There is no doubt that for Yalusel, ruling an area personally is definitely a very novel experience.

Because she was not the first in line to the Cormyr royal family, she received a completely different education from her sister, who was the Crown Princess.

The latter's studies mainly focus on culture, history, politics, economics and other parts directly related to governance, while the former are trained to be the future king's right-hand man in the military field and have never been exposed to government affairs.

So the Iron Princess was completely clueless about the entire country's operations and tax system.

Maybe it was a deliberate attempt to guide her, or maybe she herself was simply not interested in it.

Anyway, in the court of the Kingdom of Cormyr, the real nobles never looked down on the so-called "Iron Princess", but regarded her as a low-end castrated version of the current King Arsane IV.

At least Yasan IV knew that he had to stop all large-scale military operations when he ran out of money and food, and save money to enrich the national treasury. He also understood that he had to win over the nobles and unite them firmly around the royal family.

But Yalusel is good for nothing except pursuing personal bravery and victory on the battlefield. He doesn't even have his father's overall view and strategic vision.

He can neither maintain relationships with other noble families nor has any experience in governing a territory, and he is somewhat arrogant and domineering.

How could such a person be liked by the nobles?

It's just that he doesn't show it on a daily basis for the sake of the royal family's face.

However, this feeling of dissatisfaction suddenly broke out with the defeat of Yalusel and the tragic casualties among the members of the Noble Knights.

So much so that Assan IV had to announce the expulsion of his youngest daughter from the royal family as a punishment, and even deliberately made her suffer enough to calm the anger of the nobles.

For a long time, Yalusel did not quite understand why his father was so heartless and why he compromised with those troublemaking nobles instead of waiting for them to revolt and then leading the army to wipe them out one by one, letting the remaining nobles see what the consequences would be for threatening the royal family.

After all, from the time he ascended the throne to the present, the legendary King Assan IV has remained undefeated.

But now...

The Iron Princess finally understood her father's helplessness and difficulties.

War was not what she had imagined before. It was not just about the commander's strategic planning and response to battle, the soldiers' fighting will and training level, and the sophistication of their weapons and equipment.

The most crucial part in determining victory or defeat actually comes down to two words: money and food.

With money, we can pay soldiers and buy sophisticated weapons and equipment. With enough food, we can fill the soldiers' stomachs and conduct more rigorous and intense training on a daily basis.

When both are greatly satisfied at the same time, the commander can lead a strong army as long as he is not a loser.

But if both are lacking, then even if they are led by an invincible legendary commander, they will still not be able to have any combat effectiveness.

Considering the feudal system that has been passed down for thousands of years in the Kingdom of Cormyr and the nobles who are deeply rooted in the territory, once a large-scale rebellion breaks out, the royal finances will inevitably collapse, and more than two-thirds of the tax revenue may be lost immediately.

Without sufficient food and wealth, King Assan IV could not lead the army to quell the rebellion. He might even cause his soldiers to desert or even mutiny because he could not pay their salaries.

As the saying goes, a good cook cannot cook without rice.

Under such circumstances, it would be difficult to even maintain rule, let alone win a war.

So from the king's perspective, sacrificing a little daughter in exchange for the stability of the country is not a difficult choice at all.

The more he learned about finance, taxation and the operation of the state machinery, the more Yalusel felt that he had been really stupid before.

They were so naive that they thought all problems could be solved by war and the army.

But in fact, she didn't even know how to maintain an army, and she relied entirely on the continuous transfusions from the national treasury behind her.

The person who truly made the Kingdom of Cormyr invincible in recent years was not his father, whom he regarded as a hero, but his sister, who worked silently and desperately behind the scenes to raise money, stockpile food, and prevent the civilians in the country from feeling the heavy taxes.

Thinking of this, Yalusel couldn't help but sigh slightly, his heart full of self-blame and shame. Without even raising his head, he asked, "The Empire invested so much money to build such a prosperous base at the gate of the Red Robe Mage of Cyre. What is the real intention behind it?"

"Intentions? Sorry, how could I possibly know such a thing.

You should ask His Majesty Thors directly.

Because it was his own order that appointed you as governor.

