Lord Bohmeyer sat there quietly, trying to pretend that he was a decoration in the room. The ruler of the empire sat opposite him with a calm smile on his face. Bohmeyer heard the voice of the ruler. "Is the name he gave himself, or is it the name you gave him?
"Apart from the powerful psionic power and the memory fragments, what other inhuman characteristics does he have?
"Have you ever met him?"
Lord Bohmeyer licked his slightly dry lips and answered Rosetta Augustus' question honestly. But he could not give an accurate answer. As a believer who was tempted by knowledge, he did not have a high status among the Eternal Sleepers. In that strict and mysterious cult, a secular identity could not fully translate into a position in the cult. In other words, the benefits that a mere "lord" could bring were not enough for him to climb to the middle level of the Eternal Sleepers. And a believer like him only knew a little about the "extraterrestrial wanderers" that was publicly known.
In fact, it was not until the evacuation order was issued that he knew that the wanderers had infiltrated the mental network.
After Lord Bohmeyer poured out all the information in his stomach, Rosetta Augustus nodded slightly. "Good, Lord Bohmeyer, you have made the right choice."
Bohmeyer hurriedly lowered his head. "Yes … Yes, Your Majesty."
"But I am still curious. Why did you come to tell on me?" Rosetta looked at Bohmeyer and asked casually. "You obviously know the risks, and even if you do not consider the punishment of the traitors, you, a noble of Typhon, have fallen into the dark cult. This is a great sin in itself. But you came to me and confessed all this. Why is that?"
Lord Bohmeyer looked up and struggled to meet Rosetta Augustus' calm gaze. He opened his mouth a few times before he finally had the courage to organize his words. "Your Majesty, I joined the Eternal Sleeper for the secret knowledge, but I have never thought of betraying you. I know what I am saying now is not convincing, but if I have to choose between an indescribable demon and the empire, I still hope that I can die on the side of Typhon …"
As Lord Bohmeyer spoke, he could not help but feel bitter. Many years ago, when he first came into contact with the mysterious knowledge of the Eternal Sleeper and mastered the powerful psychic power, he never thought that he would fall so deep into the darkness. The Eternal Sleeper was not the only secret cult in the world. There were too many clandestine supernatural groups that preached their strange and eerie doctrines, announcing their dealings with the indescribable power. But most of them were just scams to lure the ignorant. He thought that the Eternal Sleeper was just one of them, and he thought that he was smart enough to get the knowledge and power he wanted from the dark cult without falling into their fanatical and dark 'horror myth'. But who knew …
Who knew that they were serious, and the indescribable power came to him in the blink of an eye!
Windsor Mappel looked at Lord Bohmeyer with a trace of pity. She shook her head and said, "Too many people have the same idea as you, Mr. Bohmeyer. These people believe too much in their luck and 'caution'. They think that as long as they are careful, knowledge and power will be at their fingertips. But almost all of them have paid a high price for this."
Thinking of those believers who tried to snitch on him and died, Lord Bohmeyer could not help but shudder. "I now deeply understand all of this."
"Bohmeyer, I will judge everything you have done fairly, including the crimes you committed after joining the dark cult, and also the merits you have made now," Rosetta Augustus said. "But before that, I still need you to do a lot of things. This may make up for your mistakes.
"As for now, you can go to the next room to rest. Don't worry, Windsor Mappel can guarantee your safety. As long as you stay in Obsidian Palace, you don't have to worry about your life."
Lord Bohmeyer stood up excitedly and bowed. "Thank you very much for your kindness, Your Majesty."
After this noble left the reception room, only Rosetta and Windsor Mabel were left in the room. That black-haired, black-dressed head maid of the royal family had left at some point in time.
"Your Majesty," Windsor Mappel looked at Rosetta. "I have sent a message to the great mages on duty of the Royal Association of Mages, ordering them to immediately send the information to all communication towers, so that the association's strongholds can begin searching for the believers of the Eternal Rest."
"Very good. Also, contact the district magistrate of Aulandale and have him investigate immediately. "Rosetta nodded." Also, Bohmeyer does not have much information, and the Eternal Rest should have begun to evacuate by now. Those strongholds are mostly empty, so the key to the search is to intercept the believers who are evacuating … "
"Their destination is Cecil," Windsor Mappel said. "The people of Cecil must be ready to receive them, and … I'm afraid some of them have already crossed the border."
"Issue a warning to the nearest communication tower at the border. Have them intercept and inspect all people and vehicles entering Cecil's territory, especially the newest few railway lines. Also, remind them that they must have a powerful mage overseeing the inspection. The followers of Eternal Rest have supernatural powers in the realm of the mind. Sentries made up of ordinary people can be easily deceived and broken through …
Rosetta pondered as he spoke. After arranging a series of interception and inspection at the border, he was silent for a moment.
"Also, we need to draft a recruitment notice …"
Windsor Mappel subconsciously raised her eyebrows. "A recruitment notice?"
Rosetta nodded. "For the Eternal Rest who are willing to return to normal society and take the initiative to pledge their loyalty to the Empire, the Augustus family will pardon their past crimes. As long as they are willing to abide by the order and no longer cause harm, the Royal Association of Mages and the Imperial Association of Craftsmen will consider accepting them."
