The carriage crushed the flat city's central avenue, and the slightly swaying carriage made people sleepy. Daniel sat on the cushion on the back of the carriage, relying on his soft pillow and cushion, his eyes closed slightly, as if he was already asleep. .

But his spirit is in the most sober state, the signal generated by the artificial neural cable, and the special rune array inscribed at the bottom of the carriage, the mind of the eternal sleeper has already freed the body, and now he is shaping the mind network. The perfect world.

The city of dreams, the golden road, people come and go.

Beautiful and nameless trees line the road, with shimmering leaves falling in the wind with the most pleasing speed and trajectory. The refreshing breeze blew between the rows of palace pavilions, flags and decorative fabrics. The buildings danced with the wind.

Daniel, who became a refined middle-aged mage, walked wide distance and came to a node square.

The three-and-two-two believers were active in the square, and their whispered conversation drifted into Daniel's ear:

"The plan for the death of all things seems to have completely failed..."

"Savage and ugly, the monsters they created made people feel bad from the beginning."

"But it's hard to imagine, they will fail so fast... Is the Cecil really so difficult to deal with?"

"After all, the extraterrestrial rogues are there."

"How long has there been no news on the side of the storm? It seems that since the last time the stars returned, they have less contact with the land."

"Who knows what the guys in the brain are doing..."

Daniel listened to the conversations of the middle-level believers with a bystander's attitude, and there was no trace in his heart.

To a certain extent, the sleeper who has a network of minds is more informed than any king or emperor, but in the news about Cecil, their intelligence seems to lag a lot, especially in Sethi. After the people built the magic detection devices, after the strict superman management was carried out throughout the territory, a large number of permanent sleepers had to stay away from the area. The information about Cecil could only be summarized by rumors from other regions. Judging that many of the things they discussed today are already old news many days ago.

Compared with them, Daniel is the first-hand intelligence.

The end of the kingship, the rise of the empire, the magical army swept the plains, the steel fortress was on the track, and the man-made **** was swallowed up by the deep-sea allies...

It’s an exciting war. Unfortunately, Titan’s own life has no chance to witness it all, but only through the “original space” to watch some of the records at that time.

A footstep came from nearby, and a sleepless man in a white coat with temperament and heroism came to Daniel and interrupted the latter's thinking.

“Thank you for your last reminder, Bishop,” the perpetrator, bowed his head and respectfully said, “The Duke of Severn has provided us with vital help.”

Daniel looked at the perpetrator with a slight look. With the special authority of the head of the security department, he could see through the real side of the face hidden in this face.

A pale-skinned, middle-aged man with dark brown eyes and flattened facial features.

Daniel nodded slightly to the perpetrator: "The eyes of the big aristocrats are usually very long-term, which makes them prefer to control the balance through multi-investment. In the case of favorable interest, the Duke of Severn will not refuse to be in the South. On the plantation, he reserved a chip for himself, not to mention that this chip can also bring him allies on the railway line. After all, the emperor has ordered the aristocracy above the Marquis to intervene in the railway, and the big nobs will definitely look for it. The right agent to help yourself spend money."

"In any case, your point of view has allowed me to seize an opportunity - but unfortunately I can't express my gratitude to you in the real world."

“Everything is for our real cause,” Viscount Wigger,” Daniel whispered, using the sounds that only two people could hear to point out the identity of the other person in the real world, to remind the other to distinguish the actual identity and The different roles assumed by the Order’s identity, “While accumulating wealth, don’t forget why we accumulate those wealth.”

Viscount Wigger immediately bowed his head: "You reminded that the bishop, everything is for our real cause."

The Sleeper is a huge church. Just like every dark sect, it is also committed to developing its own members in almost all social classes to meet the many needs of its own operations.

Among its middle and lower members, there are a large number of aristocrats, businessmen, and dissidents who have been transformed. Although these people cannot contact the core secrets of the Order, they are an indispensable part of the operation of the Order. Some of them can Funding for the Order, some can provide information, and others can help the church further expand and absorb members.

The Southern aristocrats, such as Viscount Weigel, are an indispensable aid for the development of the Order in Tifeng. As a bishop of Daniel, it is easy to contact and secretly control "chess" like this. It will not cause anyone. Attention.

"I want to remind you of one thing," Daniel said, taking a look at the lower-level priests in front of him, and using a natural and casual attitude, "Don't underestimate the keen sense of the northern nobility - you are in close contact with the Duke of Severn. Several times, someone will guess what you are doing."

Viscount Wigger's eyes widened: "You mean... Northern aristocrats will also intervene in the railway?"

"That's hard to say, but you'd better remind the aristocrats in the South," Daniel said with a blank expression. "I don't think you want to lose another loss?"

He has a lot to do in Tifeng, but not every one can do it himself.

At least, he can't do it himself on the bright side.

Viscount Weigel, the low-ranking priest of the eternal sleeper, the man who was ordered by Daniel was busy with his head, and soon received the command of the bishop, and the figure gradually disappeared into the node square.

Daniel looked at the other side and returned to the real world, turning to the nearest node crystal.

There are some things that he did himself. There are some things that his apprentices and aristocrats who influenced him did. There are some things that are done by the "Bishop Daniel" who is a permanent sleeper, and some The matter was done by the believers of Bishop Daniel.

No one will notice the connection between the north and south of the Titan empire, the influence from the civilians to the merchants to the nobility, because there are countless lines that are not related to each other, and countless others do not know each other at all. People who have contact will do these things at the same time.

