The residence of the Shuguang Empire is in a rather luxurious and solemn building.

"Your Majesty, your plan this time is a bit too impulsive."

Niels sat opposite Caesar Charles and said in a low voice.

"Does the teacher think so?"

Caesar poured two cups of black tea casually, put down the teapot in his hand, and asked with a smile.

Nils sighed, his head lowered slightly, "I understand what Your Majesty thinks, and I know that this is indeed a very good time."

"But your Majesty, Alec and those people are not characters that can easily fool you!"

Nils had no intention of picking up the cup of black tea in front of him, and leaned forward slightly and spoke sincerely.

Caesar was extremely relaxed and natural about the other party's extremely oppressive posture, as if all this was just like a breeze blowing on his face, without waves.

"I know."

Caesar picked up the black tea and nodded. The light white water vapor rose up, reflecting his face blurry and hazy, with a bit of mysterious color.

"But they can't give up on this opportunity."

"I gave them reasons and opportunities. If I could still bear this, I would admit it."

The low voice spreads in this small tea room, with an inexplicable charm.

But in the end, it ended with a chuckle.

"However, they don't seem to be so patient."

"Or it is, even if they have been beaten, their long-term awe have made them forget what awe means."

"Although there was bloody storm ahead and there were thorns everywhere, they still held their heads proudly and strode forward without any signs of attention."

"Ha, do you really think that this huge country is already a paradise for them to run rampantly?"

Caesar sneered, his eyes cold and with a biting murderous intent.

Hold your head up and drink tea.

The hot tea sank from the throat like a fire, ironing the lungs, but it did not melt the cold murderous intent like the cold ice on the Arctic ice field.

Niels lowered his head and silently looked at the rising and whirling white mist in front of him, as if he was thinking about some human philosophy.

"Okay, teacher, I know you are mature and steady and don't want to be so radical."

"But at this time, it's better to be decisive and neat."

Caesar gently lowered the teacup and said meaningfully.

"Yes, I get it."

Nils nodded and spit out a few words like this.

He really understood.

What Caesar needs now is not to analyze the loopholes in this plan, demonstrate the feasibility of the plan, and make rebuttals to him.

He just needs Niels to help him get the plan going without any mistakes.

Caesar's decisive and neat statement was not so much about the two of them's views on this matter, but rather a reminder that the other party was already an arrow from the string and he was not allowed to look back.

"Teacher is trouble."

Caesar nodded, filled the tea, and Caesar raised his glass again.

"I will never let down your Majesty's expectations."

Niels responded seriously with his back straight, with a solemn expression, holding a cup in both hands.

Click!

Seeing Niels disappearing into the tea room, Allen's eyes couldn't help but become distant, as if the vast starry sky was hidden in endless mystery.

Didi!

Suddenly, after two rapid sounds, a three-dimensional three-dimensional magic energy projection array also spontaneously activated, showing a figure in front of Caesar.

"His Majesty."

The person who appeared bowed and saluted Caesar in a solemn black combat uniform.

"Tropp, how is the situation?"

"Report to your Majesty, the situation is good and there are no accidents yet."

When he heard Caesar’s question, the figure who had crossed most of the universe projection 2 also raised his head and replied with a solemn expression.

His identity is Tropp Green, the only innovative faction who has been firmly in the headquarters of the Executive Department of the Dawn Empire so far.

"That's good, pay attention to the concealment of actions and don't let them catch their feet."

Caesar nodded with satisfaction.

"yes."

Tropp saluted again, every move was in compliance with the norms, revealing respect from the heart.

"If you need it, you can ask Master Ryan of Gria City for help."

Caesar thought about it and still gave a reminder.

"I see."

Tropp nodded and replied seriously.

"I can trust Master Ryan, and I am my own person who has absolutely no problems."

"Although Master Ryan was imprisoned in the northern border because of the original incident, he was not allowed to leave."

"But this action happened to be in the North, and it was Master Ryan's home court."

"I think he will be very happy to have such a chance to do it."

A smile appeared on the corner of Caesar's lips, but there was endless coldness and indifference.

His eyes were like a sword, full of coldness, and his murderous intent was as flashing as a sword light.

"I see."

Tropp did not ask much and agreed very obediently.

"Well, pay close attention to the progress of the incident and report to me immediately if there is any situation."

Caesar seemed to be in a bad mood and did not have the interest to continue chatting. He just broke the connection of the magic circle in just a simple sentence.

...

This alien planet, which was chosen by Caesar and others as the competition venue is not small, and can even be called huge and vast.

Even the huge plain chosen by Caesar and others was at least millions of square kilometers.

The area currently used by Caesar and others is just the tip of the iceberg.

At this moment, in the corner of this vast plain, a grassland with high grass that is beyond the knees.

Alec and others, who had been discussed by Caesar and others before, were taking a walk like an outing.

There are not many people, and there are only three people in total, but no matter which one it is, it is a well-known existence in the empire. Even its actual control and influence over the empire are definitely one of the best.

In addition to Alec, Duke of Han Iron, who is the leader of the conservative school, there is also Earl of Dennis Christian, who is the helm of the neutral faction.

And the other, although his open position in the empire is indeed a bit insufficient, his strength is enough to support him to a position that is not inferior to the two of them.

Myrock Dracula, the leader of the Dracula lineage, the head of the eight major clans of the blood clan, and the representative of the blood clan in the empire.

"Dennis, what do you think of Caesar's performance now?"

Alec walked slowly, his posture was leisurely, and he seemed to be just a casual chat.

