After the full level, my soft rice system is long overdue

……

squeak-

The metal door opened slowly.

In room 101, Isabella Fresberg, the third princess of the Alan Empire, was waiting for him.

Isabella is a girl with long silver-white hair, with a regular and delicate face.

What is more eye-catching is her noble and stern aura, which makes the witnesses ignore her age and appearance involuntarily.

Different from the court dress she wore when she met Charles in the past, at this moment Isabella is wearing a black and red military uniform with a pattern of black eagles patterned with golden silk thread.

The black eagle is the symbol of the Aram Empire.

Seeing Charles coming, Isabella stood up from the bright red heart-shaped bed in the center of the room, and petals fell around the bed.

She walked through the room full of bouquets of roses, picked up the antique teapot on the table, and made a cup of tea for Charles in the way of "three nods of the phoenix": "Come and try my craft."

Charles picked up his teacup and looked it over.

As expected, it is the most high-end limited customization model in the Golden Deer Chamber of Commerce, and the value of one piece is several thousand gold coins.

Including the cost of other tea sets, tea leaves, and tea art training, a set would cost more than [-] to [-] gold coins.

As the designer of this series of products of the Golden Deer Chamber of Commerce, Shire can enjoy [-]% of the dividends for each product sold, which means that Isabella alone provided him with nearly [-] gold coins divided into.

It is worthy of being the largest capitalist in the empire!

The feeling of slaughtering a big family is cool.

Charles felt that his mood suddenly became much happier. He took a sip from his teacup and put a bag of gold coins on the table: "I lost your five hundred gold coins last time."

Isabella also brewed a cup for herself, and the technique was as standard as a textbook.

She sat across from Shire with a teacup, and took Shire's purse: "You are still the same as before."

Charles was puzzled: "Same as before?"

Isabella took a sip of tea, and her movements were meticulous: "I have had this feeling since the first time I met you. You have a slight sense of alienation from this world."

"This feeling is very vague. If you have to make a metaphor...it seems that you are not a real resident of this world, but more like a passerby."

"Maybe." Charles nodded noncommittally, and changed the topic: "Why did you ask me to meet here?"

Compared with the weird hotel in front of him, Shire is still more used to Isabella's lord's manor outside the king's city. In the past, the members of their adventurer team often teamed up in that manor.

Isabella lifted up a strand of silver-white hair hanging from her forehead, and the scent mixed with incense and flowers in the room made her frown beautifully.

"Because in the eyes of some people, I should already be cursed at this moment, and I should be ill at home. I shouldn't have the energy to meet outsiders."

This hotel is one of the properties that Isabella secretly controlled, so she chose it as the meeting place for this meeting. However, in order to keep it secret, even the person in charge of Isabella's arrival was not notified.

However, there seems to be some subtle differences between this place and the hotel that Isabella imagined was used to facilitate boarding and catering for travelers.

Charles understood Isabella's meaning: "The king's election ceremony? Is it a trick made by other competitors?"

Isabella nodded.

"Is there anything I can do to help? If you don't want external forces to interfere with the empire, I can do it in my own name."

"No need." Isabella shook her head: "What the current empire needs is not a gentle and moderate lord, but a real emperor who can completely conquer the disorganized nobles and then reunite them into one. .”

"If I can't even overcome such a level with my own strength, then even if I win the king's election ceremony, it will be meaningless."

"Moreover, this is also an opportunity for me, an opportunity to use external pressure to become a legend."

Isabella walked up to Charles step by step, her black and thin stockings looming under the cover of the military uniform.

"I've been behind you for seven years... If I continue to live like this, maybe I will be trapped in this last step of breaking through the legend for the rest of my life."

"Now that I think about it, when I advanced the fastest, I was traveling with you as an adventurer on the mainland, when I faced powerful enemies, faced desperation, and walked between life and death countless times."

"For some people, the king's election ceremony is a gamble of life and death. If there is a chance, they will not be merciful to me."

She looked at Charles with those beautiful dark purple eyes: "If I say—"

"If I am defeated, even if you are about to die, you can't save me. If you do, I will hate you for chasing and killing you for the rest of my life. What will you do?"

Charles thought for a while, then shook his head: "I will still save you."

He didn't avoid Isabella's eyes: "Compared to seeing my friend die in front of my eyes, then I would rather be hated by you for a lifetime."

Chapter 25 Good Intelligence Workers

Isabella recalled the first time she and Shire met ten years ago.

At that time, she was only 15 years old. Like every candidate for the throne of the empire, she concealed her identity and left the imperial capital, and began her experience in the western continent as an adventurer.

It's a pity that her adventurer team encountered setbacks before it was established——

As the iron triangle of the team recognized by the Western Continent, Warfare and Priest are indispensable, but most of the wizards in the Western Continent are concentrated in the arcane capital, and most of the remaining outstanding ones are taken care of by powerful forces and nobles. There are very few wizards, and most of them can't get into the eyes of Her Royal Highness Isabella.

It was for this reason that Charles and Isabella met.

The current Isabella still remembers the appearance of Shire at that time, her eyes were bloodshot, and beside her was a slime hill made of slime corpses.

He just wiped out an entire slime population.

"What are you doing?"

Isabella asked like this at the time, and she couldn't understand Shire's behavior.

In Isabella's cognition, people who will become adventurers are either named or Muli, or they are for self-satisfaction.

As the lowest level of monsters, slimes have almost no valuable materials on them. Even if hundreds of them are killed, they are not worth a lot of money, and those material merchants will not buy them.

Obviously, people will praise the hero who killed the dragon, but they will never praise the butcher who wiped out the slime.

Could it be that the other party is a psychopath who feels happy as long as he kills life?