But I guess this may be related to the increasingly fierce struggle among the red robe wizards.

Perhaps it won’t be long before we can see the spectacular sight of those chiefs tearing off their hypocritical masks and going to war with each other.

At that time, these two islands will become the first choice for those who want to escape the war.

In particular, they absorbed the arcane spellcasters that the Red Robe Mage Organization had spent a lot of money, time and energy to train.

Not only can it strengthen the empire's magical strength, but it can also save the time and money needed to train a talented person into a wizard.

In addition, they could also win over wealthy merchants and nobles by granting them political asylum, selling tickets to the west coast at high prices, and providing food and accommodation.

Anyway, no matter how much money we invest now, we can earn it back ten or a hundred times in the future.

In addition, the influx of a large number of civilians can also solve the problem of insufficient population and labor in the empire."

Vera made her point directly.

Although her current position is only that of the Minister of Finance, she is already able to coordinate the overall situation from the position of the Prime Minister and is aware of Zuo Si's intention of planting this chess piece in the eastern part of the continent of Faerun.

"What? A civil war is about to break out among the chief red-robed wizards!"

Yalusel's eyes widened in surprise.

Because this is no small matter, nor is it just an internal dispute in the country of Sel, but a violent political turmoil that is enough to affect half of the continent of Faerun.

After all, there are too many city-states, countries and regions that rely heavily on the cheap food provided by Sel, as well as the various low-level magic items sold by the red-robed wizards.

Once a food crisis occurs, war and riots will follow, destroying places where order is already fragile.

Just look at Sambia, which is still fighting a civil war.

But Vera shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly: “There’s no need to make a fuss.

This has long been no secret in the Imperial Cabinet.

According to the latest intelligence, Sazastan began plotting to kill all those who opposed him two weeks ago.

At the same time, he did not forget to actively win over those mages with high enough spellcasting levels, and promised to nominate them to become the new chief after the death of the current chief.

If nothing unexpected happens, when the first chief dies in an assassination, it should be the signal for the beginning of this turmoil."

"Damn it! Should I be prepared to intervene in the war?"

Yalusel continued to ask with a frown on his face.

"unnecessary.

Your duty is to suck blood from the giant monster, Cel, while selling war materials to both sides at the same time, trying to make them fight for decades or even hundreds of years.

In the end, no matter who wins, they will face a devastated and depopulated country that can no longer pose any threat to the empire.

The Red Robe Mage Organization might even decline or even perish because of this.

Remember, there are many ways to destroy the enemy, and military means are the last resort.

Because the cost of war is too high and extremely uncontrollable.

Oh, one more thing, please don't show meaningless sympathy to the poor and slaves, or even try to give them more convenience by interfering in the administration and justice."

After saying that, Vera stood up and walked to the balcony, admiring the prosperous scene of the port and the city below from a high vantage point.

"Why? Isn't it a good thing to show the kindness of the rulers to the people? At least it can win their support and love."

A puzzled look appeared on Yalusail's face.

After all, showing kindness and being close to the people has always been the tradition of the Cormyr royal family.

It is precisely because of this that, after thousands of years, the Obaiszir family is still standing strong and is deeply loved by the people. No noble even dares to think of replacing them.

Feeling the sea breeze blowing in her face, Vera gently stroked the long hair hanging down by her ears and patiently explained: "Because your behavior has destroyed the most basic principle of a functioning society, which is a relatively fair environment.

If you give more resources to a certain group, what will others think and how will they see it? Perhaps at the beginning, most kind-hearted people will hold a sympathetic attitude and give more care to this vulnerable group.

But over time, some people will begin to feel unbalanced and start to wonder why the other person can get more care while they cannot.

When more and more people hold this mentality, conflicts will begin to intensify, eventually leading to serious confrontation and social division.

And there will be a small number of people who will exploit these loopholes to profit for themselves and their families.

So what you are doing cannot really help them, but instead pushes them into the abyss.

His Majesty Thors once taught me that as a ruler, one must be as ruthless as possible, which is the best for everyone.

What's more, simple charity and relief can never truly solve the problem, but will instead trigger a series of new crises.

You need to learn how to achieve your political goals by developing long-term and sustainable policies.”

moment!

