It belongs to the Eltaber Province and is located on the shores of Lake Sellanber east of the Sel Mountains. It not only has abundant fresh water resources and convenient river channels, but also has extraordinary political significance.
Whether it is the governor, the nominal highest administrative and military chief of each province, or the red-robed chiefs who stand at the pinnacle of power, they all have a residence of their own here.
Although they certainly would not live in the crisis-ridden capital for a long time, they can use this to express a clear political attitude, that is, no matter how the country pulls each other back, the top level can always maintain a state of fighting without breaking up.
Like many large cities in Sel, the most famous specialty of Eltaber City is slaves. Its huge and prosperous slave market is far beyond the reach of Kalinshan, which has practiced slavery for thousands of years.
If calculated on a per capita basis, each citizen in the city owned an average of three slaves, and the number of slaves was even more than three times the permanent population.
Of course, those who understand will know how much water there is in this “per capita” figure.
The reality is that the lower class residents not only cannot afford to buy slaves, but are also likely to become slaves due to debt problems.
Most slaves are owned by nobles, bureaucrats, and red wizards.
Some red-robed wizards have hundreds of slaves locked in cages for cruel necromancy experiments.
And even if you accidentally die in the experiment, your corpse can be sold to the Undead faction or raised up as a zombie, skeleton, or ghoul servant, without any waste.
This is also why slaves are always in short supply in this country.
In the streets and alleys of Cyre, the most common sight is the red-robed wizards traveling with a large number of slaves, undead and guards following them.
Since the foundation of the founding of Sel was a resistance to the theocratic rule of Mulhorand, the churches of various gods here have to act like a dragon and lie down like a tiger.
Otherwise, the red-robed mages will never tolerate your bad habits and will expel those who should be expelled and eliminate those who should be eliminated.
Especially for a god like Lathander, Lord of the Dawn, who is extremely disgusted with undead creatures, his faith has basically been uprooted long ago.
Not to mention Lathander, even the goddess of magic and the god of mages, who are commonly believed by mages, do not have much influence here.
If one were to find a region in all of Faerûn where faith in the gods is weakest, it would be There, where the red wizards rule.
At least that was the case until Szastan bowed down to Bane, the god of tyranny.
In terms of politics, unlike many people who believe that Cel is a red-robed wizard who directly carries out ruthless and brutal rule, the country has adopted a very interesting separatist political model.
Although the Red Robe Wizard holds the actual highest power, he does not really waste a lot of time and energy on building the country and dealing with various complicated troubles.
Just the opposite!
They delegated power to the governor and his administrative officers, who were then responsible for specific matters such as a region's transportation system, public health, military defense, irrigation and drinking water, and maintaining public order.
The red robe wizards put more energy into studying magic and improving their status in the organization.
The governor was usually an officer who had performed well in war or a wealthy nobleman.
Occasionally there would be a wealthy businessman who had proven his abilities, or a red-robed wizard who wanted to use this position to expand his wealth and influence.
However, once the Red Robe Wizard chooses to serve as Governor, it means that he has voluntarily given up the qualification to continue to be promoted in the original organization or even become the chief.
After all, being a governor requires dealing with a large amount of government affairs every day. How can one have the time to calm down and do magic research and continue to improve his spellcasting level?
In addition, the appointment and replacement of the governor must be nominated by the eight faction leaders and finally voted on.
Therefore, behind every provincial governor, there is often one or even several faction leaders.
They obey the orders of the chief they are loyal to, otherwise they will not be able to keep their positions.
Therefore, strictly speaking, the eleven provinces of Sel are indirectly controlled by the eight red-robed chiefs.
Although the province is nominally an administrative system independent of the Red Robe Mage system, it is more like a semi-independent small kingdom.
Among them, Sazastan, the most powerful chief of the Undead, controls the two richest provinces, while the other seven chiefs each control one.
As a naval base, the province of Alaur adheres to the principle of neutrality and has always been headed by a naval general, and does not get involved in the infighting among the chiefs.
The province of Praiafront, adjacent to Agrallon, is an independent region ruled by the Church of Kosus, the God of Fire.
