Ojarvis was in a hurry to establish contact with Metatlin City. He'd received ten magic chariots from Salin. Although they were replicas, the materials were real and hadn't shrunk at all. If the Magic Shooters of Sacred Rock City refined them further, they would be able to unleash the greatest power.
Thus, Ojarvis had to prepare a heavy gift for Salin, at least equivalent to the ten magic chariots. From the news that Rex had brought, it could be seen that his sister valued this person greatly, and they were very close.
Ojarvis wanted to strengthen Rex. He didn't want to be the emperor. If his sister could inherit the throne, he'd rather be a prince who couldn't do anything. Ojarvis had been sick since he was young. He'd only survived because of the constant treatment from the Magic Shooters. If Emperor Charnak hadn't died in battle, he would probably have left before Emperor Charnak died.
Other emperors might yearn for power, but what Ojarvis desired the most was life and health.
Being an emperor was very hard. Just look at Sephiroth. Sephiroth had helped Ojarvis with more than eighty percent of the work in this period of time. Even so, Ojarvis still felt tired. It wasn't that he wasn't smart enough, but his body.
Only now did he understand why he rarely saw his father. He'd only taken on twenty percent of the work, and he was already extremely tired. It would be fine if the country was peaceful, but the Holy War just had to start after he'd ascended to the throne. As an emperor, he had it even harder than his father.
Ojarvis felt that he was a tragic character who had to stand in the center of the stage and slowly die.
If I had time to practice magic, with the powerful support of the royal family, I could definitely become a Magic Shooter. At least, I could have a healthy body like a normal person.
After sending Balder away, Ojarvis suddenly started coughing violently. He was the only one in the huge hall. His coughing echoed for a long time. Sunlight shone down from above, accurately landing on the corresponding spots in the hall. The huge statues around him seemed to come alive. The wise emperors in Qin Yin's history all looked down at Ojarvis, letting him cough until blood flowed out of his nostrils. They covered their mouths with their yellowed fingers.
For Ojarvis, coughing was a very difficult thing to do. He trembled as he took out a magic potion and slowly swallowed it. Then, he leaned back in his chair with a dull look in his eyes.
After he took the medicine, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from his nostrils. The color of the blood was dark and purple. It carried a trace of a strange fragrance as it stained his fingers.
A tall and thin figure appeared beside Ojarvis. The black-robed mage lowered his head and looked at the emperor. He said softly, "Ojarvis, did you take medicine again? It's better to eat less. "
The Magician's voice was flat and emotionless. There were three magic symbols on the Magician's black robe.
"I'll die if I eat, and I'll die if I don't. I'm the emperor, so I have to live a comfortable life." Ojarvis's voice was even calmer, as if he was narrating someone else's story.
The black-robed Mage looked at the Emperor. This young Emperor was someone they had saved together. However, magic couldn't go against the laws of nature, and Ojarvis's body was born with a huge flaw. It was almost impossible to let him die of old age like a normal person.
Ojavis threw the handkerchief on the ground, and his eyes regained some spirit. He raised his head and said to the black-robed Wizard, "I heard that the Vatican has the Holy Elixir of Immortality. Every Pope takes a portion when they succeed the throne. No matter who it is, as long as they take it, they can extend their life by 120 years. Is this true?"
"You're the emperor of Qin Yin. You can't believe in the gods." The Magician's answer seemed to confirm the legend.
"Yes, that's true. If I really believed in the gods, the anger of my subjects would burn me to death. Mephistos, I heard that Salin has a fallen Cardinal under him. Do you think he has a way to cure my illness? "There was some hope in Ojarvis' voice.
"We can do whatever a ninth-level mage can do. Ojarvis, I don't want to lie to you, "the black-robed Mage replied.
Ojarvis laughed and said, "Really, Mages are always so boring. If only I could learn magic … that would be great. Then we would be able to communicate normally. "
The black-robed Mage Mephisto looked at the emperor with some pity. This emperor's body was so weak that it could no longer contain magic strings or sword aura.
"Mephisto, I envy my sister. She's much freer than I am," Ojarvis said, panting.
"Princesses aren't free either." The mage finally replied with some emotion. The few of them were level-9 Magic Shooters, and they were very familiar with Rex. Mages couldn't intervene in the conflict between Rex and the prince, but it didn't mean that they didn't have any opinions.
"She's now a princess and can rule a country. She's not tied down by the parliament. How can she not be free?"