These words made Yalusel fall into silence, and he began to reflect on whether his father, the king, was right in his kind act of giving alms to the poor.

If this is true, then why does the number of poor people and beggars in the Kingdom of Cormyr never decrease despite the huge amount of money and food spent every year? Even if a small number of people escape poverty and hunger through relief, it won't be long before new poor people and beggars appear.

In stark contrast to this situation, the West Coast Empire, which obviously has a better financial situation and astonishing tax revenue, basically does not provide alms or relief to the poor and beggars, except for special groups such as young children, the elderly, and the disabled who have lost their ability to work.

Instead, the money was invested in the bottomless pit of roads, ports, urban reconstruction, construction of water conservancy facilities and public carriage systems, thereby providing a large number of jobs.

The most incredible thing is that compared to the Kingdom of Cormyr, there are obviously far fewer poor people and beggars here.

Could this be the legendary long-term policy to fundamentally solve the problem? Yalusel seemed to understand something, and his eyes began to sparkle with a strange light. He stared at Vera's delicate and beautiful face and asked in an uncertain tone: "Why do you want to teach me these valuable knowledge and experience?"

“Haha, because His Majesty Soth believes that your future will not be limited to this.

The two islands beneath your feet are testing grounds specifically designed to help you hone your governing abilities.

Keep up the good work, I'm looking forward to your next wonderful performance.

Also, I don't think you need to always be wary and hostile towards the red-robed mages of Cyre.

After all, even if a war really breaks out, business must continue to be done before obtaining a ban from the cabinet.

You must understand that the will of the country cannot be changed by personal preferences, and it cannot be measured by moral standards such as good and evil. "

After saying this, Vera turned around and planned to return to the Palace of Calimport through the newly built portal in the Mage Tower.

As the Chancellor of Finance, she was very busy, and she was able to spare some time every few days to teach the Iron Princess, thanks to her promise to become the Second Chancellor of the Empire in the future.

But before Vera opened the door and walked out of the room, she heard Yalusel suddenly calling her from behind.

"Wait! Where's the Sos man? Why haven't I heard any news about him recently? And why haven't I seen him in person?"

"Why, don't you know? Not long ago, your majesty personally killed the resurrected god of murder, Baal.

This incident has caused a stir in all the churches of God on the entire west coast.

Many churches, including the Goddess of Magic, the God of Knowledge, the Goddess of Natural Decomposition and Cycle, and the Guardian God Heim, have come forward to confirm the news.

There are even rumors that His Majesty Soth has become one of the gods.

But the Askatra Mage Tower denied this.

So don't ask me where His Majesty is now.

Because he has already surpassed the limits of mortals and stands at a height that we can never reach."

Vera opened her arms and her tone was full of naked enthusiasm and admiration.

After all, in the continent of Faerun, there are very few examples of mortals killing gods, and many of them are dominated by luck and are not replicable at all.

"Killing... God..."

Yalusel subconsciously clenched his fists, and his whole body began to tremble slightly with excitement and excitement, and his towering and proud upper body kept rising and falling with his rapid breathing.

For a moment, the two women in the room seemed to see the same emotion in each other's eyes, and the atmosphere became ambiguous for some reason.

The Iron Princess didn't know why, but she suddenly recalled what had happened between her and Aisha and her face started to blush uncontrollably.

Coupled with the relatively warm and humid climate of the Alaur Province, she immediately began to sweat profusely and the white silk top stuck to her skin, presenting a hazy and beautiful scene.

Vera immediately smiled meaningfully upon seeing this, then looked the other person up and down with an aggressive look, then turned around with an elegant step, opened the door and walked out.

As soon as she left, Yalusel rushed into the bathroom, took off all his clothes and began to rinse his body with cold water, forcibly suppressing the restless evil fire in his heart.

After coming out of the bathroom and changing into a new set of clothes, the princess of the Kingdom of Cormyr once again returned to her usual proud attitude.

There is no doubt that the West Coast Empire's huge investment in development and construction on the two islands near Sale has undoubtedly touched the most sensitive nerve of the red-robed wizards.

