The capital of the Guevana Empire, the palace, the Republican Hall.
This had been the highest hall of the empire since the founding of the empire. It was just that the equal arrangement of the round table had been changed to a staircase, separating the upper and lower ranks. The Hundred Races Republic had also evolved into the Hundred Races Parliament, which was purely for consultation and had no real power. The venue of the parliament had also been changed, but the Republican Hall was still the highest place of power in the Guevana Empire.
Today, the gathered ministers and the emperor looked coldly at the people kneeling below.
The family's knights were not qualified to enter the hall, but the emperor's guards were. The twenty trusted Praetorian Knights lowered their heads and didn't say a word under the piercing gaze of the crowd.
The two people kneeling at the front, one was the failed special envoy of the empire, Aja. The other was one of the three deputy commanders of the emperor's guards, Jon, who was in charge of guarding the palace's secret treasures. In front of him was the country's treasure, the fragment of the emperor's armor, Tibernive. Although the wounds on his face had healed, the humiliation in his heart had not disappeared.
Not only had the son of the devil broken into the treasury, but he had also been caught as a strong man to help move things on the road. Even if he wanted to escape in the night, he would be caught and beaten up. But these personal grudges could not be compared to the destruction of the treasure. The former was a private matter, but the latter could result in punishment that he could not bear.
To this group of people who stood at the peak of power, the imperial edict not being able to bring back a mage was a provocation to the empire!
As the core of power in one of the five great empires, how could they bear the result of being humiliated by a mage? Everyone who had gathered looked coldly at the losers who were kneeling before them. Some people showed blatant displeasure, looking at the person who had failed the mission, Archduke Lissa.
"Speak, what happened?" The emperor, who was looking down at the document, did not even raise his head as he asked in a dignified voice.
"Your Majesty, the recruitment mission failed, and I cannot absolve myself from the blame. Please punish me. "Back in the familiar civilized place, Aja said neither humbly nor arrogantly. Of course, in his heart, he was secretly complaining about the country bumpkin and the existence worse than a barbarian.
"The person did not come back, of course I know it failed. Why? That's what I want to know. "
"Your Majesty's fourteenth son interfered." Aja said without hiding anything.
The Emperor and the ministers who heard this were all stunned and their movements froze. Some people even looked around worriedly, wanting to confirm if a certain prince was really not present. There were also some people who looked at the Emperor and Grand Duke Li Sa with resentful gazes. They might have already known about it, but they were equally surprised.
The people who knew the first-hand information were the Emperor's guards and the eldest son of the Grand Duke. Even though the Imperium did not regard the intelligence delivered by the forum as a trustworthy source in terms of official government affairs and military affairs, how could those insiders not inform their families or direct officers through the forum in advance in private?
The emperor, who pretended to be hearing the news for the first time, put down his document and quill, sat upright, and looked at the young people kneeling in a row. "Tell me what you saw. Be more detailed and don't leave out anything. " Although Emperor Armin already knew the general situation, he still had to wait for the people to return for the details. It would be better to ask them directly. There were still limitations to the written reports.
The eldest son of Grand Duke Liza, Aja, was definitely not an ignorant and incompetent playboy. He spoke with a clear mind, but when he talked about a certain prince, he only called him 'Your Highness' and didn't say it explicitly.
Although Azad, the Devil Prince, was deprived of the right to inherit the throne, his status as a prince was not taken away. Even if he was demoted to a commoner and lost his title, he was still the Emperor's son. Although they did not know if the Emperor would accuse them of despising the royal family if they did not respect the Emperor, no one wanted to try.
Aja's statement did not contain much exaggeration. He only emphasized the rudeness of the sorcerer and the unreasonable behavior of the prince. No one doubted whether Aja had mistaken the prince, and no one dared to ask for confirmation.
In fact, when Aja was the son of the Grand Duke Li Sa, he said that he tore up the edict and swallowed it. Most people could not help but applaud. Even the Emperor was pleased. He praised, "You are indeed the eldest son of the Li Sa family. Brave and courageous, you will be the pillar of the empire's future."
Everyone had the same thought. As long as they could keep the prince away from the palace, it would be a great contribution! No one even mentioned the recruitment of the sorcerer again. Especially when they heard that the magician actually had the strength to fight against that person, everyone asked in disbelief, "Is this true?" "Someone can fight against that person?" "How much strength do you think they have?" "How much strength do you think they have?"
Everyone was concerned about this. They even allowed the kneeling Praetorian Knights to speak. Otherwise, they would not have the right to speak on such an occasion. However, in order to verify the sorcerer's ability and the prince's performance, no one cared about the rules.
In the short fight between the two, no matter if it was the palace knights accompanying them or Aja, who was the messenger, they could not see that the sorcerer was going to lose. Compared to one side suppressing the other, in the eyes of the palace guards, it was more like neither side could do anything to the other.
