Chapter 672 2 Empires

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The carriage rolled over the flat central avenue of the city, and the slightly swaying carriage made people drowsy. Daniel sat on the soft cushion at the rear of the carriage, relying on his own soft pillow and cushion, his eyes closed slightly, as if he had fallen asleep .

But his spirit is in the most awake state. Through the signals generated by the artificial nerve cord and the special rune array inscribed on the bottom of the carriage, the mind of the priest of the eternal sleeper has been freed from the body, and is now wandering in the shape of the spiritual network. in a perfect world.

Dream city, golden road, people come and go.

Beautiful nameless trees line the road, shimmering fallen leaves fall with the wind at the most pleasing speed and trajectory, a refreshing breeze blows among the row upon row of palace pavilions, flags and decorative drapes in The buildings danced in the wind.

Daniel, who turned into an elegant middle-aged mage, walked along the broad road and came to a node square.

The believers in twos and threes were active in the square, and their whispered conversations drifted into Daniel's ears:

"The plan of the End of Everything seems to have failed completely..."

"Savage and ugly, the monsters they built didn't feel right from the start."

"But it's hard to imagine that they would fail so fast... Are Cecil people really that hard to deal with?"

"After all, the extraterritorial rogues are over there."

"How long has there been no news from the children of the storm? It seems that since the last time the stars returned, they have less contact with the land."

"Who knows what those bastards are doing..."

Daniel listened to the conversation of those middle-class believers with a bystander mentality, without a trace of waves in his heart.

To a certain extent, the Eternal Sleepers with the psychic network are better informed than any king or emperor, but only in the news about Cecil, their intelligence seems to lag a lot, especially in Sisi The Er people built those magic detection devices. After the strict superhuman management was implemented in the whole territory, a large number of eternal sleepers had to stay away from that area. Information about Cecil can only be gathered through rumors in other areas. Judging, many of the things they are discussing today are old news many days ago.

Compared with them, Daniel has the first-hand information.

Kingship ends,

The rise of the empire, the magic army swept across the plain, the steel fortress galloped on the track, the man-made god was swallowed up by the deep sea allies...

It's an exciting war. It's a pity that in Typhon, I didn't have the opportunity to witness it with my own eyes, but could only watch some records at that time through the "Origin Space".

A burst of footsteps came from nearby, and an Eternal Sleeper wearing a white coat with extraordinary temperament came to Daniel's side, interrupting the latter's thinking.

"Thank you for your reminder last time, Lord Bishop," the eternal sleeper bowed his head and said respectfully and decently, "Duke Seven has provided us with vital help."

Daniel glanced sideways at the eternal sleeper. With the special permission of the head of the security department, he could see through the true side of the other party hidden under this heroic face.

A pale, emaciated middle-aged man with dark brown eyes and relatively flat facial features.

Daniel nodded slightly to the eternal sleeper: "The big nobles usually have a long-term vision, which makes them prefer to control the balance through multiple investments. Under the circumstance that the interests can be expected, Duke Seven will definitely not refuse to be in the south. He has reserved a bargaining chip for himself on the plantation, not to mention that this bargaining chip can also bring him allies on the railway line at the same time - after all, the emperor has ordered in advance to prohibit nobles above the marquis from intervening in the railway, and the big nobles will definitely look for it. The right agent to help you spend your money."

"In any case, your suggestion gave me an opportunity - it's a pity that I can't express my gratitude to you in the real world."

"It's all for our real cause, 'Viscount Wigel,'" Daniel whispered, pointing out the other's identity in the real world with a voice that only the two of them could hear, reminding the other to distinguish between real identity and real identity. The different roles assumed by the identity of the order, "While accumulating wealth, don't forget why we accumulated those wealth."

Viscount Weigel immediately lowered his head: "What you remind is, Bishop, everything is for our real cause."

The Eternal Sleepers are a large order, and like every dark sect, it is committed to developing its own members in almost all social classes to meet the many needs of its own operation.