After all, the aerial gunboats and the dragon army have not withdrawn yet. They are floating between the two islands and may launch another attack at any time.

If it had happened in the past, all the chiefs, including Sazastan, would have temporarily put aside their grudges and joined forces to resolve the current crisis.

The problem is that as Sazastan is determined to deal with these "insects" and lead the country to a brighter future by taking sole power, there is no room for maneuver for either side.

He even did not attend several chief meetings in person, but instead sent a deputy.

Seeing such behavior, the other chiefs were naturally not fools. They all realized that Sazastan might cause trouble, and one by one they increased the number of guards around them.

That tense and solemn atmosphere almost affected the entire Red Robe Mage Organization.

Even the number of "accidental deaths" has increased by 400 percent in recent times.

Although it is far from the point where everyone is in danger, there is definitely a strong sense of suffocation and oppression.

At least Kalaya, who had once gone to Kalin Port as an envoy to meet Zuo Si and was also developed into a traitor, now has to bring a stone golem she made even when going to the toilet.

Otherwise, God knows what will happen.

You know, going to the toilet is one of the times when people are least alert and least able to protect themselves.

Every year, many apprentices and red-robed wizards of various levels die in toilets.

And because she was afraid that her identity as a traitor would be exposed, Kaleya didn't dare to have a long conversation with anyone.

Every time I completed a task, I would hurriedly submit a report, collect the reward, and return to where I lived.

Only in the heavily guarded wizard tower can she feel a little bit safe.

"Phew - it was really dangerous, but I finally came back alive. But the rewards for this adventure are also great. I never thought that such a treasure would be stored in that ancient tomb."

Kalaya slumped down on the sofa without any image, and took out a piece of metal fragment in a sealed test tube from the backpack she carried with her.

moment!

The surrounding magic net began to boil, and countless energies began to gather towards the location of the metal fragments.

Needless to say, this little thing is Sel's national treasure, and it is exactly the same as the artifact fragment given to Zuo Si last time.

It's just that the size is obviously much smaller.

Just as the bald female mage was thinking about how she should use the artifact fragment, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and snatched the test tube containing the artifact fragment from her hand.

"who?!"

Kaleiya jumped up from the sofa like a frightened cat, and activated the [Malicious Transfiguration] stored in her staff with her backhand.

This is a very well-known five-ring transformation magic, which can transform the target into harmless small animals, such as rabbits, frogs, squirrels, etc.

Its characteristic is that it can capture the enemy without hurting or killing him.

Of course, some wizards with evil tastes will deliberately turn their opponents into small animals, and then put them in cages or fish tanks for fun, torturing and humiliating them to the best of their ability.

Unfortunately, although the [Malicious Transfiguration] successfully hit the target this time, it did not have any effect.

Among the lich's series of immunities, one is "transformation".

It's just that this lich was wearing dragon leather gloves, which concealed his undead characteristics.

But if it was just an ordinary lich, there would be no need for Kalaya to be so nervous with her current spellcasting level.

可问题是，眼前这个能悄无声息穿过众多魔法防护并且没有引发任何警报的巫妖不是别人，正是纠缠符记的首领——拉贡。

双方实力和法术决斗经验的差距，简直一个天上、一个地下。

卡莱雅甚至觉得，就算自己和身为首席的导师联手，都不可能在这位强大的传奇巫妖面前支撑超过十分钟。

所以短短两三秒钟左右，她就立刻换上另外一副面孔，强忍着神器碎片被夺走产生的怨恨，恭恭敬敬鞠了一躬。

“大师，您什么时候来的？怎么也不通知我一声，好让我能够提前准备一下。”

“如果我提前通知你，恐怕就看不到这一小块神器碎片了。”

