Chapter 485: Submission

In the study, Rivigaz sat upright, carefully flipping through the pages of potion names.

After reading it twice, he smiled bitterly:

“Your Majesty, Madam, many of these materials are controlled by the Church. I cannot make any promises regarding large-scale supply.

If you want to get approval for these strategic materials, you must go through His Majesty Andre."

Eliza nodded slightly and said:

“I think if Your Excellency meets His Majesty Andre, this matter will definitely be facilitated.

The news of my husband's advancement to Stigma Gold should not have reached the Kingdom of Hinterland yet, right?"

Her implication was obvious: no one would fail to show respect to a god.

A few days ago, she learned from her husband that the five gods, the Lord of Fire, the God of Knowledge, the God of Harvest, the God of Life and the Lord of Storms, most likely have no hope of returning.

As the Pope of the Church of the Lord of Storms, Andre should have vaguely sensed something.

Rivigaz pursed his lips and spoke slowly: "I have sent out a carrier pigeon with the news of His Majesty's advancement, and it will take time to send it back to the church's secret base.

How about this? I will personally go back to the Kingdom of Hinterland and present your request to His Majesty, but I cannot guarantee how far I can accomplish it."

Rivergaz felt very safe staying in a city where gods lived. In order to stay here for a long time, he decided to go back. Whether the matter would be successful or not was another matter, but he must maintain a correct attitude.

The special effects of the magic circle in the city of Shattrath have been noticed by all the extraordinary people living here. It is a good place that can accelerate the growth of the source of life and improve one's own recovery ability. No extraordinary person is willing to leave.

He has decided to let his youngest son believe in the new god, which may leave a way out for the Sparrow family.

Eliza glanced at her husband and nodded imperceptibly.

Clown took out a blue potion, handed it over, and said with a smile:

“If I can get a sufficient supply of materials, I am willing to exchange this medicine with your Chamber of Commerce.

This is a new potion I developed, called 'Storm Sea', and it is a fifth-tier potion. As for its efficacy, I believe His Majesty Andre will know it after a little testing."

The potion can maximize the effect of the Rune Storm Diamond, and its significance to the Church of the Lord of Storms is even greater. He is not worried that Andre will refuse, and the only thing left is to negotiate for the sake of interests.

Rivigaz took the rune crystal bottle suspiciously and looked at it carefully.

In the liquid as pure as sapphire, a flash of lightning would occasionally appear, but there was nothing special about it.

He put the crystal bottle into the space ring, stood up and said goodbye:

"I'll go back and prepare, and leave tonight."

Eliza smiled and said, "Bon voyage!"

After Rivigaz left, Crown said, "Arrange your affairs and make time to reach the fifth level."

"I will arrange everything tomorrow and adjust my condition. Where do you think is a good place for me to reach level five?"

“In the valley at the back mountain, I will send the others away. With the Flame Dragon, Silver Dragon, and my protection, nothing can disturb you.

Come on, if you fail to advance, my three pets will surpass you."

The crow, the black cat and the giant bear of the north have already completed their accumulation. They only need an opportunity to cross over to the fifth level. If they fail to do so, they will most likely be reduced to ashes.

Among them, the Northern Giant Bear has the best foundation, after all, it is the bloodline of a high-level magical beast, but he is not sure whether the Crow and the Black Cat can be upgraded to the fifth level.

The visualization method gave them unlimited possibilities, but these two were just ordinary bloodlines, and it was not easy to break the shackles of bloodline.

In the next stage, he plans to research potions that can increase the success rate of Fujin and Bast's advancement. The two pets have been with him for many years, especially the crow, which is his first pet.

Eliza smiled and said, "I'm not worried. Although the Golden Light Mantra can be practiced on tamed animals, I have communicated with Gugu and found that the effect of visualization on it is much worse than that on humans."

"Really? Looks like I have to give you some strength.

Wait until you finish the advancement, and I will let Arcturus advance as well."

Luther and Wellington, father and son, sat opposite each other, both with solemn expressions.

The news that Clown had advanced to Stigma Gold had spread throughout the territory, and many people were watching the attitude of the Saxon family.