Although it nominally belongs to Sel and paid taxes to it, it was independent in military and political terms.
To sum up, after the development in the past few hundred years, the current internal situation in Sel can be said to be both complex and simple.
The simplicity lies in the fact that all power is highly concentrated in the eight faction leaders, and their attitudes directly determine the future of the country.
The complexity lies in the fact that the eight chiefs each have their own ulterior motives.
Except for Sazastan, who has clearly expressed his attitude, and Aznar Sruol, who is determined to be his enemy, no one knows what the other six chiefs are thinking in their hearts, and whether they will choose to defect at the critical moment.
At this moment, Demetra Flass, the chief double agent and fence-sitter, is receiving a special visitor in her mansion in El Tabor.
This is a typical female red-robed wizard with all her hair shaved off. One can clearly see the huge magic tattoo from her forehead to the back of her head.
It is not difficult to tell from her delicate facial features and thin lips that her real age is not very old, probably only between 19 and 20 years old. Before she shaved her head, she was definitely a rare beauty.
Even with the current style of painting, there is a kind of beauty that is full of coldness, mystery and darkness.
"Have you visited your mother?"
Demetra Flas was the first to break the silence, raising her head and looking into the other's creepy red eyes.
The reason why it is creepy is that the eyes of this young female red-robed wizard are not red in the pupils or irises, but the whites of her eyeballs are filled with a strange blood red color.
Moreover, this color is not caused by dense blood vessels, but by the high concentration of magical energy.
Generally speaking, there are two reasons for this situation. One is that it is definitely due to the bloodline of creatures from another dimension, and the other is the result of an accident during a magic experiment.
The woman with a pair of strange eyes slightly slightly: "Yes, mentor, I have visited her.
As you might expect, my mother is currently obsessed with Game of Thrones.
He was even foolish enough to try to resolve the conflicts among the chiefs on his own.
She strongly advocated expanding the scale of foreign trade and seizing a larger market and earning more profits by exporting low-level magic items.
Moreover, not long ago, she had just chosen to marry the Supreme Sword of Murmaster in order to expand her network and influence.
Little did she know that in the eyes of many people, even the chief, she had become an eyesore who needed to be removed."
It was not difficult to tell from those almost cold words that the red-robed wizard not only had no affection for his mother, but was full of disgust and contempt.
However, this is obviously not an isolated case among the red robe wizards, but a common phenomenon.
Because like Halrua, the kingdom of mages, Sel also implements compulsory magic education for all citizens, and it is mandatory.
They will test children of appropriate age, and once they pass the test, they will be taken away from their parents and sent to various academies and wizard towers for closed and strict training for up to several years.
During this period, the child is completely isolated from his or her parents.
By the time these children became official mages and were allowed to leave, six or seven years or even more than ten years had passed since they grew up. Forced by the fierce competition environment, they had to become cold and cruel.
They missed the most precious time enjoying the love of their parents, and thus lost their sense of belonging to their family. They may even never return home to visit their parents and siblings for the rest of their lives.
"Haha, time flies, fourteen years have passed in a flash.
I remember clearly that your mother, Demidra Fres, the current governor of Eltabai Province, came to me with you when you were still a little kid and asked me to help her cover up the scandal of having a child out of wedlock.
At that time, Dimidra was still a novice who had just graduated from the academy, and her eyes were full of fear and nervousness.
Because if this matter were to get out, she and her family would become the laughing stock of the aristocratic circle.
As for your playboy father who just wanted to have a taste of the red witch, after learning about this, he immediately set out to escape overnight, fearing that he would be caught and chopped into pieces.
But unfortunately, he ultimately couldn't escape your mother's crazy revenge.
A few years later, this man who couldn't control his lower body was captured by your mother, tortured to death, and eventually transformed into a zombie slave.
I'm curious, what was it like when you and your daughter met for the first time after so many years? "
As he spoke, Demetra Flass raised her head slightly with a playful expression.
Because her motive for choosing to take in this poor little thing was not pure. She wanted to find something to hold against Demidra Fres, and then use it as a threat to make her a puppet at her mercy.
This is a common trick used by many high-ranking red robe mages to secretly control their subordinates.