拉贡摆弄着手里的试管并仔细观察里边不断变化外形的金属颗粒。

尽管他早就听说过这种奇特的物质，但却从未想过仅仅只要这么一丢丢就能把魔网强化到如此地步。

“怎么会，我可是打算把它上缴给索斯陛下换取更多的魔法知识。”卡莱雅赶忙替自己辩解道。

毕竟人在屋檐下不得不低头。

眼下她的一举一动都被这些强大恐怖的传奇不死生物施法者所控制，根本没有半点反抗和讨价还价的资本。

更何况红袍法师受到的教育就是弱小即原罪，以及为了生存不择手段。

拉贡无疑察觉到了光头女法师内心之中最真实的想法，故意用一种漫不经心的语气说道：“不用那么麻烦，我会替你把这块碎片转交给主人。

另外，我必须提醒你，从今天开始最好停止一切长时间的外出。

因为萨扎斯坦马上就要开始清除异己的计划了。

他会想方设法杀死那些反对自己的首席，以确保可以将全力集中起来，无需再像之前那样每天在争吵与相互扯后腿中度过。”

“什么？萨扎斯坦准备动手了？他的第一个目标是谁？”

卡莱雅的脸色顿时变得异常严肃且紧张。

尽管她的老师跟这位最强大的死灵系首席关系还不错，但谁也不敢保证不会突然下黑手。

红袍法师的内斗往往讲究一个出其不意。

很多时候那些看上去不是敌人的家伙，才是最后突然跳出来发起致命一击的凶手。

“放松，萨扎斯坦选定的目标并不是你和你的导师，而是那个在议会中跟他屡次作对的阿兹纳尔·斯鲁尔。并且我有一件事情需要你去做。”

说话的功夫，拉贡掏出了几封信摆放在桌子上，言下之意不言而喻。

他要把塞尔这摊原本就不是很干净的水彻底搅浑，然后才好浑水摸鱼达成自己的目的。

……

另外一边，远在这个宇宙最极致混乱的位面——混沌海。

愉悦魔格拉米尔正承受着前所未有的虚弱跟痛苦，耐心等待舍米莎卡的到来。

不光是她，周围的其他魔鬼反应液都差不多。

估计这会儿都在心底里诅咒谩骂这个该死的尤格罗斯魔，并想要将其扒皮抽筋轮番体验巴托地狱在酷刑方面的艺术。

确切地说，任何不是混乱阵营的人来到这个地方，都会在感官与知觉方面产生强烈的不适。

而作为对立的守序阵营则格外严重。

更要命的是，这个选定的倒霉地方在极短时间内进行了三次大幅度的变动，以至于周围环境都变得面目全非。

魔鬼们甚至不确定舍米莎卡是否真的能找得到。

除此之外，远处那些偶尔经过的史拉蟾也让所有人精神紧张。

跟这种骨子里散发出混乱本质的生物相比，深渊恶魔都算得上是井然有序。

毕竟血战打了那么长时间，恶魔起码能有效的把兵力源源不断输送到前线，基本的组织能力还是多少有一点的。

没有谁知道遭遇史拉蟾之后，这些大号的人形蛤蟆会做出何种反应，更不知道他们背后是否隐藏着一位类神力领主。

总之，未知和不可预料是混沌海的特点。

来这里旅行永远也不会缺乏惊喜，当然也有可能是惊吓。

可能唯一还算友好的生物，可能就是吉斯洋基人的亲兄弟，同时也是他们仅次于夺心魔第二仇恨的吉斯泽莱人。

据说这些家伙掌握着一种心灵力量，可以暂时让混沌海飘忽不定的物质跟能量稳定下来形成一块适合居住的区域。

但吉斯泽莱人得数量实在是太少了。

想要在混沌海这么大的地方遇到，无异于大海捞针。

正当格拉米尔开始等得有些不耐烦的时候，舍米莎卡所率领的队伍终于出现了。

后者明显做了充足的准备，不仅带着大量的提夫林随从，还有许多临时雇佣来的冒险者、佣兵，浩浩荡荡足有上千人之多。

其中有些身上还带着伤，明显是经历了一场恶战。

当看到脸色明显带着不悦的魔鬼后，舍米莎卡立刻摆出一副殷勤的样子快步上前，单手抚胸优雅的鞠了一躬。

“啊！想必您应该就是伟大地狱第九层领主索斯阁下的专属秘书了，对吧？

我叫舍米莎卡，如您所见是个尤格罗斯魔，目前在印记城做一些微不足道的小生意。

多亏了伟大索斯阁下的指引，以及魅魔女王美坎修特旗下的制药工厂，否则像我这样的小商人根本没机会赚那么多钱。

这里是一点微不足道的小小意思，不成敬意，请务必收下。”

