The middle-aged man in the gray cloak was slightly startled. He carefully looked at the majestic figure shrouded in darkness on the throne above and said: "Lord Night Prince, although the Spring of Rejuvenation is expensive, it should not be too much of a loss to gain the allegiance of an elder, right?"
"Naturally it wouldn't be a loss if we can get his allegiance." The man on the throne indifferently said: "But this person claims to be the 'devil'. Hmph! The Holy Church calls us demons so he calls himself the 'devil'. How can such an ambitious person be willing to be subservient to others? He has just taken over the position of an elder so his foundation is too weak to refuse. But if there is an opportunity in the future he will be the king! "
The middle-aged man's complexion slightly changed: "Lord Night Prince, in that case, we might as well take the 9th region as our own before his wings harden. In this case, he can only be a lone commander if he wants to be the 'Demon King' in the future."
"It's impossible but we can't give the opportunity for the 9th region to grow. Otherwise the balance between the three kings will be broken and the region will fall into chaos." The Night King said in a cold voice.
"Yes."
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…
The sky was bright.
Dean was still in the office reading the information of the 9th region. He had a general understanding of the situation of the 9th region after one night of reading. The 9th region belonged to the lower middle level of the entire 12 regions of the dark church. Whether it was the number of followers, wealth or force, the 9th region was far behind the other regions. Especially the 3rd region which was under the control of the Night King. The difference was like the clouds and the mud.
"I didn't expect that the gap between the 12 regions would be so big. I don't know if the Night King is appointed by the Monastery to supervise the deacon." Dean thought in his heart: "It doesn't matter if he has the same identity or not. According to the words of the elder of the punishment department, once exposed he will either return to the inner wall or be sentenced to death. It doesn't matter what his identity is. In the future he will be either a friend or an enemy."
"Elder, did you call me?" Hawkeye pushed the door and came in.
Dean nodded: "Call all the five-star alchemists, great potion masters, diviners, dark knights, I want to hold a meeting."
"Meeting?" Hawkeye was startled, but he quickly understood and nodded: "I will inform them."
Dudian nodded and continued to read other information. These information also included the other eleven regions. They were the information collected by the previous elders.
"The three kings of the 12th region are the" Night King "of the 3rd region, the" Sword King "of the 1st region, and the" Pluto King "of the 5th region. The subordinates of the three kings are attached to other elders. In addition, the 2nd region, the 10th region, and the 12th region are not affiliated with the three kings. It seems that there should be a total of four factions. These three factions should take care of each other, but only to a certain extent."
Dean's eyes flashed as he pondered.
After a long while.
Hawkeye came to report and said respectfully, "Elder, the two five-star alchemists from Stuart and Corina have arrived. They are waiting for you in the conference hall."
Dean frowned as he looked at the hourglass: "Where are the others?"
Hawkeye bowed his head and said: "Still on the way."
"Are they usually this slow?" Dean frowned.
Hawkeye quietly looked at him: "Elder, some of them are far away and some of them are busy. So it is inevitable that they will be slow."
Dean noticed his eyes. His face turned cold: "What's the slowest gathering time in the past?"
There was a trace of tension in Hawkeye's eyes: "In the past, the slowest time was about two and a half hours."
"Alright, an hour has passed. Let's wait for another one and a half hours." Dean waved: "You go back and tell them to wait."
"Yes." Hawkeye hesitated but eventually held back and left.
One and a half hours passed.
Hawkeye knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Hawkeye pushed the door and entered. He looked at Dean who was sitting in front of the desk and reading the information. He bowed his head: "Elder, time is up."
Dean's eyes moved from the information about the regional divisions and the number of grassroots personnel in the 9th region. He looked at Hawkeye: "Is everyone here?"
Hawkeye hesitated: "Elder, there are seven people who haven't arrived."
"Seven?" Dean's eyebrows rose.
The total number of people in the meeting was sixteen. But at the moment nearly half of them hadn't arrived?
"Alright." Dean got up: "Write down the names of those who haven't arrived and give them to me."