Wellington smiled bitterly:

"Father, perhaps it was a mistake to move our family here. Now we are in a confrontation with the Duke of the North, and there is almost no room for maneuver."

He was thinking that if the family had gone somewhere else, things wouldn't be as delicate as they are now.

Luther sighed and shook his head:

“Ever since I learned that the city of Bligh had become a ruin, I had a feeling that there would come a day when it would be almost impossible for the Saxon family to regain its glory.

Even if there was no Crown, there would be others who would challenge the authority of the royal family.

The family's power has been greatly damaged. This is an indisputable fact. The royal power is not eternal."

His voice was full of melancholy, like autumn leaves withering and falling in the cold wind.

Wellington looked at his father's weathered hair, opened his mouth, but ultimately lowered his head and said nothing.

The situation is stronger than people, and it is meaningless to say anything.

"In fact, I have figured it out a long time ago. Instead of maintaining the so-called royal glory, it is better to accept our fate openly.

The birth of a god is bound to be accompanied by blood and rain. In a sense, the weakening of the family is a good thing. At least we won't have a sharp confrontation with Clown."

He paused, looked at his most outstanding son, and said slowly, word by word:

"Do you think that if we renounce our royal status, will we get a better outcome?"

"No, Father, I don't think that's right."

Wellington was a little excited, "We can leave Shattrath and find another place to stay.

If we give up our royal status, it will be difficult to pick it up again, but if we retain our royal status, we still have a hope of becoming great again.

Most believers still believe in their ancestors. "

He knew very well that if he gave up this honor, the Saxon family would be no different from other families.

But as long as the nominal orthodoxy is maintained, the legal rule over the Kingdom of Farouk can still be maintained.

"Child, you are still too young and have not experienced the unpredictable nature of human nature.

If there is no threat from the evil god, I support what you said, but if we leave Shattrath, there will be no relatively safe place in the kingdom.

Besides, if we move to another city, the first people who will object will probably be the cardinals.

The Saxon family no longer has much power that other high-level extraordinary people fear, but the family’s wealth and various secret techniques are coveted.

If we declare that we are no longer the royal family of the kingdom, then there will be no conflict between us and Clown, at least on the surface.

With this token of allegiance, not only will Crown not be able to suppress us, but it will protect our interests instead.

If our family is targeted even though we have shown loyalty, it will be extremely detrimental to his ability to win people's hearts in the future.

In that case, if Clown wants to promote the new church, he will have to share the power of other cardinals. The power of the golden rank of the Stigmata will not allow them to resist, but there will inevitably be a series of confrontations in secret.

Instead, the Saxon family will stay away from the vortex of right and wrong and slowly grow stronger.

If we can’t be the first family in the kingdom, being the second family is not bad either.”

Luther spoke a lot of things earnestly, analyzing the pros and cons calmly like an outsider.

Finally, he held his chest and said:

“If the tragedy in Bligh had not happened, the rulers of the Farouk Kingdom would still be the Saxon family.

But there are no ifs in the world. The prosperity of the past has become a thing of the past. We must be based on reality and cannot live in the dream of the past glory. "

"But father, when the ancestors return and see their glory discarded by their unworthy descendants, what will they feel?"

Luther looked at the last bit of stubbornness in his son's eyes, his eyes moistened slightly. He turned his head and sighed, "These past few days I have carefully sorted out what happened before the city of Bly became a ruin, and came up with a guess that I cannot accept no matter what."

His voice was low and sad. "The evil god who destroyed St. Peter's Basilica is most likely the ancestor himself."

"This is impossible," Wellington stood up suddenly, his voice suddenly raised a lot, he couldn't believe his father's guess at all, "There must be something wrong, right? Father, please say something, okay?!"

Luther was silent for a long time.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Wellington slumped in the chair, all his energy and spirit disappeared without a trace as he sat down. He knew that his father had rebuilt the magic circle that could contact the ancestors two days ago. Such remarks today showed that his father was very sure that what he said was true.

The next day, Crown ate a few bites of breakfast and then walked out of the restaurant.