But what surprised Demetra Flas was that the girl standing in front of him actually showed extraordinary talent in her future studies.
He had just turned twenty and had already reached the 14th spellcasting level, only one level lower than his mother.
It was precisely because of this that the chief gave up his original plan and decided to train this outstanding disciple well and make him his right-hand man.
The young female red-robed wizard responded without a trace of emotion: “I may disappoint you.
My mother didn't have any special reaction, she just told me that the noble surname of Frese could not be given to an illegitimate daughter.
The only thing she could give me was life.
As for other wealth, power and status, I have to work hard to get them.”
Demetra couldn't help laughing when she heard this, and she joked while laughing: "It's something that Demetra is capable of. Didn't she tell her that she was promoted to Tour de France instructor a year ago?"
The young female red-robed wizard nonchalantly asked back: "What's the point of this?"
I never expected her acceptance and recognition, nor did I ever think that she would give me any help.
Everything I have now, everything I have obtained, and what I am pursuing are not what she can understand or imagine.
In Cyre, if you want to gain power, you must possess the corresponding magical power.
But the mother did not realize this at all. She wasted her talent and spent all her time and energy on meaningless struggles for power.
And from the moment she became the governor of the province, she had already lost the qualification to compete for the highest throne of power."
“Well said!
This unremitting self-improvement and rational calmness are exactly why I admire you the most.
Kalaya, I have a very important task for you now.
But before I tell you the mission, I have to ask you, are you worthy of my trust?"
As these words came out of her mouth, Demetra Flas leaned forward slightly, releasing the aura and powerful magical power of the Red Robe Chief.
Kalaya felt that the mentor in front of her was like a mountain pressing down on her, making it hard for her to breathe.
Fortunately, she had experienced many storms in the course of carrying out her missions, and she quickly forced herself to remain calm, placing one hand on her chest and bowing deeply.
"Of course, mentor, you can always trust me."
After getting the promise he wanted, Demetra Flass smiled with satisfaction and nodded slightly: "Very good. Now I will tell you the content of this mission.
First of all, I believe you must have heard that all of Celtic's maritime trade and transportation have been blocked by three huge gunboats and the dragon knights on board.
The main fleet was annihilated in the south, and even the province of Alaur was lost.
According to the discussion results of the Chief Council, we decided to send envoys to negotiate, or to be more precise, to end this by voluntarily surrendering.
The conditions were to permanently give up the formation of a navy, pay a certain percentage of the value of the goods in exchange for the other party's protection, and cede two islands in the province of Alaur. "
"So... my mission is to go to the West Coast Empire as an envoy to negotiate?"
A look of surprise appeared on Kalaya's face.
Because in her opinion, it was incredible that the Chief Council made such a "weak" decision.
After all, since the Red Robe Wizard came to power, he has launched countless rounds of foreign invasion wars.
Although most of the agreements ended in failure due to mutual obstruction, no terms involving the cession of land were ever signed.
The most they can do is withdraw their troops and not fight you for the time being, and wait for the next opportunity to launch a surprise attack.
Still want to sign a defeat treaty that requires ceding territory and paying compensation?
Doesn't exist!
Throughout the history of the region, Sel has always been at war with its neighbors, and the border has always maintained a very tense relationship.
Demetra Flas noticed his disciple's reaction and explained with a smile, “Don't be so surprised.
Because this time we are not facing small countries like Seleman and Agrallon, but the West Coast Empire which is even larger and more powerful than Ser.
Especially as the emperor, Soth was not only the co-elect of the Goddess of Magic and the Goddess of Poison and Disease, but also demonstrated terrifying personal strength in a series of previous actions.
The leader of the Undead faction, Sazastan, suffered such a great loss that he finally chose to give up revenge.
What's more, those airships equipped with firearms and dragon riders are not easy to deal with.
We have no idea whether there are portals or anything like that inside the airship, so it would not be wise to rashly expand the war.
The most important thing is that the messenger is just your public identity.
Privately, I hope you can reach a cooperation agreement with Soth on my behalf.
After all, today's Sel is like a volcano filled with magma. The increasingly dissatisfied Sazastan may take some extreme actions at any time, eventually triggering a terrible civil war.