Hawkeye said as he saw Dean's eyes: "Elder, it's the first time you have taken over so it's inevitable that they want to put on airs. The impact on the 9th region will be too great if they join other regions. I hope you won't be impulsive …"
Dean was about to pass by him. He stopped and said in an indifferent voice: "Please remember one thing, in my territory, no one can put on airs with me!"
Hawkeye was stunned.
Dean strode out of the room.
Hawkeye turned around and followed Dudian. He stealthily looked at Dudian's eyes. He didn't see the anger in Dudian's eyes but a pair of calm and deep eyes.
Dean came to a spacious room on the left side of the second floor. He saw eleven figures sitting in the room. Five of them were exuding blazing heat. The remaining six were relatively dim but slightly higher than the average person. However there was something strange about their bodies. The heat distribution of their bodies was uneven. Two of them had extremely hot arms but the heat from their bodies was very dim. The other one had a red chest but the heat from his limbs was average.
"Elder, please." Hawkeye took the initiative to open the door and respectfully said to Dean.
Dean entered the room. It was a very luxurious conference hall decorated with resplendent gold and jade. Even the tables and chairs were made of expensive materials. The style was extraordinary. It seemed like they were made by master craftsmen.
As soon as the door was opened, the laughter in the conference hall came to an abrupt end. Everyone turned their heads or raised their eyes to look at Dean who was standing at the door. When they saw the mask on Dean's face, some people frowned.
Dean wasn't nervous in front of everyone's gaze. Although he knew that all of them were big shots of the dark church. But he wasn't a child like he was a few years ago. He had seen the masters of the Temple and was able to calmly deal with these occasions.
He came to the conference hall and looked around: "Hello everyone. I'm the new elder. My code name is' devil '. I called all of you here because I want to have a few words."
"Devil?" There was a trace of astonishment in everyone's eyes as they heard the overbearing code name.
Soon, an enchanting woman sitting on a nearby chair immediately said, "Codename Demon King? Elder, do you know that in the twelve regions of the dark church, besides the three kings, no one dares to use the word 'king' as their code name? Aren't you being a bit too ostentatious? Wouldn't our 9th region become the target of public criticism if the three kings misunderstood? "
"Yes!"
"Elder, your code name is too provocative. Change it!"
Two people at the side chimed in.
Dean's eyes narrowed as he quietly waited for them to finish talking. He saw that no one else spoke: "Today is the first day of our meeting and you want me to change my code name? Is this your welcome ceremony?"
The three people's faces changed. The enchanting woman said: "Elder, you misunderstood us. We don't mean anything else. It's just that your code name is too ostentatious. Our 9th region is in the middle level of the 12th region. If you make the three kings unhappy then the consequences will be unimaginable!"
Dean stared at her. He could roughly judge from her clothing that she was a great potion master. He smiled: "What will be unimaginable?"
The enchanting woman's face turned ugly as she saw the thorns in his words: "Elder, I'm just being kind …"
"I know." Dean interrupted her. The smile in his eyes instantly turned cold. He glanced at everyone: "Today I called you over to talk about the future position and development of our 9th region. I only have one goal and that is to be the strongest!"
As soon as he said that, the conference room immediately fell silent.
Everyone was stunned as they looked at Dean.
"The strongest?" A middle-aged man next to him smiled: "Elder, you have just taken office. You may not know much about the situation here. Our 9th region …"
"I understand." Dean interrupted him: "I have seen the situation of the 9th region. I also know the information about the three kings. There is no way for us to compete with the three kings with our current ability. But we can develop and catch up with them. Don't tell me that you want to see the faces of the three kings? Do you want to swallow your anger when the resources are plundered? "
Hearing his words, everyone looked at each other. Based on the last sentence, they knew that Dean had done his homework.
"Of course we want to, but it's extremely difficult to catch up to the Three Kings. With the resources and connections in our hands, even if they stagnate, it'll still take us ten years to catch up," another elder said helplessly to the side.
