Chapter 410 Why are there more and more subordinates?
"Your Highness, Galahad has returned."
"Okay, let him rest and come back to me to report." The prince smiled and nodded to Youan.
The old butler nodded and then left the room.
The prince waited for a moment, making sure that his footsteps had gone far away, then he turned his head and looked into the air: "Do you think he believes it?"
"Not necessarily. But at least he is willing to work for us." The prince's soul sighed.
This was what he strongly requested. His butler Youan had seen through it at a glance that this "prince" was a fake. At that time, the situation in Blood Harbor was unstable, and Isabella chose to imprison Youan directly.
According to her idea, she should have killed him to eliminate the trouble, but the prince's soul disagreed and even tried to threaten her - although there was nothing she could use to threaten him.
But at least it made her laugh, Isabella was in a good mood, and Euan survived.
Now that there was no other voice in Blood Harbor, it didn't matter if he let Youan out, so the two of them worked together and acted out a scene in which a strange soul tried to take over his body, but was killed by him in return, so that Youan believed that the prince was now the prince.
"Okay, I don't have time to play these little games with you. How is the investigation of the Mother Goddess Church going?"
The desk in front of the two people had been replaced. It was much longer than the previous one, and it was also densely packed with various documents.
This is a new feature that Isabella recently developed. Although the prince's soul cannot affect the real world, it can view files.
For some matters that are highly confidential and not suitable for others to know, Isabella can ask the prince to help her deal with them.
Therefore, although the real prince is dead, there is more and more work to be done.
It is said that this is an advanced experience that Isabella learned from Castel.
It must be said that dead people are indeed more useful than living people. They are tireless, never get tired, don’t need to eat, drink or sleep, and can enjoy work to their heart’s content.
Every time Isabella woke up and saw the prince still working overtime, she felt refreshed.
As expected of Count Hughes, how could she not have thought of such a great invention? Why not build a monument in Blood Harbor as well? The prince had no sense of being exploited, and he honestly talked about the information he had compiled:
"I have summarized the information from various investigations, and the Mother Goddess Church does have some hidden secrets."
"What do you mean?"
"Isn't Mira the chief priestess of the Mother Goddess of Life? She seems to be a little inexperienced and doesn't know the greed of the [Mother of Kindness]. In order to gain power to help the believers, she fed too many souls to the [Mother of Kindness]."
"That's normal. The Church of the Mother Goddess of Life doesn't have any experienced priests. They are all consumables."
"She meant well, but unfortunately she went the wrong way."
Isabella didn't know what she was thinking of, and her face became a little grim: "Good intentions led to bad results? Then I would rather she never had good intentions."
The prince sighed.
"So she's out of control?"
"It's even worse than that. She was in turn controlled by the Mother. To be more precise, the entire Church of the Mother Goddess's followers were affected, and their emotions were amplified, causing them to sacrifice themselves one after another without fear of death."
Isabella was silent for a while, then slowly said, "Enlarge?"
"Yes, I have many interrogation records of believers here. They had already gotten rid of the influence of the Mother, but were still willing to sacrifice. They were just not as determined and fearless."
After the prince finished speaking, a trace of confusion appeared on his face: "I don't quite understand why they chose to die for an evil god?"
Isabella pursed her lips: "Because no one else helped them."
The room fell silent.
After a long time, Isabella rubbed her forehead and spoke again: “So what did Mira do wrong?”
"She tried to suppress the growth of the Mother and feed it with her own soul instead of the believers. This was successful at first. After all, she was a transcendent and her soul was much stronger than the believers."
"But the evil god didn't just devour souls, it was constantly assimilating believers. She didn't realize she was being controlled, and just thought everything was going to succeed."
"She really thought that sacrificing her soul would satisfy the appetite of the Mother. Although this would cause the Mother Goddess Church to be leaderless, she also found a good destination for these believers."
"Castel?"
"How do you know?" The prince was a little surprised.
"Apart from that island, where else can she call home? No wonder she was so active in contacting the outside world. It turns out she knew she was going to die."
"Yes, it was a great sacrifice. He found a bright future for his followers, but he himself died on the eve of dawn. Unfortunately, it was all an illusion."
"Died in the darkness before dawn." Isabella murmured to herself, not knowing what she was thinking.
"We all know what happened next. The huge [Mother] that had grown to be so huge brought destruction to Blood Harbor. This is the truth of everything."
No one spoke in the room anymore, only soft sighs could be heard.
Boom boom boom.
A knock on the door interrupted their thoughts, and Galahad opened the door: "Your Highness?"
Then his eyes fell on the extended and enlarged desk, with a puzzled expression: "What's going on?"
The prince stood up from his chair, smiling: "It's just a small improvement, don't worry, you may have a chance to experience it in the future."
Galahad shuddered inexplicably. He was obviously a supernatural being, so why did he feel a little afraid when facing the prince, a mortal?
Is this the legendary king's temperament? "Galahad, you came back just in time. How is Castel doing?"
Galahad's expression straightened up. "I brought Lady Nora's head over. Count Hughes immediately mobilized the troops and seemed to be preparing to attack."
The prince nodded, which was consistent with his judgment. Not to mention Zeus, even he wanted to send troops to flatten the North when he saw the head that was sent.
So he tore up the covenant without hesitation and cut the ties immediately, fearing that it would be too late and Zeus would misunderstand.
"Do they need any help? I remember that Castel's ships are not very reliable. We still have some ships that can be used."
At this point, the prince couldn't help but sigh. The navy couldn't be built by just spending money and resources. When he was still the queen, he had placed high hopes on the imperial navy, but in the end it was no match for the army.
Therefore, the prince understood the difficulties that Hughes faced in shipbuilding, and even wanted to comfort him, feeling somewhat of sympathy.
"They have a new ship coming up soon, so they should not be short of ships. I heard there is another big project that is in the demonstration stage and may not be approved."
"A big project? How big can it be?" The prince curled his lips. "It's just a ship. It's not like I haven't built one before."
(End of this chapter)
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