Whether it is for self-protection or to seize power, I must find a strong enough foreign aid. "
"Understood."
Kalaya felt her heart pounding, and was obviously frightened by her mentor's plan.
You know, forming an alliance with several other chiefs is one thing, and contacting external enemies to deal with your own people is another.
If this matter herself were to be exposed, not only would Demetra be besieged by the entire Red Robe Mage Organization, but she would also be implicated.
"Relax, don't be so nervous. This matter is not as dangerous as you think. And I have prepared a precious gift for you."
After saying this, the red-robed chief slowly took out a palm-sized transparent crystal from his pocket.
The next second...
The entire magic net within a radius of dozens of meters was twisted and greatly strengthened by some invisible force in an instant.
Kalaya only felt that her sensory connection with the magic network was rapidly improving. If she released spells at this time, all spells would inevitably gain an effect similar to the supermodel technique - spell upgrading.
Moreover, the number of spell slots in each ring also increased by two.
Divine weapon?! This word suddenly popped up in her mind.
Because apart from the artifact, there is absolutely no other thing that can do this.
Just as she was about to ask, she suddenly noticed that in the center of the crystal, there seemed to be a small black dot that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye and was constantly twisting and flickering.
Driven by curiosity, Kalaya immediately couldn't help but ask: "Teacher, what on earth is this?"
Demetra Flas smiled and replied, "It is the national treasure of Cyre. It is the foundation for this country to produce so many arcane spellcasters and establish a country based on magic.
Did you know that in ancient times, there was a most powerful race of creators called Saruks? The famous scrolls of Netheril were created by them.
Later, due to many reasons and climate change, the glorious civilization created by the Saruks inevitably went to destruction.
But they did not become completely extinct. Instead, they built secret underground cities in many places in Faerun to hibernate for a long time in order to preserve their strength and make a comeback.
On the land beneath our feet, there is a secret city built by witches.
And buried in this city is an extremely powerful artifact.
It looks like a piece of twisted black metal, emitting terrifying magical fluctuations.
Later, the goddess of magic found this artifact and used it to strengthen the magic net around Sel.
Over time, the power of this artifact has seen deeper into the land, making the Weave of Cyre more powerful than anywhere else in Faerûn, and capable of supporting more spellcasters.
This is why the people here are particularly sensitive to magic and the output of mages is more than other places.
The black spot in the center of the crystal you see now is what I accidentally found deep in a mine. It is also one of the evidences of the real existence of the artifact.
Although it may be only a few hundredths or even one thousandth, the benefits it can bring to arcane spellcasters are unimaginable.
It is thanks to this thing that I was able to climb to the top position at this age.
After that, Demetra threw the crystal in his hand to his disciple.
Although his eyes were filled with strong reluctance, he finally chose to let go.
Because she knew very well that a divine weapon like this that could strengthen the power of the magic network could only exert its maximum power in the hands of the Chosen Ones of the Magic Goddess who possessed the Silver Fire.
"Please rest assured that I will complete the mission successfully without any problems. I will never reveal the true purpose of this trip to anyone else before meeting Soth himself."
Kalaya took the national treasure of Cel with trembling hands and carefully put it into the dimensional bag.
Otherwise, don't expect to keep it secret considering the impact this thing has on the surrounding magic network at all times.
In this way, under the arrangement of Demetra Flas, Kalaya quickly obtained the status of "diplomatic ambassador" and was directly teleported to the coastal port city through magic.
Then he used communication magic to contact one of the gunboats docked at an altitude of two or three thousand meters.
After repeatedly confirming the other party's identity and purpose, Yalusel sent a dragon knight to pick the person up, and then notified the Masked Mages Guild to send a specialist to pick the person up and send him to the political center of the empire - Port Calin.
Because the continent of Faerun has already formed many conventional rules in the process of continuous evolution.
Even between two warring countries, such exchanges of envoys would not be cut off, not to mention that the West Coast Empire was now using the excuse of revenge and punishment, and had not formally declared war.
…
At the same time, in the palace of Port Calin, far south of the west coast.
