A series of amazing things are happening in this 200-year-old imperial capital - some people are being cleared, some mistakes are being corrected, some plans that have been abandoned are being restarted, some people have left their homes and disappeared from this world, and others have suddenly received secret orders, activated and started their activities like seeds that have been dormant for ten years...

And all of this was shrouded in the particularly thick and long fog of the fog of the year 739 Tifeng.

Earl Duller stood in the mansion of his family. He stood on the balcony on the third floor, looking at the foggy street outside through the wide crystal glass window. Today's fog spread a little, so he could see clearly the scene across the street - the spire and porch of St. Jorham's God of War Church stood in the fog, but on this day that was usually used for worship, there were no civilians in front of the church.

The most bold civilians stayed dozens of meters away from the church gate, looking at what was happening on the street with a timid and frightened expression.

There were about a brigade of obsidian imperial guards and a large number of wanderers fighting mages in black robes gathered in front of the church door. Many scattered soldiers could be seen near the paths around the church and the hidden intersections. Earl Duller saw that the commander of the imperial guards was ordering people to open the door of the church. The priests in the church obviously did not cooperate, but after a not friendly "communication", the iron-black gate was forcibly broken.

The fully armed Obsidian Imperial Guards and the combat mage rushed in.

Some of the civilians who watched the fun in the distance were exclaiming, some held their breath, and some of them might be believers of the God of War - they looked in pain, cursing and shouting something, but no one dared to actually step forward and cross the line of defense formed by soldiers and combat mages.

The chaos lasted for a while, and even a distance between Count Dulle could sense more than once more violent magic fluctuations in the church. He saw some flashes in the dark doorway, which made him subconsciously pull the buttons on his chest. Then, the flashes, noises and magic fluctuations in the church ended. He saw that the soldiers and mages who had just entered the church were withdrawing in an orderly manner, some of whom were injured, and some were escorting a dozen war god priests wearing thrones, and the priests walked out of it.

The civilians gathered in the distance became even more restless. This time, soldiers finally stood up to stop the commotion, and another soldier pointed in the direction of the church door. Earl Duller saw the commander of the imperial guards coming out of the church last. The tall and burly man seemed to be carrying something wet on his shoulder. When he walked outside and threw the thing on the ground, Earl Duller vaguely saw what it was.

It was a large mass of flesh and blood that had rotten, obviously showing a mutant form. Even if there was a mist blocking it, he saw the tentacles that were squirming around the flesh and blood, as well as the hideous faces that kept emerging from the blood stain.

The crowd screamed in horror. A combat mage began to read the search conclusion of the St. Jorum Church with amplification. Several soldiers stepped forward to summon the flames with magic balls and began to purify the dirty and terrible flesh and blood in public. Earl Duller suddenly felt a strong disgust. He couldn't help but cover his mouth and took a step back, but he couldn't help but look at the streets and the terrifying scene.

The blazing flames had already begun to burn, and a roar that was not like a human voice suddenly rang out for a while, and then quickly disappeared.

The evil spirits were found from the church, the flame purification was carried out on the street, and the heretics were publicly judged... Earl Duller did not expect that he would see such a scene in his lifetime. In his impression, such scenes only appeared in history books - in the era when human civilization was at its most stormy, the country was not firmly established, and all kinds of dark, depraved, and distorted forces were still entrenched on this land, so similar things would happen.

Great Tifeng, when have you been so critical?

Earl Duller frowned and felt a little breathless. He had felt this suffocating feeling when the parliament was temporarily closed. At that time, he thought he had seen the most dangerous and tense moments of the country, but now he finally realized that the threats the land faced were still far deeper. Obviously, the rulers of the empire were aware of these dangers and therefore took a series of actions today.

He now has no concern about the matter of the parliament. He only hopes that the measures taken by His Majesty the Emperor are effective and timely enough to pull the country out of the quagmire.

At this moment, footsteps came from behind, and a familiar breath appeared behind Earl Duller. Without turning around, he knew that the other party was a servant who had followed him for many years, so he asked casually: "What happened?"

"Sir," the attendant stood two meters away, drooping his hands respectfully, but with a hint of nervousness in his tone, "Vissue Connelly, No. 16 Maple Leaf Street, was taken away this morning... and was taken away by the Obsidian Imperial Guard..."

Earl Duller's fingers subconsciously shook for a moment, and then let out a soft sigh after two seconds: "I understand."

"Do you still meet Earl Bern Toulan tomorrow?"

"...Cancel the meeting, I will ask Dawn to bring a plea to explain the situation in person," Earl Duller shook his head, "Does Carria know about this?"

The attendant immediately replied: "Miss already knows it-she is worried about her fiancé's situation, but she is still in the room without your permission."

"... Let her continue to stay in the room. No one can do anything about this," Earl Duller closed his eyes and said in a complicated tone. "Tell him in addition, Viscount Connellian will come back safely - but there will be no more Connellian's Viscount in the future. I will reconsider this marriage, and... forget it, I will talk to her in person."

"Yes, sir."

Earl Duller nodded, and at this moment, he suddenly saw new movements on the street opposite from the corner of his eyes.

He saw a black magic car coming from a distant intersection, which was hung with the emblem of the royal family and the obsidian imperial guards.

