Reinhardt stands in the main hall of the Victoria palace.
The dark blue military jacket was still stained with dust brought back from Vagrian, and the gold griffon brooch on the collar flashed in the afternoon sunlight coming in from the window.
The sound in the main hall was very noisy.
"Your Majesty, Grand Duke, look at this - I almost sacrificed my life for the empire!"
Hermann's voice came from the center of the hall, with a cry in it, echoing in the empty hall. He was leaning on a cane, and his left leg was wrapped with thick gauze, and there was a faint trace of blood on the gauze.
His hair was messed up, and there was a shallow mark on his face that had not completely healed.
"On the way to Vagrian, we met the purple monster crawling out of the ground! The monster was bigger than our airship!
It tore a big hole on our port side with one claw! The ship was falling down, and so were the people...
I, I, Hermann, had only one thought in my mind at that time - I can't die, I can't die here, the empire's mission has not been completed yet -"
His voice was trembling, but his eyes were secretly observing the expression of Augustus VII on the throne and the expression of Grand Duke Cavendish next to him.
The point is, everything he said is true.
Reinhardt stood nearby, feeling a little surprised.
He had already heard about this from other messengers at Vagrian - the airship encountered Aiyileiyas, the King of Warcraft, on the way. The hull was damaged and it made an emergency landing.
After the forced landing, Hermann organized the survivors and reluctantly activated the airship again to assist the red dragon Valerirus in the battle. After another forced landing, he led the personnel on foot to Valerilus City.
He thought that this guy who looked like a follower of others would be the first to run away in that situation, but he didn't.
He organized a rescue, distributed water and food, and even rescued a straggler young soldier on the way.
So even though Hermann is here now crying like making trouble, Reinhardt didn't have anyone drag him out.
He just walked over and persuaded me in a calm tone.
"Hermann Your Excellency, it is more important now to report information to His Majesty the Emperor and the Grand Dukes."
In the main hall, Emperor Augustus was sitting on the throne, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest.
Several Grand Dukes were sitting on chairs on both sides, some frowning and some chatting in low voices.
Grand Duke Cavendish sat closest to the throne, his brows furrowed tightly and his fingers unconsciously drawing circles on his knees.
"Okay, okay, Sir Hermann, the kingdom will remember your achievements. Now let's report the current situation first."
Grand Duke Cavendish spoke, his tone impatient, but not angry either.
Hermann finally stopped.
He wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, stepped aside and stood up with his crutch.
Reinhardt cleared his throat and his voice spread in the hall. "At the 'Yilisai First World Strongest Championship' hosted by Vagrian, the remaining creations of Evil God and an awakened demon god unexpectedly appeared.
The strong men from all countries joined forces to fight, and were finally killed by the golden dragon Caesar--" He paused and chose a word in his mind.
"The devil was wiped out in ashes."
The hall was quiet for a moment.
Reinhardt highlighted the key points.
The appearance of the Demon God, the alliance of the legendary strong men from all countries, the arrival of the ancestor of Wood Elf, and the golden lightning that wiped out the Demon God with one blow.
He didn't add any exaggeration, he just stated the facts. But those facts themselves were exaggerated enough.
"That's probably it. Now we have tentatively set the time of the conference to half a month later, and the tentative location is Valerilus City."
After Reinhardt finished speaking, he took a step back and stood next to Hermann.
Augustus and several grand dukes were also silent for a moment.
Finally, it was Duke Ales who spoke up, "Isn't all this a bit too... weird?"
His voice was not loud, but it had the tone of "I have never seen such a thing in all my years of life."
"Considering the recent situation in mainland China, it's actually nothing."
Duke Iron Nexus spoke.
Storm, Evil God, the collapse of the "world", the awakening of the devil - these things, in any era, are enough to set Civilization back decades.
Now they are crowded together. Weird? No, this is normal. "Duke Iron Nexus opened his eyes, and his dark gray pupils swept across everyone present."
"So, we must participate in this conference."