Zuo Si didn't know that a great gift was on the way. At this moment, he was sitting in a garden pavilion, drinking tea with Khelbourne, Alastor and Xinbu who came from afar.
It goes without saying that these three people came here for the naval battle that frightened many people not long ago.
Among them, Khelben and Alustriel represent the various political forces in the North, while Xinbu represents the small countries around Cyre that have suffered from invasion and oppression by the red-robed wizards.
Although their interests differed slightly, they all had a common proposal, which was to hope that Zuo Si could come forward to establish a stable maritime order in the chaotic Falling Star Sea, similar to the one around the west coast, so that all merchants could do business with peace of mind, instead of having to worry about encountering vicious pirates all day long.
Unfortunately, these two did not know that the West Coast Empire was already too large and there was no room for expansion eastwards.
What's more, the complexity of the city-states and countries along the coast of the Falling Star Sea is far beyond the reach of the west coast.
So after listening to the other party's proposal, Zuo Si shook his head and refused without hesitation: "Sorry, I can't do this for the time being.
Because it is different from the West Coast, there are too many political forces in the Falling Star Sea, and some of the conflicts and even hatreds between them have lasted for thousands of years.
I don't think they will listen to me.
The most important thing is, you probably don’t know yet, but in the areas surrounding the Falling Star Sea, many city-states and countries have begun to try to form political and economic alliances against me.
This means that if I reach out too far, not only will I not gain anything, but I may even make the situation in the region worse.”
"Haven't you already sent aerial gunboats and dragon riders to successfully suppress Thel and Mulhorand, and also recruited and controlled the pirate captains of the Pirate Islands?" Xinbu asked back with a frown.
In her opinion, possessing this power is enough to gain a foothold in the Falling Star Sea, and even establish a new maritime hegemony.
But Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: “No, that’s different.
To be precise, the goal of this operation is to demonstrate force and deterrence.
Let all the city-states and countries along the coast of the Falling Star Sea know that I have the ability to send an expeditionary force to arrive anywhere within a few days and launch a devastating attack on a designated city.
This is not establishing order, it is simply destroying the existing order and issuing a warning in a very rude way.
It is true that my gunboats and dragon riders frightened many people, even forcing them to bow their heads for a short period of time.
But this does not mean that they will be willing to do it. On the contrary, they may connect more closely in private and eventually form an encirclement against me.
That's not the result I want.
Therefore, once this act of retaliation is over, I will call back all the gunboats and dragon riders, and express to everyone that I will not establish hegemony in the Falling Star Sea.
But if Agrallon is willing to join the trade alliance, I can open a back door for you.
With the support of the trade alliance, Cel would no longer dare to launch an aggressive war easily. "
"Okay. Thanks, that's exactly what I wanted."
Simbu nodded and accepted the proposal.
Since the distance between Ximen and Agrallon is not far, whether by sea or air, it can be successfully integrated into the transportation system of the Trade Alliance.
In addition, the country has a small population and a small size, so it will not cause any serious chain reactions.
After dealing with the Storm Queen, Zuo Si turned his attention to the Silver Moon Queen, Alustriel.
Today, she wore a tight, white, hollow lace dress that looked like a wedding dress, which perfectly showed off her curvy figure.
Especially the large backless and low-cut design, which made her look wealthy and generous. When she passed the front part of the palace, the male guards at the door couldn't help but salute her.
Elastro obviously noticed Zuo Si's gaze, and immediately raised his head and chest, pursed his lips and smiled and asked: "How is it, is the dress I am wearing today beautiful?"
"It's very beautiful, and it suits your noble and elegant temperament. But I wonder if you came all the way from the North just to show off this dress?"
Zuo Si stared into the other person's eyes and was not attracted by the tempting scenery at all.
joke?
You don’t even have animal ears, a tail or fur on your body, and you still want to seduce a Fury-con?
Dream on!
He is well-tested in this regard.
In comparison, the young and beautiful maids in the harem are much smarter.
They didn't know where they got the news from, but ever since they found out about the Emperor's XP, they all got themselves animal ears and tails and started cosplaying.
"You're such a spoilsport."
