Chapter 469

Narte hurried into the palace.

It was the western hinterland of the Valla Empire and the imperial city of the hundred-year-old empire.

Building in a world with divine spells was not as troublesome as it was on Earth, and only required sufficient knowledge of materials and architecture.

With a fortification and shaping spell, even mud dug out from a river could be turned into a sturdy 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 area of the throne room was more than one square kilometer. Rather than saying it was spacious, it would be better to say it was 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, and they would be able to deal with assassins without having to circle around pillars.

Still, it would be troublesome to pay their respects on normal days, with the new king having 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 City and Tunaya City, 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 that the three fires he started after his ascension were quite fierce, and there were many who wanted him dead. Even with the protection of the throne, it was best 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 wouldn't be any discussion.

"According to our intelligence, 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. That's just bragging in a small circle. You, Narte, you believe it?" 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's just that the event was held too hastily, and those with ability couldn't participate! It's just that the event was held so suddenly that the capable couldn't attend!

"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. Narte then continued under the new king's gaze that was either encouraging or not. "At the moment, the Church of the God 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 is above bishop level!

Only then did Narte continue, though there was no telling if the new king was looking at him encouragingly. "At the moment, the Church of Games is a righteous church, and its deity is probably not an evil god. It seems to have an unexplainable relationship with the Temple of Justice, and the believer who won the Crown in the Twin City Cup is above bishop level! "You're saying that the assistant church of the God of Games might not be the Brilliant White Church, but the Church of the God of Games?"

"Are you saying that the assistant church of Lancaster might not be the Brilliant White Church, 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 the king was happy or angry.

Even so, he didn't dare to say anything else and simply answered honestly. "Yes. It seems that they trust the Church of the God of Games more than the Brilliant White Church."

"Then 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 died in an accident, while his second son was killed by bandits on his way to his new post. That's why he's a little disheartened and wants to pass the title of Silver Eagle Duke to his youngest son. The main problem should be 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 the new king to grant his son an average territory, the new king's act of granting the territory near the Valley of the Tragic Dead without a word left many noble families feeling disgusted.

"So you're saying that not only did his youngest son not end up in the Valley of the Tragic Dead, he's actually living a good life?" The new king asked.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. There's no specific report."

"The informants we sent over weren't able to infiltrate too deep. They weren't even able to figure out where that godforsaken place is before they were captured and thrown into prison." Nash said, trembling with fear.

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 helpless.

"In other words, that place is extraordinarily well guarded, right?"

"Yes, and they're very powerful too. 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 that was slowly falling to the ground appeared in his vision. 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 and trying to sway the hearts of the people in the court. From now on, I'm personally in charge of the intelligence department. "The new king had stood up at some point and sheathed a translucent glaze-like longsword that wasn't stained by a single drop of blood into its scabbard beside his throne." Have the Nightwalkers come … I'd like to see what the Silver Eagle Duke's youngest son is up to! "