The court in the imperial capital is as solemn, quiet and huge as ever.

There were hundreds of people standing in the empty hall, but it looked like there were a few more ants in the square. From the perspective of the emperor, it would be difficult to see clearly without looking carefully.

Many ministers submitted their own reports and suggestions for handling affairs, but they were silent and far away from each other. The waiter handed them one by one, and no one made a sound.

The emperor finished reading one by one and wrote his own reply one by one. After about an hour, the people below gradually dispersed after receiving the reply. After another hour, only the waiters, guards, and the emperor were left.

The hall closed with a bang, and the golden light inside dissipated. The emperor opened his eyes, disappeared from the hall, and appeared in a small building.

He stood up, rubbed his eyebrows, and couldn't help but say to himself: "Every time I go there, I feel very tired. Without the teacher's assistance, these trivial matters are even more annoying."

Thinking of this, he opened the window and the sunlight outside shone in. It was almost noon, and his face, which had been hidden in the golden light, was also revealed.

This is a very young emperor, who looks only twenty-four or twenty-five. The bedroom here is simple and elegant, and there is no one serving him. The emperor will do it himself by pouring water and changing clothes. But what is convenient is that it seems to be full of magic. Every move is called and he will act on his own, saying that he is doing it himself, but it is just activate a rune.

Pour himself a glass of water. The young emperor opened the door and pushed it out. There was a garden outside. The strange beasts were running, the climate was warm, and the flowers and precious trees were placed everywhere. The small bridges and flowing water slowly flowed, just like a fairyland on earth. Moreover, the sun was chosen in the middle of the sky, unbiased and even did not fall, as if it was always noon here.

There was a small pavilion inside. The emperor walked into it, sat down slowly, and after drinking the water in his hand, he sighed again.

Just this morning, he got the conclusive news that Daedalus was indeed dead.

He died completely and had no possibility of resurrection. Perhaps he had left a backup plan to escape or resurrection before, but he would definitely not be able to use it.

When the emperor thought of this, he couldn't help but sigh again.

Daedalus was not only his teacher, but also the main force to check and balance the church. For thousands of years, if it were not for the prestige and strength of a great teacher, the church would have occupied all the spiritual world of mankind.

However, the great mentor secretly spreads ideas, sets up colleges, teaches young people, and cultivates young people who do not believe in God but only believe in knowledge. These young people repeat what Daidaros did. After hundreds of years of inheritance, the academic factions led by Daidaros are also a group of forces that the empire cannot be underestimated.

Unfortunately, this power is now being suppressed by the church. Daedalus died. The first thing the church wants to strengthen its faith is these people who do not believe in God.

The emperor had a headache, but he had no choice but to miss the existence of Daedalus here.

"Lei is here again. I told you that you can only come once a month, but you come every day this month."

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded, with a dissatisfied tone, and had no respect for the emperor, and even called him by his name.

A human and a woman sat in front of the emperor, opposite the stone table in the pavilion.

This woman said she was a woman, but she was just a feminine character in her voice and body shape. As for her face, she seemed to see it at first glance, but when she turned her head, she couldn't remember it anyway. After taking a look, she found that she couldn't see it clearly. It was as if she had penetrated her face and saw the back of her head directly, which was very strange.

Hearing this voice, the dignified human emperor and the emperor of the empire actually stood up and bowed respectfully to the woman.

The woman immediately replied with a gift. The number of courtesy was larger, her head was lower, and her expression was solemn, not like she was perfunctory, but her tone did not seem to be respecting the emperor before, so the respect seemed a bit strange.

But the emperor didn't find it strange, because he knew why.

The woman in front of her did not respect herself, the emperor called "Thunder", what she respected was the throne itself.

"Although I come every day, this is the first time you have come out to see me this month. Daedalus is dead. Lord Immortal, I come here to ask if you have any good opinions?" The emperor sat down, looked at the woman in front of him, and asked.

"I will not answer any of your questions. That is the decision you should make. If I teach you how to do it, it is a transgression." The woman, known as the Immortal, shook her head: "What to do is nothing to do with me. Of course, if you order me to stop the church or kill the pope, I can do as ordered, but I will not interfere."

Hearing this expected answer, the emperor felt his head hurt.

"I don't think others are capable or qualified to participate in such conversations. Immortal, the empire is about to fall into danger of division. Even so, will you not share your wisdom and insights with me?" The emperor was very helpless.

"If you fall into division, it is your lack of ability. I will initiate my duty to impeach you and replace you with a new emperor." The woman said, "I only have the responsibility of supervision and protection, and no responsibility of teaching, and that is what Daedalus should do."

"Dadalus is dead!" The emperor hit the table.

"What if I die one day? Who else would you ask?" The woman was merciless and said indifferently: "If you just want to say these things, then you can leave."

The emperor was furious, but he didn't say anything. He waved his sleeves and his body disappeared.

Only the woman was left sitting in place, looking at her fingers boredly, and muttering to herself: "Is he dead? I don't think so."

"Maybe I'm not dead, I'm still making trouble somewhere."

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And on the other side, in the palace, the real emperor's bedroom.

This is millions of times more luxurious than the small building just now. It covers an area like a square. There are hundreds of servants serving them. Guards come one after another, gold sculptures, handrails carved with gems, murals on the walls, velvet blankets under the feet, and bedrooms. It is said to be a bedroom. It is more suitable to see the level of excitement and area of ​​the square. It is not clean at all and it is extremely noisy.

But there is no way, the rules are like this, and there is no good reason for urinating since childhood, and it is difficult for the emperor to change it.

As soon as he returned to his bedroom, he lay on his bed without any manners, ignoring the servants around him, tossing and turning, thinking about it.

Turned up suddenly.
Chapter completed!