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This includes you and me, the king, Mr. Potter, and the people of the empire are no exception."
"Have you asked for their consent?"
Bulova smiled sarcastically: "Ancestors, have you ever asked for our opinions?"
The violent aura in Pestoya's body slowly dissipated, and her clenched fists loosened.
"We don't have a choice, and neither do they."
Making a verdict on the argument, he turned with his hands behind his back and looked at the king: "Sacrifice the people of the capital and the city lords who have traitorous intentions. The accumulated life energy will be enough for the king to wake up, and you and I will be promoted to God's Blessing."
After a moment of silence, she asked: "How can urban governance be solved?
You secretly induced Andre to transfer all the national legions to the capital. Who will defend the long border?
The ban will be lifted soon, and all the city lords will die in the capital. Cities everywhere will fall into chaos, and as long as the neighboring countries attack, they will inevitably fall into the hands of the enemy. "
"A hundred years ago, the king asked us to secretly train professionals for this day."
Bulova turned around and said, “Although there is still a shortage of quantity, it is enough for emergency use.
As for the invasion by the enemy country... Haha, it's not them that are expanding their territory, it's the Ice and Snow Empire."
Seeing his confident expression, Pestoya recalled the brief conversation they had before leaving for the capital: "Did you go to see the mayor of Gul City?"
"Yes." He nodded. "Professionals have average talent, but are very proficient in war."
"Is it because of him that the entire army was transferred to the capital?"
"The future of Sol Continent will be filled with smoke and strife. The Empire must have an invincible army to control the vast territory, and he is the best candidate for the army commander."
Blois looked out at the night sky through the open bedroom door. "When this is over, I will let him form a legion. All of Lake's soldiers are in the capital. He can choose whatever he wants."
Pestoya agreed silently, turned around and walked out of the house: "I will fully cooperate."
A heavy back stepped over the threshold, and Bulova said loudly, "I'll leave Avril's affairs to you."
"know."
The voice drifted over, and the person had walked into the darkness.
He turned around and bowed slightly to Fleming: "I'm leaving first."
Fleming said nothing. After the burly figure disappeared, he slowly raised his head and his eyes fell on the king's face.
"Choosing to surrender...maybe it's the right decision."
There was a look of confusion in his eyes, which were as calm as dead water, like a traveler lost in the forest, circling in vain, not knowing which way to go.
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Zhang Mu left the hotel and went all the way to the palace.
In order to prevent the Saint-level ability from seeing through the shadow spell and his identity as the city lord from being exposed, which would implicate Mih and others, he lifted the transformation spell.
In this way, even if you are discovered, you only need to die once to escape.
The saints guarding the palace would think that it was a daring and ignorant thief trying to sneak into the palace.
Arriving at the main gate, Zhang Mu observed for a moment and then stepped through the tall wooden door.
very smooth.
Continue forward to the main entrance of the inner palace and walk towards the fine iron door without hesitation.
This time he did not pass through as smoothly as usual, but hit the wall like an ordinary person and was bounced back a few steps.
The entire door is made of magical materials?
Zhang Mu looked up in surprise.
The palace gate is not very tall, and its surface is made of metal, extremely smooth, and can even reflect the moon clearly.
Shadow magic cannot penetrate solid objects containing magic. Even after being used for a long time and upgraded many times, this entry still does not disappear.
Zhang Mu thought about it and rushed towards the city wall next to him, but was bounced back again.
Looking at the stone wall in front of him in astonishment, he almost burst into curse. Even the wall is made of magical materials?
No matter how angry you are, the problem still needs to be solved.
He squatted by the door with his arms on his knees, waiting for someone to come out and rush in when the door opened.
According to his estimation, unfortunately, no one would come in or out until tomorrow morning.
After all, it's the inner palace, where the king rests, so it's normal that the management is strict.
However, to his surprise, after about half an hour, the iron gate opened.
A man and a woman walked out of the darkness side by side.
Blois?
The woman next to him should be Grand Duchess Pestoya.
After Zhang Mu saw the man's face clearly, he wondered why he came to the palace at this time.
