Chapter 437: Iron-Blooded Marshal Horatio
Carl very calmly touched the pale white bubbles with his mind, and soon he sensed something contained in them.
That is the power of faith that exists in many prayers.
He soon discovered that the bubbles contained some idea that the man wanted.
To be precise, it was suspected to be some kind of wish of that believer.
He could sense from the bubbles that the believer hoped to obtain a special third-level supernatural material called "Flame White Honey" so that he could evolve the ant-type monster he was secretly raising.
Although the act of secretly raising magical beasts is denied and prohibited by the Orthodox Church, there have been more and more deviant things happening in recent years.
The Fisher family and the Dawn Order themselves have raised many magical beasts through the extraordinary people of the Path of Nature, but most of them are on the islands of the White Sea and are not easily noticed by outsiders.
After Carl learned of the believer's wish, he tentatively issued an oracle to the priest of the Dawn Order near Kernas, and soon the other party gave the believer the extraordinary material.
After the believer obtained the necessary extraordinary materials and fed them to the magical beast he secretly raised, the magical beast indeed underwent a drastic evolutionary reaction.
From the "Fire Spirit Ant" which was originally only at the upper level of the origin, it evolved into the "Crazy Ant" which is at the lower level of qualitative change.
After seeing this scene, the believer could not help but burst into tears of gratitude, and kept thanking the great Lord of the Lost.
"Great Lord of the Lost, thank you for your mercy and gifts!"
A bubble appeared above his head again. This time the pale white bubble gradually turned into gold, and then burst completely.
At the same time, Carl suddenly felt that he had changed into a pious man who was willing to sacrifice everything for the "Great Lost Lord".
Very good situation.
Carl also discovered something very important, that is, the believer himself actually did not know that he had the desire to "need some extraordinary material."
He just hoped that the magical beast he secretly raised would evolve.
"Understood."
In fact, the appearance of the bubble was not due to what he thought in his mind, but to his own "foresight".
"I see. My new ability is to be able to 'foresee the future of believers' in advance and directly perceive the things that believers need most..."
"If it can be satisfied, the believer's piety will increase greatly, or even become a new pious person directly."
This matter is very important. First of all, every time a "big move" is released, the pious person needs to burn his own life, so it is undoubtedly very important to have a sufficient number of pious people.
"The lives of one devout person after another paved the way for the Dawn Order and my resurrection."
"But their sacrifices were all voluntary, and they will indeed be compensated in the afterlife... so there is absolutely no problem, and it can even be said to be generous treatment."
Carl thought silently that there was another very important point about the ability he just had. As long as he made good use of the power of "foreseeing the future", it would be enough for the Fisher family and the Dawn Cult to avoid many disasters.
A few days later.
Carl turned his attention back to Darren and Christine.
Several days had passed since the ambush in Valer, and Darren had no intention of stopping. He was just preparing to rush to the Loen Empire to communicate with their big backer.
Darren, Christine and others are very clear about one thing: no matter what, the four eastern countries are still just four important pieces on the chessboard of the Oden continent.
If you want to win the next war, you still have to fully consider the ideas of the chess players. Without the gods, the Loen Empire is the truly most powerful chess player.
Of course, they also believe that behind the so-called "chess players" there is the great Lord of the Lost, who is able to completely overturn the chessboard.
Carl watched everything unfold silently.
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Darren was still wearing black clothes as usual. He took a steam train and calmly followed the railway to Valere. He then changed trains in Valere and finally arrived at Kernas, the capital of the Loen Empire.
It is obvious that the city has become highly industrialized.
The sun shone through the clouds and onto the cobblestone streets, giving the city a golden glow.
Once upon a time, the capital of Lorne was also known as the Fog City, but later the Apocalypses worked together to completely remove the smog, restoring the entire city to its former beauty.
Basically every ten years, the environment of the capital of Loen would be cleaned up by several Apocalypses.
The people of Lorn on the streets are busy with their lives.
Businessmen dressed in neat clothes and carrying heavy briefcases hurriedly shuttled between banks, stock exchanges and major companies with quick and firm steps, their eyes revealing the desire for success.
