Three Sentences Cost Fifty Million

"Teacher is the person closest to the Golden Throne!"

Ansiwodoss looked stunned, but instantly understood what Rayne meant. If Rayne agreed to enter the High Council, the Modu School would have six votes guaranteed, and with Master Oruoin, whom they had already drawn close to, their votes would exceed half.

As a result, he would completely control the High Council and become the Empire's de facto ruler!

He would have the power of an emperor without the title.

In that instant, Ansiwodoss thought of many things. The image of the Golden Throne in the Rick Palace appeared before his eyes, and an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

He suddenly understood a little why Rayne was so eager to become emperor.

However, the old Wizard immediately regained his composure and snorted. "I only wanted to stop you from going astray. How could I have thought that far?"

"Doesn't Teacher want to sit on the Golden Throne?" Rayne asked seriously.

"Not at all."

Ansiwodoss shook his head without hesitation and said calmly, "Power will only affect the efficiency of my exploration of the truths of Magic."

"I prefer to preside over the Empire as the leader of the Modu School. Even if I control the High Council, I won't have the final say on everything alone. I will fully respect the opinions of the other Soul Saint Wizards. As long as a proposal benefits the Empire, I will set aside factional prejudices and support it." He stated his position very solemnly.

Wasn't this just a system of collective responsibility?

Collective responsibility actually meant that no one was responsible. If something went wrong, there would be no way to hold anyone accountable.

Rayne secretly shook his head. The Soul Eye confirmed that everything Teacher had said was true. Teacher truly had