The sea possesses grand and primitive power. When it is calm, people always think it is invincible.

But when dark clouds gather and ships capsize, people must recognize its power to destroy everything.

Marshal Slyer felt this.

The man in black robe in front of him had a soft expression and a straight back. He was sitting on a tree stump in a very ordinary posture. His eyes were calm and focused, looking at the fishermen fishing in the distance, as if it was some kind of beautiful scenery.

The marshal could feel a calm force in him. Sitting next to him, he seemed to feel that the sound of the wind had become quieter and all the noise gradually became peaceful.

A profound thinker, this is the first impression anyone gets when seeing him.

But Marshal Slyer could see something deeper. Under the calm sea, the turbulent water was gathering momentum, ready to roar out at any time and pour out its power.

"There is nothing interesting about fishing, but what fascinates me is labor and the laborers themselves." Lu En moved his body and gave him half of the tree stump, then turned his head and looked at the person behind him.

His hair hangs just past his ears, like a lion's mane, and his beard is thick, but it is neatly groomed. He is not wearing armor or military uniform, but is wearing the common outing attire of male nobles, which is big leather boots and loose clothes.

The pants, the upper body is dressed like a shirt, and a small vest is also worn, which makes it easy to wear and not as tight as a dress or military uniform.

"Labor? Laborer? Is the majestic king of monsters still interested in doing hard work?" Marshal Slyer asked. At the same time, he did not sit down. Perhaps he felt that it was too crowded, so he stood next to Lu En and spoke.

"That's not hard work. Just imagine, there are groups of people like this, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million, tens of millions. They get up and start working like this every day, and work until night. Some of them don't even get anything at night.

rest."

"But this kind of work full of sweat and hard work, which you all despise, has built an entire empire. Look, such a majestic empire, glorious and magnificent, with golden light, elegant etiquette, complicated art, brilliant

The palace and the heroes among you are as beautiful as jade and as heroic as rainbows." Lu En raised his head and looked at the sky.

He rubbed his cane unconsciously. It was made of wood and was made by Carla. She picked an old piece of wood, then whittled it into the shape of a cane with her nails. Finally, it dried in the sun, painted it with black paint, and then smeared the outer layer with it.

It took a lot of effort to apply a layer of varnish, and it took Kara about ten days to complete.

However, this cane can only be sold on the market for eleven silver coins, including the cost of materials, because Kara has never seen any skills such as cane making, and the maid's skills cannot be imitated, so she simply polishes it by hand.

Yes, from a technical point of view, it can be regarded as a waste of material.

"Isn't this a wonderful process? All the beauty and majesty are built on this bit of hard work. You were born and raised in the empire. Maybe you can't see it clearly, but I am an outsider.

, I just feel that all this is simply like a miracle, so I feel that these workers themselves are very intoxicating to me. Looking at them, I seem to have seen the entire process of the empire from birth to construction to now." Lu En sighed with emotion.

Said like.

"You are indeed a thinker. His Majesty's evaluation of you may be wrong." Marshal Slaer originally thought that what he said was too mysterious, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was unexpectedly reasonable, so he couldn't help it.

exclaimed.

"What did Your Majesty think of me?" Lu En asked curiously.

"He said that you chose to grovel and surrender to the empire, so the empire can accept you because you are of sufficient value." Marshal Slyer said, not seeming to find any offense in these words.

"It's straight to the point. It's a good point, but I don't want to call it surrender. The empire is the largest group of interests in the world. I'm just joining. There is a joke that says, if you can't beat it, just join~" Lu.

En didn't feel dissatisfied, it seemed like he didn't take it to heart at all.

"That makes sense. Your Majesty agreed. He gave me a handwriting. If you sign and imprint it, you can be directly crowned Count Anluo and Count Border." Marshal Slaer said nonchalantly.

"Count Anluo?" Lu En frowned.

He separated his soul and erected boundary monuments, severing the concept, with the purpose of not being mixed with the empire. However, if he accepted this title, the land in Ontario would be connected to the empire again, and the boundary monuments would naturally become ineffective.

This emperor is very calculating, but he is also willing to make bets.

Border Earl, in the empire's title system, has a fiefdom and real power. Except for the wasteland of Ontario, which has little value, the gold content of this title is extremely high. Border Earl can be said to be almost the same as a duke.

It is the highest-ranking noble under the king and the direct vassal of the emperor.

This is sincerity and it is also a threat. It is not up to him to choose.

This is the tyranny of the empire.

"It's easy to say, but I have already found a suitable family. I will directly become a border count. In the future, Anluo will no longer be a border, so I will become a duke. How will I get along with this?" Lu En asked tentatively.

"It doesn't matter. His Majesty also said that if you have an idea, you can do it yourself. The handwriting is there. The worst you can do is to erase two words. It will not look good at most. It will still be effective when it is signed." Marshal Slaer also began to pay attention.

The fisherman in the distance watched him compete with the fish in silence.

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The reason why people drag them instead of setting dead nets is because some things under the water also have levels. Whether they are plants or beasts, they actually have levels. Although they have no mind and cannot be regarded as intelligent creatures, there is still the matter of level.

Rules apply to everything in the world, even rocks.

"I know that maybe the situation of the monsters has caused you to have some misunderstandings about the empire. We have seen what you have done in Anluo and the business routes you have opened up. As long as you are loyal to the empire, everything you want can be done.

Yes, you can let the monsters live in your place. Ontario is very big. You work hard and use your magic ability to change the climate. Little by little, it takes hundreds of years of hard work. It is probably about the same for you.

, it won’t be long, by then, the monsters will also have their own spokespersons in the upper echelons of the empire, and the situation will be much better." Marshal Slaer advised.

Lu En did not speak, and the scene fell silent for a while.

