The carriage crushed the flat central avenue of the city, and the slightly shaking carriage made people drowsy. Daniel sat on the soft cushion at the rear of the carriage, leaning on his exclusive soft pillow and cushion, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he had fallen asleep .
But his spirit is in the most lucid state. Through the signals generated by artificial nerve cords and the special rune array engraved on the bottom of the carriage, the thinking of this eternal sleeper priest has dissociated from the body, and is currently wandering in the mind network to create in a perfect world.
The city of dreams, the golden road, people come and go.
Beautiful nameless trees lined both sides of the road, and the shimmering leaves fell with the wind at the most pleasing speed and trajectory. The buildings danced with the wind.
Daniel, who turned into a refined middle-aged mage, strolled along the wide road and came to a node square.
Christians in twos and threes were active in the square, and their whispered conversations drifted into Daniel's ears:
"The plan of the Death of All Things Society seems to have failed completely..."
"Brutal and ugly, the monsters they make just don't feel right from the start."
"But it's really unimaginable that they would fail so quickly... Are the Cecils really that difficult to deal with?"
"After all, the extraterrestrial wanderer is over there."
"How long has there been no news from the Son of the Storm? It seems that since the last time the stars returned to their positions, they have less contact with the land."
"Who knows what those crazy guys are doing..."
Daniel listened to the conversations of those middle-level believers with the mentality of a bystander, without any disturbance in his heart.
To a certain extent, the Eternal Sleepers who have a spiritual network are more informed than any king or emperor, but only on the news about Cecil, their intelligence seems to lag a lot, especially in Cecil. The Er people built those magic power detection devices. After the strict management of supernatural beings was implemented in the whole territory, a large number of eternal sleepers had to stay away from that area. The information about Cecil can only be gathered through rumors from other areas. Judging, many of the things they discussed today were old news many days ago.
Compared with them, Daniel has first-hand information.
The kingship ends, the empire rises, the army of magic guides sweeps across the plain, the steel fortress gallops on the track, and the man-made god is swallowed and wiped out by the allied forces of the deep sea...
It was really an exciting war, but unfortunately, I didn't have the opportunity to witness all that in Typhon, but could only watch some records at that time through the "space of origin".
A sound of footsteps came from nearby, and a heroic Eternal Sleeper in a white coat came to Daniel's side, interrupting the latter's thoughts.
"Thank you for your reminder last time, my lord bishop," the eternal sleeper lowered his head and said respectfully and gracefully, "Duke Seven has provided us with vital help."
Daniel turned his head slightly and glanced at the eternal sleeper. With the help of the special authority of the head of the security department, he could see through the real side of the other party hidden under this heroic face.
A pale, thin middle-aged man with dark brown eyes and relatively flattened features.
Daniel nodded slightly to the Eternal Sleeper: "Great nobles usually have a long-term vision, which makes them prefer to control the balance through multiple investments. When the benefits can be expected, Duke Severn will definitely not refuse to invest in the South." Reserve a bargaining chip for himself on the plantation, not to mention that this bargaining chip can also bring him allies on the railway line-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 find suitable ones. agent to help him spend the money."
"Anyway, your tip gave me an opportunity—it's a pity I can't thank you in the real world."
"Everything is for our real cause, 'Viscount Weigel'," Daniel whispered, and at the same time pointed out the other party's identity in the real world with a voice that only two people could hear, to remind the other party to distinguish between real identity and The different roles of order identity, "While accumulating wealth, don't forget why we accumulated those wealth."
Viscount Weigel immediately lowered his head: "You remind me, my lord, that everything is for our real cause."
The Sleeper is a huge sect, just like every dark sect, it is also 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 alien god priests. Although these people cannot access the core secrets of the order, they are an indispensable part of the operation of the order. Some of them can Provide funds for the religious order, some can provide information, and some can help the religious order to further expand and absorb members.
Small southern nobles like Viscount Weigel are an indispensable support for the development of the order in Typhon, and as bishop Daniel, it is easy to contact and secretly control such a "chess piece" and will not cause anyone attention.
"I want to remind you of one thing." Seeing the lower-ranking priest in front of him lower his head, Daniel considered his tone and said in a natural and casual manner, "Don't underestimate the keen sense of smell of the northern nobles—you have been in close contact with Duke Severn. Several times, someone will always guess what you are doing."
Viscount Weigel opened his eyes wide: "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 don't think you want to suffer again, do you?"
He had many things to do in Typhon, but he couldn't do everything himself.
At least, he can't do it himself in public.
Viscount Weigel, the low-ranking priest of the Eternal Sleepers, the man who took orders from Daniel nodded hurriedly, and soon accepted the bishop's order, and his figure gradually disappeared in 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 nobles who were influenced by him, some things were done by "Bishop Daniel" who is the eternal sleeper, and some things were done by him. Things are 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 and affect people from civilians to merchants to nobles, because there are countless unconnected lines, countless people who don't know each other at all, and don't even think about it. People who have been connected through the Internet are doing these things at the same time.
On the surface, Daniel is just a talented scholar and great magician who is loyal to the empire. Even if the investigation goes deeper, people will only find that he has some private friendship with a small number of nobles in the imperial capital—and given that these nobles are Daniel's earliest investor after returning to the imperial capital, this personal friendship is beyond doubt.
