Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 580: Brewing a Conspiracy
In the palace, the faint roar of machines can be heard.

Ever since Byrne defected, the Empire theoretically could no longer receive magic power supplies or import more collectors.

However, there is an unexpected seller involved in this business. Although the seller does not want to reveal his name, now all the world can do is either this or that.

So William looked down on these people. In the past, they were just damp otakus hiding in towers and ruins caves. Now they are getting too arrogant and some of their habits cannot be changed.

But he doesn't care.

Gregory didn't care. Recently, there are three words to describe him: dirty, drunk, and smiling.

Whether the emperor was discussing military and national affairs or interpreting dreams for the queen, as long as he drank a few sips of wine, there was nothing this bastard monk dared not say. But even so, William II still gave him amazing trust.

Many nobles, whose sons and daughters were involved in the National Salvation Alliance, sought ways to save themselves and their lives. Finally, they found out that the most effective way was to rely on Gregory's connections.

He only needed to open his big mouth that reeked of alcohol and fishy smell and whisper something in the ear of the emperor or empress, and someone would be pardoned or executed more quickly.

The Empire's Parliament was in a state of suspension at this time, and representatives from any area occupied by the Alliance would be imprisoned, regardless of whether the prisoners themselves supported the Alliance.

Even if some people wanted to change the situation, they were powerless to do so - they found that meeting the emperor had become an extremely difficult task, and the only person who was allowed to deliver oral instructions from the palace was Gregory.

William felt a little bored when he saw his left hand. He stood up and patted his luxurious silk robe: "How many people were executed yesterday?"

"You should say how many people were purified." The evil monk retorted to the emperor carelessly. Anyway, the next words would definitely satisfy him:
"Eleven. Eleven lives, fresh, old, rotten, whatever. The most important thing is that they are disloyal.

"Do I need to relay what your newly appointed Speaker of the Empire said at the banquet, slandering you in every possible way?"

"No thanks, who else?"

"Among those at the table, there was also a special envoy from Württemberg and a few old men from the military. I'm sorry, I don't remember their names, but it doesn't matter. No one escaped punishment." Gregory proudly introduced himself and how the order had thwarted a plot to overthrow the empire.

"very good."

The emperor closed the door and did not meet with ministers, and ignored state affairs, but he was able to rely on Gregory and his sect to sit firmly on the throne because the evil monk used mysterious means.

In the imperial capital, anyone who attempted to harm the emperor would die suddenly due to various coincidences. Over time, an invisible and unknown terror shrouded these powerful people, and no one dared to talk about William II anymore.

It now seemed that the emperor's only loyal minister, and the only loyalty he needed, was Gregory, a drunken and crazy monk.

Unfortunately, he had to leave the imperial capital for a while because there was an important, secret mission authorized by the emperor that he had to complete.

"Your Majesty, please take good care of yourself while I am away. I would like to extend my regards to Her Majesty the Queen and the Princes."

When Gregory said goodbye, he bowed deeply again. This way, his head, supported by his tall body, would be closer to the ground, so he liked to do this.

The emperor looked at the top of the other's head, where the roots of his greasy hair stuck to his festering scalp. He felt sick and said, "Go. Go to the city that is about to turn against me, Opfer."

The ninth-level archmage Saga Ericsson has recently received a lot of intelligence indicating that the religious group that believes in the Mother Earth is active near the imperial capital.

Now, there is another report from the magic guild claiming that a large number of abnormal phenomena have occurred in the state capital where the imperial forces and the National Salvation Alliance meet, and they suspect that it is the infiltration of the power of the Mother Goddess, and they are requesting support from the Senate and the Thirteen Magic Towers. "I will handle it myself." He replied to the guild member who asked for help.

Saga's words were low and reassuring.

He was a solemn man, his age invisible beneath his shaggy facial hair, and his stocky, low-lying build gave rise to subtle rumors of dwarven ancestry.

Intermarriage between humans and dwarves is a taboo that both races strictly prohibit, but is it really possible? It is said that it will produce "mules" - infertile. However, mules will have better performance and inherit some of the advantages of "horses" and "donkeys".

Unfortunately, the Tower of First Flame is located at the junction of the Human Empire and the Dwarf Confederation. Such rumors troubled him for the first half of his life, until he became the chief of one of the Thirteen Magic Towers and made others shut up.

Saga is about to go out, and the place to seek help is Opfer, a city in the central part of the empire.

There is snow outside the tower, but inside the tower is warm like spring, even a little hot. It is like a blast furnace. In addition to the part on the surface, it goes directly dozens of meters underground, storing the original fire deep inside.

According to legend, the holy fire that continuously burns and leaps at the bottom of the tower is the first flame obtained by the mortal world, stolen from the chest of the Creator by a half-human, half-god hero.

After feeling the warmth of the fire, the chief of the First Fire Tower stepped into the teleportation array and arrived at the place where the guild was asking for help.

Saga frowned and intuitively felt uncomfortable. As a great wizard, he was keenly aware that the magical environment here had changed.

The state capital that requested support was located downstream on the Oder River.

It might be a pollution incident, Saga judged, because the Oward disaster happened in the upper reaches of the river, and perhaps some evil creatures that leaked the power of the Mother Goddess had escaped and drifted to this place.

"Is there anything unusual?"

"Recently, many people have started to have special nightmares. Most of them dream of various monsters, while a few people see some ancient temples in their dreams and hear vague female voices calling.
"In serious cases, some began to hear the voices while awake, and then went crazy. Others remained awake, and they said they felt the voices were becoming clearer and clearer. We plan to use these people to find out what the female voice in the dream is saying."

"." Saga restrained his temper and did not scold the guild members in person. How stupid it was to want to listen to the evil god's whispers.
He arranged: “Calm down the people who have nightmares, and distribute diluted water of life and death and tranquilizers to them when necessary to stop them from having nightmares.

"Purify all the crazy people and those who can hear unknown calls."

"How to purify?"

"As for my personal preference, I'd use fire." A ball of fire burst out from Saga's hands, and the confusing sparks and flames conveyed a sacred meaning.

"Fire purifies everything, provided it is burned cleanly."

"Among those who heard the call, there are many important people in this city, and even a spellcaster."

"I've said it once, and I won't say it again." Sakya asked again: "Have believers of unknown faith appeared in the villages around you?"

“Yes, we are communicating with the city council to see if it can be banned.”

"Don't waste any more time. Use the 'purification procedure' for everything."

(End of this chapter)