The authenticity of an event can be verified through a variety of channels. In addition to the chain of evidence composed of actual evidence, similar results can be achieved by reasoning based on logic and human nature.

So at least in Carl's opinion, what this phantom spirit said is actually very possible.

Which king would sincerely hope to be sidelined?

What's more, the Kingdom of Breland is now facing not only the problem of the king's power being sidelined, but also the direct end of the royal family and the transformation to a parliamentary system.

The interests involved are enormous.

Peaceful evolution is almost impossible.

After all, there are supernatural powers in this world. Who knows what kind of trouble someone might cause?

"I don't want to get involved in the affairs of your Kingdom of Breland, but have you forgotten the nine floating wizard towers of Akanix? If something like this really happens, Sarn might be razed to the ground by those 9th-ring wizards."

Now, nearly thirty years have passed since the final war, and the top leaders of various countries have tacitly maintained stability.

Whoever causes any serious harm first will be the first one to be pointed at.

"It looks like you don't want to help?"

With one hand on his waist, the phantom spirit raised his head slightly, his tall figure slightly tense.

"Yeah, of course I don't want to. I just escaped from a dungeon infested by mind flayers and goblins, and I was just thinking about going home to reunite with my parents. You want me to get involved in this mess? It's wishful thinking!"

His expression suddenly turned serious, and Carl flexed his fingers, trying to summon armor or a warhammer.

But he couldn't do it while the dimensional bag was closed.

Without spellcasting tools, most of Carl's spells were difficult to cast, so he directly used the Mage's Hand.

The invisible force acted directly on the phantom spirit. She was pushed out by Carl's attack and fell into the hot spring.

At the same time she fell into the water, a dazzling colorful light flew out from the water.

Carl's eyes were dazzled by the colorful light and he could not see clearly. The phantom took the opportunity to jump out of the water and tried to take Carl away by force.

At this moment, several waiters from the Golden Dragon Hotel suddenly broke into the hot spring pool.

"This guy is a changeling! I suspect she's a spy."

Hearing someone coming in, Carl immediately loudly revealed the identity of the phantom spirit.

However, the hot spring room fell into an eerie silence.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Carl, this lady is also a guest of the hotel. We will try our best to avoid the two of you meeting again."

When Carl regained his vision, the woman that the phantom spirit had transformed into had disappeared. Only a few waiters were supporting him and apologizing repeatedly.

The inn is a place open for business. Carl can come, and so can the changeling.

Carl, who originally thought that the other party had sneaked in, was comforted by the Golden Dragon Hotel and finally had no choice but to return to the guest room.

"Someone just sent over a luxurious meal. Why do you always spend money recklessly? I feel like it will take us all day to finish all those dishes."

As soon as she returned to the guest room, Hope ran out wearing the replica school uniform that Carl bought for her.

On the dining table in the living room, the luxurious meal that Hope had mentioned was steaming, and it looked like it had indeed been delivered before Carl came back.

"Hosting the Dragon Mark Family is really..."

After taking a look at the dishes, Carl sat down directly, picked up a chicken leg and started to eat it.

"Eat it! It would be a waste if you don't eat it! This is the hotel's compensation to us, you're welcome!"

Hearing this, Hope, who had just been trying to keep a distance from the food, didn't say anything and sat down at the table to eat.

After a long while, the two people, who had eaten and drunk their fill, finally stopped.

"What just happened?"

Seeing that Carl seemed to have to be careful even when breathing, Hope frowned and tried to ask what had just happened.

"Don't think of anything bad. The price of taking action here is very high. Don't worry, the hotel will not let us meet again."

Although he said so, Carl still felt a little aggrieved at the feeling of being tricked by the other party.

But he certainly couldn't tell Hope about this. What if Hope got angry? Although he didn't say it, Hope still noticed it.

Pulling Carl up, Hope walked straight towards the bedroom.

…

"Ma'am, what you did inside this hotel has touched the bottom line of our family. I hope you can learn from this and not do anything that will make things difficult for us again."

In the phantom spirit's guest room, the hotel manager was seriously explaining the rules of the hotel to her.

Although the Golden Dragon Hotel does not discriminate based on the identity of its guests, fighting and anything that goes against the wishes of either party is prohibited inside the hotel.

"Ah~, okay, I'll pay attention. Sorry to trouble you."

After sending the hotel manager away in a very kind manner, the changeling sat in his room, thinking about how to solve the problem.

"Without any witnesses, my undercover identity should be invalidated by the opposing undercover. In this case, the police will not trust the information I provide. Can I just watch that group of people turn Sarn into scorched earth?"

Lifting up his hair, the phantom spirit frowned with a distressed expression.

The city of Sharn is as love-hate as Night City in Cyberpunk 2077, and this changeling is obviously one of them.

She is a special individual who grew up away from a changeling family, and the deputy chief of the police station is her teacher.

But now, not only is she unable to fulfill her teacher's last wish, she can't even do anything about the enemy undercover who indirectly killed her teacher.

This caused her to greatly doubt her abilities.

“Boom boom boom!”

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The Changeling stood up and opened the door, only to find that the visitor was none other than his fellow Warforged.

Quickly entering the room, the Warforged took out a newspaper and said to the Changeling, "Don't even think about disturbing that kid. Have you read the latest news?"

"What?"

Picking up the newspaper handed to her, the Changeling quickly looked through it, but did not find any news worthy of her attention.

"Here! Did you see it? The parliament plans to hold a parade for our king in half a month, and the destination is Sharn."

The message was directly given to the phantom spirit, and the war figurine's eyes kept flickering like two broken light bulbs.

Frowning at the message, the phantom spirit was unable to react for a moment to what this meant.

Seeing his companion's confusion, Zhan Terracotta sighed and explained again: "The news only mentioned the start time of the parade, but did not say the end time and return to the palace. The parliament wants His Majesty the King to live in Sarn from now on!"

"They already knew that thing under Sarn existed!"

"What do they think of the lives of people like Sarn?!"

Looking at her companion in shock, the changeling's excitement caused her appearance to begin to change.

In her opinion, if the parliament already knew about this, the most important thing to do was to dismantle the extraordinary machine.

"If my guess is correct, that extraordinary machine has probably fallen into the hands of the Council now. Maybe it was even built under the supervision of the Council."

"Kass, never have too high expectations of people you don't know. Your teacher should have taught you this before."

After putting away the newspaper, the warforged stood up and left the room of the changeling, Kass.

Cass turned off the lights in the room in a daze, wrapped herself in the quilt, and did not go out for two days and two nights.

(End of this chapter)