Revenge for your mother?

Tsk tsk.

Standing aside and listening to Isreal's lecture, Joshua looked at Dimore, who seemed to be reflecting on him, and then looked at His Majesty the Emperor, who was expressionless, and countless classic plots suddenly appeared in his heart.

In previous lives, people often questioned why Isreil had to conceal Dimore's identity and sent him into the army to conceal his identity training? With the talent of this second prince, wouldn't it be a pity if he accidentally died in a war with orcs or black tide?

The general answer is nothing more than that only real battles can produce strong people, or dead geniuses are not geniuses, imperial lords are merciless, etc.

But now it seems that this question has a new explanation.

With just a few words I had heard before, Joshua roughly guessed the context of this plot, which was nothing more than the court struggle between the thrones, which led to the death of the second prince's mother. Isrell was half protected and half tempered to send Dimore out of the imperial capital, but the warriors did not like this kind of story, so he did not think deeply. Anyway, he already knew the future ending. The second prince killed all his brothers and sisters at the last moment, completed his revenge, and successfully became the emperor of the empire.

Then again, Joshua turned his sight to Isreal. His Majesty, who was as majestic as a mountain, had a bad face from the beginning. He frowned slightly, as if he was enduring some pain. Although he was well concealed, he could not hide the observation of the warriors.

A legendary strong man will never experience any physical discomfort. If he can show such an expression, he will definitely suffer any serious injuries or hidden injuries.

This may be why Isrell died suddenly in the future. Joshua silently thought that the hidden injuries that even the legendary strong man could not bear must have hurt the essence of life. All means to heal this injury depend on luck. Whether it is the buds of the tree of life or the great magic, it can only be relieved, but cannot be cured.

On the side, Isrell seemed to have finished his lecture. After all, Dimore is not a fool. As long as he points out the problems that exist on the other party, he will naturally correct his mentality quickly. Then, His Majesty the Emperor turned his head and looked at Joshua.

"Radcliff, first of all, congratulations on your advancement. There is another pillar of the empire. This is supposed to be a grand banquet to celebrate, but according to what you said, there is no need to talk about now."

Perhaps the negotiations with ambassadors of various countries were too complicated. Now facing the familiar Joshua, Isrell directly exempted the corresponding etiquette. He said to the warrior concisely: "Can you provide a sample for the plague that you named melanemia for research?"

“That’s true.”

The old mage standing behind Isrell also nodded and agreed: "As long as you can study the corresponding healing spells or potions, no matter how many conspiracies and tricks the cultists have, they will not be able to cause too much riots."

"I locked the source of the plague in the dungeon of St. Lauren's Cathedral, blocked it with the magic array, and if I want to take samples, I can do it anytime."

Joshua didn't say much and agreed to this request. In fact, the warrior could report the raw materials of the healing potion directly, but this was too shocking and the subsequent processing was extremely troublesome. So he planned to wait until the mages got the plague samples and prompted a little in the general direction to speed up its birth.

"Then you go to the association later and select personnel, and Teacher Nostradamus will accompany you."

His Majesty the Emperor looked very tired now, and he did not have the momentum he had when he was fighting with Joshua half a month ago. He originally wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his head: "Let's just do it for the time being. Although I'm a little sorry, I'm tired... Don't worry, the Empire will never treat the meritorious ministers unfairly."

This is an obvious sentence of seeing off for guests. Joshua naturally would not misunderstand it. He naturally said goodbye and left, and Nostradamus and Dimore also said goodbye together.

After everyone left, the door of the hall was automatically closed slowly, leaving only Isrel standing alone in the center of the palace. He looked at the melting star above his head in a daze, and the iron crown above his head was flowing with cold silver-gray light.

After leaving the hall, the old monk glanced at the attendants waiting around the corridor. After discovering that their targets appeared, these followers walked quickly towards the reception hall next to them.

He naturally knew that there would definitely be many of his old friends next, or the kingdom ministers would come to ask him what he had discussed with His Majesty the Emperor and whether he could reveal it so that they could be prepared.

Maybe the words would not be so explicit, but what they did must be the same. Political creatures have always been like this, and Nostradamus did not like this, so he whispered to Joshua and others, and then the group accelerated their pace and disappeared at the corner on the other side of the corridor before the others arrived.

