Chapter 567
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Many people wouldn't be able to understand the Mage Country's political system. It couldn't be compared to the other countries in the continent at all.
The other countries were either dictatorships or democracies. Every country fought fiercely for power. The higher up the hierarchy, the more intense the competition. Isn't that right? Harmony among the strings and bananas? Yes.
Those in high positions could obtain everything. This made political struggles cruel and bloody.
But in the Mage Country, politics and high positions weren't that important. For true archmages, boring politics and meetings were nothing more than garbage that would waste their lives. And even if they held high positions, their influence on the resources and talents they needed for research would be limited. They pursued power.
The Mage Country was always under the control of archmages. Mages pursued knowledge and power. While high positions could bring them some convenience, it couldn't compare to the amount of time they wasted.
The basic social organization of the Mage Country was the magical societies. The true leaders were the leaders of those societies. The entire upper class of the country was made up of archmages who had their own cliques. It was basically impossible for a normal country to have a pyramid structure. The Mage Country was more like a chaotic, chaotic society.
An archmage's words would only be effective in their own cliques. They would still have to rely on their own reputation and reputation.
In such a situation, the most suitable system for the Mage Country would be the parliament system.
Every top-level society would send out people to form a parliament that would represent the society's interests. The parliament would then authorize a government to govern the Mage Country.
Yep, that's right. The Mage Country did indeed have a government. It was just that most people didn't take it seriously. The ones truly in charge were the Mage Guilds, which were subordinate to the government. Not only did the Mage Guilds have administrative and administrative power, they also had diplomatic and military power. The so-called Mage Country government was nothing more than an empty shell to most people.
In that case, the ones who truly had power in the Mage Country would naturally be the leaders of the Truth Symposium. Unlike the higher-ups of other countries, the Truth Symposium's archmages were all incredibly skilled at fighting. They were all unconventional existences.
"Vinaxia is your older sister? Why haven't I heard of her before? You have a relative here? Why haven't I heard you mention her before? "
Rorschach was rather happy to receive an invitation from the Truth Symposium. Meanwhile, Isabella's expression became even stranger.
"… She's not my real sister, but she's even more troublesome than a real sister."
Vinathy Di Kesha was one of the younger members of the Truth Symposium. She was a Demigod Archmage, and it was said that she was a Necromancer and Alchemist. She was very powerful.
"If you're one of us, then it's easy. To think that I was so nervous …"
Rorschach said with a smile. When he received this invitation, he had prepared for it for a long time. Now it seemed that he had thought too much.
"… Isabella. Since she's an acquaintance, what hobbies does she have … Isabella?"
Rorschach turned around but saw no one. Isabella had already slipped away.
"It can't be, right? Scared away just like that …"
Rorschach was also a little scared. The fearless Isabella was actually scared away by a name.
But at this time, I had no other choice. If I wanted to continue staying in the Mage Country, it would be incredibly foolish of me to refuse an invitation from a Truth Symposium member.
Soon, Rorschach met Isabella's "sister".
"… You're very nice."
She had blood-red eyes, slender white hair that reached her shoulders, snow-white skin without a single hint of blood, and a face that was as cold as ice. If it weren't for the fact that Rorschach was a nature mage and could sense that this physical body was still alive, he would have mistaken her for an undead at first glance.
If you only looked at her appearance, she definitely wasn't blood-related to Isabella. However, Rorschach's instincts told him that she really did have many similarities with Isabella.
She was a beauty, but the more I looked at her, the more I felt like she was a living corpse. This was probably because I couldn't sense any signs of life from her at all.
The moment she saw Rorschach, she silently looked at him for quite a while. Only after a long while did she manage to eerily say, "You're very nice."
Rorschach could only smile since she didn't seem like she wanted to continue explaining.
With her attitude, there was no need to talk nonsense. Let's just talk about things as they were.
"What business do you have with me?"
Rorschach directly asked. He was indeed not good at pleasantries.
Meanwhile, the archmage simply tapped on the table in the guest room, causing a stack of documents to appear.
Rorschach only flipped through the documents, and his eyebrows and mouth involuntarily arced upwards. This was a huge business deal.
This batch of documents was for the Xiluo Undead Empire to send out a batch of high-level undead to try using the Heart of Honesty in the Land of Dreams in an attempt to recover some of their living traits.
"As expected, the undead were the first to discover the importance of the Heart of Honesty."
Right now, it wasn't a good time to cultivate the Heart of Honesty. Rorschach offered an astronomical price for the Heart of Honesty. Yet, Rorschach had placed an order for five hundred Heart of Honesty.
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