through the dark road

There is no impermeable wall in the world, and it is no secret by now who destroyed the Sadenko Cathedral in Kardim.

It is said that the entire cathedral and the surrounding squares were completely destroyed. It was really a mess. Even if other buildings were destroyed, there were still ruins left. There was a huge sinkhole directly there. Do you think it was scary?

The four guards often sent people from the opposite side to look for trouble on weekdays, so they developed the habit of directly ordering expulsion if they disagreed with each other. When they saw a young man dressed as an ordinary career changer, they thought he was sent by the opposite side to find out more. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect to run into this master who made both bears and wolves avoid him without even showing up. .

Is it appropriate for a person of your status to appear in such a low-key manner?

Why did a man come to my door like this, just walking alone? . .

Mo Bei's senses were released, and he could detect that the atmosphere in the palace transformed from a cathedral began to become restless and panicked. After waiting for less than five minutes, he heard the low and deep sound of horns, and the palace door slowly opened, and now Two columns of sergeants wearing heavy armor and holding long soldiers came out.

A man with a neatly trimmed short beard walked quickly from the queue, looking eager.

This was the first time that Gastian IV Drest came to the front hall to greet guests in person since he succeeded to the throne, and he behaved in a hurry.

There is both unexpected panic and a little bit of performance in this, in order to make the other party feel as much awe as possible.

Such a terrifying person comes to his door. If he still wants to show that he is neither humble nor overbearing, then he probably thinks that life is too unchallenging.

"Finally got a chance to meet you! Dear Sir..."

Before Drest could say the name, Mo Bei raised his hand to stop him, and he quickly stopped, not daring to slack off at all.

When the guard at the door saw this scene, he was already worried and his heart dropped.

This was how he interrupted Mo Bei just now. It seemed that the other party was too lazy to argue with a nobody like him, but he wanted to regain his position with His Majesty Gastian.

really. . None of these people are easy to get along with. .

Mo Bei waved his hand and said:

"Just call me Mo Bei."

Naturally, there was a reason to say this, but it was not what the guard thought.

You belong to His Majesty and that Queen in the Western Border. If you want to talk about it like this, our status is not equal to yours. Normally it doesn't matter, but today we are not here for a friendly meeting. We can save a meaningless scene.

Drest didn't feel that this was a setback at the first meeting. Instead, he beamed with joy and even said he was honored, as if Mo Bei gave him enough face by letting him call him by his first name.

After entering the main hall, Mo Bei walked straight to the first seat next to the throne and sat down, which was not to overwhelm the guest.

Although both Bears and Wolves have announced their withdrawal from the power struggle in the West, both Drest and Antoine are still sitting on their thrones behind closed doors as usual.

However, no matter how strong-willed Drest is now, he will not be able to ascend his throne in front of Mo Bei. Instead, he sat down opposite Mo Bei. As for the others, no matter their identities, He stood to the side, his hands folded on his lower abdomen, and his posture was very unified.

After Mo Bei sat down, he looked at the layout of the main hall by himself, as if he didn't want to pay attention to anyone.

Drest watched him leaning on the chair, his index finger tapping the armrest rhythmically. He couldn't figure out his purpose at all, and felt on pins and needles. Just as he was thinking about how to speak, a guard walked in quickly from the palace door. , reported in a low voice to the superior.

Mo Bei didn't wait for the news to reach Dreske's ears, and said directly:

"Is Antoine here? Let her come in and wait for her."

Drest was slightly startled. At this moment, he had a premonition of Mo Bei's purpose here. His heartbeat speeded up unconsciously, but his face showed the order to greet him as usual.

His abnormal heartbeat could not escape Mo Bei's perception, and his worry about gain and loss was fully exposed.

Mo Bei thought to himself, is giving orders in front of a group of people all day long really so addictive?

It would be fine if it were a peaceful and prosperous age. In such an era, apart from feeling exhausted, how could there be any enjoyment at all sitting in this position?

Then he thought of those adventurers who were born into noble families, such as Tabetha, Regias, and even Prince Cillian. The strength of these people can be considered outstanding. After all, they come from a privileged background, have family support, and have extraordinary knowledge and ambition. Naturally, they are not to be outdone by others, but that's all.

But really speaking, it is estimated that none of them can become a top powerhouse, because life is too valuable.

Not long after, Queen Antoine of Tiara walked into the main hall with a group of ministers and entourage. After looking at the situation on the court, her eyes immediately stopped on Mo Bei, and she slowly leaned over and bowed.

Mo Bei nodded in response and pointed to a row of seats to indicate that he could sit anywhere.

Antoine ignored Drest's greeting with a smile and sat down three seats away from him. The few people who followed him also consciously found a place to stand that would not be an eyesore. No one wanted to go to that noble man. Minato in front of the Terminator.

Before coming, Mo Bei had already considered it in his mind. When everyone arrived, he said:

"Don't think that I am just idle and come to the West to interfere in your affairs. What is the specific situation here? I think everyone here knows better than me. The power struggle between your two clans is so important. Every living force consumed is related to the future of Sanctuary."

Drest felt his throat become dry and swallowed with some difficulty, sweat began to form on his forehead.

Antoine beside him was sitting upright, but after hearing this, his back tensed up even more, and his expression was not much better than Drest's.

The rest of the people were also frightened for a while. Facing Mo Bei's calm tone and eyes, they felt an indescribable pressure.

"so."

Mo Bei continued:

"I think it's time to end this chaos and internal strife and decide on the only one who can speak out in the Western Region."

"Then...has your Excellency made a decision?" Drest asked.

"The decision does not rest with me. What I brought is just a suggestion."

After Mo Bei finished speaking, some people started to look at each other in confusion.

Suggest?

Can. . . Don't accept it?

"Everyone in the Western Border has the power to decide the leader of the Western Border, so you might as well launch a voting event. No matter civilians or mercenaries, including you, you can only have one valid vote."

Mo Bei looked at the stunned people and continued:

"At every polling place, people from both sides must be jointly responsible for collecting votes and supervising each other. During the process, any form of inducement or coercion cannot be used on any voter. It is all voluntary."

This election event leaves no opportunity for the two candidates to perform on the stage. After so many years, the people in the western border should have a good understanding of them. Everyone has a weighing scale in their mind as to which one is better.

The population of the entire Western Territory is just over one million. With the Mages Guild providing technical support, the results should be available in three to five days.

Antoine stood up and said decisively:

"I agree!"

"I agree too." Drest stood up.

"In this case, you need to sign an agreement. No matter what the outcome is, the losing party will loyally assist the only king of the Western Territory and shall not divide the Western Territory's territory or divide the Western Territory's defense force."

The hall fell into silence again, and after a moment, Mo Bei spoke again:

"If you really can't let go of your past grudges and work together, you can also consider giving up your status and power as a noble. You are still protected by the laws of the West."

In fact, he himself felt that the last sentence was a bit nonsense, and those present who specialized in this field could not help but feel resentful.

Protect your hair.

If you really want to give up, what's the difference between that and posing in various positions and waiting for others to mess with you? .