She hesitated for a moment: "How should I report this to the teacher?"
At this moment, an officer from the Control Bureau suddenly came back quickly, causing everyone's expression to change.
“Who among you can be the management of the academy?”
He said with a cold face: "Our Minister wants to ask, to what extent can someone be beaten to be recommended as the dean?"
Everyone: “…”
Chapter 124 Empress: No One Can Compare to Him
The moonlight enveloped the silent sword field.
Phyllis knelt on the wooden floor like an ascetic, with a rough iron sword lying in front of her, trembling silently with her surging emotions.
"Valerius Licinius?"
Her eyes were cold and she whispered, "It was him?"
As a sixth-level top warlock and the vice-president of the academy, she certainly had the ability to sense the situation in the Mystic Falls Square, but due to many unavoidable reasons, she was unable to take action.
First of all, no one can be sure whether Serra’s family really confessed.
If you take too tough an attitude at this time, or even try to stop it, it will arouse suspicion.
Although the Sword Master is powerful, he is not invincible.
There is always an emperor above the head of the Brentanian Empire, like a restraining force.
Secondly, although she also came from a warlock organization, she was a member of the Rose Sword.
But the problem is that behind the Administration is the Creed Church.
The last and most critical question.
Phyllis looked down at the necklace on her chest. The colorless and transparent crystal stone in the past was now flashing red light, flickering in the darkness, as if giving a warning.
This holy relic has been with her for thirty years.
Helped her foresee countless dangers.
"In other words, if I had taken action just now, I would have been the one who suffered?"
Phyllis murmured, "But how is this possible? A mere Valerius Licinius can certainly not threaten me. Then, who could it be?"
The Sword Master's face became increasingly gloomy, as if he sensed some kind of crisis approaching.
"For safety reasons, don't get involved in this matter for now."
She frowned: "Let Novia come to help, and use the power of the Valerius family..."
As the faint murmurs disappeared into the silence.
There was also a fleeting shadow above the distant mountains outside the window, which disappeared under the tree.
"Whether it's Jeanna's lucky gold coin or Phyllis's foresight necklace, they are both very coveted relics. It's almost impossible to trick her."
The man walked on the soft leaves in the moonlight and said with emotion: "The heir you found for me is probably the most brutal one in the history of the Administration. The reputation of the Administration is not very good to begin with. If he continues to do this, the outside world's opinion of us will be even worse."
In response to him, there was a faint and indifferent voice.
The gravekeeper responded: "You still care about this?"
The man didn't speak.
The gravekeeper continued, "The night watchmen do much more dirty work than you do."
The man complained helplessly: "But the Night's Watch is a secret organization. How many identities do your members have? There is no such person in the Empire's organization. Even after you die, no one knows who you are. And we have to arrest people everywhere with our officer certificates. I'm really afraid that someone will spit on my tombstone after I die."
The gravekeeper consoled him, "Don't worry, as long as your successor is still alive, no one will dare to do this. Your daughter and your students are all safe."
The man sighed. "I met him for the first time today. I felt that he was born to do this job. No wonder you chose him as your successor. But how did he survive?"
Of course, he received first-hand, accurate intelligence about the border war.
The owl brought down a miracle from an altitude of five hundred meters. It was an unprecedented, terrifying energy like a punishment from heaven.
Even he himself would have no chance of surviving.
The gravekeeper smiled and said, "That's why I asked him to take over your job. The assassins from your Creed Church are indeed very powerful, but their lifespan is too short. Licinius is different. Although I don't know how he did it, his black magic has given him a strong immortality."
He paused. “He even removed his own heart manually, nearly a thousand times.”
man:"… "
The gravekeeper continued: "Augurola was right in front of him and witnessed everything."
The man was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, I will continue to protect him. But tell me the truth, what is the relationship between Her Majesty and him? What if one day Her Majesty finds out that all of us have teamed up to deceive her? You are a dead man, you can play it down, but what about me?"
According to the information he had obtained, His Majesty had been unexpectedly silent since returning to the capital.
It seems like nothing has been done, but anyone with a discerning eye can smell the scent before the storm.
It is obvious that His Majesty is plotting something.
Now, Constance is also an accomplice in the crime of deceiving the king. She should be punished for not reporting the crime.
When the truth comes out, who can withstand a punch from His Majesty that uses twenty years of experience
Gravekeeper: "Oh, yes..."
The man couldn't help but complain: "Can you be more reliable?"
The gravekeeper said calmly: "Don't panic, find someone to test His Majesty's intentions first."
o
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In the dark palace, the candles were extinguished by the howling wind.
At the end of the luxurious red carpet is a throne made of gold.
On the throne, the extremely gorgeous woman held her chin lazily, her long and delicate legs crossed, and the heels of her high heels tapped the ground rhythmically, making a crisp sound.
