He smiled gracefully and declined the nobleman's offer.

"No need, my carriage will be there soon."

The nobleman could only sigh in relief:

"All right."

"Goodbye, Mr. Leopold."

"goodbye."

Leopold's face still wore that calm smile.

One by one, the servants raised the reins, and the nobles left the palace gates one after another.

The carriages departed one after another, the sounds of wheels and hooves fading into the distance.

Leopold looked in the direction they had gone, raised his head, and gazed at the golden, dazzling sun.

His golden eyes shone brightly in the light, as if a golden river flowed deep within them.

Its shimmering golden eyes seemed capable of swallowing up the entire sun's light.

Mysterious and noble.

Soon, the sound of new hooves rang out again.

The arrangement is well-organized and rhythmic.

Immediately afterwards, a carriage engraved with gold patterns appeared around the corner.

He squinted, examining the insignia on the carriage.

Cassidra Chamber of Commerce.

The carriage slowly came to a stop outside the palace courtyard.

The driver stopped the horses, dismounted, and opened the carriage door.

Zola stepped down from the carriage.

She has come to visit Emperor Oberly today.

As soon as Zola landed on the ground, he looked up and saw Riboot standing there, staring up at the sun.

Zola paused slightly when she saw him, then hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Leopold sensed the gaze, turned around, and saw Zola.

Then he smiled slightly at Zola:

"Today's visit is ill-timed; His Majesty has a very important guest to receive."

"let's go."

Zola nodded and watched Leopold get into her family's carriage.

She followed closely behind and got into the carriage.

The two sat facing each other in the carriage, Leopold's gaze passing through the window as he looked at the scenery outside.

Zola looked at him with a hint of respect and spoke demurely:

"Father."

You seem to be in a good mood.

Hearing Zola's words, Riboot slowly turned his head:

"Honestly, he's really extraordinary."

"Although I didn't see him today, I'm already looking forward to seeing what he does next."

A shimmering golden light could be seen in his pupils.

It was as if a pool of shimmering golden liquid was hidden in the depths of his eyes, revealing a complex emotion of both admiration and anticipation:

"Elves, nature."

"It seems he must have discovered something as well."

Zola sat in his seat without saying a word.

Lipoulter leaned back on the sofa in the carriage and closed his bright, piercing eyes.

As if casually bringing it up, he asked Zola in a nonchalant tone:

"Have you reached an agreement with the Clavner family?"

"Yes, Father."

Zola nodded in response.

"Then let's continue doing business with them."

Lipoultry's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile:

"Let's go, it's time to go see my old friend Revy."

The carriage slowly rolled along the bluestone streets, heading towards the bustling city gates of the capital.

...

In the room bathed in golden light, a warm flame burned in the fireplace, dancing merrily among the stones.

The room was filled with luxurious chairs inlaid with jewels, and in front of the chairs was a glittering gold coffee table.

The servant stood by the coffee table and poured tea for the three people who were seated in the chairs.

Lia sat upright on the sofa, with Kokot and Vinya sitting on either side of her.

After pouring the tea, the maid bowed slightly respectfully.

"Please wait a moment, everyone. His Majesty will be here shortly."

Then, the maid turned and left, gently closing the door behind her.

Seeing the strangers leave, Cocot's palms immediately started sweating with nervousness.

I didn't feel anything when I was in the palace just now.

But when it came time to get down to business, she started to panic.

Where is Viktor? That wretched Viktor, why isn't he here yet?

Lia turned to look at Kokot, who was sitting up in a nervous daze, and sighed.

The room was so quiet that even Coco's breathing could be heard clearly.

Soon, the door opened again.

An elderly man dressed in an extremely luxurious silk velvet robe entered the room, his demeanor calm and composed.

He walked slowly into the room with steady but unsteady steps, relying on an ornate cane inlaid with red gemstones.

Although he was dressed in fine clothes, his hunched figure made the three of them recognize him at a glance.

It was Emperor Auberley.

The one supporting him was Princess Aurelian.

The princess wore a silver-gray dress, the fabric of which was adorned with tiny silver stars.

The slender dress accentuated Aurelian's beautiful figure, while the sheer tulle draped over her shoulders added to her allure.

She stretched out her arm, supporting Aubrey's other arm that wasn't using a cane, and came to the three of them.

The crimson firelight illuminated the two figures, casting long, swaying shadows on the room's walls.

Just as Lia and the others were about to get up, the emperor waved his hand and said:

"No need, there are no outsiders here."

He then took the initiative and sat down in the chair in a friendly manner.

His cloudy eyes scanned the group, his gaze lingering on Liya for a long time, a hint of seriousness in them:

Let's get to the point.

"Now, my days are numbered."