The workers had just walked out of the factory, with a hint of fatigue on their faces, but more of them were looking forward to returning home and looking forward to dinner.
They wore plain work clothes and either walked along familiar routes towards home or went to nearby pubs to drink and chat loudly with their fellow workers.
"Such a city..."
Soon Darren in the carriage arrived at the rich area and found that the surrounding environmental index had increased significantly, and there were obviously more flowers and plants.
On the streets of the wealthy areas, all kinds of horse-drawn carriages and four-wheeled steam carriages are constantly passing by, carrying noble ladies to afternoon tea parties. The coachmen skillfully steer the vehicles through the crowded streets. The shops and stalls along the streets are also very busy, displaying a variety of goods, and customers carefully select their favorite items and bargain with the shop owners.
The whole of Kernas is driven by an invisible force, and everyone is busy and struggling for life.
It is the city of all cities and also the city of dreams! For almost everyone on the continent of Oden, this city is full of infinite possibilities and hopes!
Finally, there were fewer and fewer people outside.
Darren knew the reason very well, it was because the carriage was getting closer and closer to the core of the city.
Imperial city.
The royal family of the Loen Empire has always been a powerful divine blood family, a supreme family. Their family possesses many top bloodlines, even including the dual divine blood of Prideful Sun and Redemption, so the probability of the extraordinary people in the family awakening the power of divine blood is very high.
Finally we arrived at the core of Kernnas and saw the palace.
It seems to be a treasure of art carved by the wisdom of all the people of Loen, and every inch of it exudes dignity and elegance!
The palace is constructed entirely of flawless white marble. It looks like a huge cloud gently landing on earth, or like a crystal clear iceberg, shining with a soft and dazzling light under the sunlight.
Each piece of marble has been carefully selected and polished, with a surface as smooth as a mirror that can reflect the blue sky and white clouds as well as the surrounding scenery, making the entire building seem to be suspended between heaven and earth, both solemn and mysterious.
“Please stop!”
Darren was stopped as soon as he approached, and soon he showed a token of Viscount Johnville. The guards outside the palace asked him to wait for a while and then took the token away.
Ten minutes later, the guard returned and handed the token back to Darren Fisher, who was waiting.
"Please follow me. Remember not to wander around. There are many barriers and magic arrays in the palace. If you wander around, something bad might happen."
Darren nodded slightly, thinking that it was not so much that he was afraid of something bad happening, but rather that he was afraid of discovering some secrets belonging to the Lorne royal family.
He walked into the gate of the Royal Palace of the Loen Empire, and what came into view was a wide and straight avenue, with carefully trimmed green trees and blooming flowers on both sides. At the end of the avenue was a magnificent complex of palaces, staggered and layered.
Inside the palace, the white marble floor is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting soft lights and exquisite decorations, making people feel as if they are in a dreamlike world. The walls are inlaid with gold, silver, jewelry and gems, shining brightly, complementing the white marble, and the ceiling is painted with exquisite murals.
Carl's consciousness also followed Darren in observing everything around him.
He felt very urgently that there must be forbidden objects in this palace that he had never seen before. Those were definitely forbidden objects with single-digit numbers, and they were too attractive to him!
"Unfortunately, there is no way to take it away from here for the time being... The power of that forbidden item is a bit too terrifying. It is much stronger than the forbidden items with two-digit numbers!"
Carl stared in one direction of the palace, and felt that the surrounding area was filled with the aura of that incident, which was completely tempting to him!
Finally Darren came to a hall and stopped.
There was already a man waiting for him here.
Before he saw him, Darren was completely unaware of the other person's existence, but the moment he saw him, he felt a very terrifying and disturbing aura.
how so?
He seemed to have returned to the time when he was still a mortal. When facing the man in front of him, he couldn't help but feel fear rising from deep in his heart!
"You're finally here, Duke Darren Fisher. Very good. You're not late even for a minute. Instead, you're ten minutes early, but not too much early."
"Well, I like your style."
He was a man standing at the pinnacle of history, his appearance was as firm and profound as a sculpture, revealing an extraordinary leadership temperament.
