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 belonged 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 nodded 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 were to be exposed, not only would Demetra be besieged by the entire Red Robe Mage Organization, but she herself 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 seeped 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.

“请您放心，我一定会不出任何岔子圆满完成任务。在见到索斯本人之前，绝对不会向其他人透露此行真正的意图。”

卡莱雅用颤抖的双手接过这件塞尔的国宝，小心翼翼将其装进次元袋内。

不然的话，光凭这玩意时刻对周围魔网产生的影响就别指望能保密。

就这样，在德米特拉·弗拉斯的安排下，卡莱雅很快便获得了“外交大使”的身份，直接通过魔法传送先是来到了沿海的港口城市。

紧跟着再通过传讯魔法与其中一艘停靠在两三千米高空的炮艇取得联系。

雅卢赛尔在反复确认了对方的身份和目的之后，这才派遣龙骑士把人接上来，随后再通知蒙面法师公会派专员来将人接走，送去帝国的政治中心——卡林港。

由于费伦大陆早就已经在不断地演化过程中形成了很多约定俗成的规矩。

即便是交战中的两个国家，像这种使者往来也不会断绝，更不用提西海岸帝国现在用的借口是报复和惩戒，并没有正式宣战。

……

与此同时，远在西海岸南方的卡林港皇宫内。

左思还不知道有一份大礼已经在路上了，此刻正坐在一处花园凉亭内，与远道而来的凯尔本、艾拉斯卓和欣布品茶。

不用问也知道，这三个人都是为了不久之前那场吓坏了不少人的海战而来的。

其中凯尔本和艾拉斯卓代表着北地的各方政治势力，而欣布代表的则是塞尔周边地区饱受红袍巫师们侵略、压迫的小国。

虽然利益诉求略有不同，但他们都有一个共同的提议，那就是希望左思能出面在混乱的坠星海建立起类似西海岸周边那样的稳定海上秩序，让所有商人可以安心做生意，而不是整天把脑袋别在裤腰带上，提心吊胆生怕一不小心遇到穷凶极恶的海盗。

只可惜，这二位并不知道西海岸帝国已经太过于庞大，根本没有任何向东扩张的空间了。

更何况坠星海沿岸各个城邦跟国家的复杂程度，可远远不是西海岸能够比拟的。

所以在听完了对方的提议之后，左思毫不犹豫的摇头拒绝道：“抱歉，这件事情我暂时还做不到。

因为与西海岸不同，坠星海的政治势力太多了，相互之间的矛盾乃至仇恨有些延续了数千年。

我可不觉得他们会听我的。

最重要的是，你们恐怕还不知道吧，在坠星海周边地区已经有很多城邦和国家开始尝试着组建反对我的政治与经济联盟。

这也就意味着，如果我把手伸得太远，非但不会得到任何好处，反而还有可能让地区局势恶化。”

“你不是已经派遣空中炮艇和龙骑士，成功压制了塞尔、穆尔霍兰德，并且还收编控制了海盗群岛的海盗船长们吗？”欣布皱起眉头反问。

在她看来，拥有这股力量已经足以在坠星海站稳脚跟，甚至是建立起新的海上霸权。

可左思却笑着摇了摇头：“不，那不一样。

确切地说，这次行动的目标是展示武力跟威慑力。

让整个坠星海沿海所有的城邦与国家明白，我有能力派出一支远征军在几天之内抵达任何地方，并对指定城市发动毁灭性攻击。

这并不是在建立秩序，仅仅是破坏了原有的秩序，以一种非常粗暴的方式发出警告。

诚然，我的炮艇和龙骑士让很多人感到恐惧，甚至是迫使他们在短时间内选择低头。

可这并不意味着他们会心甘情愿，反倒有可能在私下里串联的更紧密，最终形成一个反对我的包围网。

那可不是我想要的结果。

所以等这次报复行动一结束，我就会把炮艇和龙骑士全部调回来，向所有人表达不会在坠星海建立霸权的态度。

不过要是阿戈拉隆愿意愿意加入贸易同盟，我倒是可以给你开个后门。

如此一来有贸易同盟做后盾，塞尔就不敢再轻易发起侵略战争了。”

“好吧。多谢，这正是我想要的。”

