The inner hall of the conference hall was naturally different from the outer hall. The boiling earth dragon made the room very warm, and at this time, several marshals were debating about the next plan.
At this time, the Lake Fairy suddenly grabbed Suria's hand. The Goddess and the Knight King were very intimate, talking and laughing. They simply changed seats and let Laing sit in the main seat. They sat behind Laing, happily and carefully talking about something. They even pointed at Laing. The Lake Fairy was very proud. The Goddess stretched out her white jade finger and pointed at Laing's back. Suria was a little angry and shy. She just listened to the Goddess talk, nodding most of the time, and sometimes shaking her head.
Laing suddenly felt like there was a knife at his back.
It felt like two empresses were listening to politics from behind the curtains.
Outside the door, the President of the Sorceress Assembly, Veronica, was leaning lazily on the chair and yawning. It was the middle of winter, and the environment was not friendly. She was very lazy and had no intention to participate in the debate between the marshals. Veronica was very clear that all her power and status now came from Laing. After the knot in her heart was untied, she was more and more unwilling to participate in the internal affairs of the country. Why not talk to Laing in private?
Veronica was wearing a fiery red fox-fur coat and a long waist-length windbreaker. Inside was a silver-gray snow white button-up Brittany that covered her hips and knees. She was wearing a pair of flesh-colored ultra-thin Lycra Star Aurora pantyhose and a pair of fiery red butterfly suede heels. Veronica glanced at Morgiana, who was talking to her.
"President, Madam Teresa is going. Should we go too?" Of course, Veronica could sit still, but it did not mean that the witches under her command could sit still. Standing behind her, her direct disciple Melissa, who was her assistant, looked eager to go.
Ha! The little bitch can't sit still. Veronica sneered in her heart, but the president still decided to remind her direct disciple. "What do you want to do? She is His Majesty's female courtier and the head of MI7. What about you? Do you also want to be His Majesty's female courtier? "
"This disciple doesn't dare." Melissa's face instantly turned pale from fright, she wanted to kneel down and admit her mistake.
"What kind of place is this? How can you be so courteous?" "Just stand there. Don't get involved in things that have nothing to do with you. Otherwise, I won't be able to protect you," Veronica said in a neutral tone.
"Yes." Melissa's expression was ugly, and the direct disciple could only lower his head unwillingly.
Speaker, you're burning the bridge after crossing the river!
On the other hand, Morgiana agreed to Aurora's request to let Teresa in. The Lake Goddess Witch motioned for Teresa to follow her in, but after a few steps, Morgiana found that Teresa had stopped in her tracks. Morgiana wondered, "What's wrong? Teresa, don't you have something to tell His Majesty? "
"I … I …" Teresa only felt wronged. The sorceress glared at her mother angrily, but Aurora did not look at her at all.
However, Aurora did not even look at her. The face of the Sanctuary witch was slightly flushed. Apparently, she was a little embarrassed about selling her daughter, but she had gotten used to it after so many times. At this time, she was talking to Sylvia in front of her. As the head maid of the palace, Sylvia still had considerable power.
"Come here." Morgiana did not think too much. The Lake Goddess Witch only thought that Laing and the lady had been working hard since the morning. It was almost noon, and they should hurry up and eat something.
"Okay." Teresa frantically thought about what she should say.
Outside the door of the inner hall, Morgiana motioned for Teresa to stand there for a while. The Lake Goddess Witch carried a few boxes of food and brought the two Lake Goddess Prophets in. She placed the exquisite pastries and various fresh fruits that she had personally made on the table.
The discussion in the inner hall became louder and louder.
The First Marshal Berchemund was very agitated. The old duke slammed the table and said, "Damned people of Marlin Castle, damned merchants of Marlin Castle. If it were up to me, we should just send out our troops and flatten the entire Marlin Castle. Let those merchants know how to suffer. How can they still hoard and sell food at a time like this?"
"You can't say that. Marlin Castle is the territory of the Empire. If we rashly interfere, it will be the same as declaring war on the Empire." Francois stroked his long beard. In fact, his father-in-law did not want to continue the war. In the past few years, his father-in-law had promoted the most freedmen and knights from the common people. The reason was very simple. He had not finished digesting the dividends of the Great Expedition of the Eight Peaks, and the huge gains one after another had made his father-in-law lose the motivation to continue the war. "We should contact the Empire first."
"But the prerequisite is that the Empire is willing to cooperate with us." Duke Bodrick was not happy. He said in a low voice, "Also, Your Majesty, I propose another round of plowing and sweeping. We'll go straight for Norsk, just like a few years ago. That wanderer Ulfric is always against us, so we'll flatten his Ice Dragon Fjord first! We'll make him a true wanderer! "
"That's right. I agree too. Plowing and raiding. These barbarians never learn from their mistakes," said Bertrand.