The strongest man in the Loen Empire.
Iron-blooded Marshal!
Horatio Wesley!
He was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a thick back. He had short hair, silver-gray with a few strands of unyielding black, which was meticulously combed. He had a broad forehead, and deep wisdom condensed between his brows. His eyes were sharp like an eagle, as if he was looking directly into the deepest fears and desires in people's hearts.
Horatio had a high nose, his lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and he had a perfectly trimmed beard on his chin.
Majesty and maturity.
Those are the two best words to describe him!
He was wearing a custom-made marshal's uniform, with its golden epaulettes gleaming in the sun. His chest was covered with medals and awards, each one a testimony to his bravery and fearlessness in countless battles.
"Darren Fisher, His Majesty the Emperor and the Prime Minister are still at the banquet. They will be here soon."
"When the time comes, you need to report everything to us."
"Report?"
Darren listened to the word, muttered to himself, shook his head slightly, and thought silently.
Marshal Horatio obviously heard his voice, looked at him and nodded, and said calmly: "Don't forget, Darren Fisher, Syat is just one of our many chess pieces."
"So you need to make a report, just like you would to someone higher up."
Darren nodded and said, "Of course I know this, Marshal Horatio. There is no doubt that the Fisher family and the entire Siat are pawns of the Loen Empire. We will fight for the interests of His Majesty the Emperor of Loen and defeat and seize those Eastern countries for the sake of His Majesty the Emperor of Loen."
He paused, then continued with a smile: "However, whether it is a chess piece or a soldier, they need sufficient compensation to have sufficient combat effectiveness."
"In order for us to have a strong driving force, in order to bring real benefits to the Luo En Empire, and in order for all your previous investments not to be completely wasted, Marshal, I still hope that you can provide more assistance."
Horatio was silent for a while, then sneered and said, "Haha, almost every puppet and chess piece will talk like this, but why does the Loen Empire have to care about you so much?"
Darren nodded and immediately said:
"The reason is very simple. It's because of the situation I sent someone to deliver a letter a few days ago to inform you... The puppet you supported in Valere has been captured, and there is a high possibility that the people in Valere will completely turn against the Seven Lights."
"If the Loen Empire abandons Siat now and sits back and watches Siat being destroyed by the three kingdoms, the entire eastern part of the Oden Continent will become the territory of the Qiyao Empire!"
Marshal Horatio's expression did not change, as if he was not affected at all.
In fact, rather than whether the Loen Empire could make a profit, the fact that the Qiyao Empire's sphere of influence had greatly increased made him feel more uncomfortable.
It doesn’t matter what happens to those people from the four eastern countries, even if they all die, but Marshal Horatio is concerned about every move of the Seven Stars Empire, his arch-enemy.
If the four eastern countries were really allowed to fall within the scope of the Seven Stars, they would be able to control more places that could produce extraordinary materials. In time, the Seven Stars Empire would definitely have more extraordinary monarchs than before, and if there was one more Apocalypse among them, many of the advantages of the Loen Empire would be wiped out.
no!
We must not let that group of Qiyao people succeed!
Marshal Horatio paced back and forth for a moment, then suddenly stared at Darren Fisher and said calmly:
"You are very clever, Duke Fisher of Syat."
"For us, the Loen people, we already have more than enough. Even if we have one more Syat as a pawn, or one less Syat, it will not make any substantial changes to the empire."
"However, the Seven Stars are indeed what all Lorn people hate the most in their hearts."
Darren didn't say anything, just smiled. His provocation just now was not even an open conspiracy, he was just analyzing the facts.
It is difficult to deceive such a person, the only way is to guide his thoughts.
Marshal Horatio was able to understand the logic in an instant.
He said coldly: "Although I know you are using rhetoric, I have to admit that you are right. The current situation is indeed like this. We, the Lorn people, cannot give up on you, Syat."
"Valer has let us down so badly..."
Marshal Horatio suddenly exerted a powerful aura, causing Darren's face to change drastically in an instant.
"Well, Duke Fisher of Syat, I hope you can show enough strength! You Syat must win this war!"
(End of this chapter)
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