Overall, Annan was very satisfied with this little witch. When she held great power and authority, countless people would envy her and regard her as an enemy, but naturally there would also be many people who worshipped her and regarded her as an idol. Hapi was one of the latter.

Originally, Ha Pi was just an ordinary clerk who entered the Construction Bureau through an examination, but An Nan noticed this girl who had eyes full of admiration for her. She gave Ha Pi opportunities to make contributions step by step, and Ha Pi lived up to her appreciation, completing tasks perfectly every time, and even accurately guessing her intentions, "privately" doing some dirty work that was inconvenient for her. As a result, she was promoted to the thirteenth witch of the Construction Bureau with the background of an unpopular branch of a medium-sized family.

An Nan naturally wondered if Ha Pi was faking it, but even if she was, what did it matter? How many capable and honest people were there in this world? If Ha Pi was really an ambitious actress who tried her best to please An Nan, it meant that she had placed her fate in An Nan's hands. Why should An Nan be worried?

As long as they are comfortable and effective, they are good subordinates. Moreover, An Nan is preparing to attack the consortium, and now she needs a sharp knife without blood and tears. A "henchman" like Ha Pi who is willing to obey her orders unconditionally is far more practical than an upright "pillar".

Annan specifically showed Hapi the evidence of the Sithis family's crimes to test whether she had the ability to be a knife. Annan was very satisfied with the result. Although Hapi and her father had always had a cold relationship, after she became the thirteenth witch, her father repeatedly tried to repair the relationship and tried to pull her back into the family.

Ha Pi took on the task of punishing her family without hesitation, which meant that she had no intention of returning to her family and was single-mindedly putting her life and future on the witch's political establishment. This was the knife that An Nan needed, and the knife was still sheathed, but it couldn't cut off the stubborn disease of the gospel.

"Chief Witch."

"chief."

An Nan arrived at the banquet hall, and everyone nodded and greeted him wherever he passed. This was a buffet banquet, and the guests walked around freely. It was not a formal visit, but the Blood Moon envoys could not make an official visit. As the first state exchange between the two countries, only the Queen was qualified to receive them. Now the Queen could not come out for some unspeakable reasons, so the meeting between the two countries' high-level officials could only be changed to this more casual form.

She saw three Blood Moon people in the center of the hall at a glance, two men and one woman. The petite boy among them had a big snow-white tail, obviously from the Moon Shadow tribe. The orc youth with ape arms and wasp waist and the cold elf woman both had a pair of blood-red eyes, nothing could better highlight their identity as the Blood Saint tribe.

"Chief, please allow me to introduce you."

Annan's mother, Qinna, the second witch of the Political Construction Bureau, said, "This is Merda, the deputy director of the Blood Sin Institute and diplomatic ambassador, Dudu, the commercial counselor, and Bishop Sylvan of the Beloved Church."

“Hello, Chief Witch!” The werewolf boy waved his hand vigorously and said crisply, “I’m Sylvain, just call me Sylvain!”

The elf Melda and the orc Dudu nodded slightly. Melda had a distant expression, while Dudu tried hard to force out a scary smile. An Nan was not surprised. After all, there had been no diplomatic affairs in the past thousand years. Now everyone was forced to do it. The real core institutions of the Blood Moon Kingdom were the research institute and the church. The Blood Crime Research Institute was one of the four major research institutes. The deputy director of the Blood Crime Institute served as a diplomatic envoy not because of her strong diplomatic ability, but because she was the most qualified person to make temporary decisions.

"Welcome to Gospel, I am the chief witch Annan Dolan." Annan looked at them and raised her eyebrows: "I hope you will enjoy Gospel."

"Of course, Gospel is a very wonderful country." Du Du said in a hoarse voice: "We also welcome the Chief Witch to visit the Blood Moon Kingdom."

"I will go. I have several friends who are from the Blood Moon Kingdom. I have always been curious about what kind of soil can cultivate such a magnificent soul."

"The friend you mentioned," Melda suddenly asked, "Are you referring to Ash Seath?"

The rustling sounds in the hall disappeared instantly, and the air seemed to have even cooled down a few degrees. Ever since the Five Kingdoms united, this name had become a taboo under everyone's tacit agreement, and no one discussed the legend that dominated the Weaving Festival a year ago.

"...Not just him." An Nan said meaningfully: "Why, is he also your friend? You seem to care about him a lot."

Melda said to herself, "The stars sent down a decree half a month ago. The demigod magician Ash and his followers were seriously injured and cursed. They must live in seclusion in the Five Kingdoms to heal their wounds. Those who provide effective information will receive God's blessing and even obtain supreme protection, step into the realm of God, and be ranked as angels."

