Chapter 369 Chapter 368 The Absurd Emperor and the Silent One

Chapter 369 368. The Absurd Emperor and the Quiet One

Noel was very busy. The impregnated spirit prevented him from lingering with the maids and painters. Battle reports from all directions and information from various city-states in the country occupied most of his day.

In the round table conference hall, dozens of military nobles were quarreling fiercely around the round table. They were red-faced and gearing up. The chairs were pushed aside by their burly bodies, and then crushed by their feet. They waved their fists as big as sandbags, and they were all eager to try.

The magicians very wisely stepped back and gave up the venue to them.

High up in the conference hall laid out in the opera house, Noel was like an audience watching a drama, silently watching the escalation of the quarrel between the military nobles.

He didn't mean to stop him, but instead glanced at the Quiet One next to him, who was wearing a gray-black uniform with silver trim.

After Noel succeeded, he made drastic changes in the clothing of the Quiet. He hated all old clothes. He added silver threads to the edges of the pure black solemn black robe of the Quiet, and cut the robe drastically to match the look of the Quiet. Marked [Incarnation of Glory].

The tailored clothes were very close to evening gowns. In order to maintain the mystery of the Silent Ones, they had to order a large number of capes and rejected Noel's modification suggestions. The compromise on clothes is also the greatest concession that the Quiet One can give to his new king - even if he complies with the law, Noel did not like the Quiet One at first.

Seven years after taking the throne of Sligo, twenty-eight-year-old Noel has brought about many changes in the country, and one thing that is obvious is...

The Silent One who protects Noel is a woman, because Noel refuses to accept personal protection from any man, and her keen perception makes her realize that Noel is staring at her.

The Silent One turned around indifferently and took a few steps back. A sound barrier was quickly formed, and his spell casting technique was decisive and capable.

Noel stopped the maid on the other side and kissed her immediately.

The Quiet One in the darkness withdrew his gaze and placed it in the middle of the noisy meeting hall, where the argument was still going on.

A few minutes later, the maid's eyes were as charming as silk, but Noel was in high spirits. He glanced sideways at the military nobles, watching them quarreling without taking action, and casually took a wooden sword and threw it away.

The wooden sword that fell in the center of the round table quickly calmed down the turbulent river. They all raised their heads and looked up at Noel.

"In a fight, whoever wins will be justified."

The words Noel said with a smile were like a basin of cold water, waking everyone up.

The magicians kept snickering and whispering disdainfully - the magicians have never been too cold about the people who are about to command them. They prefer to be led by a magician organization with a high status in Sligo and have the authority to control Sligo. The right to dispatch main battle forces.

Now Noel's rebuke looks set to bring their ideas to fruition.

The veteran military aristocrats ceased their activities and made no sound, but another wooden sword was dropped.

There was silence.

"It has been five days since the Song Army reinforced Solon. You already know the battle damage report on the front line. Now you are at war with each other about the structure of the corps and the selection of commanders..." Noel spread his hands, "All the lords have made great achievements in battle, and everyone said that they recommended candidates. Only then can we lead the legion to exert its maximum combat power and not accept disruption and reorganization..."

"I'm serious, let's fight. Whoever wins, I will listen to him."

Anyone can hear the displeasure in Noel's tone. The Sligo families have never dared to underestimate this ridiculous emperor - at least Noel's ability to make money is one of the best in Mera.

A college magician leader came out.

"Your Majesty, I suggest that the Archmage of Sligo Imperial College organizes and coordinates the major legions. In terms of overall control, magicians have a natural advantage."

Noel's hands had already begun to explore the maid's body. When he heard this, the corner of his mouth raised: "Could it be that the empire's generals cooperate with the magicians, and you cannot show the advantage of overall control? Is it because my generals are incompetent, or is it? Mages and generals can’t complement each other?”

The military nobles glared at the magicians one after another. A legion commander said quietly: "Our soldiers can't fly. I'm afraid they won't be able to effectively cooperate with the tactics of the archmages. It's better to let the archmages take the lead."

"Extremely vulgar." The leader of the Magician Academy scolded.

"Yes, we are vulgar." The military nobles put aside their prejudices and faced the magicians side by side. "I have heard some interesting rumors recently."