"So, regardless of the actual strength of the two, if a sorcerer of the same level as the prince was recruited to the palace as an advisor, would it be a good thing?" When Farshed, the eldest son of the Grand Duke, asked such a question, the Emperor and his ministers were silent.
As if to break the ice, Emperor Armin asked, "Jon, tell me what the situation was like when Tibernieve was destroyed."
Jon, the deputy commander of the palace guards, who had the blood of giants, was trusted by the Emperor. He also had considerable strength. If he were to be judged by the adventurers among the common people, he would be called a great swordsman. If he had been to enough places and gained enough recognition, it would not be surprising for him to be called a "sword saint." His strength could be seen from the fact that he was able to keep his life under the hands of his troublesome son.
Even so, he could not stop his son from doing whatever he wanted. Armin believed that this deputy commander of the palace guards would not deliberately allow others to destroy the Emperor's armor. And with the legendary weapon Insadu, the leader of the Cassette Cutting clan, it should not be difficult for him to destroy that armor.
But if the saboteur was that mage, and he had destroyed it so thoroughly, the nature of the matter was completely different. Those who had seen it all thought that the armor was useless, and that it would be easier to reforge it than to repair it.
When Jon, who had the strength of a great swordsman, described the battle between the two, as well as the way the mage destroyed the Emperor's armor, of course, he would not just talk about the situation that happened. He would also add his own understanding of the battle. But to sum it up in a thousand words, it was a battle between two inhuman beings.
The defense of the Emperor's armor, Tibernieve, was neither triggered nor an active skill. It was a constant magic effect, coupled with the hardness of the material itself, and the impact resistance design of the armor. It could be said that in addition to not being afraid of piercing damage, it was also not afraid of the common nemesis of full armor, the heavy impact damage.
But such an exquisite magic artifact, such a powerful armor, was cut into small pieces by that mage in only an instant. Combined with the rumor that the mage had once destroyed half a brigade in one strike, perhaps the other party should not be regarded as a mage. He was at least as strong as a great mage, or even a warlock saint.
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Emperor Armin asked, "In your opinion, is it possible to recruit him?" He was no longer considering the question of how to "defeat" the mage.
And the brawny man in front of him was not someone who only had muscles and no brains. After thinking carefully for a moment, he shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, that is not a mage who is willing to submit to others."
As everyone knew, the extraordinary experts that national units could recruit and cultivate were mainly warriors. The top talents of the magic system rarely joined the national system and swore allegiance to it. Except for the mages who claimed to be the protectors of civilization, who were more imaginative than the simple-minded warriors, it was impossible for the country to recruit and support a mage at all costs.
To improve the strength of the top warriors, they needed rare materials to make weapons and equipment, or to concoct powerful physique potions, and the only thing left was practice. Although the cost was enormous, it was not comparable to the bottomless pit of mages. The research of mages was burning money, and most importantly, it was not necessarily fruitful. Therefore, the investment and benefits of the two were disproportionate.
Therefore, no matter which country's top strength, the proportion of battle tactics was mostly biased towards the former.
"Also, Your Majesty, as your guardian, Jon is willing to use his body as your shield. But no one is safe in that mage's field of vision. Are you really willing to let yourself appear where he can see you? "
The honest giant bloodline allowed Jon to say a truth that many people understood in their hearts but were unwilling to admit. Everyone in the Republican Hall stubbornly believed that power allowed them to do whatever they wanted, and then the mage or anyone else would be timid if they wanted to do anything. Most of the time, this was indeed the case, but there were always some exceptions in the land of mystery.
The emperor waved his hand and focused his gaze and attention back on the document on the table. "Forget it, that's the end of the matter about that mage. Don't mention it again in the future. You guys can go down. Don't pursue other matters. "
From the emperor's point of view, if the opponent's strength was high enough, he should not be able to incorporate or cooperate, nor should he stand on the opposite side.
Under such a premise, it was meaningless to punish the group of people in front of him. On the contrary, because they had found out the mage's strength, it might not be the whole picture, but it was enough for them to pay attention and reevaluate this person. In this way, the group of people in front of him had done a good deed.
And it was obvious that the Emperor's armor, Tibernive, was not enough to be relied on to fight against him, and this matter was particularly important. Otherwise, one day he would be brain-dead and think that he could cause trouble for that mage by wearing that armor. In the end, the pile of debris on the ground in front of him would be mixed with his own flesh and blood.
Not to mention, if he continued to provoke that mage, it was very likely that he would get a buy one get one free, and his troublesome son would run back. Thinking of this, the emperor felt his right tooth nest ache again. Since the last time he was beaten out of his tooth by that unfilial son, although he had used magic to restore it, he still had a toothache when he thought about it. So it was good to drive them away and not care about anything else.
The hearts of the people who had been pardoned were finally relieved. They replied in unison, "Yes, Your Majesty." Then they got up and retreated, walking out of the Republican Hall in single file.
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