"Slimes reproduce extremely fast, and only need to leave one alive to reproduce a new race by self-split, which is the most efficient choice for gaining experience."

The other party spoke without looking back.

"Of course, I don't know if there is experience value in this world, but it may be based on some kind of feedback rule of the magic net. Every time I use a spell, my magic power limit will indeed increase slightly."

"If you want to complete career advancement quickly, these are the prerequisites for advancement that must be met."

"In other words, this is the optimal solution for speedrunning."

Ciel released a "cleansing technique" for himself, cleaning up the slime all over his body.

He wiped his hands, stood up and looked at Isabella: "I can guess the purpose of your coming to me. Frankly speaking, although the number of slimes is sufficient, I also have to prepare the materials for casting spells every time." A lot of overhead has seriously affected the efficiency of my brush experience."

"If you can be responsible for reimbursement of my expenses in the field of spells, then I don't mind acting with you."

At that time, Isabella thought about the small coffers she brought out, and finally made a decision of "Come on, my sister will support you".

At that time, the adventurer team with only two original members was the legendary adventure group "Morning Star" that was later sung by countless bards in the Western Continent.

……

"Maybe, I was wrong."

"Compared to when we first met, you are really different now."

"If it was you back then, you would probably just nod your head, and then bluntly respect my choice."

Isabella looked directly into Charles' eyes.

The corners of her mouth suddenly raised slightly, and her originally icy expression melted like ice and snow.

"Don't worry, when the time comes, I won't hold on."

"Besides, I do need your help—" Isabella's smile flickered, and she quickly recovered her usual aura: "That mysterious organization called Iron Moon."

Charles breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew Isabella's character. The silver-haired princess in front of him had an almost stubborn pride that was completely opposite to her petite appearance. If she really made a decision, she would never waver at all.

As for Isabella knowing about the existence of the cult, it was already expected by Charles.

With the secret information network of the Third Emperor and her control over the imperial capital, it is not difficult to grasp some superficial information.

"According to the information I received, it seems that among my competitors, there is someone who is related to the sect called Iron Moon."

"The rules of the king's election ceremony do not exclude the use of external forces."

"It's just that what the other party planned doesn't seem to be just targeting me."

"I'm not worried that the other party will unite against me. In other words, I hope that they will put more pressure on me so that I can break through in adversity."

"It's just that at that time, if they break the rules, or even cooperate with that sect to drag the civilians of the imperial capital into trouble, I may not have the energy to deal with it."

Charles nodded: "Leave it to me."

"it is good."

Isabella obviously had great confidence in Charles, and she stopped mentioning it after he nodded in response.

After finishing the business, Isabella stood up, her dark military uniform outlined a lazy curve.

She casually picked up a cat ear headdress beside the bed: "What is this?"

Ciel thought of the guests in the hotel who wore masks to hide their identities, and the half-elf at the front desk who gave him a secret signal, which made him think of the liaison officer in the spy war drama: "Maybe, it is used to facilitate disguise when surrounded Escaped disguise props?"

He looked around the room. In addition to the cat ear headgear, there were rabbit ears, dog ears, and even pointed ears of elves and vampires.

"I didn't expect that even the tools to get out when being searched are prepared, and the number of disguised races is so complete. It seems that this hotel has long been secretly built to function as a secret intelligence base."

Isabella praised a few words, and put the cat ear headdress on her head.

"How does the camouflage work?"

Charles nodded in agreement: "That's right, you look no different from an orc girl now."

He suddenly remembered the second key that the poor-breasted half-elf had handed to him earlier. He scanned the entire room, and soon found the entrance to a secret room.

Charles used the key with a heart pattern to open the secret room, and he was quite shocked by the sight in front of him.

"Unexpectedly, there is even a torture room in this stronghold!"

In the secret room, all kinds of torture instruments used in torture are readily available.

On the wall of the secret room, there are even graphic tutorials of various binding methods thoughtfully depicted on paper.

Charles took down a rope and whip from the wall: "Isn't this a bit too cruel?"

"No, what if time is tight and there is not enough time to transfer the target? On-site interrogation is the best choice."

"Being kind to the enemy is being cruel to yourself. As a superior, you should have such an awareness."

Isabella's words are full of pity for talent.

"With such an intelligence work ability, it is obviously a bit inferior to be the person in charge in a hotel."

"Perhaps she could be put in charge of higher-level intelligence work."

Chapter 26 The master of success is myself

Now that he had agreed to Isabella, Charles decided to focus his next work on the religious order called Iron Moon.

The request of His Royal Highness the Third Emperor was only part of the reason, and more importantly, Shire himself was very interested in the evil god that might exist behind it.

That is an ancient god who has probably survived several epochs, how many secrets of the old epoch are hidden in him, no one else dares to even think about it.

This allure to Shire, a classical wizard whose life creed is seeking knowledge, is like Sanxingdui to archaeologists. Whether Isabella makes a request or not, Shire cannot give up this opportunity.

"However, this is the imperial capital after all."

"If you want to control the overall situation without threatening the enemy, then breaking into the enemy's interior is undoubtedly the best choice."

"The question now is, how can I get in."

Although the missionary young man who asked him if he wanted to buy it during the illusion test before said something mysteriously, "When the assessment is over, the organization will naturally send someone to contact you."

However, Charles could guess that what the other party said was probably to locate believers through the mutual induction of the gray and white breath.

The problem is that the breath on my body has been eaten up by the spiritual ocean.

Not to mention that the missionary young man was arrested by the cardinal of the Holy See of Dawn just after the entrance examination was over, and he is still imprisoned in the dark dungeon of some heresy trial.

Xia Er felt that if he waited until the end of time in the imperial capital, he might not be able to wait for the person to join him.