Have another nightmare?

Viscount Sharp couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart, recalling the scene in his dream, he began to tremble slightly again.

Thinking day by day, dreaming at night, Viscount Sharp has been dreaming of his daughter Patty these days after the threat of Fatalia a few days ago, dreaming of her being played to death in various tragedies, after all, that Her Royal Highness is a high-level succubus...

This kind of fear has been clenching his heart tightly, and it was at this time that Viscount Sharp suddenly realized that he seemed to think of Patty more than he imagined【&

Right now, the original plan has completely gone bankrupt, protecting himself and his wife, the only daughter, is more important than anything else.

dong dong!

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a maid's voice came from outside the door, "Master Viscount, are you awake? Miss Fatalia has been waiting in the living room for a long time."

Is that demon princess waiting for him?

Viscount Sharp rubbed his face, got up from the bed, and shouted loudly: "I see, please allow some time, I need to change."

"Okay, Lord Viscount."

After a while, Viscount Sharp had already changed into his own dress, followed the maid to the reception room, and saw Fatalia, who was also wearing a black dress, sitting on a chair and drinking black tea elegantly. Taking snacks, judging from some food crumbs on the table, it was obvious that Her Royal Highness the Princess with a good appetite was not idle while waiting for his arrival.

Fatalia also noticed the arrival of Viscount Sharp. She squinted her eyes and carefully looked at Viscount Sharp, who almost caused her and the entire Cairns Empire great trouble. He is in good condition now, and his injuries have fully recovered. He is wearing Wearing a black and crimson dress, his face was still pale and thin. Part of his half-length hair was burned off in that battle, but now it is all shaved short, but he looks a bit more energetic. No emotion can be seen in the scarlet eyes similar to Ya's, but it can make people feel the peaceful atmosphere, and the gloomy and bitter temperament has dissipated a lot.

Of course, the most important thing is that it is different from the state of despair and death when the plan just went bankrupt. At this time, he is obviously a little angry, and obviously has the consciousness to live. From this point of view, in It would be useful to mention Patty in front of him. After all, if it weren't for this, he might not have the desire to survive, and it would be Fatalia who was so distressed, and she valued Viscount Sharp very much.

After all, he is the one who can create such a huge animism.

Taking another sip of black tea, Fatalia motioned for Viscount Sharp to sit down, and then asked Favna to pour him a cup of black tea, then Fatalia crossed her legs, put the teacup on the table, and looked at Sharp The Viscount said, "Viscount Sharp, have you fully recovered from your injuries?"

"Thanks to you, it's back to normal."

Viscount Sharp looked at the steaming black tea in the cup, and didn't have the slightest idea of ​​drinking it, "Then why does Her Royal Highness want to see me?"

"I just want to confirm again, is what Viscount Sharp said before true?"

Seeing this, Fatalia did not force her, but asked straightforwardly, and Viscount Sharp also replied clearly: "Your Highness, you know that I no longer have the capital and necessity to lie to you. In fact, whether it is the reproducibility of the animistic technology, the particularity of the animistic produced by the sharp collar, or the related technology of the artificial soul, all of these, all of them, are real, as long as Her Royal Highness wants, I will I can tell you everything I know."

"Really, that's good, then come with me, and I will take you to a place."

Fatalia stood up and patted her skirt, then walked out. Seeing Viscount Sharp hesitated for a moment, she also stood up and followed Fatalia. When she came to the door, Fatalia suddenly remembered something and turned her head to face Viscount Sharp said calmly: "But Viscount Sharp, I want to remind you of one thing. The black tea made by Favna is delicious. It's a pity that you didn't drink it."

In the end, Viscount Sharp still didn't turn around to drink the cup of black tea, and soon he left the Demon King's City with Fatalia in the carriage, and when they got off the carriage, they saw a painting style and surrounding buildings. Slightly different other buildings.

It was a huge white building that was located outside the mountain of Demon King City. Apart from the main white building about 20 meters high, there were also many small white buildings scattered around, occupying a rather large area. These buildings looked extremely orderly, with neat glass windows on them, giving them a sense of regular beauty. Frankly speaking, Viscount Sharp felt that such buildings were more suitable for places like the Holy See on the mainland.