"Your Majesty," Windsor Mappel could not help but ask. "Are you really going to pardon the Eternal Rest so easily? To pardon a dark cult on such a large scale and accept them into the Association of Mages and Craftsmen … I'm afraid … "
"They are evacuating to the west, and the Cecil Empire has chosen to accept them. Why do you think this is?" Rosetta interrupted. "Madam Mappel, why do you think Gwen Cecil needs the Eternal Rest?"
Windsor Mappel was just instinctively confused and conflicted by Rosetta's shocking order. Now that she was reminded, she suddenly showed a thoughtful look, and a clue gradually formed in her mind. "… Gwen Cecil is a ruler, at least for now. He will not accept the Eternal Rest simply because they are his' dependents', unless it is beneficial to his rule …"
"Mental network … Incredible technology, isn't it?" Rosetta said faintly. "Do you still remember the rune combinations we found in the 'magic network terminal'?"
Windsor Mappel's brows furrowed little by little.
"The Eternal Rest are not just a dark cult. They also have advanced technology. Perhaps from the beginning, Gwen Cecil saw this point and contacted them," Rosetta said. "But the most regrettable thing is that those Eternal Rest were right under my nose, but I was one step behind him. It was my slow thinking and rigid vision that made us miss this treasure. Fortunately, we now have a chance to remedy it.
"Madam Mappel, find a way to find a more effective way to block the mental network, find a way to completely remove the imprint in the brain of the Eternal Rest, and then announce that the Empire can save those who have accidentally gone astray. They are only bewitched by the dark cult and controlled by the curse. We can help them remove the curse. This way, we can minimize the resistance to the dark cult and attract many Eternal Rest who are unwilling to go to Cecil.
"Believe me, there are definitely many such people. Lord Bohmeyer is a typical example. Most of the Eternal Rest are from Typhon. The reason why they fled to Cecil, other than the orders and deterrence of the 'extraterritorial wanderers', is that their identity as the dark cult will make them unable to establish a foothold in Typhon. Now, we can give them a foothold and help them get rid of the threat of the extraterritorial wanderers. Many of them will be willing to stay. "
Windsor opened her mouth, and there was still some doubt in her eyes. But before she spoke, Rosetta continued. "Madam Mappel, knowledge itself is not sinful. Or, even if some people think that some knowledge has' original sin ', for the benefit of the Empire, we must master it. Because Cecil is right next to us, and the ruler of Cecil … is already ahead of us in many fields.
"Some things, if we don't fight for it, others will occupy it. In this regard, Cecil will not give in to us."
Windsor nodded slowly. She was convinced.
"Your Majesty, I'm a little worried," she said. "If we release the news, the upper echelons of the Eternal Sleep Congregation may take a very violent response. They are obviously loyal to the extraterritorial wanderers. For the benefit of their master, will they simply kill all the 'traitors' who do not follow the order and join us? As a dark cult … they can do such a thing. "
"But they can't." Rosetta shook his head. "If they can still maintain the mental monitoring of every believer, Lord Bohmeyer will not be able to reach Obsidian Palace. According to Bohmeyer's intelligence, this dark cult has also suffered a serious blow in this incident. The 'mental network' is obviously in a bad state at the moment. That's why there are so many informers who have successfully contacted outsiders. We just need to seize this gap and 'separate' as many believers as possible who are willing to be loyal to the Empire from their network before the Eternal Sleep rebuilds their mental network. Our goal will be achieved. "
"I understand, Your Majesty. I'll arrange this as soon as I get back. With Lord Bohmeyer as a reference, and our successful 'interruption' here today, I believe I can find a more thorough solution to the curse. Even if I can't find it now, I will lead the high-ranking sorcerers to try to keep as many of the Eternal Sleepers as possible. "
Rosetta nodded slightly and added. "In addition, we can't passively wait for those who join us. Many believers may miss the opportunity out of fear and doubt. This is why I asked Lord Bohmeyer to stay. According to the list provided by Lord Bohmeyer, arrange for the sorcerers to take the initiative to contact and control those believers who have not had time to escape. Then spread this out and control as many of the Oldenheim believers as possible. "
"Yes, Your Majesty."
After all the arrangements were made, Rosetta let out a long sigh. He then stood up and slowly walked to the crystal glass window.
The window was facing the inner courtyard of Obsidian Palace. A few lights just right dispelled the gloom in the courtyard. The magic barrier that shrouded the entire courtyard made it as warm as spring. There were lush plants growing freely in the courtyard.
They had been flourishing for the entire winter. Now that spring had arrived, the barrier was about to close, and the flowers and plants in the courtyard would seamlessly welcome the next season. This was naturally the case for the confrontation of the power of wisdom.
Rosetta knew that the sorcerers of the Imperial Craftsmen's Association were researching ways to reduce the cost of such magic barriers. A few insightful scholars believed that this could help increase the production of food and maintain more fruits and vegetables in the cold winter. This research had been going on for years.
Once successful, its effect may not be inferior to the widely used 'Dust of Fertility' technology.
And not far away in Cecil, there must be smart people paying attention to similar fields and conducting similar research.
They started many years later than Typhon, but they made rapid progress in many fields.
Because the ruler of Cecil — no matter what was inside his body, whether it was an 'extraterrestrial wanderer' or some kind of holy spirit — had been sparing no effort to gather talents. Even now, the talents of Typhon had begun to flow towards Cecil.
A sense of urgency hammered at Rosetta's heart, but it made him reveal a smile.
This feeling of being "alive" was truly delightful.
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