The nobleman who spoke looked around and picked up a magic crystal: "The magic power fluctuates so frequently, and the legendary magic wave is coming soon... This land will accept its baptism, and the light given by the gods will lead us into a new era. era."

"But this news seems to have been blocked by the magicians?"

"Baron George, you have misunderstood our respected archmages. They must have temporarily blocked the news out of strict consideration and wanted to confirm it seriously."

"Then we have misunderstood. After all, how can there be such a beast in this world that deliberately conceals the coming of the great changes in the world, but uses the information gap to harvest low-level apprentices? There must not be such evil people."

Laughter rang out, but it was sinister.

"I also heard that in the Papal City at that time, various races were discussing cooperation matters, and they also talked about the exchange of knowledge from a school...Duke Miles, can you tell me which schools of knowledge are now being circulated and shared?"

Duke Miles pulled out the pamphlet he carried with him and exclaimed in surprise: "Oh my god, it's people from the potion school. They have shared healing potions that can speed up the healing of wounds. According to the rating, it is a second-level magic potion." medicine!"

The applause at the scene was like thunder, and the sarcasm mixed in it made it impossible for the magicians to raise their heads. Their faces turned red with shame, but the applause seemed to be about to knock off the roof of the meeting hall.

The magicians of the school have always been immoral. Traditional magicians have long taken the initiative to join the fight against the contamination, went to the front line, and began to teach low-level mages magic skills.

Only the school magicians are still standing still. The stinginess of the deep-rooted school system led by the magic academies in various countries is staggering. They are also willing to contribute to fight against the infection, but if they are asked to share their knowledge... absolutely don't even think about it!

Although magicians are the main force in resisting the infection, those who maintain the smooth operation of a front must be countless ordinary people, as well as those warriors and ordinary soldiers who are looked down upon by them, but play an infinite role in logistics.

These people are more like cannon fodder, because all fronts have named them to protect the magicians from retreating at critical moments, which means self-sacrifice.

The Solon front line has lost two city-states in a row today, and it has been infected like the wind. The speed after starting operations again exceeded everyone's expectations.

The magicians of these two city-states were basically evacuated intact - the warriors who came one after another gave them a chance to survive with their flesh and blood. Fighting deep into the infected area, they knew that they would definitely die, but they still had no hesitation.

The warriors of this generation knew very well that the magicians used various methods to block their rise, but before the big right and wrong, they put down their hatred.

Only a magician can create a glimmer of hope...to banish the taint and restore the hope of home.

For this reason, ordinary people from all races volunteered to become magicians' barriers.

But what are the magicians of the school doing?

"I think some people still don't have a sense of crisis, so they have to go to the north of Solon and the south of the Theocracy to see what the battlefield is like. Smart people who deal with books will always have an inexplicable sense of superiority and think they can do anything."

Following a sarcastic comment from a certain noble, the two factions started a scolding war.

Noel sneered and whispered: "Flies fight in groups."

After saying that, he took his hands out of the maid's clothes, stood up and was about to leave.

The Quiet One next to him hurriedly stepped forward: "Infection is like the wind. The front line changes three times a day. Sligo's reinforcements must complete their arrangements as soon as possible and set off."

"No rush."

"Your Majesty!" Several more Quiet Ones came around, their voices urgent.

"I said I'm not in a hurry, but they're not in a hurry yet. Is it useful to say that I'm in a hurry?" Noel looked at the Quiet Man who was half kneeling on the ground. He sat directly on the ground and reached out to take away the mask of the Quiet Man.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it looks really good..."

The Silent One looked at Noel indifferently, and the contempt made Noel's face glow red, and he applauded.

"This expression is very good. I like...this expression on you. I'll just say something that should be said later. Let's turn on the noise barrier."

After all the Silent Ones blocked the sound together, Noel hooked the Silent One's chin and said: "Antonio of the Theocracy, he inherited Laurent's legacy, and Laurent paved the way for him perfectly, allowing him to sit firmly as the Pope very comfortably. Throne, sudden disaster, they are united."

Noel sniffed and found the second female Quiet One, then lifted the veil and pinched her face in the same manner.

"The Shadow Guards of Cordzoun are absolutely loyal to that stupid guy Ravenis, and they have always done things viciously. When Ravenis's foundation was not stable, they went on a killing spree and silenced the opposition into submission. Seriously. Vinnis’s personal ability is really not good, and his grasp of the situation is even worse, but the Shadow Guards..."

