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.”
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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 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.
But the problem is that the lich in front of him who can quietly pass through many magical protections without setting off any alarms is none other than the leader of the Entangled Symbol - Ragon.
The gap between the two sides' strength and experience in spell duels is as huge as heaven and earth.
Kalaya even felt that even if she and her chief mentor joined forces, they would not be able to hold out against this powerful legendary lich for more than ten minutes.
So in just two or three seconds, she immediately put on a different expression, suppressed the resentment of having the artifact fragments taken away, and bowed respectfully.
"Master, when did you come? Why didn't you inform me so that I could prepare in advance?"
"If I had informed you in advance, I'm afraid you wouldn't have been able to see this small piece of artifact fragment."
Ragon fiddled with the test tube in his hand and carefully observed the metal particles inside that were constantly changing shape.
Although he had heard of this strange substance before, he had never thought that just a small amount of it could strengthen the magic web to such an extent.
"How could that be? I was planning to hand it over to His Majesty Soth in exchange for more magical knowledge." Kalaya quickly defended herself.
After all, when you live under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
Now her every move was controlled by these powerful and terrifying legendary undead spellcasters, and she had no capital to resist or bargain at all.
What's more, the red-robed wizard was taught that weakness is the original sin and that one must do whatever it takes to survive.
Ragon undoubtedly sensed the truest thoughts in the bald female mage's heart, and deliberately said in a nonchalant tone: "Don't bother, I will hand over this fragment to the owner for you.
In addition, I must remind you that it is best to stop all long outings from today on.
Because Sazastan is about to start the plan to eliminate dissidents.
He will find ways to kill those chiefs who oppose him, to ensure that he can concentrate all his efforts, without having to spend every day arguing and pulling each other's legs like before. "
"What? Sazastan is ready to take action? Who will be his first target?"
Kalaya's expression suddenly became extremely serious and nervous.
Although her teacher had a good relationship with the most powerful chief of the necromancy department, no one could guarantee that he would not suddenly take action against her.
The internal fights among the red-robed wizards often require surprise attacks.
Many times, those guys who don’t seem to be enemies are the murderers who suddenly jump out and launch the fatal attack.
"Relax, Sazastan's chosen target is not you and your mentor, but Aznar Sruul who has repeatedly opposed him in the parliament. And I need you to do something."
While speaking, Lagon took out a few letters and placed them on the table. The implication of his words was self-evident.
He wanted to thoroughly muddy the water in Sel, which was not very clean to begin with, and then take advantage of it to achieve his own goals.
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On the other side, far away in this universe is the most extremely chaotic plane - the Chaos Sea.
Glamir, the Devil of Pleasure, was suffering from unprecedented weakness and pain, patiently waiting for Shemisaka's arrival.
Not only her, but the other devils around her had similar reactions.
I guess they are all cursing and swearing at this damn Yug'groth in their hearts, and want to skin it alive and pull out its tendons to experience the art of torture of Baator Hell.
To be precise, anyone who is not of the chaotic camp and comes to this place will experience strong discomfort in terms of senses and perception.
The situation is particularly serious for the opposing lawful camp.
What’s even worse is that this chosen unlucky place underwent three drastic changes in a very short period of time, so that the surrounding environment has become unrecognizable.
The demons weren't even sure Shemisaka could actually be found.
In addition, the occasional Slaad passing by in the distance also made everyone nervous.
Compared to this creature that exudes a chaotic nature in its bones, the abyss demon can be considered orderly.
After all, the bloody battle lasted for such a long time, the demons were at least able to effectively transport troops to the front line, and they still had some basic organizational capabilities.
No one knows how these large humanoid toads will react after encountering Slaad, let alone whether there is a quasi-divine lord hiding behind them.
In short, the unknown and unpredictable are the characteristics of the chaotic sea.
A trip here will never be short of surprises, and of course, there may be shocks.
Maybe the only friendly creatures are the Githyanki’s own brothers, the Githzerai, whom they hate second only to the mind flayers.
It is said that these guys possess a kind of psychic power that can temporarily stabilize the erratic matter and energy in the Chaos Sea to form an area suitable for living.
But the numbers of the Githzerai are too few.
Trying to encounter one in a place as big as the Chaos Sea is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Just when Glamir was beginning to get a little impatient, the team led by Shemisaka finally appeared.