Alustri rolled his eyes in annoyance, then smoothed his long hair by his ears and said to himself, "Since you don't plan to establish order in the Falling Star Sea, let's talk about roads and transportation.
I plan to ask your construction team to help build a road between the towns and villages of the Silver Moon Alliance that is passable regardless of wind or rain.
If it's convenient, I'd also like a method to make a magic carriage that can carry a large amount of goods, livestock, and people.
With these two things, I can further exert my influence and accelerate political and economic unification."
"no problem.
But paving roads requires a lot of asphalt.
You'd better send someone to the surrounding areas to look for natural asphalt lakes, which can save a lot of money.
As for the magic carriage technology, it is actually to maintain constant levitation in the carriage, which is not very difficult.
With Silvermoon City's reserves of magical power, mass production should not be a problem.
The only problem is that constant magic consumes a lot of mana.
If a mage uses it too frequently in a short period of time, he may lose level."
Zuo Si agreed to all of them very readily.
Because he understood that only when Alustriel completed the integration of the Silver Moon Alliance could he swallow it up in one gulp and make it a part of the empire.
This was something the two of them had discussed privately before.
"Constant levitation? I see!"
Elastra suddenly realized.
She originally thought that the large magic carriage running between the villages and towns of the West Coast Empire must contain some incredible technology and secrets.
But the truth is shocking.
Everything is so simple.
For a moment, the Queen of Silvermoon City felt a bit helpless. She didn't know whether she should praise the other party for being smart or whether she was too stupid to even think of such a simple use of magic.
However, the constant first-ring magic can only be performed by a Level 9 wizard, and according to the market price, it will cost at least 2,500 gold coins.
Coupled with the cost of the carriage itself, it is obviously not something that ordinary people can afford.
No wonder the West Coast Empire finally chose to have a government agency to operate it. Ordinary people only need to pay a small fee to enjoy the convenience brought by this magic.
This means that operating this magic carriage requires a large initial financial investment.
Only those rulers with the most courage and vision would be willing to do so.
How many magic carriages are currently galloping on the country roads of the West Coast Empire? Five hundred or one thousand?
Or even more? This is a one-time investment of millions of gold coins! Just to allow farmers to transport their agricultural products to the city for sale at a very low cost.
After realizing this, Alustriel raised his head and praised generously: "You are the best ruler I have ever seen in my life. Those who live in the countryside are definitely the happiest farmers in the world."
Just when Zuo Si was about to be humble, a burst of hurried footsteps approached from afar.
A few seconds later, a messenger suddenly ran in from outside and reported breathlessly: "Your Majesty the Supreme Emperor, here is an urgent message from the cabinet and the masked wizard. Sel... Sel's red-robed wizard has sent an envoy who wants to negotiate with you face to face."
"Hmm? Cel's messenger!"
Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Because in his expectation, the red-robed wizards should be able to hold on because of the vast inland depth and sufficient food production.
On the contrary, Mulhorand encountered many problems and troubles in the process of transformation from a theocratic society to a secular society because the gods suddenly returned to the outer planes and had no time to transfer the power in their hands.
Therefore, the latter should be unable to hold on and would send envoys to surrender and admit defeat.
The messenger nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, Your Majesty, it is Serge.
The messenger's name is Kalaya, and she has now left the Masked Mages Guild.
It is estimated that we will reach Port Kalin through the portal in about ten minutes.
The Prime Minister was not sure what you meant, so he sent me to report the situation."
"ha!
What is there to talk about with those red-robed wizards in Cyre?
They are just hurt and want to give in so that you can lift the blockade.
Listen to me, just get this shitty messenger out of here."
Storm Queen Simb made no secret of her hatred for the Red Robes of Sel.
After hearing this, Khelbourne couldn't help but hold his forehead and complained: “Calm down, Elaslan.
This is not your kingdom, Agrallon, so you have no right to make decisions for Soth.
Also, it's best if you don't get too involved in political and diplomatic matters like these.
I think even if Soth makes a decision with his eyes closed, he is a hundred times better than your impulsive personality."
"Hey! Whose side are you on? Why are you speaking for those damn red robe wizards?"