Daniel on the bright side will be just a talented and loyal university student and great magician. Even if the investigation goes deep, people will only find that he has some private friendship with a small part of the nobles of the capital - and given these nobles It was the earliest investor after Daniel returned to the Imperial Capital. This personal friendship is unquestionable.

The crystal of the node floats on the gorgeous base of the pale gold, giving off a dreamlike gleam. Daniel gently presses the hand on it. As the familiar spirit fluctuates, the scene around him has changed from light to shadow. The square became a magnificent palace.

This is the central shrine that only the bishop-level priests can enter. The people gathered here are the true core of the eternal group.

The figures appeared in the air, and the bishops in white, black or pale gold robes appeared in the hallway and headed toward the core council. Daniel followed the pace of other bishops and walked in the same direction.

The civil war in Ansu is over, and one of the three dark sects has ended. A large and ancient kingdom is being reshuffled. New power patterns, new challenges and opportunities, as a sleeper of one of the dark sects, of course There will be no movements - especially in the current situation, the new monarch of Ansu will be the terrible "outside rogue", which requires the upper echelons to discuss the next development direction.

Entering the circular chamber, Daniel found his position. He sat down at the table and whispered casually with the familiar bishops until a bright light appeared at the end of the oval table. A gentle expression and quiet temperament The women appear in the sight of everyone with the light.

The bishops paid tribute to them: "Good day, Selena? Geer."

"Good day, fellow citizens," Selena Geer looked around in a circle and nodded slightly. The voice said softly, "Now start the meeting..."

......

When the mist is rising, it is a very special feeling to stand in the highest room of the Obsidian Palace overlooking this imperial capital.

People usually think of the "foggy moon" as the day of fog in Oldenan, but in fact it only refers to the most intense and long-lasting period of the city - outside the foggy month, at all When the seasons alternate, the fog will visit Aldernan unexpectedly, no matter which month.

When such a day arrives, the whole city seems to float in an awkward dream. The tall and low-lying buildings hide the real form in the fog, becoming awkward and illusory. Only a spire and a tower from the fog Looking out, facing the bright sunshine, coated with a layer of golden glow, as if the island emerged on the sea - the sun is fair to the world, but only those on the sea can enjoy this honor.

Judi Nan? Wendell and Rosetta Augustus stood side by side at the window, overlooking the bustling and affluent capital of the Empire, the sun is gradually increasing, and in the fog, the towers and spires of the Obsidian Palace are Brilliant.

There are tens of thousands of roofs in the city, but when it is foggy, only these towers can enter the obsidian palace.

"Your Majesty, Andersa has heard the news that the Changfeng Fortress is increasing its troops, but it is still unclear which unit is taking over the defense."

"Gaowen? Cecil is a cautious person, and he has never given up on Timing," Rosetta nodded slightly. "He will be the first time to guard against our offense. This is something that is expected."

"The Empire's main corps is ready, sire," Judyan lowered his head. "The first and second magicians and the Winter Wolf Knights gather at the border and wait for your orders."

"For a while, I almost thought that you have become an anti-war faction, Judy Nanqing," Rosetta turned his head and took a glimpse of the smile. "The aristocrats of the main warfare think you are indecisive."

Judyan looked serious: "I have never stood in any faction, and I am standing on the side of the interests of the empire. When the loss is greater than the income, I am the anti-war, when the empire can make a profit, and the price is acceptable." I will naturally support the war. But now the changes in Ansu make it difficult for us to grasp how much strength it has... This still needs to be cautious."

"We will be cautious, but before that, Andersa should be prepared," Rosetta retracted her eyes to the window and looked at the Grand Duke of South Africa. "It is a soldier who is stationed in the Changfeng Fortress. It is still the old and weak remnant after the civil war that depends on her eyes to judge."

Da Di Nan Dagong’s expression is solemn: “She won’t let you down, kneel down.”

......

North of the mainland, St. Sunil City.

The old streets were washed and clean, and the bunting flags and cloth were adorned on both sides of the road. The British knights and soldiers patrolled the streets around the castle area, a solemn and solemn atmosphere with a glimpse of celebration. In the city, even the slowest people can feel that something big will happen in this ancient city -

The day when the emperor was crowned was near.

A cargo ship tightly protected by warships entered the southern port of St. Sunil in the early hours of the morning. The army cleared the scene ahead of time and blocked the road between the port and the castle area. According to people who saw far away, there was a large transport. The car sent a certain kind of goods into the castle, and the goods were covered with thick crepe, causing the public to speculate.

In the Silver Fort, Gao Wen sat behind the desk and spread a stack of manuscripts.

Amber stood by and glanced at Gao Wen, who was writing down: "You are writing these things when you are free these days... What is it written?"

Gao Wen did not look up: "You can see, I don't mind."

"Still forget it. I have been playing more than once. Maybe I will take a look at it casually and you will arrange a bunch of new jobs for me..."

Gao Wen smiled, but did not say anything, but turned a page and wrote a new text.

But Amber was obviously unable to bear the silence. She endured for two seconds and said: "Hey, I tell you, you will soon be crowned. You are like this when you have a big event before you happen." Is writing a will..."

Gao Wen’s pen finally stopped a little. He looked up at the amber and pointed his finger at the nearby wall: “Do you think this wall is flat?”

Amber slammed into the air, leaving only one exclamation: "I went out to patrol!!"

Gao Wen smiled at the disappearance of Amber, then lowered his head and looked at the manuscript that was about to be completed. After a few seconds, he gently rubbed the Mithril ring on his finger.

The ring radiates a small amount of heat, and Melita's voice is heard from it: "The secret bank of treasures is at your service - do you need business consulting?"

"Well, I have to keep some things."