说话的功夫。这位印记城的黑道女王便取出了十几根事先准备好的灵魂棱柱塞进愉悦魔的手中。

她显然早就打听到了格拉米尔的身份和地位，因此知道想要讨好这种级别的魔鬼需要付出怎样的代价。

尽管一下子送出那么多灵魂棱柱让舍米莎卡感到一阵肉疼，但是果断决定花这笔钱。

感受到这些棱柱内散发出痛苦与绝望气息的灵魂数量，格拉米尔原本难看的脸色终于稍微有了点好转，开门见山的说道：“说吧，你想要从我这里得到什么？事先声明，我们这里可从不赊账，你必须支付足够的款项。”

“那是当然。我之前已经购买过多次，知道第九层地狱的规矩。但有一点，这次我想利用你们在印记城的秘密传送门把货以最快速度送过去，没问题吧？”

舍米莎卡迅速提出了自己的要求。

作为万门之城，印记城可以说拥有连接其他所有位面的传送门。

其中有些是偶然形成的，还有的则是痛苦女士随手打开的。

但这些传送门都有一个特点，即十分的不稳定且喜欢随机变换位置。

谁能及时发现传送门的位置，谁就可以将其作为商品出售给需要的人。

往往一次交易就能拿到数千乃至上万金币。

有很多奸商和情报贩子就是靠着卖传送门发了大财。

差不多每一个足够强大的势力，手头起码都掌握着几十乃至上百个秘密传送门。

而巴托地狱恰好是其中之一。

这一点从印记城那及其稳定的魔鬼数量就能略窥一二。

哪怕是发生冲突乃至战争导致魔鬼数量锐减，几天之后也能快速恢复。

一切全部都是传送门的功劳。

“当然没问题。只要你舍得掏昂贵的传送门使用费，我又有什么理由拒绝呢？”

格拉米尔嘴角微微上扬露出了戏谑的笑容。

在她的眼中，这个尤格罗斯魔从现身的那一刻起就已经是脖子被套上绳索的猎物。

自己要做的就是在动手之前，反复检查确认对方身上没有什么能够瞬间完成跨位面传送的高阶魔法物品乃至神器。

舍米莎卡显然还没有意识到这是个陷阱，听到可以使用传送门后立刻开心的大笑起来：“哈哈哈哈！感谢您的慷慨与仁慈，我就知道和你们做生意肯定会十分愉快。既然如此，不如就让我们来签署一份契约如何？”

“你想要签契约？”

格拉米尔用看傻子一样的眼神盯着对方。

“是啊，难道有什么问题吗？”

舍米莎卡语气中带着一丝疑惑。

“当然有问题。你难道不知道在巴托地狱，所有的契约都必然要得到执行吗？”格拉米尔理直气壮的反问。

她这一问瞬间给舍米莎卡干懵逼了，瞪着两只狐狸一样狡诈的眼睛愣了几秒钟，紧跟着快速反应过来脸色勃然大变。

“你……你们压根就没打算跟我完成这笔交易？你们想要黑吃黑！”

格拉米尔伸出一根手指轻轻摇了摇：“不，不，不，不是黑吃黑。

虽然你手里的灵魂棱柱和那些惊人的财富的确很诱人，但还犯不上让我亲自出面。

事实上我们从一开始的目标就只有一个，那便是你本人。

因为只要控制了你，就等同于控制了印记城半个地下世界，以及一张巨大的情报网。

现在，你做好准备为地狱第九层的领主索斯大人效力了吗？”

“休想！我才不会屈服于任何人！”

舍米莎卡见势不妙立刻开始后撤，并且向身后大量的手下打了个攻击的动作。

下一秒……

Hundreds of tieflings and temporarily hired alien creatures rushed towards the few demons like a tide.

They knew that the lawful demons would be greatly weakened in the Sea of ​​Chaos.

Moreover, no one dares to cast spells here at will. In the end, victory or defeat is determined by the most primitive and bloody close combat.

“Prepare for battle!”

Gramir gave orders to the demons around him with a blank expression.

