"Father! It only takes half a month to return to the Far South by boat from Skare. If we go back now, maybe..."
Mi Xiu followed Lu Cheng here just to bring his father back to his country!
As long as Emperor Peisif can return to the Far South, they can easily regain control of the entire Far South...at least that's what Michel thought.
"Maybe? After I go back, there won't be many people I can trust in the entire Far South. The worst case scenario is that I will be assassinated by the Shadow Society again."
Emperor Peisif's views on this matter were surprisingly consistent with Lu Cheng's. He did not think that he would be able to take control of the situation in the Far South if he returned in his current state.
It would be fine if only the Shadow Society rebelled, Emperor Persif could rely on the power of the earth vein crystals to make everyone submit, but the Shadow Society has another mastermind behind the scenes.
Peisif rashly returned to the Far South before investigating the mastermind behind the incident, and his fate was... to die again.
"Father, aren't you going back?" Mi Xiu didn't expect that the always powerful Emperor of Far South would give such an answer.
"Of course I plan to go back, but not now." Persif said as he realized that there was no water in the cup, so he took the kettle under the table and poured another cup into it.
"Not now? Father, are you going to...stay here and be a... a..."
Michel looked up and down at Persif's current attire, which was really very different from when he was emperor. However, seeing Persif making tea, he seemed to be leading a leisurely life
"I am now a universal language teacher at Skarsgård Public Elementary School." Persif said as he stroked the rim of the enamel cup with the cup lid in his hand.
"Teacher? You?" The Shadow Sage, who had been listening nearby, immediately mocked when he learned what Persif was doing. "Can those students stand you?"
"The system of this school is very strange. Students come from all walks of life in Skare. Children of the rich and the poor basically all study in this school. The tutors are forbidden to use corporal punishment when teaching students."
When Persif mentioned corporal punishment, he glanced at Mishu and then turned his gaze to the Shadow Sage.
When the Shadow Sage heard this word, his anger rose again. When Michel was still a child, Emperor Persif was indeed not a good father. Just from the fact that he almost forced Michel's sister to commit suicide, it can be seen that Persif's education was a great failure.
But Persif did not feel guilty, at least... he would not show guilt in front of this woman.
"Will you really follow the rules set by others?"
It would be inappropriate for the Shadow Sage to fight with Persif on someone else's territory. If the emperor had fallen into the secret society, the Shadow Sage might have directly attacked him with his staff.
"It depends on who made the rules." Persif looked outside the classroom. The radio gymnastics outside was almost over, and the teachers and students would return to the teaching building soon. "I can try to abide by the new rules set by this country. I am also curious about how this new Skarre will develop in the future."
"Father, you once said that Skarre was just a humble little country."
Michel couldn't accept that his aloof father was willing to live in a country like Skare and be a teacher to a group of elementary school students.
"The Skares before were, but the Skares now are not necessarily. They have received assistance from a country, a terrifying country," Pesif said.
Neither the Shadow Sage nor Mishu responded to what Persif said. The country that Persif described as horrible did not exist in this world, but it was different in the other world.
"Xilai, you are here. I think the Gemansis Secret Society is planning to cooperate with this country, right?"
As Peisifu spoke, he flipped through the Selected Works of Mao Zedong at hand. The main reason he read this book was because Tiehuan had told him casually that this book was written by their great leader.
"My appearance cannot represent the intention of the Secret Society." The Shadow Sage answered cleverly, but Peisif still guessed that the Secret Society gave up its neutral position and chose to cooperate with the Celestial Empire.
"This country has overturned many of my previous perceptions." Persif took out a piece of white paper, then picked up a pen and began to write quickly on the white paper. "They have many ideas that I have never thought of before, and these ideas make their country more... efficient. I have always believed that the expansion of the Far South Empire was based on the Far South Empire's huge slave base, but recently I have begun to feel that the existence of slaves is really... too inefficient."
"What exactly do you want to say?" asked the Shadow Sage.
"What I want to say is... I don't want to be a slave owner anymore, Xilai! This is a stupid system." Peisifu's political adaptability is simply terrifying. "If I take control of the entire Far South again, I will reform the entire Far South from the inside out!"
As the emperor of Far South, he was indeed obsessed with the power he possessed, but he was also obsessed with how to transform Far South into a more powerful country. During this week, he was exposed to various ideas from the Celestial Empire.
Some of these ideas would lead to the destruction of the entire Far South, but the other ideas would bring a new life to the Far South. So during this week, Emperor Peisif was thinking seriously about how he could keep the Far South Empire alive when the Celestial Empire entered the chessboard of this world.
What Peisif is thinking about now is not how to compete with the Celestial Empire, but how to let Far South continue under the influence of the Celestial Empire.
"I hope you can give this letter to Count Lionheart. He is the only one who can break the current situation." Persif put the written letter into an envelope. At the same time, he took down a photo he took three days ago that was hanging on his desk and stuffed it in the envelope. Then he handed the envelope to the Shadow Sage.
"Why should I help you? Aren't you afraid that I will burn this letter?" The Shadow Sage answered seriously.
Persif realized that Mishu was probably under house arrest by the Celestial Empire just like him, and the Shadow Sage was the only one who could get the news out.
Even though he knew he was under house arrest, he felt very comfortable being a teacher here, and was able to learn so many new things and new ideas. Now he was accumulating strength and would return to the Far South when he had enough.
But given the current situation in the Far South, Peisif cannot sit idly by and watch those thieves steal the interests of his country bit by bit, so he has to find a way to contact a group of people in the Far South Empire who are absolutely loyal to him and let them make an appropriate counterattack.
"What do you want me to do to promise me? Do you want me to kneel down and beg you?" Persif asked the Shadow Sage.
"If you really kneel down, I will help you with this!"
The Shadow Sage's anger had not yet completely subsided. When Persif heard the Shadow Sage's answer, he actually stood up from his chair and was about to kneel down...
"Father!" Michelle grabbed Persif's broken left arm. She couldn't believe that her father could endure such humiliation.
“Just put your knees on the ground, as many times as you want,” Persif said.
"You...are still so shameless!"
The Shadow Sage listened to Persif's indifferent tone and found that she could not vent her anger in this way, so she snatched the letter on the table.
"I can help you convey the message, no matter how many letters it is! But those four children must listen to me from now on!" said the Shadow Sage.
"Impossible!" Persif refused at this moment. As a control freak, he could kneel on the ground and beg the Shadow Sage, but he would not allow the cowardly thoughts of the Secret Order to influence his descendants. "I can give you other things. As long as this letter is handed over to Earl Lionheart, he can give your Secret Order many benefits!"
"Are you still qualified to negotiate terms now?" The Shadow Sage really wanted to hit this hateful man on the head with his staff.
"Of course. I have countless ways to send this letter to the Far South. Asking others to deliver it would just require writing a few more letters," he said.
“… You must at least let those four children recognize me as their mother.” The Shadow Sage finally chose to compromise.
"They have always recognized you, but I still agree to your request," said Persif.