Among its middle and lower-level members, there are a large number of transformed nobles, businessmen and Ability God priests, and although these people cannot access the core secrets of the order, they are an indispensable part of the operation of the order, and some of them can Provide funds for the order, some can provide information, and some can help the order to further expand and absorb members.

Small southern nobles like Viscount Weigel are an indispensable help for the development of the cult in Typhon, and as Daniel's bishop, it is easy to contact and secretly control such "chess pieces", and it will not cause anyone. attention.

"I want to remind you of one thing." Seeing the lower priest in front of him bowing his head, Daniel pondered his tone and said in a natural and casual manner, "Don't underestimate the keen sense of smell of the northern nobles - you are in close contact with Duke Seven. Several times, someone will always guess what you are doing."

Viscount Weigel's eyes widened: "You mean... the northern nobles will also intervene in the railway?"

"That's hard to say, but you'd better remind the nobles in the south," Daniel said blankly, "I think you don't want to suffer another loss, right?"

He has a lot to do at Typhon, but he can't do everything himself.

At least, he can't do it himself on the bright side.

Viscount Weigel, the low-level priest of the Eternal Sleeper, this man who obeyed Daniel nodded hurriedly, and soon accepted the order of the bishop, and his figure gradually disappeared on the node square.

Daniel watched the other party return to the real world, turned and walked towards the node crystal closest to him.

Some things were done by himself, some things were done by his apprentices and the nobles who were influenced by him, some things were done by "Bishop Daniel" who was the Eternal Sleeper, and some things were done by him. The matter was done by the believers under Bishop Daniel.

No one will notice the connection behind these things that run through the north and south of the Typhon Empire, affecting from commoners to merchants to nobles, because there are countless unrelated lines, and countless people who don't know each other at all, and they don't even think about it. There are people who have connections in the past doing these things at the same time.

On the bright side, Daniel will only be a brilliant scholar and a great magician loyal to the empire. Even if the investigation goes deeper, people will only find that he has some private friendships with a small number of nobles in the imperial capital - and in view of these nobles It was Daniel's earliest investor after his return to the capital, and there was no doubt about this personal friendship.

The node crystal floated on the pale golden gorgeous pedestal, emitting a dream-like shimmer, Daniel pressed his hand on it gently, and as the familiar spiritual fluctuations came, the scene around him had changed with light and shadow, from the open The square was transformed into a palatial palace.

This is the central temple that only bishop-level priests can enter. The people gathered here are the real core backbone of the Eternal Sleeper Order.

Figures appeared out of thin air. Bishops wearing white, black or pale golden robes appeared in the corridor and walked towards the core council hall. Daniel also followed in the footsteps of other bishops and walked in the same direction.

Anzu's civil war is over, and one of the three major dark sects has ended. A huge and ancient kingdom is being reshuffled, with a new pattern of forces, new challenges and opportunities. As one of the dark sects, the Eternal Sleeper is certainly not interested in this. There will be no action - especially in the current situation, the new monarch of Ansu will be the terrifying "extraterritorial wanderer", which requires the upper levels of the order to carefully discuss the next development direction.

Entering the rotunda, Daniel found his place. He sat down at the table and casually chatted with the bishops he knew around him in a low voice, until a light appeared at the end of the oval table, a gentleman with a calm demeanor. The woman appeared in the sight of everyone with the light.

The bishops greeted each other: "Good day, Ms. Selena Gerfen."

"Good day, compatriots," Selena Geer looked around, nodded slightly, and said in a soft voice, "Now start the meeting..."

...

When the mist is rising, standing in the highest room of the Obsidian Palace overlooking the imperial capital is a very special feeling.

People often think of a "foggy moon" as a foggy day in Aldernan, but that's really just the time when the city's fog is the strongest and longest—outside the foggy moon, in all areas. At the turn of the seasons, fog makes an unexpected visit to Aldernan, no matter the month.