On the top of the tallest building is engraved with a golden emblem - with a hexagram as the background, an open book, with an eye on it, a circle of triangles drawn around the eye, and a quill pen outside the eye , which symbolizes mystery, knowledge, deconstruction, and the heart of inquiry.

It is also the symbol of the Imperial Academy.

"Welcome to the Imperial Academy, Mr. Viscount, the highest wisdom of the entire empire gathers here, and at the same time, it will also be the institution you will work in in the future."

Fatalia opened her hands and introduced to Viscount Sharp who was already stunned, with a little imperceptible pride in her tone, "Here, any deviant and whimsical ideas are welcome, as long as you can prove that your research is not worthless, then you can Gain the support of the empire. Your talents will also be fully utilized here, but one thing to note is that the scholars here do not value status, and you have to learn to get along with them on an equal footing."

"Oh oh..."

Viscount Sharp looked at this stretch of white buildings showing a certain sense of regular beauty, and couldn't help but let out an exclamation of unknown meaning from his throat.

Seeing this, Fatalia gestured for Viscount Sharp to follow, and then led him into the tallest building.

"Sir Fatalia [<+

"Good afternoon, Ser Fatalia."

"Sir Fatalia!"

Seeing some members of the academic society passing by greeted Fatalia respectfully, at first Viscount Sharp thought it was because of Fatalia's princess status, but soon he realized that these people did not call Fatalia Princess Ya, but her...ser.

Viscount Sharp couldn't help asking: "Your Highness, I heard they call you... Sir?"

Fatalia said without turning her head: "You heard me right, Mr. Viscount, the academic academy will award honorary knight titles to those members who have made outstanding academic contributions, and I am one of them. Now The calculus promoted by the empire and other things collectively called advanced mathematics are part of my participation."

This time Viscount Sharp was completely startled. His eyes scanned the small figure in front of him with disbelief. He couldn't believe that Her Royal Highness had made such an academic contribution. Here, too, he seemed compelled to believe.

After amazed all the way, Fatalia finally stopped in front of a door, "We're here."

Viscount Sharp came back to his senses, and looked at the ordinary door in front of him. There was a sign on the door, which read: Department of Soul Research.

Before he could think about the meaning, he saw Fatalia knock on the door, then opened the door and walked in. Viscount Sharp quickly followed, and the first thing that caught his attention was a person in the room under the light. Shiny...skull.

Yes, the skull, because its owner is an undead skeleton.

Malcolm Francis rushed in front of Viscount Sharp, stretched out his bony hands and clenched Viscount Sharp's hand. Although he couldn't see his expression, his chattering teeth were enough to tell others his excitement, "You It’s Viscount Sharp, right?! You invented the artificial method of animism?!”

Viscount Sharp showed a dazed expression. He stared blankly at the pile of skulls beeping and beeping in front of his face. He only felt that his hands were hurting and he didn't know how to react.

Seeing this, Fatalia reluctantly stepped forward and pulled the two of them away, "Mr. Francis, calm down, you don't even have a physical structure and can't control your emotions? Wait, come to think of it, why are you here? Mr. Francis? You don't seem to be from the Soul Research Department? I think I need an explanation."

Malcolm, who was interrupted, looked at the visitor with some dissatisfaction, and then realized that it was Fatalia. Suddenly, a series of things came into his empty mind.

Her Royal Highness, Sir Fatalia, the financial controller of the Academy, reduced research funds, insufficient research funds for the department, failed experiments, further reduced research funds, a vicious circle, broken funds, disbanded departments, and could not conduct research.

Then, in just a short moment, he straightened himself up, rubbed his hands together and made a cracking sound, "Then, Your Royal Highness, you also know that for a researcher, what does Viscount Sharp's arrival mean? Do you want to hold back your curiosity about how the animism is made? You're right."

Fatalia stared at him for a long time, so that Malken scratched his skull in embarrassment before continuing: "Mr. Francis, I understand your thirst for knowledge, but is the deconstruction of the basic runes over?" ?”