欣布点头接受了这个提议。

由于西门和阿戈拉隆的距离不算远，因此不管是走海路还是空中航线，都能成功融入进贸易同盟的交通体系之内。

再加上本身人口少、体量小，因此并不会产生什么严重的连锁反应。

搞定了风暴女王，左思这才把目光投向银月女王艾拉斯卓。

这位今天穿了一件宛如婚纱般洁白的紧身镂空蕾丝礼服，将自己凹凸有致的身材完美展现出来。

尤其是大片露背和低胸的设计，显得既富有又慷慨，之前经过皇宫前边部分的时候，让门口那些男性卫兵一个个都不由自主的行起了注目礼。

艾拉斯卓显然注意到了左思的视线，立刻做了个昂首挺胸的动作，抿起嘴角笑着问：“如何，我今天穿的这条裙子漂亮吗？”

“非常漂亮，很符合你高贵典雅的气质。不过我想你大老远从北地跑过来，该不会就是为了展示这条裙子的吧？”

左思盯着对方的眼睛，丝毫没有被那些诱人的景色所吸引。

开玩笑？

全身上下连兽耳、尾巴和绒毛都没有还想勾引一个福瑞控？

做梦去吧！

在这方面他可是久经考验。

相比之下，后宫里那些年轻漂亮的女仆就聪明多了。

她们也不知道从哪打听到的消息，反正自从知道皇帝陛下的XP之后，有一个算一个都给自己搞了个兽耳和尾巴开始玩cosplay。

“你可真会扫兴。”

艾拉斯卓没好气的翻了个白眼，随后捋了捋耳边垂下来的长发，自顾自说道：“既然你不打算在坠星海建立秩序，那我们就来谈谈关于道路和运输吧。

我打算请你的施工队帮忙在银月联盟各城镇与村庄之间修建一条不管刮风下雨都能通行的道路。

如果方便的话，我还想要那种可以大量装载货物、牲畜和人的魔法马车制作方法。

有了这样两样东西，我就能更进一步施加影响力，加快政治与经济上的统一。”

“没问题。

不过铺设道路需要很多沥青。

你们最好派人去周边地区找找看有没有天然沥青湖，这样可以节省一大笔开支。

至于魔法马车技术，实际上就是在车厢恒定了漂浮术，并没有什么太大的难度。

以银月城的魔法力量储备，大批量制作应该不是什么难题。

唯一的问题是恒定魔法需要消耗很多的魔力。

假如一名法师在短时间内频繁施展可能会出现掉级的现象。”

左思非常干脆的全部答应下来。

因为他明白，只有当艾拉斯卓完成了对银月联盟的整合，自己才能一口将其吞下去变成帝国的一部分。

这是两人之前私下里就商量好的。

“恒定漂浮术？原来如此！”

艾拉斯卓瞬间恍然大悟。

她原本还以为在西海岸帝国乡村与城镇之间跑来跑去的大型魔法马车，里边有甚么不得了的技术和秘密呢。

可真相却让人大跌眼镜。

一切竟然如此简单。

一时之间，这位银月城女王颇有点哭笑不得的感觉，也不知道究竟是应该夸对方聪明，还是自己太笨了，连如此简单的魔法运用都没想到。

不过恒定一环魔法要LV9的法师才能做到，而且按照市场价至少需要两千五百金币。

再加上马车本身的造价，显然不是普通人能够承受得起的。

难怪西海岸帝国最终选择了由政府机构来进行运营，普通人只需要支付少量费用就能享受到这种魔法带来的便利。

这也就意味着搞这种魔法马车的运营需要先期在财政上投入一大笔钱。

只有那些最有魄力和远见的统治者才会舍得。

目前西海岸帝国由多少辆魔法马车驰骋在乡间小路上？ 五百辆还是一千辆？

又或者更多？ 这可是数百万金币的一次性投入！ 为的仅仅是让农民们能够以极其低廉的成本把农产品运到城市里去售卖。

想明白这一点之后，艾拉斯卓抬起头毫不吝啬的称赞道：“你是我这辈子见过最优秀的统治者。那些生活在乡村的人绝对是这个世界上最幸福的农民。”

就在左思打算谦虚一下的时候，一阵急促的脚步声由远而近。

大概几秒钟之后，一名传令兵突然从外面跑了进来，气喘吁吁的汇报道：“至高无上的皇帝陛下，这里有一份内阁和蒙面法师送来的紧急消息。塞尔……塞尔的红袍法师派出了一名使者想要跟您面对面的进行谈判。”

“嗯？塞尔的使者！”

左思惊讶的挑起了眉毛。

因为在他的预料中，红袍法师们由于有内陆的大纵深和充足的粮食产量，因此应该会一直挺下去才对。

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)