Is the king really pretending to be sick?
Before he could figure out what was going on, the two men walked past him without saying a word and headed out of the palace.
Looking back at the slowly closing iron gate, Zhang Mu decided to talk about the Grand Duke later. The moment the iron gate closed, he slipped through the gap.
After entering, he looked around.
The overall structure and house layout of the inner palace and the outer palace are not much different.
The only difference is that the former's defensive strength seems very weak.
The wide main road was silent, with no guards standing on either side. However, in the outer palace, there was a row of guards standing there.
Zhang Mu was curious and walked around.
Because he was not familiar with the inner palace, he got lost after turning left and right along the corridor at the end of the main road.
Sitting on a bench by the corridor, Zhang Mu cursed: "Where can we find this? Didn't Mi He say that we can find it by just walking around?"
"Who are you looking for?"
"An old Deng."
Zhang Mu, who was feeling irritated, responded subconsciously, and then he realized who was talking to him?
Turning my head to the right, I saw an old man dressed as a servant sitting on a stool one body length away from me.
After looking at him for a while, he raised his arm and swept it towards the wooden pillar beside him, passing through it without any hindrance.
Zhang Mu put his hands on his knees: "Saint level?"
Shaking his head, the old man asked, "What does Lao Deng mean?"
"In my hometown, it is used to address respected elders."
The old man obviously didn't believe it and stared at him calmly: "Your tone is very bad. Is this the tone you use to greet elders in your hometown?"
"Uh...hahaha..." Zhang Mu rubbed the back of his head and laughed, trying to change the subject, "If I'm not a Saint, how did you see me?"
He did not pursue the matter further and continued the conversation: "Saints cannot break the shadow spell."
"It has nothing to do with the professional level..." Zhang Mu narrowed his eyes, "I have only met one person like this."
"Have you been to the Holy Mountain of the Church?" The old man's calm tone began to rise and fall.
Standing up, Zhang Mu's body was filled with magical power, and his right hand reached into the storage bag at his waist.
Anyway, there is no way to resolve the issue peacefully. I'll have a fight to test the waters. But this is inside the city, and he may not dare to fight me.
The old man raised his head slightly, facing him with a posture ready to fight, raised his right fist, extended his index finger, and pointed at a landscape stone pressed on the lawn outside the corridor.
“God said, you are gold.”
Looking in the direction of the finger, I saw a gold nugget the size of a head, shining with dazzling golden light under the moonlight.
Zhang Mu calmly put the half-drawn staff back into the storage bag, pretending nothing had happened, and calmly sat back on the bench: "What's your name, old man?"
"Fleming."
After giving the name, he asked, “Have you been to the Holy Mountain?”
"Never been."
"Then why have you met the current Pope?"
"I met him by chance in the Silent Forest."
"So..." He looked confused. "Did the current pope walk out of the Holy Mountain...to listen to the oracle?"
Listening to his mumbling, Zhang Mu was slightly startled and his eyes widened slightly: "Are you the previous Pope?!"
"No." Fleming came back to his senses, shook his head again and said, "I am the Pope from five thousand years ago."
He didn't say anything and the old man kept his mouth shut.
The air is a little quiet.
After a long while, Zhang Mu first broke the stagnant atmosphere: "You mean, you have lived for five thousand years?"
"About five thousand six hundred and twenty-eight years."
Oh, that's pretty rigorous.
Zhang Mu's mouth twitched: "As a former pope, why are you wearing a servant's outfit in Lake Palace?"
"I am a servant now."
Perhaps realizing that his explanation was not clear enough, he added, “The last Ice King died because of my involvement, and the Ice Empire was destroyed.
To make up to that fool, I decided to spend the rest of my life protecting his descendants."
"I can't understand it." Zhang Mu was extremely stunned. "With you, Lake needs to hide in this remote corner under an assumed name?"
“They don’t know my identity.”
"Why did you hide it from them, and why did you tell me?"
Fleming looked out into the darkness outside the corridor: "They didn't ask, but you did."
These words seemed familiar. Zhang Mu tried hard to recall them and remembered that the young Pope had also said them.