"This is..."

Seeing Malken's faltering appearance, Fatalia sighed helplessly, then stretched out her right hand, pressed her thumb and index finger together and rubbed them together.

Immediately, Malken understood everything, and then he coughed, turned and left the room.

"I made you laugh."

Fatalia nodded awkwardly at Viscount Sharp, then turned to look at another very beautiful young woman in the room, "Miss Angus, this is Viscount Sharp."

"I already know, Ser Fatalia."

The woman called Angus smiled and nodded at Fatalia, then looked at Viscount Sharp, "Nice meeting, Viscount Unor Sharp, my name is Charissa Angus, You are the person in charge of the Soul Research Department, I have already learned about your situation in the letter sent by Sir Fatalia, and I welcome you first."

Charissa Angus, she is an angel of death, an evolution of the banshee, the relationship between the angel of death and the banshee is similar to that of the high-level succubus and the succubus, born out of the banshee Not only are they more sensitive to magic power, but they can even interfere with the soul. It is precisely because of this talent that Sharissa can stand out from the crowd in the soul research department and become the head of the soul research department.

Then, Charissa looked at Viscount Sharp and said with a smile, "In the letter, I learned that Viscount Sharp's research on the soul is very in-depth, so I want to explore how Mr. Viscount forcibly implanted memory and modified the soul. Woolen cloth?"

Viscount Sharp was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously replied: "That, it's because..."

Seeing that Charisa and Viscount Sharp were talking happily, Fatalia didn't bother much, so she pushed open the door and walked out, leaving only the two of them talking there.

Just at this moment, Fatalia suddenly frowned, and then took out a golden badge from her arms, which was similar to her personal badge, but this badge had Ender's head on it.

"Long time no see, Fatalia."

A magical virtual screen was projected from the badge in mid-air. Fatalia was taken aback when she saw it, and then said hello: "Ah, Father, it's been a long time. How is the border battle going?"

"It has changed from a stalemate to our dominant side. It is expected to win soon, and I don't plan to go back for the time being. Taking this opportunity can probably greatly reduce the time originally scheduled to unify the magic island. I plan to try it first .”

"That's how it is...Father, pay attention to the wear and tear, the magic island is too big, even if the empire wants to eat it in one bite, it will not be easy."

"Of course I know, but Fatalia, you seem to have lost contact for a while before, what happened? Has it been dealt with?"

"Of course, father, speaking of this, I also brought back a very useful talent. I have written the specific situation in a letter, and it is estimated that it will be delivered to you in a few days."

"Well, that's all right, that is to say, all is well?"

"everything is fine."

"Well then, during my absence, the empire will be taken care of by you."

"I'll do my best, Father."

"Well, the communication is over."

"Communication is over."

The screen disappeared, and the badge exuded a slight heat. Fatalia rubbed the badge lightly, then put it back in her arms, and left the academy with Favna.

She still has a lot of official duties to deal with, but she can't waste time on Viscount Sharp alone.

Chapter 71 The Iron Lion

"Long time no see, Marquis Walker."

The ancient orc Gord Walker, who was wearing the head of a black hound, heard the girl's voice behind him, and quickly turned his head and bowed, "I salute you, Your Royal Highness."

"There's no need to be too polite. After all, I feel a little sorry for making you wait so long."

Fatalia shook her head, then motioned for Marquis Walker to go to the study with her, and then continued: "I lost contact for a while, there was almost a big disturbance in the Demon King's City, and I brought new problems after I came back. It’s quite a hassle with a bunch of things just piled together.”

Hearing Fatalia's complaining voice, Marquis Walker pulled his neckline in embarrassment, "Ah, Your Royal Highness, then my arrival may not be a good thing for you."

Hearing this, Fatalia sighed helplessly, sat behind the desk, picked up the documents on the desk and looked through them, "You don't need to think about it, so what is it?"

"The things Her Royal Highness told me last time have been done, and the results are all here."

With that said, Marquis Walker took out an envelope and handed it to Fatalia, "I have investigated all the nobles in the entire empire, and here is the blacklist."

