The residence of the Shuguang Empire is in a rather luxurious and solemn building.

"Your Majesty, your plan this time is a bit too impulsive."

Niels sat opposite Caesar Charles and said in a low voice.

"Does the teacher think so?"

Caesar poured two cups of black tea casually, put down the teapot in his hand, and asked with a smile.

Nils sighed, his head lowered slightly, "I understand what Your Majesty thinks, and I know that this is indeed a very good time."

"But your Majesty, Alec and those people are not characters that can easily fool you!"

Nils had no intention of picking up the cup of black tea in front of him, and leaned forward slightly and spoke sincerely.

Caesar was extremely relaxed and natural about the other party's extremely oppressive posture, as if all this was just like a breeze blowing on his face, without waves.

"I know."

Caesar picked up the black tea and nodded. The light white water vapor rose up, reflecting his face blurry and hazy, with a bit of mysterious color.

"But they can't give up on this opportunity."

"I gave them reasons and opportunities. If I could still bear this, I would admit it."

The low voice spreads in this small tea room, with an inexplicable charm.

But in the end, it ended with a chuckle.

"However, they don't seem to be so patient."

"Or it is, even if they have been beaten, their long-term awe have made them forget what awe means."

"Although there was bloody storm ahead and there were thorns everywhere, they still held their heads proudly and strode forward without any signs of attention."

"Ha, do you really think that this huge country is already a paradise for them to run rampantly?"

Caesar sneered, his eyes cold and with a biting murderous intent.

Hold your head up and drink tea.

The hot tea sank from the throat like a fire, ironing the lungs, but it did not melt the cold murderous intent like the cold ice on the Arctic ice field.

Niels lowered his head and silently looked at the rising and whirling white mist in front of him, as if he was thinking about some human philosophy.

"Okay, teacher, I know you are mature and steady and don't want to be so radical."

"But at this time, it's better to be decisive and neat."

Caesar gently lowered the teacup and said meaningfully.

"Yes, I get it."

Nils nodded and spit out a few words like this.

He really understood.

What Caesar needs now is not to analyze the loopholes in this plan, demonstrate the feasibility of the plan, and make rebuttals to him.

He just needs Niels to help him get the plan going without any mistakes.

Caesar's decisive and neat statement was not so much about the two of them's views on this matter, but rather a reminder that the other party was already an arrow from the string and he was not allowed to look back.

"Teacher is trouble."

Caesar nodded, filled the tea, and Caesar raised his glass again.

"I will never let down your Majesty's expectations."

Niels responded seriously with his back straight, with a solemn expression, holding a cup in both hands.

Click!

Seeing Niels disappearing into the tea room, Allen's eyes couldn't help but become distant, as if the vast starry sky was hidden in endless mystery.

Didi!

Suddenly, after two rapid sounds, a three-dimensional three-dimensional magic energy projection array also spontaneously activated, showing a figure in front of Caesar.

"His Majesty."

The person who appeared bowed and saluted Caesar in a solemn black combat uniform.

"Tropp, how is the situation?"

"Report to your Majesty, the situation is good and there are no accidents yet."

When he heard Caesar’s question, the figure who had crossed most of the universe projection 2 also raised his head and replied with a solemn expression.

His identity is Tropp Green, the only innovative faction who has been firmly in the headquarters of the Executive Department of the Dawn Empire so far.

"That's good, pay attention to the concealment of actions and don't let them catch their feet."

Caesar nodded with satisfaction.

"yes."

Tropp saluted again, every move was in compliance with the norms, revealing respect from the heart.

"If you need it, you can ask Master Ryan of Gria City for help."

Caesar thought about it and still gave a reminder.

"I see."

Tropp nodded and replied seriously.

"I can trust Master Ryan, and I am my own person who has absolutely no problems."

"Although Master Ryan was imprisoned in the northern border because of the original incident, he was not allowed to leave."

"But this action happened to be in the North, and it was Master Ryan's home court."

"I think he will be very happy to have such a chance to do it."

A smile appeared on the corner of Caesar's lips, but there was endless coldness and indifference.

His eyes were like a sword, full of coldness, and his murderous intent was as flashing as a sword light.

"I see."

Tropp did not ask much and agreed very obediently.

"Well, pay close attention to the progress of the incident and report to me immediately if there is any situation."

Caesar seemed to be in a bad mood and did not have the interest to continue chatting. He just broke the connection of the magic circle in just a simple sentence.

...

This alien planet, which was chosen by Caesar and others as the competition venue is not small, and can even be called huge and vast.

Even the huge plain chosen by Caesar and others was at least millions of square kilometers.

The area currently used by Caesar and others is just the tip of the iceberg.

At this moment, in the corner of this vast plain, a grassland with high grass that is beyond the knees.

Alec and others, who had been discussed by Caesar and others before, were taking a walk like an outing.

There are not many people, and there are only three people in total, but no matter which one it is, it is a well-known existence in the empire. Even its actual control and influence over the empire are definitely one of the best.

In addition to Alec, Duke of Han Iron, who is the leader of the conservative school, there is also Earl of Dennis Christian, who is the helm of the neutral faction.

And the other, although his open position in the empire is indeed a bit insufficient, his strength is enough to support him to a position that is not inferior to the two of them.

Myrock Dracula, the leader of the Dracula lineage, the head of the eight major clans of the blood clan, and the representative of the blood clan in the empire.

"Dennis, what do you think of Caesar's performance now?"

Alec walked slowly, his posture was leisurely, and he seemed to be just a casual chat.

However, if he ignores the layers of packages around them, and cannot closely prevent eavesdropping and blocking magic arrays, his posture will be even more credible.

"Isn't this good for your Majesty to lead by example and win honor for the empire?"

Dennis seemed to have noticed nothing about Alec's question and replied with a smile.

"Mr. Millock, what do you think?"

Before Alec could ask questions, Dennis turned the blame very decisively and threw the topic directly onto Miloch.

"The demon tide is restarted, and the world is back. At this point in time, isn't it normal for Your Majesty to show his strength, shock the empire and the outside world, and improve his prestige?"

However, Michael is also an extremely difficult guy. He knew the difficulties of this problem and said a lot of things smoothly, but he did not expose his true thoughts at all.

Seeing that these two were pretending to be deaf and had no intention of answering him, Alec couldn't help but change his face.

It's not that I'm angry, but that I'm considering how to get the two to cooperate.

However, after thinking for a long time, he decided to go straight to it.

"Okay, since everyone can get together, it means we are all the same people in some ways."

"Even if there are differences or objections, there are more common interests."
To be continued...