Narte hurried into the palace.
It was the western hinterland of the Valla Empire and the imperial city of the hundred-year-old empire.
In a world with divine spells, building wasn't as troublesome as it was on Earth, requiring sufficient knowledge of materials and architecture.
With a fortification and shaping spell, even mud dug out of a river could be turned into a sturdy city wall!
Moreover, the Earth Temple had mastered such divine spells and was a major church that worshipped the Earthweaver, one of the Seven Divine Fathers. Their churches could be seen in almost every corner of the continent, and they had good relations with the local authorities. That was why even if the world's productivity wasn't particularly high, there were still many cities that could be described as spectacular buildings.
And the Valla Imperial City was one of them.
It was a combination of five gigantic castles and a series of palaces, built with endless gold, gems, and precious materials. It occupied a much larger area than most cities, and could be described as a majestic superstructure!
And the Valla royal family lived in the centermost castle, and every day, the ministers would head to the massive royal palace beneath the castle to pay their respects.
The royal palace spanned over a square kilometer, and it felt spacious rather than spacious.
At the center of the royal palace was a steel throne that was over two meters tall. Though it was forged from pure metal, it was blessed by several popes, and not only would it not be uncomfortable to sit on it, it would also be immeasurably comfortable. One would even be protected by divine spells that would allow them to calmly face assassins without having to go around the pillars.
Still, it would be troublesome to pay their respects on a daily basis since they would have to walk a long distance and wait for the new king to come down from the castle.
It was fortunate that the new king of Valla valued Narte's information, which was why he was already sitting on the throne, waiting for his arrival.
"Your Majesty. This is information from Lancaster and Tunaya, the Silver Eagle Duchy."
As the minister of intelligence of the Valla Empire, Narte presented the information he obtained to the Emperor's tools, who in turn passed it on to the new king.
After all, the new king knew what he was doing. After he ascended to the throne, the three fires that he had set were quite fierce. There were many people who wanted to kill him. Even if he had the protection of the throne, it was better to be careful.
Of course, words alone weren't enough since the other ministers couldn't see his announcement, which was why he had to explain or there would be no discussion.
"According to our intel, the change in Lancaster was caused by a new religion called the Church of the God of Games. That church appeared out of the blue, but their followers are very powerful, and their believers had won first place in the Twin City Cup Celebration held by Lancaster. "
"Hmph, it's just bragging in a small circle. You believe this kind of thing, Nart?" An old man with a goatee stroked his beard with a disdainful look on his face. "What kind of powerhouse can that nameless little church have? It was just that the event was held too hastily, so those with strength couldn't participate! To disturb His Majesty's rest for such a small matter, you, as the Minister of Intelligence, are derelict in your duties! "
"Mormorev, silence!" Valla's new king glared at the goatee. "Let Narte finish."
"As you command, Your Majesty." The man with the goatee immediately bowed to the new king and said no more. March Chinese
It was only then that Narte continued under the new king's gaze that was either encouraging or not. "At the moment, the Church of Games is a righteous church, and their deity isn't an evil god either. They seem to have an unexplainable relationship with the Temple of Justice, and the believer who won first place in the Twin City Cup Celebration is above bishop level! Right now, the mayor of Lancaster seems to be in close contact with them … "
"Are you saying that the assistant church of Lancaster might not be the Brilliant White Church anymore, but the Church of the God of Games?"
The new king asked flatly, closing the report in his hand.
Narte couldn't help feeling flustered — it was the most troublesome feeling of not being able to tell whether someone was happy or angry.
Still, he didn't dare to say anything else and simply answered honestly, "Yes. It seems that they trust the Church of Games more than the Brilliant White Church."
"What about Tunaya? What is the Silver Eagle Duke doing? " Unexpectedly, the new king did not directly discuss Lancaster's problem, and instead changed the topic to something else.
"His eldest son seemed to have died in an accident, and his second son died at the hands of bandits on his way to his new post, so he was somewhat disheartened and wanted to pass the title of Silver Eagle Duke to his youngest son. The main problem lies with his youngest son. " Narte gulped before continuing. "His youngest son's territory was near the Valley of the Tragic Dead …"
At his words, some of the ministers in the rear who were aware of the situation began to whisper among themselves.
While the Silver Eagle Duke did request that the new king grant his son an average territory, the fact that the new king would grant it to the Valley of the Tragic Dead without a second word left many noble families feeling disgusted.
"So you're saying that his youngest son didn't end up in the Valley of the Tragic Dead, and is actually living a good life?" The new king asked.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but there's no report on the specifics."
Narte replied nervously. "The informants we sent couldn't infiltrate too deep, and were thrown into prison before they could even figure out where that wretched place is."
Beside him, the goatee said nothing, but he had a 'see, I knew the kid was useless' look on his face, leaving Narte gritting his teeth in frustration, but there was nothing he could do.
"In other words, that place is extraordinarily well guarded, right?"
"Yes, and they're very powerful as well. Normal informants wouldn't be a match for them …"
"I understand." The new king showed a look of understanding, and put away the report in his hand. "Now then … I'll borrow your head."
"My … head?"
Even as he spoke, Narte felt as if he was flying, and a headless corpse appeared in his vision as it slowly fell to the ground. It was only after a moment that his consciousness came to a realization in his dying moment.
I think I've been beheaded …
"Narte has been executed for exaggerating to sway the hearts of the court and deceive the king. From now on, I will be personally in charge of the intelligence agency. "The new king, who had stood up at some point in time, sheathed a transparent longsword that was not stained with a single drop of blood into the scabbard beside the throne." Let the night walkers come over … I want to see what the youngest son of the Silver Eagle Duke is actually doing! "
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