When such a day comes, the whole city seems to be floating in an ethereal dream. The buildings scattered high and low hide their real shapes in the fog, becoming hazy and illusory. Only the spires and towers emerge from the fog. Sticking out his head, facing the bright sun, gilded with a layer of golden light, like an island emerging from the sea - the sun is fair to the world, but only those on the sea can enjoy this honor.

Ferdinand Wendell and Rosetta Augustus stood side by side by the window, overlooking this prosperous and wealthy imperial capital. The sun was gradually increasing, and amid the mist, the towers and spires of the Obsidian Palace were shining brightly. Hui.

There are tens of thousands of roofs in the city, but when it's foggy, only these towers are in view of the Obsidian Palace.

"Your Majesty, there is news from Andersa that Changfeng Fortress is increasing its troops, but it is unclear which troops are taking over the defense."

"Gawain Cecil is a cautious person, and he has never let down his guard against Typhon," Rosetta nodded slightly. "He will be the first to guard against our attack, which is expected."

"The main army of the Empire is ready, Your Majesty," Ferdinand lowered his head, "The First and Second Magicians and the Knights of the Winter Wolf have assembled at the border, waiting for your order at any time."

"For a while, I almost thought you had become an anti-war faction, Sir Pedinan," Rosetta turned her head with a faint smile, "The nobles of the main war faction think you are indecisive."

Ferdinand's expression was serious: "I have never stood on any faction, Your Majesty, I stand on the side of the interests of the empire - when the losses are greater than the gains, I am an anti-war faction, when the empire can profit and the price is acceptable. , I will naturally support the war. It's just that the changes in Ansu now make it difficult for us to grasp how much strength it has... This still needs to be faced with caution."

"We will be cautious, but before that, Andersa has to be prepared," Rosetta looked out of the window and looked at Archduke Ferdinand beside him, "What is the elite soldier stationed in Changfeng Fortress? Or the old and the weak after the civil war, it's up to her eyes to judge."

Archduke Pedinan said solemnly, "She will not disappoint you, Your Majesty."

...

The northern part of the mainland, the city of San Sunil.

The ancient streets were washed clean, and the waving flags and cloth curtains were decorated on both sides of the road. Heroic knights and soldiers patrolled the streets around the castle district. In the city, even the dullest people can feel that something big is going to happen in this ancient city—

The day of the emperor's coronation draws near.

A cargo ship heavily guarded by warships entered the southern port of Saint-Sunil in the early hours of yesterday. The army cleared the site ahead of schedule and blocked the road between the port and the castle area. According to people who saw it from a distance, there was a large transport vehicle. The car brought a certain cargo into the castle, and the cargo was covered with a thick sheet of tarpaulin, causing citizens to speculate.

In the Silver Castle, Gao Wen was sitting behind the desk, spreading out a stack of manuscripts, and was writing hard.

Amber stood by and glanced at Gao Wen who was writing with his head down: "You are writing these things when you are free these days... What are you writing?"

Gawain didn't look up: "You can watch it, I don't mind."

"Forget it, I've been fooled more than once, maybe just glance at it casually, and you'll arrange a bunch of new jobs for me..."

Gawain smiled, but didn't say anything, instead he turned a page and wrote new words.

But Amber was obviously unable to bear the silence, she said after a few seconds: "Hey, I'm telling you, you will be crowned soon, you are so special when you lower your head and write before something big happens. I'm writing a will..."

Gawain's pen finally stopped for a while, he looked up at Amber and pointed at the nearby wall with the tip of the pen: "Do you think this wall is flat?"

Amber disappeared into the air with a squeak, leaving only one exclamation: "I'm out on patrol!!"

Gawain smiled at the place where Amber had disappeared, then lowered his head and looked at the manuscript that was about to be completed. After a few seconds, he lightly rubbed the mithril ring on his finger.

The ring radiated a little heat, and Melita Purnia's voice came from it: "The Mithril Vault is always at your service—do you need a business consultation?"

"Well, I have something to keep."