Xinbu banged his fist on the table in dissatisfaction, not even noticing that his clothes were stained with a series of stains from the splashed drinks.
Of course, this is also one of the manifestations of her unkempt character.
If you look closely, you will find that the clothes of the Storm Queen are actually a bit dirty, and the hem of her skirt has become stiff due to the mud. If you get close, you can smell a slightly sour smell. She must have not taken a shower for several days.
As for her long silver hair, which was as beautiful as Alustriel's, it began to become oily and frizzy because she hadn't washed it for at least five days.
She even kicked off her boots, and her two black little feet stepped directly on the ground. Although there was no strange smell, the maid who was responsible for serving her stayed away from her.
They simply couldn't believe that the Storm Queen Simbu, the ruler of Agoralon, could be so sloppy. It was such a waste of such a beautiful face.
However, Khelbourne had obviously long been accustomed to Xinbu's character, and explained helplessly: “I am not on the side of the Red Robe Mage, but I am telling you the most basic rules of conducting diplomatic activities.
If it were any other city-state or country, your remarks alone could have caused a serious accident.
I really don't know how you have ruled Agrallon for so many years.
And how many times have I told you not to take off your shoes casually? It is very rude.
Don't forget that you represent not only yourself, but also the overall image of Agrallon."
"You are the one who has so many things to do!"
Xinbu glared at Kelben fiercely, and reluctantly stuffed his feet back into his boots that were now shiny with dirt. He angrily picked up the glass and drank the chilled wine in it, then waved to the maid beside him to refill his glass.
"Sorry, everyone, I may have to be absent for a while."
Zuo Si didn't pay attention to the temper tantrum between the two chosen ones of the Magic Goddess. He stood up and planned to meet the messenger sent by the red-robed wizard.
"State affairs are important, go and do your own thing, we can entertain ourselves for a while." Alustriel responded with a smile.
Her attitude is always so gentle and understanding, no wonder she can charm so many people.
Apart from being a little fickle, there are basically no obvious shortcomings.
"Thanks."
Zuo Si took the other person's hand and kissed the back of her hand gently. Then he turned around and disappeared at the end of the intricate corridor of the palace with the messenger.
After he was completely gone, Alustriel withdrew his right hand with a lingering feeling. With a strange light flashing in his eyes, he teased in a half-joking tone: "This guy really knows how to please women better and better."
"Hmph! I advise you to be more restrained. Don't forget that this is the imperial palace. His legal wife is in the harem a few walls away from us."
Xinbu gave a meaningful reminder.
But Alustriel shrugged nonchalantly: "So what? As far as I know, since the marriage was completed, Soth has not even been to the harem a few times, and has spent most of his time in the Mage Tower of Askatra.
This was obviously just a purely political marriage, in order to legally merge the two empires together.
What's more, I am simply pursuing happiness and spiritual pleasure."
"Don't be so self-indulgent.
Soth would never have any idea about a promiscuous guy like you.
In fact, he should already have a new lover.
That is the recently exiled Iron Princess Yalusail of Cormyr."
Xinbu, who is always outspoken, directly dropped an explosive piece of news.
moment!
Both Khelben and Alustriel showed very surprised expressions.
After they exchanged glances, they immediately began to ask Xinbu questions in a roundabout way.
The Storm Queen was obviously no match for these two old foxes, and she quickly revealed everything she knew.
Just when the three elects of the magic goddess were bored and began to care about Zuo Si's love life, he had already appeared on the throne of the imperial meeting and greeted all the important officials present.
After a while, Kalaya, dressed in a standard red robe wizard, walked in from the main gate led by the guards.
However, what really attracted people to her was not her long red robe or her bald head covered with magic tattoos, but her eyes with completely red whites.
Through magical vision, Zuo Si could clearly feel that the power from the lower planes gathered in this young woman's eyes, and the source was basically either the abyss demon or the neutral Yugoroth demon.
Similarly, Kalaya was also looking at the emperor on the throne through her unique eyes.
When she saw the terrifying energy in the other person's body that was as dazzling as the sun, an expression of horror instantly appeared on her face. Then she immediately lowered her head and assumed the most humble posture, kneeling down in a salute under the gaze of countless eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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