In a flash, several Hellfire Fiends and Zerg Fiends drew their weapons to fight back, chopping the guys in the front into two on the spot.

Among them, the latter, which is specially designed for close combat, is like a heavy tank. It rushes into the enemy and sets off a bloody storm. There is a lot of blood splattering everywhere, and broken limbs and internal organs flying everywhere.

Even a +2 enchanted weapon could not easily penetrate the thick and hard shell, and could only leave a concave mark on the surface.

The insidious and cunning Hellfire would use its huge body as cover, suddenly jumping out to launch a surprise attack, killing a few targets that pose a greater threat before hiding again.

With such skillful coordination, the Tieflings' henchmen suffered heavy casualties before long and were unable to break through the solid defense line.

"Damn it! Farrow, follow me back to Sigil immediately. This time we are facing more than just one or two enemies."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Shemisaka immediately thought of running away, and did not forget to take his ace spy with him when he left.

After all, Farrow alone is worth as much as all the others.

As long as he is still around, there will be no shortage of information that can be sold at a high price.

But just when the Yugoloth carefully asked a follower to try to activate the inter-dimensional teleportation item, Farrow, who had no expression and remained silent, suddenly took out a button-sized device at lightning speed and threw it directly into the former's mouth.

Whoosh! Shemisaka had no time to react and swallowed subconsciously. The mysterious device went through her mouth and esophagus into her stomach.

She instantly became shocked and angry, and shouted: "Farrow! What the hell are you doing?"

"Me? I'm just following my master's orders."

The elf gave the answer very straightforwardly.

Just as Shemisaka opened her mouth to say something, a sharp pain suddenly came from her stomach, accompanied by uncontrollable twitching all over her body.

From the throat, you can vaguely see silver electric light.

You don't need to ask to know that the button-sized device just now is actually a magical item that can discharge electricity.

Anyone who eats it can activate it at any time with the remote control and release a lethal electric current.

You have to know that this is in the internal organs of the digestive system.

Once it starts, it's worse than death.

In order to facilitate Farrow's infiltration and intelligence gathering, Zuo Si specially used his abilities to make some gadgets for assassination or threatening and controlling others.

But who would have thought that the first one would be used here.

Shemisaka endured the severe pain, raised her head and asked through gritted teeth: "Master? Do you have a second master besides me? Or have you been deceiving me through disguise?"

"Of course he has a master, and that's me."

Along with the familiar voice, Zuo Si, who had been hiding in the dark and watching the show for a long time, finally showed up and confiscated all the suspected magical items on Shemisaka at lightning speed.

This time, the Yugoloth had completely lost the possibility of escaping, and was held in the hands by the scruff of the neck like a house cat.

"You are Soth, the Lord of the Ninth Layer of Baator Hell?!"

Shemisaka was obviously not stupid and guessed Zuo Si's true identity at once.

After all, the only one who could get Gramil to cooperate in acting was Zuo Si, his immediate superior.

"You are very smart, smarter than I thought, but you are a little too greedy."

Zuo Si looked at this guy with great interest, who quite met the aesthetic standards of "Fruikong".

Especially when you pinch the furry fur, it feels very good and even gives you the illusion of petting a fox.

"What do you want?"

Shemisaka narrowed her eyes and cautiously tested it.

Zuo Si smiled and replied, "Not really, I just hope you can work for me. But this is not to ask for your opinion, but to inform you, that's all."

Before he finished speaking!

The planeswalker's spark suddenly became bright and dazzling, and Shemisaka seemed to sense a huge crisis and hurriedly struggled and resisted with all her might.

But it was all in vain.

With Zuo Si's current planeswalker level of LV31, it would be easy for him to crush a slightly higher-level Yoguru.

Eventually, the underworld queen of Sigil also became a summoned creature card.

As soon as the followers, mercenaries and hired adventurers saw their employer disappear, they immediately stopped fighting and scattered.

The devils followed and chased after the last one, and only calmed the situation down after they had chopped him into pieces.

As for the few who escaped, they had already done their best just to stay alive in the Chaos Sea, and there was no way they could go back and spread news or rumors.

(End of this chapter)