On the way to the Royal Mage Society, Dimore kept his head down and silent. He seemed to be thinking about what his father and Joshua said to him. Ying and Rin were not that serious. The two were talking softly, as if they were discussing what to eat for supper.

The old mage started talking about Joshua.

"Jothia, I think you should know what happened in Far South."

While walking, he said in a clear and serious voice: "As you speculated, although the plague has not spread there, summer is coming, and the corpses of dragon beasts and people from all over the world will rot on a large scale. In such an environment, even if it is not a plague of evil gods, the spread of ordinary diseases will become a big problem. It is precisely because of this that the church and the messengers of the Far South Kingdom, and they foresaw the disease after the bloody war."

"But they were powerless to stop it, and they could not have imagined that the plague of the evil god would be so terrible."

Joshua nodded and said, "The Mad Dragons attracted all their energy, and now they have to ask for help from the Empire."

"Yes, the cooperation between the evil god believers and the Five Colored Dragon Clan is deeper than we imagined." Nostradamus's voice was low: "We have evidence to find that crazy dragons appear everywhere in the mainland. They seem to have been sent there to contend with crazy poisons. If the cultists use the same method to spread the plague, we have almost no ability to stop them."

"It's meaningless to beware of these. Even if the road is blocked, cultists can pass through the black forest and throw sick dragon beasts into various countries."

Thinking of some things in his previous life, Joshua sneered and said, "These madmen are not afraid of death, so it doesn't matter how they fail. As long as they succeed once, they will be their victory."

“That’s true.”

Nodded slightly, Nostradamus seemed to be worried. He whispered: "Your Majesty is ready to announce this news after he has developed a potion for the plague. It will soon not be a secret. The parliament has raised precautions, and the cultists will definitely make a desperate bet. The plague is likely to break out early."

“There are gains and losses, and they are inevitable.”

Joshua was not stupid. He noticed that the old mage was in a bad mood. The warrior naturally understood that this was because of Isrel's injury. At this critical moment, if something went wrong with the body of the imperial ruler, it would really have a complete collapse effect. Just like in the previous life, a group of princes and daughters competed for the throne, almost splitting the huge empire into seven small countries.

Maybe His Majesty the Emperor also noticed his physical condition, so Dimore was called back to the imperial capital. He no longer had time to wait slowly, but wanted to cultivate his own heir as soon as possible.

However, what kind of injuries does this make a legendary strong man who has just conquered the orc worry to this point?

"Dragon disaster, plague."

The old wizard on the side was still whispering to himself: "The Black Forest ruins have intensified the competition between Guantian White Tower and the Seven Stars Council. The warlock royal family in Xishan fought with each other due to the sudden appearance of ancient blood. Many people in the empire also had different thoughts due to the disappearance of orcs."

"Every country is trapped in disputes, both big and small, with internal and external troubles, and has no time to take care of it. The cultists seemed to see this opportunity and immediately used all their strength to spread death and fear, chaos and despair as much as possible."

Nostradamus looked very moved: "Even though he finally defeated the orcs, the empire was able to develop with peace of mind for a while, licking his wounds, and making up for the weakness brought by years of war, but the current situation does not allow for a moment of relaxation."

Joshua did not answer, and the white-haired old master is now just expressing his worries, and even if he answers, it is meaningless.

Could it be that he would also tell Nostradamus that everything you said was just an appetizer, and there would be more in the future, and greater disputes and disasters were about to come to this world?

No one is that stupid.

Just as the group walked silently towards the exit of Morley Palace, a trace of magic power suddenly appeared on the old mage.

Frowning, Nostradamus took out a communication array from his robe. He glanced at the name displayed on it, then activated the array and said calmly: "Villa? What's the matter for me?"

"Master Nostradamus! An unknown black fog appeared near the Royal Mage Society!"

The sound in the messenger was extremely rapid. The mage named Vera was very nervous: "This black fog is strongly corrosive. As long as it touches it, the skin will be seriously burned. The city guards have urgently evacuated the people around them, but the black fog is still spreading continuously. Many buildings have collapsed and citizens are affected. The mages present cannot stop it!"

"Black mist?"

The old mage was not nervous. He thought calmly for a moment, then frowned and whispered: "Damn it, that group of waste can happen if you study a box!"
Chapter completed!