The node crystal floats on the gorgeous pale gold base, emitting a dreamlike shimmer. Daniel pressed his hand gently on it, and with the familiar mental fluctuations, the scene around him has changed in light and shadow, from the open The square was transformed into a magnificent palace.
This is the central shrine that only bishop-level priests can enter. The people gathered here are the real core backbone of the Order of the Eternal Sleepers.
Figures appeared out of nowhere, bishops wearing white, black or pale gold robes appeared in the corridor, walking towards the direction of the core meeting hall, Daniel also followed the pace of other bishops, walking in the same direction.
Anzu's civil war is over, and one of the three major dark sects is ending. A huge and ancient kingdom is being reshuffled, with a new power structure, new challenges and opportunities. As one of the dark sects, the Eternal Sleepers certainly do not agree with this. There will be no action—especially in the current situation, Anzu's new monarch will be the terrible "outsider wanderer", which requires the upper echelons of the church to discuss the next development direction.
Entering the circular meeting room, Daniel found his seat. He sat down at the table and casually chatted with the bishops he knew well around him in a low voice, until a light appeared at the end of the oval table. The women appeared in everyone's sight with the bright light.
The bishops greeted each other: "Good day, Ms. Selina? Geerfen."
"Good day, compatriots," Selina Geer looked around, nodded slightly, and said softly, "Now the meeting begins..."
…
When the mist gradually lifted, it was a very special feeling to stand in the highest room of the Obsidian Palace overlooking the imperial capital.
People often refer to the "Brumaire" as a foggy day in Aldernan, but in fact it only refers to the period when the city's fog is the strongest and lasts the longest-outside of the Brumaire, in all Mist makes its unexpected visit to Aldernan at the turn of the seasons, no matter what the month.
When such a day comes, the whole city seems to be floating in an ethereal dreamland. The high and low scattered buildings hide their real shapes in the fog and become hazy and illusory. Only minarets and towers emerge from the fog. Stretch out your head, facing the bright sun, covered with a layer of golden brilliance, 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 in front of the window, overlooking the bustling and wealthy capital of the empire. The sunlight was gradually increasing, and amidst the mist, the towers and spires of the Obsidian Palace were shining brightly.
There are tens of thousands of roofs in this city, but when it is foggy, only these towers can enter the line of sight of Obsidian Palace.
"Your Majesty, there is a message from Andesa that Changfeng Fortress is increasing its troops, but it is not yet clear which troops are taking over the defense."
"Gauvin? 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 magician regiments and the Winter Wolf Knights are assembled at the border, waiting for your orders at any time."
"For a while, I almost thought you had become an anti-war faction, Mr. Ferdinand," Rosetta turned her head, with a faint smile, "The nobles of the war faction think that you are indecisive."
Ferdinand's expression was serious: "I have never been on any side, Your Majesty, I am on the side of the empire's interests - when the losses outweigh the gains, I am an anti-war faction, when the empire can gain 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 strong it really is... This still needs to be faced with caution."
"We will be cautious, but before that, Andersa needs to be prepared," Rosetta looked away from the window, and looked at Grand Duke Ferdinand beside him. Or the old and weak remnants after the Civil War, depends on her eyes to judge."
Grand Duke Ferdinand had a solemn expression: "She will not disappoint you, Your Majesty."
…
The northern part of the mainland, the city of Saint-Sunil.
The ancient streets were washed and cleaned, and the fluttering colorful flags and curtains were decorated on both sides of the road. The heroic knights and soldiers patrolled the streets around the castle area. A solemn, but with a touch of celebration atmosphere lingered In the city, even the dullest person can feel that something big is going to happen in this ancient city—
The day of the emperor's coronation is near.
A cargo ship closely guarded by warships entered the southern port of San Sunil in the early hours of yesterday. The army cleared the area ahead of time 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 The cart brought some goods into the castle, and the goods were covered with thick tarpaulin, which aroused speculation among the citizens.
In the Silver Fort, Gao Wen sat behind the desk, spread out a stack of manuscripts, and was writing quickly.
Standing by the side, Amber glanced at Gao Wen who was writing with his head down: "You are writing these things these days when you have free time... What are you writing about?"
Gao Wen didn't look up: "You can watch it, I don't mind."
"Forget it, I've been fooled more than once, maybe you'll arrange a bunch of new jobs for me just by looking at it casually..."
Gao Wen smiled, but didn't say anything else, but turned a page and wrote new words.
But Amber obviously couldn't bear to be quiet, and within two seconds she said: "Hey, let me tell you, you will be crowned soon, and you look like someone who bows his head and writes before something big happens. It's writing a will..."
Gao Wen's pen finally stopped for a while, he looked up at Amber, and pointed to the nearby wall with the tip of his pen: "Do you think this wall is level?"
Amber disappeared into the air with a squeak, leaving only an exclamation: "I'm out on patrol!!"
Gawain looked at the place where Amber disappeared and smiled, then lowered his head, looked at the manuscript that was almost completed, and after a few seconds, he lightly rubbed the mithril ring on his finger.
The ring emitted a slight heat, and Melita Purnia's voice came from it: "The Mithril Treasury is at your service at any time—do you need business advice?"
"Well, I need to keep some things."