"Sir Neil, how is the matter going?"
Her voice was cold and majestic, echoing in the empty palace.
As the palace steward, Old Neil was responsible for the emperor's contact with the outside world. At this moment, he bowed and said in a low voice: "The relevant information about Lord Valerius Licinius has been handed over to the high priest. After the high priest paid homage to the heroic spirits of the ancestors, he obtained the permission of the ancestors."
"A true hero should shine brightly."
He paused and said, "On the day of the festival, the high priest is willing to vindicate the Night Watchman and the Owl."
The empress hummed with satisfaction: "He knows what's good for him."
Otherwise, I’ll smash that old guy to pieces with one punch.
The high priest can be replaced.
Of course, people even have reason to doubt that if the ancestors of the Hall of Heroes disagree...
Your Majesty might even choose to tear down Valhalla.
"Lord Red Dragon is in charge of the Glory Legion."
Old Neil said, "All the soldiers have learned the truth, but the price they paid was that their morale was shaken. Some could not accept the facts, some regretted it, some began to hate themselves, and many could not help but fight when they heard someone slandering their commander on the street."
In the past few days, several gang fights have occurred in the royal capital.
And it was all instigated by people in the military.
"Let them go, it's good to vent their anger." The empress said calmly.
Old Neil glanced up at the figure on the throne, and remembering someone's request, he took a deep breath and couldn't help asking, "Your Majesty, the high priest asked me to ask you something."
Empress: “Hmm?”
Old Neil swallowed his saliva and asked tentatively, "You are preparing to advance to the eighth level, right?"
The empress did not respond, which was considered as her consent.
Old Neil mustered up the greatest courage of his life and said, "According to the rules of our Brentanian Empire, if the emperor is going to ascend to the realm of God, he must leave behind a descendant!"
He showed a fearless expression: "I can't let Joachim or Cyrus get away with it, right?"
There are only so many royal bloodlines.
If the empress fails to be promoted, she will undoubtedly die.
Even if he was lucky enough not to die on the spot, he probably wouldn't survive for more than a few months.
This is a national event and it is impossible not to consider it in advance.
"Oh, is it so?"
The empress suddenly remembered this, but she didn't get angry.
Seeing that she was not angry, Old Neil felt a little relieved: "You are not young anymore, you are already twenty-one years old. There are many noble women of your age in the empire who are divorced and have two children."
In the darkness, a pair of burning, dark golden eyes lit up.
"Sir Neil, do you have the guts to ask me such a question? Is this what the teacher and the high priest asked you to ask?"
The empress said coldly: "You want to urge me to get married? Do you think I will fail?"
Old Neil lowered his head in fear and swallowed his saliva. "No way! With your talent, of course you can't fail. But you have to pretend, right? At least to reassure the people and the various parties in the empire that support you. At the very least, do you have a suitable candidate in mind?"
The empress fell silent. She had been an illiterate girl for the first twenty years of her life.
Until recently, I was forced to add some colors.
She had never really thought about getting married.
"Although you haven't thought about it, you must have seen some outstanding men!"
Old Neil patiently persuaded.
The empress was stunned.
Speaking of outstanding men, looking back on her life, the most dazzling one must be that young man.
Tough, calm, fierce, strong, wise, gentle and kind.
There is also that kind of calm and confident demeanor that allows one to control everything.
And a fearless, self-sacrificing spirit.
There is also his miserable childhood and his rare achievements when he grew up.
It makes people admire and feel sorry for her.
That boy possesses all the shining qualities of a man that the empress could imagine.
As a subject, he was perfect.
As an independent man, his personal charm is unquestionable.
The empress had been dreaming recently, always dreaming of that figure hanging high in the sky, with his back to the endless scorching sun, facing thousands of troops alone, and then bringing down divine punishment.
Every time I woke up, I was in tears.
No matter where you go, you can seem to see a red cloud and black robe fluttering in the wind.
I always feel that he seems to be so far away, as if he will come back at any time.
"Generally speaking, if a young girl in love sees that figure from behind, she will never fall in love with anyone else in her life, right?" The empress said thoughtfully, holding her snow-white cheek.
Old Neil was stunned: "What did you say?"
"nothing."
The empress waved her hand and said in annoyance: "Don't mention this matter again. No matter how outstanding a man is, he is not even one ten-thousandth as good as Valerius Licinius. Those who have seen the sun will not consider fireflies."
Old Neil said "oh", not knowing what he was thinking.
"Sir Neil, I am very interested in the matrix for summoning heroic spirits that you mentioned last time."
The empress said intentionally or unintentionally: "I was wondering, can I use that matrix to summon his soul? Before he is completely resurrected, can I first make him become the same as the teacher?"
o
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The carriage was driving on the roadside late at night, making a clattering sound.