"I want to participate too. This time, I want to make the barbarians suffer. Although we won't be able to kill them all, at least we'll let them know how powerful we are." Davu was also not convinced.
These marshals had won so much that they were going crazy with Clayon's help.
"Alright, war requires careful planning and ample preparation," said Karad. He crossed his arms and shook his head. "The barbarians are getting stronger and stronger because of the Wind of Chaos. You must have felt it during the Battle of Obien. The quality of our army should have been able to suppress these barbarians in the south."
"The kingdom's army has suffered losses. We still need to rest and reorganize." Rokossovsky also agreed with Karad. "Your Majesty, the whole old world is now in turmoil and war. It's not appropriate to send troops on a large scale."
Teresa noticed that Laing, the Lake Fairy, and Suria did not speak. They were just listening to the argument. Teresa looked at Sun King sitting on the main seat with his body turned sideways. She could not help but admire and love him. But she was also a little sad. She had now become his personal belonging. She was no longer the sorceress who had suppressed him.
Huh? What happened to Laing's beard? Did he shave it again? Teresa suddenly noticed that Laing's beard had been shaved clean after returning from an expedition. There was not even a bit of stubble left.
It was strange. Except for Laing, all the men in the inner hall had beards. Only Laing would shave his beard every once in a while. And it would be very clean. Not even stubble was left.
Why did he … Teresa was still muttering in her heart. The sorceress could not figure it out.
She also found a pattern. After the Lake Fairy appeared, Laing's beard would be gone the next day.
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone. Have some pastries." Morgiana came in with a box of food. The Lake Fairy witch placed the pastries and fruits on the table. Then she whispered in Laing's ear, "Teresa has something important to report."
Only then did Laing shift his attention from the argument to the outside.
She saw her Sorceress standing at the entrance of the inner hall. She was tall and slender, standing at the entrance. Her cold and elegant face was filled with hesitation and grievance. Her light makeup and purple eyeshadow made her look like a lavender flower blooming outside the hall. Today, Theresa was wearing almost exactly the same as Aurora. On the outside, she was wearing a peacock plume dark Gothic aristocratic mink long windbreaker. On the inside, she was wearing a white brocade palace thread sweater. The only difference between her and Aurora was that Aurora was wearing a fishtail skirt, while Theresa obviously preferred to wear trousers. A pair of black wide-legged pencil trousers made her look more astute and capable, full of heroic spirit. She had the image of a generous white-collar beauty.
Knight King narrowed his eyes slightly. He carefully observed the exposed ankle of his sorceress' pencil trousers. Teresa's exquisite jade feet glowed with a faint luster. The slightly curved arch of her feet was wrapped in ultra-thin flesh-colored Lycra Star Aurora stockings. Her small feet were small and delicate in a pair of black pointed high heels with red soles.
It seemed that Olica's brainwashing and hypnosis over the past few years had been quite effective. Ryan crooked his finger and motioned for Theresa to come in. "Come on, give her a seat. Put her next to me."
Teresa was really weak in that aspect. Generally, she would start to roll her eyes and only have the strength to breathe after 15 to 20 minutes. So, she had to either passively or actively drag others along.
Unlike when she was with the Lake Fairy and the Lake Fairy, it was simply a war!
"Yes." Olica glanced at Teresa disdainfully and could only whisper yes. The servant brought a stool and put it next to Laing. Laing watched Teresa sit down. When he was about to listen to what she had to say, he found that the sorceress looked embarrassed, which made him feel very strange. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, Your Majesty, is there a banquet at noon?" Teresa felt wronged. She sat down and whispered.
As soon as she said this, the Lake Fairy and Suria, who were sitting behind Laing, both glanced at Teresa. The conversation between the Lake Fairy and Knight King stopped. Suria was still gentle and virtuous. Knight King put his hands on his knees demurely and said, "Of course there will be a banquet. Teresa, you know Laing. You don't have to ask at this time, do you?"
"You can't wait for Laing's reward so much?" The Lake Fairy couldn't help but laugh. The Goddess simply said, "Morgiana, go and arrange for everyone in the inner and outer halls to stay for lunch and dinner today. This is what Teresa wants. Without her help, you won't have a chance to taste Morgiana's cooking!"
Morgiana, who had just sat down, raised her eyebrows. The Lake Fairy snorted and stood up to leave.
Olica looked at Teresa with extreme contempt and suspicion.
The marshals all whispered. What was this woman trying to do?
Teresa felt wronged. She couldn't be bullied like this. The sorceress' eyes turned red and she lowered her head.
"Hehehe! Isn't it easy to ask for a meal?" Laing couldn't help but laugh to break the awkwardness. He stood up and protected Teresa behind him. Knight King looked outside. As expected, seeing that his daughter had been given a seat and had received a personal reply from the Sun King, Aurora had a 'complete victory' expression on her face. She was in high spirits as she showed off everywhere. "Did your mother ask you to come?"