"So fast?"

Fatalia raised her eyebrows in surprise, then put down the document in her hand and took the envelope from Marquis Walker, "I thought it would take longer for you."

"In fact, it is indeed time-consuming, but it is not difficult to investigate this, because the nobles basically have no intention of hiding it. Frankly speaking... it is shocking."

"To make you say shocking things, it seems that you are really in big trouble—— oh."

Fatalia opened the envelope while talking, and then looked at the name on the paper inside and couldn't help but exclaimed, "This is really..."

"There are 380 people in total, 270 and seven border nobles in total, and the rest are the core nobles in the hinterland of the empire. The glory bestowed on them by His Majesty the Demon King is not as cherished as imagined. These... are the most serious examples. , best suited as a deterrent."

The Marquis Walker sighed, and continued: "But if there is a trial, it will indeed be a very heavy workload, and it will cause a strong backlash from the old noble forces, which is another big problem."

"Don't worry about that."

Fatalia pushed her glasses, and her scarlet eyes glanced indifferently at those familiar or unfamiliar names, "Anyway, this matter will not be dealt with until the end of the war, and by then, the power of the old nobles will basically be eliminated. It's almost weakened, and according to the father's plan, perhaps the empire will acquire a large number of new lands, and these brand new territories will also dilute the influence of the old nobles, as long as your evidence is in place. So, there is nothing to worry about—— So Marquis Walker, is there anything else?"

"There's nothing else important."

"Well, the Marquis of Walker should go back as soon as possible. I have to deal with a lot of documents here, and I don't have much time to entertain you. The diplomatic mission of the Reinhardt Empire still has an appointment in the afternoon, and time is tight."

"In this way, Her Royal Highness is really busy, remember to rest - then I will take my leave first."

"Walk slowly, don't send."

The Marquis Walker stared at the source of the post for a while as he buried his head in writing, then curled his lips, pushed open the door of the study and walked out with his head held high.

……

Three in the afternoon.

The hottest time of the day has not yet passed, a black and red carriage with a cross star and the emblem of the devil has already stopped in front of the building with the golden lion engraved, the princess of the Cairns empire will welcome the princess from the mainland here goodwill.

"Good day, Your Royal Highness, Reinhard Empire sends you greetings."

The envoy who had been waiting at the door for a long time greeted him with a kind smile on his face.

"Good day, my regards to the Reinhardt Empire on behalf of my father."

Fatalia got out of the carriage, looked at the envoy, and asked, "How is Prince Lippit doing?"

"My lord prince is doing well recently. In fact, it is more appropriate to call him the crown prince now."

"Yes, please congratulate me."

Fatalia nodded, and there were not many surprises in her heart. She also has information about another prince of the Reinhardt Empire, so she is more convinced that the one who will inherit the throne will be Libit, and his distance has been established. Being the heir is nothing more than a more attractive feat, and now Libitt is just finally getting what he should have got.

The envoy replied with a smile: "It will definitely. Then, Your Royal Highness, please follow me in. We need to have a more in-depth discussion on the next signing of the trade agreement."

Fatalia followed the envoy to the room where she had a meeting with Prince Lippit. The layout was familiar, but the people she was not familiar with.

"Your Highness, it may be more appropriate to have a direct conversation instead of relaying it through us."

The envoy said so, and activated the magic circle.

A burst of dazzling colorful light flashed, and the magic power was refracted through the complex structure in the crystal ball. A virtual screen appeared above, and a middle-aged man who was not angry and arrogant appeared in front of Fatalia.

Although he is middle-aged, he still has a heroic appearance. His silver-gray half-long hair is tied behind his head, his eyes are also gloomy silver, his beard is neatly trimmed, and he is dressed in a golden-red formal attire. It shows his identity.

The king of the most powerful secular empire on the mainland, the Iron Lion King who rules the Reinhardt Empire, the talented Oliver Reinhardt.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a friendly or vicious smile, "Princess of the Cairns Empire, good day, I am the king of the Reinhardt Empire, Oliver Reinhardt."

"Oh……"

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