Eating breakfast is just a habit now, and the energy provided by the food is negligible for him.

The reason he was still eating breakfast was because he didn't want Eliza to feel that the distance between them was getting far.

Seeing him coming out, Lord walked up quickly:

"Your Majesty, Lord Luther said he has something important to discuss with you and is currently waiting in the living room."

Clown paused for a moment and said:

“It’s not easy for the Saxon family, with only Prince Luther left to support them.

Please invite him to the study and we will talk slowly."

He had a vague idea of ​​the other party's intention, and this was what he hoped to see.

The reception location is in the study, which has a different meaning. He has released his goodwill, and it depends on whether the other party can understand it.

"I'll go and ask him right away."

Lord bowed slightly, turned and left.

Crown quickly returned to the study and said:

"Billy, open a bottle of moonshine and fill two glasses."

The servant did what he was told quickly, and then said:

"Your Majesty, I will wait at the door. Please tell me if you have anything else to say."

He knew that the talks would involve confidential information, so he took the initiative to avoid it.

Crown called him: "Billy, how many years have you been with me?"

"In reply to Your Majesty, it has been almost five years."

“Five years, time has passed so quickly.

I see that you have accumulated enough life essence now. Have you thought about preparing for the fourth level?"

Clown felt that he had advanced to the level of a god, and his personal servant was considered his confidant. It would be too shabby if he didn't advance to the level of silver.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I have already made preparations. The only material I am missing is mithril.

There are many people who have reached my level in the territory now. The materials for the sublimation array are in short supply, especially mithril. The demand is too great. Although the alchemy workshop has been working overtime to supply it, it is still far from meeting the demand. "

“You’re short of mithril. I’ll keep an eye on it for you and try to get you promoted to silver as soon as possible.

I hope that by the time I announce the establishment of a new church to the entire continent next year, you will have achieved the silver rank."

If the other party has not advanced by then, he will have to consider changing a servant.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will do my best to get to Silver."

Billy was ecstatic. If he had to rely on himself to collect the money slowly, he didn't know how long he would have to wait.

He understood that only by advancing to the silver level could he truly be considered the Duke's confidant.

Klauen nodded slightly and waved his hand to signal the other party that he could leave.

Billy turned and left, closing the door softly.

Soon, Luther came to the study under the guidance of the butler.

After bringing the guests in, the butler turned and left, leaving only two people in the study.

Clown said enthusiastically: "I was too busy some time ago and never found the time to have a good talk with the prince. Today we have the opportunity, let's drink together."

"It's my fault that I haven't come to visit Your Majesty."

Luther took the wine glass handed to him, drank it all, and then said, "To be honest, I came here today to discuss with Your Majesty whether the Saxon family should stay or go."

Crown took a sip of his wine and gestured for someone to come in.

Luther took a deep breath and spoke calmly:

“Your Majesty, the destruction of the city of Blaine means that the glory of the Saxon family has been blown away by the wind, and the approaching footsteps of the evil god have cast a shadow over the world.

As a royal family, the Saxon family is unable to defend the kingdom's land and protect its people. They have lost their royal glory.

I am going to announce to the nation that the Saxon family is no longer a royal family, and let the fate of the kingdom be handed over to those who can protect it."

After saying this, he let out a sigh of relief.

After a brief silence, Clown said:

"The Lord of Fire has not yet arrived, and the Saxon family still has hope. If you do this, I'm afraid your ancestors will not agree."

"hehe."

Luther smiled bitterly, closed his eyes sadly, and slowly opened them after a few seconds:

"Your Majesty, to be honest, I rebuilt the magic circle that can communicate with my ancestors, trying to get in touch with the gods."

After a moment's silence, he continued:

"That day was a red moon night. Based on previous experience, I should be able to get in touch with the ancestors within ten minutes. However, I tried hard all night but received no response. Only the sound of snowflakes accompanied me."

He knelt on one knee and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, I am willing to lead the Saxon family to follow you, only to be able to better continue the family.

From now on, the Saxon family will be the sword in your hand, and your will will be our mission."

(End of this chapter)