Is what the other party said right? Of course it is, but as the status of monsters increases, will the empire as a whole change? Of course not, there will just be another group of people, and they will return to the lowest level where monster hybrids currently live.

.

Except for monsters and monster hybrids, nothing else has changed. The vast majority of people have always been suffering, and nothing will change.

Seeing that Lu En didn't answer, Marshal Slyer simply sat down and continued: "Besides, the empire is not just what you see."

"Many gentlemen and philanthropists are committed to improving their lives. You know, the empire advocates equality. As long as they have the ability, everyone can live a good life like you. For many hopeless people who are sitting on

Outsiders cannot help those who are waiting to die."

"After you become the Earl of the Border, you can communicate with them and work together to improve these situations, but if you are always hesitant and shaken by the grudges in front of you, then you will never be able to do what you want to do."

Listening to what the other party said, Lu En remained silent.

Yes, a philanthropist, a kind nobleman, and a gentleman.

These people, they are respected figures, they have honor, they are the pillars of the country, society and the church, they use part of their excessive wealth to support public and private charities, they donate to institutions,

He is a philanthropist and a good person.

In their private lives, they are kind and considerate, filial to their parents, gentle to their children, polite to everyone, and they obey the law——

But there is one sign that identifies these gun-toting gentlemen: at the slightest threat of reducing the profits their money brings, they wake up roaring like wild beasts, as ruthless as savages, as cruel as madmen, as cruel as madmen.

They are just as brutal as the executioners, and if they are seen by others, they will surely make all the fools repent, and understand clearly in their hearts where the money they donated originally came from.

But Lu En didn't say much. He remained silent, closed his eyes, and kept rubbing his cane, obviously deep in thought.

Seeing Lu En like this, Marshal Slaer decided to pause his persuasion and stop talking.

About ten minutes passed, and Lu En opened his eyes: "There is a young master in the Wald family, who is at sea. You should know about it, right? Boraan Wald."

"Of course I know. His sentence is about to end and he will soon serve in the army." Slaer nodded, indicating that there is such a person.

"I want him to be my lord, and I will become Lord Walder's retainer. Is there no problem?" Lu En paused his cane.

The son of a duke is born with a title of lord, which proves that he has the right to inherit.

"...But you are the Earl of the Border, and he is just a lord."

"Is there a rule that says the Earl of the Border cannot become a retainer of a certain lord? Besides, he is the son of Walder." Lu En smiled.

"There are no regulations, but this is not very respectable and will make it more difficult for Bolan to do." The marshal shook his head.

"I won't make it difficult for him. Besides, this is a great thing for Duke Walder. It will be a huge supplement to his strength, isn't it?" Lu En picked up the cane from the ground and lowered it.

Some soil has been stuck to it.

"But I remember that you didn't have a very good relationship with him. You demolished his home and beat his wife. Wald is... a very vindictive person. You might be embarrassed." The marshal looked a little headache.

He never thought that the King of Monsters wanted to join Duke Walder and become his vassal. Didn't he have the dignity to be a strong man?

"Disgraceful? Do you think I care? Besides, this is just an opportunity to heal the rift between the two of us, isn't it? I don't know much about the imperial nobles, so I might as well choose someone familiar. I think Bora Enwald

It's a good choice. I don't go directly to Walder himself, and through his son, I can also get on this line. Isn't that good?" Lu En smiled: "So, is it okay?"

"If you insist..." The marshal felt powerless for a while, but since the other party is willing, it's the best thing.

After he finished speaking, he took out a thick parchment with a lot of gorgeous words written on it, but the general meaning was similar to what Marshal Slyer said. The empire would not play word games in this regard.

It's not necessary, and it's a waste.

But Lu En still looked at it carefully, and then waved his hand, and a delicate and complicated rune was imprinted on it.

Boom!

He only felt that some kind of power was instilled from his body. The magic power in his body seemed to have some subtle connection with the land under his feet. The power of the earth's veins surged out from above and communicated with the body, allowing his magic power to be quickly restored.

And a considerable enhancement, the casting power has been increased by at least 5%.

Don't underestimate this 5%. The magic intensity of Magic 9, even if it increases by 1%, is an extremely astonishing figure.

At the same time, some kind of mysterious and strange blessing appeared on him, causing all his skills below level 9 to increase by 1 level. It seemed to be a blessing from some unknown thing.

Lu En can almost feel that his strength has improved by a whole small level. Among level 9s, he is probably enough to defeat two newly promoted level 9s.

He has had a similar experience, that is, the blessing of the power of the realm. Although it is not as good as that of hell, how can this have a bonus similar to the power of the realm?

Seeing Lu En's suddenly shocked expression, Marshal Slaer seemed very satisfied. He opened his arms and said, "By the way, welcome to the empire. You will know in the future what a wise decision you have made."

"What is this blessing?" Lu En rubbed his temples.

This is information that he doesn't know, but Earthline does know, Daedalus once said, but what is that mysterious and mysterious blessing?

"A brand new achievement from the Gray Lady and the Academy, designed to make up for the empire's weakness of not having a 'home field advantage'."

"The original idea came from Lord Daedalus. I have to admit that every aspect of the empire has his traces. His death is a loss to the whole world. He once pulled the entire empire out of the ground and gave it to all those with authority.

The nobles use earth veins to bless them, but this only provides convenience for energy and physical recovery, and does not greatly improve the strength."

"So the subsequent improvement is an array that covers the entire empire. I don't know the specific principle, but it can increase the level of all those with authority below level 6 by 1, increase the strength below level 8, and increase it by a small level above level 9.

"

"This is the empire! Even if you are Magic 9, I'm afraid you have never thought about such a grand project, right?" Marshal Slyer said proudly.
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