An Nan's expression was a little subtle: "I thought you would stick to the Blood Moon belief for the time being..."

"Faith is a ladder for Blood Saint to ascend, and a rule for Moon Shadow to live. As long as the new faith gives Blood Saint a direction to move forward and provides guidance for Moon Shadow to do good, the blood moon or the stars makes no difference to us." Melda said, "Besides, the law of the jungle and the survival of the fittest is the law of nature and society. Since the Blood Moon Lord has abandoned us, why should we be attached to the dim blood moon?"

Among the four nations, Blood Moon was probably the fastest to accept the rule of the Stars, followed by Gospel, then the Abyss. The most intense resistance was in Paradise, where it was said that several cases of magicians committing suicide for their country had occurred. Although the ruling classes of Gospel and the Abyss were not so pious, they were somewhat concerned about whether the gods would one day strike back and whether they would be liquidated if they surrendered so quickly. Therefore, even if they accepted the rule of the Stars, they would try their best to retain traces of the old gods.

Only Blood Moon had no psychological burden, and welcomed the arrival of the stars almost smoothly. The reason for this was naturally because Blood Moon magicians were all profit-seeking people - it was not to say that magicians from other countries were not greedy, but the desires of Gospel, Abyss, and Paradise magicians would mostly involve family inheritance, immortality, etc. In short, they had weaknesses.

But in the highly atomized Blood Moon Kingdom, every Blood Moon magician is alone, without family or offspring, and even doesn't care about the future. The whole society is shrouded in an atmosphere of "living in the moment" and "living a life of drunkenness and dreams". Social competition is extremely cruel, and selfishness is almost the underlying logic engraved in their souls. Therefore, even the favored family member Blood Saint Yueying has no loyalty to the Blood Moon Lord.

Each member of the Blood Saint Clan fought hard to get a place in the research institute. It was not easy to become a Blood Saint Clan member. Naturally, they think that all this is the result of their own efforts. By the way, the Blood Saint Clan has a subtle side effect, which is that it produces a lethal amount of love. In the distant past, the Blood Saint Clan often made enemies with the whole world because they loved their family members too much. They were willing to fight to the death with any force for their brothers and sisters. But the modern Blood Saint Clan has no family and no blood relatives. Their lethal amount of love can only permeate themselves. As a result, each Blood Saint Clan member will inevitably be more or less narcissistic and arrogant.

The Moon Shadows were not selfish, but their pure kindness made them selfless, and they were willing to accept any option that was good for everyone. Their brains could not think about such a complicated content as the War of Faith, they only needed to know that the Beloved Church had to respect the Stars in order to continue to operate and take care of the world, so they immediately smashed the statue of the Blood Moon Supreme and welcomed the Stars Supreme into the Church.

"I don't know if Gospel has followed the order to search the entire country," Melda said. "According to the speculation of our country's prophet, Ash Seath is very likely hiding in Gospel Kingdom at this time. After all, the cultural climate of Gospel Kingdom is very suitable for seclusion. What's more, you, the chief witch, are his old friend... Maybe you are hiding him in the palace at this time."

"That's a funny joke." An Nan narrowed his eyes. "I am a star noble who has accepted the blessing of the stars. Ash Seath is a wanted criminal announced to the world by the stars. How could I possibly violate the highest principle of "protecting the interests of the stars" and harbor a wanted criminal?"

"I also think it's impossible." Melda said, "But you don't seem to take this decree seriously and haven't searched the whole country for any trace of Ash Hiss."

"My country is busy with affairs and has other plans." An Nan said calmly, "Don't worry about it, envoy."

Not only were the words very impolite, but An Nan's face also darkened, and his eyes looked so gloomy that he seemed to be about to smash the cup as a signal. The guests around him were terrified, and the second witch Qinna and the third witch Yifalin retreated to the sides and signaled the royal guards to seal off the hall.

"So we have a proposal." Melda's EQ seemed so low that she couldn't understand Annan's expression at all: "How about our two countries search for traces of Ash Hiss together and strive to get the reward of the stars together?"

An Nan was almost laughing out of anger: "In our country of Gospel Magicians, what can you, Blood Moon, do to help us?"

"It can help a lot." Melda clapped her hands lightly, "For example..."

"Three legendary magicians are always on standby."

In an instant, hundreds of bats rushed into the banquet hall, and the invisible ultrasonic waves covered every corner, stimulating the blood vessels of all guests and making their minds excited. In the bat storm, three Blood Saints quietly descended, wantonly spreading four virtual wings, and the arrogant legendary pressure shocked the whole audience!