However, if he ignores the layers of packages around them, and cannot closely prevent eavesdropping and blocking magic arrays, his posture will be even more credible.

"Isn't this good for your Majesty to lead by example and win honor for the empire?"

Dennis seemed to have noticed nothing about Alec's question and replied with a smile.

"Mr. Millock, what do you think?"

Before Alec could ask questions, Dennis turned the blame very decisively and threw the topic directly onto Miloch.

"The demon tide is restarted, and the world is back. At this point in time, isn't it normal for Your Majesty to show his strength, shock the empire and the outside world, and improve his prestige?"

However, Michael is also an extremely difficult guy. He knew the difficulties of this problem and said a lot of things smoothly, but he did not expose his true thoughts at all.

Seeing that these two were pretending to be deaf and had no intention of answering him, Alec couldn't help but change his face.

It's not that I'm angry, but that I'm considering how to get the two to cooperate.

However, after thinking for a long time, he decided to go straight to it.

"Okay, since everyone can get together, it means we are all the same people in some ways."

"Even if there are differences or objections, there are more common interests."

"So let's be honest and stop talking about what's available."

Alec stopped and looked at the two of them with calm eyes, his eyes as quiet as a deep ancient well, but with a sense of oppression as deep as a prison.

Seeing this, Dennis and Milok looked at each other quietly and began to think seriously.

After a while, Dennis raised his head and spoke with a smile.

"What, do you have any plans recently?"

"What I need is answers, not questions you have to ask me."

Alec's eyelids closed slightly, but his indifferent eyes were instantly sharp, as if endless swords burst out in an instant, with a sharp edge.

"Aric, are you used to being arrogant and not figuring out the situation?"

"I am not those who are obedient under you, but are the same as you."

"If you continue to communicate with me with this attitude, I think I have nothing to say."

Dennis glanced at Alec and said with a smile on his face, his tone was full of jokes and playfulness.

Of course, the most important thing is the arrogance and arrogance engraved into the bones.

Although Dennis shows her affinity image that always shows her smile.

But this does not mean that his arrogance is much less than that of Alec, who is in charge of the old-fashioned line.

How could a strong man who was born into a dilapidated nobleman and reached the highest leadership of the neutral faction have no pride of his own, and how could he not care about his own face?

"I just think that Caesar's recent movement is the focus of our attention, and the rest, it's not important."

After a while of silence, Alec said in a low voice.

Although he did not apologize explicitly, this sentence is enough to show his attitude in a sense.

This is also the biggest concession Alec can make.

After all, his identity and dignity made it impossible for him to truly bow his head and apologize.

Dennis also understood this clearly, so he nodded happily and did not say much.

Then, in the tacit understanding between the two of them, they turned the topic to the original direction.

However, it may be because the conflict has just been resolved and I feel that it is a bit wrong.

Instead of starting a communication directly, the two looked at Milok who pretended not to exist in the previous time.

"Two..."

Myrock smiled, as if he wanted to say something.

But before he could finish speaking, Alec started first.

"Mylock, what your people have achieved in the competition this time does not seem to be very good?"

Upon hearing this, Miloch's calmness, who was originally talking and laughing, was a little less calm, and his expression became a little reluctant.

"The contestants participating in the competition this time are all elites from all countries and geniuses from all ethnic groups. I am already very satisfied that they can achieve the current honors."

"And, they are all part of the empire, so why don't you and me?"

"Although our grades are not good, the Empire's grades are still pretty good."

"It's also fortunate that, otherwise we would be ashamed of shame."

As Milock said, he couldn't help but lower his head slightly, his pale face was very suitable for a bit of redness, as if what he said was really from his heart.

"Oh, it turns out that Mr. Milloc is also loyal to the empire. We thought you wanted to take this opportunity to make the vampire famous and pave the way for the reconstruction of the vampire empire!"

Dennis looked at Melok and said meaningfully.

"How is it possible? It's all rumor. Our blood clan is loyal to the empire. How can we be the kind of treason?"

Myrock shook his head vigorously, and the speed of his speed pulled out shadows in the air, trying his best to express his loyalty.

A little anxious sweat appeared on his face just right, as if he was angry that his sincerity had been questioned.

"That's good, that's good."

The smile at the corner of Dennis's mouth did not restrain himself, and the deep meaning in his eyes did not dissipate.

However, he did not continue to ask questions, but nodded as soon as he saw that he was ready.

In the process, Alec did not say a word, but this silence brought greater pressure to Dennis.

His heart couldn't help but sink a lot.

You should know that the existence of the blood clan and the necromancer who were discriminated against and hostile in the past years was only in the past hundred years that the reign of Charles VII truly began to integrate into the empire.

Before this, they often existed in this country as targets, enemies, or outsiders with disagreement.

Not familiar or accepted by others.

Alec, the conservative leader who is treated with the same family as the country, is also greatly affected by his father's attitude towards these things.

If you are not of my race, your heart will be different!

That's why Alec looked at Myrock silently during the previous exchanges.

It is not only to show kindness to Dennis and to redeem the previous bad influence.

There is also the instinctive habit engraved in bones and blood.

"It seems that everyone has made some arrangements lately?"

Alec's cold expression suddenly melted, and he said with a tentative smile.

“How to say it?”

Dennis has achieved the cooperation that a qualified supporting actor should have.

"The Continental Supernatural Conference has just passed. If you don't react, I really have to doubt how the neutral faction survived for so many years."
Chapter completed!