Noel patted the Silent Man's delicate face and clicked his tongue.

The Silent Ones were breathing heavily as they heard the subtext, but Noel turned a blind eye.

"Needless to say in Solon's country, they were directly attacked by the contamination, and they have already begun to gamble on the fate of the country. Although the school is still stingy, they are working together at least."

"As for the major races... do you think they will have a good time if the four major kingdoms fall?" Noel sneered, "If the dragon fell on the ridge of the Raging Mountains five hundred and seventy-two years ago, but the intoxication had not expired, do you think it would be better now? What is Mera like?"

"Even the Sea Tribe, after the fall of the four great kingdoms, still prayed that the butterflies that could only dive into the deep sea would not come up with trouble for them. They once put migration on the agenda, but the royal family was reluctant to part with their status and enjoyment. Form the Sea Clan Alliance with great righteousness and join the fight against Diran."

"Looking at the whole Mera, our Sligo is more..." Noel put his chin on his fist, "It's chic."

A calm but powerful, neutral voice sounded from behind the curtain.

"What does Your Majesty wish to do?"

Noel walked to the rose-red curtain, looked at the tall figure behind the curtain, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said jokingly: "The Silent One can just learn a little bit from the Shadow Guard."

The Quiet Ones were horrified.

The voice behind the curtain was silent for a long time, and then asked: "How far do you plan to go?"

"I should ask you this." Noel still had a cynical look on his face.

"A lot of people will die."

"Then stop talking. Let them continue to quarrel while I continue to play with the maids and make people. When we have polluted the land of Sligo, we will leave Mela through the three islands of frost and snow and no longer have to worry about polluting."

Noel embraced his personal Silent One: "By the way, since I am giving up, I hope to get her. Considering the future voyage, my offspring should have a strong physique. She is very good."

The terrified Silent One was dragged by Noel to the outside of the soundproof barrier. At the moment when Noel was about to leave, a deep sigh came from behind the curtain.

"As you wish."

Noel was overjoyed to hear this and asked for a kiss from the personal Silent One.

"I mean the former."

"Agree to the latter as well."

"You have always been very good at making the lady fall in love with you. If she agrees, we can't stop her."

After the personal Silent One broke free, Noel did not forget to smell the remaining fragrance on his hand.

"Can you guarantee that you are like the Shadow Guard..."

"We are the will of the Empire. If the Empire is in turmoil, it is imperative to defend its dignity." The voice behind the curtain interrupted Noel, "When will it start?"

"Tomorrow."

"Maybe tonight?"

"It takes time to fabricate charges, and it also takes time to consider who should be on the list."

"Does it require charges?"

Noel choked.

"Shadow Guard, it seems that there is no need for charges, you can do it too."

Noel changed the subject, "You can beat the old immortals in the academy, right?"

The person behind the curtain snorted disdainfully: "They dare not."

Strong self-confidence was revealed in the words, that was a calm and natural sense of superiority.

While the nobles and magicians were still arguing, they did not know that they would soon face the suffocating silence of walking on the earth.

A Silent One suddenly broke in, feeling the serious atmosphere, and was a little overwhelmed for a while.

Noel waved to him, because he saw that the scroll in the hand of the Silent One had the symbol of the Theocracy.

"The Church hopes that we can help find the Imprint who can use magic on the battlefield and observe their actions as much as possible."

Noel frowned. It was no secret that the Imprint could cast magic. There were reports on the captured fronts these days, but it was extremely risky to observe and collect data alone. Compared with this, eliminating them in advance was the right answer.

He believed that the Church also knew this clearly, but why... the letter was written by Antonio!

After discovering this, Noel fell into deep thought.

Soon after, the messenger of the Church brought a message that surprised Noel even more.

"It is said that it was the communication from the Red Flame Mountains south of Broken Gold City that made Antonio make such a decision. After verification, the people living there were Sera and the Glutton."

Noel didn't know much about the Glutton, but Sera...she should have been the candidate for the Pope of the Church.

"Will it be related to Laurend?"

Thinking of Laurend, Noel covered his forehead and fell into a long silence.

Finally, he made a decision.

"Fully cooperate with the Church and collect relevant information across the board."

Following the steps of the wise will never go wrong.