San Setestian Empire.

This country, which evolved from a desert tribe, was forced to join the "Holy Alliance" during the last invasion of the demon legion, but it has always been reluctant to leave, trying its best to resist the erosion of the Holy See's power.

Even though they added the word "Saint" to the Duchy of Ian, it was more a commemoration of the great deeds of its founder, the "Mahatma" Seterstian, rather than an ethereal god.

In the southeast of the continent, the towering "Dragon's Spine" mountain range, which is bordered by the sea, blocks the moist air mass from the north. Between the Longji Mountains and the Dawn Mountains, the arid and barren Kalahari Desert is created. The rest of the veins extended westward, forming an abrupt dragon's jaw cape, blocking part of the Roaring Sea from the interior of the continent, leaving only a narrow Minoan Strait.

It is precisely because of the existence of this inland sea that Seterstian will not be left without grass. In the arc-shaped coastal corridor, the city and the commercial port are connected in a string, like a bright pearl.

In the northwest corner of the Inland Sea, the Mahatma City, the capital of Setstien, sits on a high cliff, overlooking the rippling ocean and the bustling harbor. There is no doubt that this is the commercial center of the southeastern region of the mainland.

The highest point of the castle is 600 meters, and the lowest point is only level with the sea. In this city, the level of status directly determines the difference in living environment. From the Golden Palace on the top of the mountain, to the priestly and aristocratic quarters on the mountainside, to the artisan quarters and commoner quarters at the foot of the mountain, and even to the slums in the low-lying area of the port, the boundaries are clear, separated by stone walls and fences, which vividly reflect the strict hierarchy.

The top floor of the Golden Palace, the Crystal Hall.

Forty-seven-year-old Levi I. Eagle eyes hooked nose, gloomy expression. On the throne carved in jade, paved with a rare white tiger skin, Levi I often compared himself to a fierce tiger, ambitious, and ambitious in the world. However, there are always some chaotic ministers and thieves, who pull him back openly or secretly.

Among the three major countries of the "Holy Alliance", Ian's divine power completely suppressed the royal power, and Buyada's royal power overshadowed the divine power. The reason is simple: the commoners of Setstien, who live in poverty, are more receptive to the preaching of the clergy of the church. And the wealthy merchant class. They firmly supported the rule of the king, and the hedonism of the world made them scoff at the so-called faith.

This antagonism was reflected in the royal court, which was the intrigue between the two factions. One side advocated sending troops to aid the Duchy of Ian, while the other side firmly opposed it, believing that Setstian's army should not be allowed to shed blood and die for the Holy See.

"Silence!" said Levi I, winking at the celebrant beside him. Immediately shouted an order. The noisy officials, each returned to his own queue. Waiting for the king's final decision.

"As we all know, the Holy Alliance is one," Levi I cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "Now Snowdon's invasion of Ian is bloody and brutal. Thousands of miles away, as a member of the alliance, Setstian naturally can't sit idly by......"

"But the king—" an opposition official interjected anxiously.

Levi I paused, and glanced at him coldly. The official was immediately silent, not daring to say more.

"Bing, it must be released," the king of Setstian, smiling slightly, continued, "but when, where and where to go, is still a matter of debatable. ”

The supportive officials, who were originally beaming, also noticed that something was wrong at this time, and they all calmed down and stretched out their ears.

"Soldiers have a saying, avoid the real and attack the false," Levi I got up, walked down the high steps, and walked slowly among the ranks of the ministers, "This time the troops to aid the Holy See can only be sent through Tyrapest, waiting for the opportunity to attack the flank of Snowton's southern expeditionary army...... Ladies and gentlemen, do you have any objections to this?"

Everyone shook their heads, in fact, there was only one road between Setstian and the Duchy of Ian that could be used by the army. And going straight to Severa and going head-to-head with Snowton's army is even more stupid.

"To attack and disrupt the war, it is necessary to have a solid forward position, and the empire itself is too far away from the front line of the war," Levi I stopped in front of the main hall, his figure twisted on the smooth crystal bricks, like minions, "Then, it is only natural that we take over Ian's Northeast Theater of Operations to better fight the enemy army, right?"

"What a deserved!"

Only a day later, Levi I's remarks in the Golden Palace reached the holy city of Ranken. Because of Nedil's shooting, taking advantage of the fire to rob is a thousand times more hateful than standing by and watching!

What does it mean to take over the Northeast Theater of Operations? What is the difference between this and naked plunder? Setstian is not as good as Snowton, at least those northern barbarians, who did not whitewash the fact of aggression.

"It would be strange if Setstian came to his aid with all his heart," the Pale Lord remarked, opening his eyes, "and it is not surprising that Levi, a man with ambition but no courage, would do such an act. ”

"I will only pick up some rotten flesh and rotten bones while others are fighting," Inedir snorted, "I am obviously a hyena, but I want to call myself a tiger, I am really deceiving myself." ”

"But there's nothing you can do with him," the Pale Lord smiled, "In that case, it's better to be generous and give him the Northeast Theater directly." ”

"What?" Innedil was stunned for a moment, then showed a thoughtful expression.

"Directly send an envoy to sign a contract with Levi, borrow 100,000 troops, and as a reward, cede the Northeast Theater to Sethian," the Pale Lord proposed a proposal, "I am more than eighty percent sure, and he will not hesitate to agree." ”

"But 100,000 troops are just a drop in the bucket. "Inedil seems intent on expanding that number a bit.

"That's enough, that's enough," the Pale Lord changed the subject, "How are you communicating with the Dome of Light?"

"It's still very difficult," Inedir sighed, "the power of the gods is so vast that even if I study day and night, it will be difficult. ”

"Don't be in a hurry, take your time," the Pale Lord encouraged, and then asked, "How's the other thing?"

"I've sent the New Army of Light to look for suitable people around Ranken," Inedil replied, rolling up the parchment on the case, sorting it away, and then turning around, "If that's not enough, continue to expand outwards until the requirements of the ceremony are met." ”

... (To be continued......)