Early in the morning, Ren returned to the hotel to see that the Savage Girl was safe and sound.
Then he followed Bazel out the door.
"Senior Bazel, where are we going now?"
"My technique is an exclusive inheritance. Although the increase in fighting spirit is good, you can't learn it. And although our werewolf clan is about physical close combat, we can only follow the 'assassin hunter' route, which is not suitable for the fighter you want to develop. Sequence. And I know that there happens to be a grandmaster fighter in the City of Glory. If you want to follow the path of [Qigong Master], that guy is perfect. By the way, do you have anything to contribute?"
"There are still more than ten points on the sign..."
"It costs 20,000 contribution points to learn the 'breathing of thunder'... Forget it, I'll lend it to you first. When you have money later, remember to pay me back. You doctors will be famous in the future, so you won't be short of money."
"oh."
At this moment, Renn realized how rich the top Phantom Thief was.
At the time, the leader of the "White Wolf Phantom Thieves" of the three major Phantom Thieves in Omar had a huge sum of 200 million liso, which he lent out at a drop of a hat.
... .
At the same time, the imperial capital of the Omar Empire, "Usenbar", was tens of thousands of kilometers away from the Glory City.
"Usenbar" is also the only "Dragon City Overlord" mechanical city in the world. It has over ten million residents in the inner city and has indestructible steel barriers and super artillery.
In the center of the giant mechanical city, there is a super-tall castle building that stands out from the crowd. It is a magnificent palace, the Omar Palace.
At this moment, in the study room in the back hall of the palace, the gorgeous crystal palace lanterns reflected a magnificent and luxurious interior.
In front of the desk, the current king Doppler Spuglin is reviewing the memorial.
Wearing glasses, he looked through the pages carefully, looking very attentive.
Not long after, a tall woman with a palace sword at her waist walked in.
When the palace maids struck the blond sword-wielding woman, instead of making a sound to stop her, she quietly left the study and closed the door.
Doppler looked up at the blonde woman, showed a tired smile, and greeted: "Ymir, my dear sister, you are here..."
Ymir looked at the pale His Majesty the King in front of him and frowned: "Doppler, your complexion is getting worse and worse. Your physical condition makes me very worried..."
"Oh, you're worrying too much."
Doppler shook his head and said: "Dean Philo of the Royal College of Medicine checked me out this morning and said I was just a little tired. As you know, my sleep has not been very good recently."
Ymir sighed slightly: "You should rest more."
After a pause, she asked: "Why did you ask me to come over?"
Doppler pondered for a moment and seemed a little hard to read.
Seeing him like this, Ymir wondered: "What's wrong, Doppler? You look hesitant. This is not your character."
After pondering for a moment, Doppler said: "I plan to give you a piece of land to establish a principality, and officially give you a title."
"..."
When Ymir heard this, he frowned and pondered for a moment.
She was slightly surprised and asked, "Why did you suddenly make such a decision?"
The two brothers and sister knew each other well, and she naturally knew that Doppler must have a deeper meaning when he did this.
It is not uncommon for adult royal families to be granted territories and establish principalities, but this means that they have completely lost the right to inherit the throne.
Ymir was not greedy for the throne, she just suddenly felt that her brother's decision was too abnormal.
Doppler's eyes were a little dim and he said: "Although I don't want to admit it, it seems that our reform plan is going to fail. Ymir, my dear sister, I don't want you to be hurt again."
"No, my brother, that's not something you would say if you were fearless."
Ymir understood that he was referring to his previous assassination. He shook his head and said without fear: "Reform must go through the pain of reform. This is inevitable. If the empire can change its decline and prosper, I would rather I His blood is flowing in every inch of the empire..."
Doppler forced a smile, seeming to remember the brother and sister who had determined to change Omar's high-spirited appearance many years ago.
In the blink of an eye, the luster in his eyes dissipated, and he sighed: "If I can live for ten more years, I will shed the last drop of blood for the empire. But last night... I saw my father calling me... . ”
Ymir felt inexplicably sad as he listened, as if something important was about to be lost, and interrupted: "No, brother! The palace doctors say you are very healthy!"
Doppler shook his head and stopped talking about this topic.
He is well aware of his physical condition.
... .
The study fell into silence, no one spoke anymore.
After a long time, Ymir finally said: "Doppler, what made you suddenly make this decision?"
Doppler sighed and said: "If an apple has a wormhole and you dig it out, it will still be a delicious apple. But if the apple is full of wormholes and you dig it out, is it still an apple?"
Ymir was silent.
She knew that "conservatives" were that tangled "wormhole".
Doppler: "As you can see, our old nobles in Omar have lost the enterprising spirit of their ancestors. They are reluctant to let go of their power and wealth, and will even madly fight back against any enemies who try to take away power from them. '."
Ymir said: "Brother, we still have a chance. Although General Dolon was forced out of the imperial capital, we still have enough cards in our hands..."
"No... Ymir. I said, if there are another ten years, I firmly believe that our reform can be successful."
Doppler shook his head and continued: "The last time you were assassinated, it was Sid's blood prince William who did it. But for that guy to appear in Storm Lake, it was indispensable for the intervention of the old nobles of the 'conservatives'. Even around us. of people..."
Ymir's eyes turned cold and he argued: "I already have some clues about the last assassination. The aide named Clemens F. Metternich..."
Suddenly, she felt that today's Doppler was very strange. She turned her eyes and asked seriously: "Brother, are you hiding something from me? Although you are only a third-level transcendent, your body should not let you say To say such depressing words."
"No need to look any further."
Doppler's expression darkened, and he had no intention of answering directly, "You can leave the imperial capital tomorrow and open up a new foggy area to establish a principality. Now we have more powerful steam machine city technology than our ancestors did in the time, and we are enough to explore a wider area. Land. Like our ancestors, let’s create a new, greater country... "
The light in Ymir's crystal eyes trembled, and she had obviously guessed something.
Doppler did not say anything, but said meaningfully: "Oma, after all, is the Oma of our Spurgeon family. I don't want to see it fall apart, and the people of the empire should not be included either. Died painfully in battle..."
Hearing this, the persistence in Ymir's eyes finally relaxed, and his expression darkened, "I understand, brother."
"Where do you want your fiefdom to be?"
"Go west..."
"Well, it's good over there. Although the environment is a bit harsh, no one can come and cause trouble for you."
"Brother, how long can you live?"
"..."
Silence is the answer.
Ymir turned around sadly, walked towards the study door, and said behind his back: "Your Majesty Doppler, I'm leaving. From now on, please take care of yourself."
She knew that her brother was far more talented than others saw. I was afraid that he had already understood some conspiracy, but he chose to fight it all silently and alone.
"Um."
Doppler nodded and finally said: "Ymir, if one day you know the truth that I am unwilling to tell you today, I hope you can be more tolerant of 'Metternich'..."
Ymir didn't respond to him.
How can you tolerate your enemies, brother