"Yes …" Teresa thought that Laing knew everything.
She was selling her daughter again. This Aurora was really addicted to selling her daughter.
"Alright, everyone." After thinking about it, Laing said to everyone, "It's noon. I'll get someone to arrange a banquet. After lunch, take a break. We'll continue to discuss what we should do next in the afternoon."
"Yes!" Everyone nodded.
"Teresa, I'll arrange something for you. Send someone to encrypt the name list of the Primal Chaos Sect and send a copy to Countess Metternich in the Empire's Marienburg Embassy," Laing said.
Teresa nodded in a low voice.
"Also, come over and be my personal secretary during this time." Laing smiled. "Just like before."
"Yes …" Teresa pursed her lips and lowered her head.
The sorceress couldn't tell if she was afraid or expectant, but she found that she couldn't refuse any of Laing's requests. Laing's words were so right, so intoxicating, so captivating. She couldn't think at all and could only agree immediately.
"Ask Aurora to come over." Laing then ordered. Knight King smiled meaningfully. "I have a task to ask her."
… I'm a personal secretary …
Marienburg, in the underground secret room of a high-end building in the inner city.
A few black-robed people were discussing something under the dim light. The one who spoke was Aurora's follower, Hong Fuchu. He was also the leader of Tzeentch's followers, the Colorful Flames Society.
Hong Fuchu held a name list in his hand. If anyone could see it, it was the name list of the Primal Chaos Sect that Knight King Laing had sent to the Empire's ambassador in Marienburg. However, no one knew why it was in the hands of these people.
"Look at this name list. We've been exposed!"
"No, we haven't. Metternich didn't see this name list at all." One of the black-robed people reached out his severely mutated hand, which now had crow feathers and eagle claws. He held the parchment. "The messenger thought he had delivered it, and the embassy thought they had received it. However, our people had successfully swapped it in the embassy. Metternich had received a Brittany rainfall harvest chart this year."
Everyone present heaved a sigh of relief. Only Hong Fuchu shook his head. His squinted eyes blinked, and he reached out to stroke his three slender long whiskers. "We can swap it once, but can we do it a second time or a third time? We'll be exposed sooner or later. "
"This is her handwriting! This is! The fragrance on her body?! " At this time, the black-robed person sitting at the head of the table could not help but tremble. He grabbed the parchment and could not help but press it to the tip of his nose. He frantically sniffed the faint lavender fragrance that lingered on the parchment. "It's her! Yes, I can't be wrong. This is Teresa's handwriting. This is Teresa's fragrance! I'm back. After hundreds of years, I'm back from the subspace! "
Everyone in the room was baffled by the black-robed person's action.
"Unfortunately, I'm too late. Teresa has been taken away by that trash Laing." The black-robed man licked the words on the parchment with his forked tongue until all the words disappeared. He then took off his black robe, revealing a face that had completely mutated. Eyes grew from his forehead to his cheeks. Dozens of eyes rolled at the same time. "But it doesn't matter. Even if I can't get her first time, I can still get her last time."
"The plan to lure that son of a bitch Ryan Macado into Obien and assassinate him in Culona has failed, Demon Lord." Another believer of Chaos said. "Our years of accumulation in Brittany have almost been destroyed."
"The bastard is too powerful. We can't fight him head-on." The eyes on the black-robed person's face kept opening and closing. "Even Birac couldn't defeat the bastard. It's even more impossible for us to do it. But now, the bastard has figured out many of our strongholds and areas of activity. If we don't take action soon, our previous arrangements will all be in vain."
"The Purple Hand, the Red Crown, the Children of Misfortune, and the Association of Entertainers are all ready. They even convinced the Scarlet Skull Order to join in," Hong Fuchu said.
"Very good. Let them start immediately. As for Marlinburg, we must continue to spread all kinds of rumors and slander. We must stir up the conflict between the citizens, merchants, and soldiers. We must also provoke the conflict between the major provinces, especially the conflict between the beliefs of Charlemagne and Yurick." The black-robed person continued. "The merchants love hoarding, buying low and selling high. We should provide them with sufficient assistance."
"Yes!"
"Before the great Lord Echane, the Eternal God's Chosen One, heads south, I, the Demon Prince of the Devil Bird God, the Thousand-Eyed Demon, Banda, will be the first to make the entire world feel pain." The black-robed man stood up.
"Are you ready for my plan? Laing Macado? "
"The competition for Teresa has never stopped!"
So, just like that, following the will of the Demon Bird God, several sophisticated assassination plans were launched at the same time.
The operation code was "Shooting the Sun and Getting Rid of the Insects."
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