The black-robed Mage didn't reply. He stood in the darkness and looked at the emperor they'd saved, a child who could only live to six years old.
"Mephisto, go. I'm fine." Ojarvis didn't get an answer. He waved his hand with difficulty and leaned back in his chair.
The imperial capital of Qin Yin was shrouded in rain. Tens of thousands of miles away, the Tanggulas Empire's Four Elements City was also shrouded in cold rain. The emperor of the Tanggulas Empire was anxiously looking at the documents his subordinates submitted in the palace.
Twenty-five thousand regular soldiers had perished in the wilderness to the north of Qin Yin. This was a result that he could not believe. But the people of the Vatican must have seen this. It couldn't be fake. In the eyes of the emperor, other than his 25,000 regular troops, the rest of the soldiers were not human.
Beside the emperor was a mage in a red robe. This mage was extremely young, at least 20 years younger than the emperor.
"Winnie, can our army occupy Qin Yin?" The emperor looked to be in his forties. His golden hair was smooth and healthy, but his tone was a little dispirited.
"Of course. With the guidance of the gods, we'll be invincible," the red-robed mage replied indifferently.
"But Nicholas fell. I heard that he was a devout believer."
"Before the gods, everything is lowly. Nicholas couldn't resist the temptation of the devil. His betrayal only caused the gods' wrath to descend on the Myers Continent and burn everything. "
"Winnie, don't lie to me. For this matter, Dinicio killed all of Nicholas' trusted followers. Sigh … when did Dinicio ever lose his composure like this? "
"Your Majesty, what do you plan to do?" The red-robed mage glanced outside the window. The patrolling soldiers were all Tanggulas Imperial Family's warriors of sacrifice. No one could get close.
"What can I do? If … if I see Sharjah, maybe I can think of something." The emperor's face showed a trace of strange excitement.
"Your Majesty, although this is a blow to Dinicio, Sharjah won't take this opportunity to attack. The power of the Pope is unfathomable. It's better not to provoke him. "
"Winnie, you good-for-nothing!" The emperor suddenly became angry and slammed the table.
"Your Majesty, I'm your son. I only speak the truth," the red-robed mage replied unhurriedly.
"But I can't stand it anymore. Dinicio sent me an oracle, asking me to build a navy to help him attack Metatlin from the sea. How did he know that I already have a fleet? " The emperor's anger wasn't without reason. He had painstakingly accumulated a fleet, but Dinicio found out and asked him to use it to attack that faraway city.
For an ambitious emperor like Tanggulas, the Vatican was a huge shackle that made it hard for him to breathe. The fleet was a possibility to break this shackle, and now it was sent to the frontlines. However, the emperor wasn't stupid. The navy of Metatlin was definitely much stronger than the army. Otherwise, Cloud City and Alchemy City wouldn't allow this port city to exist.
The Pope was cutting off his hope by doing this!
"Your Majesty, Sharjah isn't reliable. If you want to protect the navy, I can introduce you to someone."
"Who?"
"Faka."
"I won't see him!" The emperor angrily threw everything he could to the ground. "That bastard! If I see him, I won't be able to stop myself from killing him!"
"Your Majesty, Faka is the most humble person in the world. Why are you angry with him?" the red-robed mage asked in confusion.
"Humble? I've never seen anyone more arrogant than him! " The emperor's hands were still trembling. Even Dinicio hadn't humiliated him in front of his face, but Faka had done it more than once. Only he knew about this, but he didn't dare say it out loud. The star on the Radiant Plains, the person closest to God, the first messenger, could kill him without the permission of the Pope.
"But Your Majesty, if we send this fleet to Metatlin, the result won't be good. Even if Metatlin doesn't have a navy, Alchemy City isn't something we can fight against."
"Then what do you think we should do?" The emperor wasn't a stubborn person. He was stuck in a difficult situation. He had to find a way to loosen the huge shackle that was the Vatican. Only then could he do things freely.
"Your Majesty, launch the second expedition in the name of the royal family. That way, the Pope won't have a reason to order you around. Instead, he'll have to cooperate with you. "
"But if we organize the second expedition, it'll be winter by the time we get there!"
"Isn't that better? During winter, there'll be a reason to defend the city and let the army build there. According to the law, every time the empire builds a city, the Vatican must build a corresponding church. Your Majesty, this time you're sending hundreds of thousands of slaves. Dinicio will have to send enough priests. "
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