The latter had obviously made sufficient preparations, not only bringing with them a large number of tiefling followers, but also many temporarily hired adventurers and mercenaries, totaling more than a thousand people.
Some of them had wounds on their bodies, obviously having been through a fierce battle.
When she saw the devil with an obviously unhappy look on his face, Shemisaka immediately put on an attentive look and walked forward quickly, bowing gracefully with one hand on his chest.
"Ah! I guess you must be the exclusive secretary of Lord Soth, the Lord of the Ninth Layer of the Great Hell, right?
My name is Shemishaka, and as you can see I'm a yugoloth, currently running a small business in Sigil.
Thanks to the guidance of the great Lord Soth and the pharmaceutical factory under the Succubus Queen Mecanthust, otherwise a small businessman like me would have no chance to make so much money.
This is just a small token of my appreciation, please accept it."
While she was talking, the underworld queen of Sigil City took out a dozen soul prisms that she had prepared in advance and stuffed them into the hands of the Delight Demon.
She had obviously already inquired about Gramir's identity and status, so she knew what price she would have to pay to please a devil of this level.
Although Shemisaka felt a little painful to give away so many soul prisms at once, he decided to spend the money decisively.
Sensing the number of souls emitting pain and despair in these prisms, Glamir's originally ugly expression finally improved a little, and he said straight to the point: "Tell me, what do you want from me? I have to make it clear in advance that we never give credit here, you must pay enough."
"Of course. I have made purchases many times before and I know the rules of the Ninth Layer of Hell. But there is one thing. This time I want to use your secret portal in Sigil to deliver the goods as quickly as possible. Is that okay?"
Shemisaka quickly made her request.
As the City of Ten Thousand Doors, Sigil can be said to have portals connecting to all other planes.
Some of them were formed by accident, while others were opened by the Lady of Pain.
But these portals all have one characteristic, which is that they are very unstable and like to change positions randomly.
Whoever can find the location of the portal in time can sell it as a commodity to those in need.
Often, you can get thousands or even tens of thousands of gold coins in one transaction.
There are many unscrupulous businessmen and information dealers who make a fortune by selling portals.
Almost every sufficiently powerful force has at least dozens or even hundreds of secret portals at its disposal.
And Baator happens to be one of them.
This can be seen from the extremely stable number of demons in Sigil.
Even if a conflict or even a war occurs and the number of devils decreases sharply, they can quickly recover after a few days.
All thanks to the portal.
"Of course. As long as you are willing to pay the expensive portal fee, why should I refuse?"
Gramir's mouth corners slightly raised in a playful smile.
In her eyes, this yugoloth was already a prey with a rope around its neck from the moment it appeared.
What you need to do is to check again and again before taking action to make sure that the other party does not have any high-level magic items or even artifacts that can instantly complete cross-dimensional teleportation.
Shemisaka obviously didn't realize that this was a trap. When she heard that she could use the portal, she immediately laughed happily: "Hahahaha! Thank you for your generosity and kindness. I knew it would be a pleasure to do business with you. In this case, how about we sign a contract?"
"You want to sign a contract?"
Gramir stared at the other person as if he were a fool.
"Yeah, is there a problem?"
Shemishaka said with a hint of doubt in her tone.
"Of course there is a problem. Don't you know that in Baator, all contracts must be enforced?" Glamir asked back righteously.
Her question instantly confused Shemisha Kagan. She stared at him with her fox-like eyes for a few seconds, then quickly reacted and her face changed drastically.
"You...you have no intention of completing this deal with me? You just want to rob your fellow thieves!"
Gramiel stretched out a finger and shook it gently: "No, no, no, it's not a case of thieves eating thieves.
Although the Soul Prism and the amazing wealth in your hand are indeed tempting, it is not worth it for me to show up in person.
In fact, we have only one goal from the beginning, and that is you.
Because as long as we control you, it is equivalent to controlling half of the underground world of Sigil and a huge intelligence network.
Now, are you ready to serve Lord Soth, the Lord of the Ninth Layer of Hell?"
"Don't even think about it! I won't give in to anyone!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Shemisaka immediately began to retreat and made an attacking gesture to the large number of men behind him.
The next second...
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)
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