Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

It was still the same harp hall, still the same soundproof screen.

As soon as he entered the hall, Soran embraced Empress Maria.

Empress Maria did not resist his actions.

"Is it the same as last night?" Empress Maria asked gently, her voice filled with anticipation.

Soran nodded, and then said shyly, "Can I see your—"

Empress Maria's ears turned slightly red, and she nodded lightly, "Yes, I'll only allow you to hold them,

but don't do anything else."

Soran nodded, indicating his understanding. Empress Maria took off her court robe, revealing a low-cut dress underneath, and slightly pulled down the straps.

Early the next morning, Alfonso and Leizel were summoned to the palace by Empress Maria.

The two were overjoyed to receive the Aurora Breathing Technique and ten powerful magic potions.

"If it's really as Maria said, I'm confident I can break through to the eighth rank within a month," Leizel said, his hand holding the magic potion trembling slightly.

Over the years, he had been criticized countless times for being a seventh-rank magic conductor serving as the vice-principal of the Royal Academy, and today he finally had a chance to redeem himself.

"The two elder brothers only need to know that Soran found all of these for you," Empress Maria said with a smile.

Alfonso and Leizel nodded in unison.

"In a few days, His Highness will be returning to the Northwest. Do we need to prepare anything for him?" Alfonso asked.

Empress Maria shook her head: "The only thing lacking is the protection of a true expert."

The words 'true expert' made Alfonso's heart tremble slightly.

He naturally understood what it meant.

Leizel said, "After returning, I will go see Grandpa. Maybe it will be helpful to him as well."

Empress Maria nodded.

If it was really useful to Grandpa, it would also be a great opportunity for the Harun family.

In a certain garden within the palace, Soran found Class, who was studying the Holy Scripture of Light, still looking like a devout believer.

If Soran hadn't caught him personally, he would have almost been deceived by Class.

"Is Royal Brother studying the Holy Scripture of Light?" Soran greeted, his voice tinged with amusement.

When Class saw Soran, he immediately smiled: "Royal Brother, I thought you weren't coming to find me!"

Soran said unhappily: "Did you think I was like you? These past few days, I had to study government affairs with the ministers in the morning, and visit several elders in the afternoon. Only today did I finally have some free time."

Class smiled gently, a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"Royal Brother is right! Royal Brother, is there anything fun in the Northwest?" Class asked, his tone filled with anticipation.

Soran glanced at him warily, picked up a pastry, and put it in his mouth: "The land is barren, and the most populous city is Fulja City. The total population is less than one-tenth of that of the Imperial Capital. If you want to see the scenery of yellow sand filling the sky, it's indeed a good place."

Class shook his head after listening, his handsome face filled with disapproval.

"I wouldn't go to such a harsh place," Class said, his tone full of disdain, obviously not interested in the poverty and desolation of the Northwest.

"What, do you want to go out and train?" Soran asked, his eyes with a hint of mockery.

Class quickly shook his head, a trace of embarrassment flashing in his eyes: "The High Priest of the Temple wants me to go out and travel, spread the faith of the God of Light. This is the path that every aspiring priest of light must take."

Soran nodded, secretly calculating in his heart. He remembered that Class in the game also left the Imperial Capital in these years and traveled throughout the empire.

When the tyrant Soran monopolized the power of the court, Class only returned once to advise the tyrant Soran, and then never appeared again, even preventing the Temple of Light from interfering in the struggles of the royal family.

Soran asked: "Where are you planning to go?"

"My first stop will be the Priston Province," Class replied, his tone revealing his anticipation for that place.

Soran said unhappily: "You don't want to go there to eat fish, do you!"

Class loved to eat fish, and the Priston Province was the empire's largest coastal province, adjacent to the South Sea Province, and it was famous for its flavorful seafood.

Soran's tone was tinged with teasing, obviously knowing Class's true intentions.

Because he understood him, Soran found that this guy was different on the inside than on the outside. However, the only thing that could be confirmed was that he was a devout believer in the God of Light, but his way of dealing with people was a bit like the Buddhist monk Daoji, who believed that meat and wine passed through the intestines, but the Buddha remained in the heart.

"Royal Brother, do you need me to bring you any gifts?" Class asked with a smile, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Soran rested his chin on his hand and said with a serious expression: "Catch me a few salmon. I want sashimi."

"Salmon? Sashimi?" Class was obviously confused by Soran's words.

Because he loved to eat fish, he knew a lot about the types of fish, but he had never heard of salmon.

As for sashimi, did it mean eating live fish?

"Haha, the color of the fish is dark red. These are not important. Have you been messing around in the palace lately?" Soran suddenly grabbed Class and asked solemnly.

Class nodded: "I haven't done anything like that again. My mother has arranged for me several older maids."

Soran immediately nodded, not going to delve into the matter further.

As the day of Soran's departure from the Imperial Capital approached, the atmosphere in the entire Imperial Capital became unusually tense.

Obviously, many nobles were already worried about whether Soran would take action against their children and grandchildren after returning to the Northwest.

This time, failing to transfer Soran back to the Imperial Capital was their biggest failure.

At this critical moment, a piece of news was like a blockbuster, instantly causing huge waves in the Imperial Capital.

The protagonist of this news was Vice-Principal Leizel, who had been lingering in the seventh-rank magic conductor realm for nearly twenty years.

On the last day before Soran was about to leave, Vice-Principal Leizel experienced an unprecedented soul baptism in the magic room where he had been cultivating in seclusion.

His magic power, after a long period of accumulation and tempering, finally broke through the bottleneck on this day, successfully advancing to the eighth-rank magic mentor, becoming a well-deserved magic mentor vice-principal.