A sudden burst of nervousness and panic came up from the bottom of his heart, causing Earl Duller to clench his fists subconsciously. Although he did not think he had any stains and bad deeds that would cause trouble during this period, his eyes were still staring at the car - almost every edge of it, every wheel, and every piece of crystal glass were engraved in his mind - he stared at it from the direction of the intersection, little by little closer to the gate of his mansion.

He felt that his heart was about to jump out, and his high concentration even made him feel the illusion that the car had begun to slow down. His ears were filled with the sound of blood stimulating. Then, he saw the car driving over without slowing down, passing his mansion, and heading towards another house.

It was not until this time that Count Dulle realized that he had not breathed for a long time. He suddenly gasped, which even caused a severe cough. The servant behind him immediately stepped forward and patted him on the back, and asked nervously and caringly: "Sir, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, cough, it's fine," Earl Duller said while coughing, while his eyes were still chasing the black magic car that was almost driving into the fog. After the discomfort was slightly relieved, he couldn't help but smile strangely, "It seems... this time, no one can stop him..."

"Sir?" the attendant was confused, "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing," Earl Duller waved his hand, and at the same time loosened the buttons on his neck, "Go to the wine cellar and bring the bottle of platinum phes that I have treasured. I need to calm down..."

...

Hadilan sat in an study room of his own in the Obsidian Palace. The smell of incense was refreshing, and the decorative shield hanging on the nearby walls shone brightly under the magic crystal lamp. The young Obsidian Imperial Commander looked at his desk - on the dark red table, and a list was spread out before him.

"Another name..." he mumbled softly, picking up the pen next to him and crossing out a name, but his brows became even more tight as the name was crossed off.

A gentle knock on the door suddenly came, interrupting Hadillen's thoughts.

The prince raised his head and looked in the direction of the door: "Please come in."

The door opened, and Diana, wearing a black maid's skirt and long black hair, appeared in front of Hadilan.

"Ah, Ms. Diana..." Hadillon couldn't help but smile and sighed after seeing the captain maid, "No wonder I can't feel who the breath outside the door is... Is there anything wrong? Don't tell me it's a new list..."

"Yes, Prince Hadilan, this is a new list," Diana nodded lightly, stepped forward and placed a document that had been solidified in magic encapsulation on Hadilan's book case. "Based on the intelligence collected by the wanderers over the years, we finally locked in a group of people who have always been destroying the New Deal, or have been controlled by the Church of the God of War, or have colluded with external forces - they still need to be interrogated, but the results should not be much different."

"List, list, new list..." Hadillon took the document with a wry smile, and his eyes hurriedly swept over it. "In fact, many people even if they don't investigate, I know that they will appear on it. For more than ten years, they have been tirelessly managing their own forces, eroding the various dividends brought by the new policy. This kind of destructive behavior is almost on the table..."

He paused halfway through his words, glanced at several names and glanced at the corners of his mouth.

"Did you secretly collude with Cecil again... accept the purchase of cash or shares, or be caught with the political handle... There is indeed no shortage of such people in the proud and glorious 'upper society'."

"There should be more lines behind these people - but most of our investigations have failed before they begin," Diana said with a blank expression. "The people who contacted them are very alert, and all contacts can be cut off in one direction. These people who are bribed are just the most extreme pieces. They don't even know the existence of other people, so in the end we can only catch these most trivial spies."

"I've heard of the Cecilians' Military Intelligence Agency, and their 'Intelligence Operators'... We've dealt with them a few times," Hadillen said casually, "It's really a very tricky opponent, much harder than the spies and Shadow Brotherhood of the Kaoling Kingdom, and I believe you, these people are only a part of the exposure, and there are only more people who are not exposed - otherwise I'm really sorry for the name of the Military Intelligence Agency."

While saying that, he placed the list next to him.

"I will deal with this part of the list of nobles myself, and every name here should be sold at a good price at the negotiating table."

Diana nodded and took a step back almost silently: "Then I'll leave first."

The next second, her figure disappeared into the room.

Hadillan blinked, looked at the still open door, and muttered helplessly: "At least close the door..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a familiar voice coming from the corridor outside the door: "This is because she saw me coming here."

The next second, a tall figure in a black palace dress walked into the study and nodded to Hadilan with a smile: "It seems you are so busy."

Hadilan looked at Matilda who suddenly visited, unexpectedly: "How could you show up at this time? Don't you have to deal with those uneasy aristocratic representatives and those merchants who can't calm down?"

"It's over - it's not worth it to comfort them for more than two hours," Matilda said casually, "so I'll take a look at your situation, but it seems that your work will take a long time to complete?"

"Ms. Diana just brought me a new list," Hadillan raised his eyelids, a hint of fatigue and helplessness in his deep eyes inherited from Rosetta Augustus, "all of which must be dealt with."

Matilda's eyes fell on Hadilan's desk, and then she looked away.

Hadilan glanced at his sister and said casually: "If you want to inquire about Andessa, then I suggest you go to Ms. Diana - the wanderer is more informed than me in terms of intelligence. But I don't think there will be more detailed information on her side. Now our Western Front intelligence network is hindered, and the Cecils have very strict control over Andessa's related information. We can only know some public information... She is still alive and lives well. The Cecils have not treated her badly and other surrendered soldiers. I think you can feel more at ease."

"I know that even from the perspective of political interests, the Cecils will treat 'important hostages' like Andessa. I'm not worried about this," Matilda said, unable to help pressing his eyebrows with his hands, and then glaring at Hadillen slightly, "but I'm very dissatisfied with your random guesses about my mind."
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