"Yes." The enchanting woman nodded and looked at Dean: "Elder, since you have said so, what is your plan? It is better to talk less so as to avoid the anger of the three kings. Our 9th region can't afford it."
Dean indifferently said: "The plan is very simple. Improve the curriculum of the academy and vigorously cultivate new five-star alchemists and great potion masters. At the same time train more dark knights."
Hearing this, the enchanting woman was stunned, and she only reacted after a while. Her eyes widened as she said, "Elder, you, you're joking?"
Dean seriously said: "Am I not?"
The enchanting woman didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Of course you are right. But the problem is that it takes more than a few years to cultivate a new five-star alchemist or a great potion master or even a great diviner. Even if we are lucky enough to meet some talented students it will take seven or eight years for them to have some achievements. If we want to cultivate new five-star alchemists then it will be good if we can produce two in ten years."
"Don't think that it is too difficult." Dean indifferently said: "I have my own way. Today I called you here to tell you that I hope you will seriously carry out the tasks that I will give you in the future. If the task fails due to personal reasons then the consequences will not be what you want to see."
"Humph!" A middle-aged man wearing a black cloak sitting at the end of the conference table slightly raised his eyes. His rough face was full of ridicule as he coldly looked at Dean: "Ignorant! I really don't know why the higher ups would appoint a person like you as an elder. It is ridiculous! What kind of profession do you think alchemists and potion masters are? Do you think that as long as they have God's blessing everyone can become a dark knight? Ignorant! "
Dean's eyes narrowed as he quietly looked at him.
"What? Are you not convinced?" The middle-aged man's eyes were full of cold arrogance as he looked directly at Dean.
Dean knew where the man's confidence came from. As a dark knight, he was absolutely a high-level figure in his region. Even the elders had to be polite to him. Otherwise he could defect to other regions at any time. Although it would have a certain impact on his reputation and it would be difficult to defect a second time, but after all there was room for freedom of choice.
Moreover, his own strength and influence as well as the dark knights that he commanded would make it difficult for the elders to arrest him. This was the reason why a dark knight was so awesome.
"Is there anything else you want to say?" Dean asked.
The middle-aged man coldly snorted: "I came here today to give you some face. I didn't expect that the new leader would be a good-for-nothing. His feet haven't even stabilized yet and he dares to challenge the three kings. If I knew it would be like this, I might as well sleep at home and waste my time!"
Dean was still quietly looking at him.
The middle-aged man's face turned ugly as he saw that Dean didn't speak. His eyes became more gloomy: "What? Don't you have anything to say?"
"Since you have finished, I will say it." Dean slowly said: "You just said that it is very difficult to train alchemists and dark knights. Indeed it is very difficult for you. Otherwise the 9th region wouldn't be in the middle or lower position for so many years. But from today onwards the 9th region will be under my control. You only need to do the tasks that I give you and in half a year the 9th region will become one of the top five regions! And I will become the new king! "
"I'll leave my words here. You can choose not to believe me, but regardless of whether you believe me or not, I'll only say this once. If anyone fails to complete the mission I've given them due to personal reasons or colludes with other Districts, I won't let them off lightly!"
Everyone was surprised, including the enchanting woman and the middle-aged man. They didn't expect Dean's tone to be so big.
Middle-aged man frowned. There was some dissatisfaction in his heart, but as he saw Dean's confident look, he held back the sarcasm in his heart. After all, half a year would pass quickly. If the newly appointed elder didn't have a little bit of confidence, then there was no reason for him to say such big words. If he broke his promise to everyone, then his prestige as an elder would be lost.
The middle-aged man believed that Dean was aware of the consequences. No matter what, he was sent by the higher-ups to be an elder. He should have the brains to think about it.
"Elder, do you have any plans?" The old man next to him asked curiously.
Dean replied: "Of course."
"Elder, we will believe you for the time being." The enchanting woman glanced at the crowd and said to Dean.
There wasn't the slightest joy in Dean's eyes. He turned to look at Hawkeye: "Have you written the list of people who didn't come?"
"Yes." Hawkeye respectfully handed over the list.
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