Augustus spoke, his voice was not high, but the tone of "I have decided" made several princes who still wanted to say something shut their mouths.
"We fully support Vagrian and hope to cooperate with them."
"And there are still many opportunities on Conference of All Nations."
"But - who should be sent?" A young voice floated out from the corner.
All eyes are on Reinhardt.
"Everyone, I still have the military -" Reinhardt hasn't finished speaking yet.
"It's okay, just leave it to your adjutant." Grand Duke Cavendish waved his hand.
"But the adjutant--"
"Hermann." Grand Duke Cavendish's voice interrupted him.
Hermann was stunned for a moment. "Are you there?" He leaned on crutches and stood a step forward with a confused expression.
Why call him?
"When the conference starts, you go with Reinhardt." Grand Duke Cavendish's tone left no room for doubt.
"Ah? Me?" Hermann was stunned.
"Okay." Reinhardt nodded.
"No, it's not --" Hermann's voice was trembling, not sure whether it was excitement or fear.
"Okay, let's dismiss the meeting first." Augustus VII stood up from the throne and walked towards the back hall.
Attendants gathered around from both sides, some helped him, some handed him his coat, and some stood aside to guard him.
People in the hall walked out one after another, and Hermann stood there with confused eyes.
His crutch is still tucked under his arm, and his left leg is still hanging in the air, like a clown abandoned in the center of the stage who has forgotten his next line.
He has not yet recovered from the incident of "being named to participate in Conference of All Nations", and he almost lost control of his crutches.
Reinhardt reached out to him.
"Hello, Sir Hermann. Let's get to know each other again." Reinhardt's voice came.
"I had some misunderstandings about you because of my one-sided impression."
Hermann looked at the stretched out hand and was silent for a moment.
Then he held the hand with his right hand. "Hello, Your Excellency Marshal." Hermann's voice was a little hoarse.
Karelia Empire, imperial capital, imperial palace.
Kodaor was sitting on a chair in the emperor's study, after listening to Medici's report. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, one after another.
His expression is calm, but anyone who knows him knows that the faster his fingers tap, the faster his mind spins.
"This... is a bit too exciting."
Kodaor's voice was not loud. "Your Majesty, Caesar, what are you thinking about? You want to start a meeting that can influence the situation in the mainland."
For a meeting of this scale... could it be that he knows some important information? For example, where are the ancient beings that will awaken on a large scale?"
Kodaor's brows frowned. He looked at Master Venerable of Ten Thousand Spells Valot, who was standing by the window. The old figure in gray robes looked like a solidified statue in the afternoon sunlight.
Venerable of Ten Thousand Spells seemed to see what Kodaor was worried about.
"Don't worry, Your Highness. I will guard that place all year round, and there is no way that evil thing will come out."
Valot's voice was not high-pitched, but the determination of "I said no, I won't" made Kodaor's brows relax slightly.
As for Venerable of Ten Thousand Spells, Kodaor still believes it.
"Then who should be sent to the conference in half a month?" A nearby Duke suggested.
"I think--" He didn't finish his sentence.
"I'll go." Kodaor's voice interrupted him.
"What?" Several voices sounded at the same time, some were surprised, some were questioning, and some were unsure.
"House--" an old nobleman's voice trembled.
But they were all blocked by Kodaor.
He raised one hand, palm facing outward, fingers spread.
Everyone's voices were swallowed back. Kodaor looked at Medici."
According to your statement, His Majesty the Pope did not send anyone here?"
"Yes. The people from the Theocracy didn't show up. They seem to have had some conflicts with their neighbor recently." Medici's voice was steady.
Kodaor nodded and did not ask any more questions.
Things are very troublesome.
Other countries in the mainland are also discussing the shocking event of Vagrian.
Killing the Demon God instantly with one move is still too outrageous.
Although it has been said before that Caesar personally killed Evil God, that was the official statement of Vagrian. Who knows if it was bragging.
But killing the devil with one move is something that strong men from all over the world have witnessed with their own eyes.
The strong men who witnessed the golden lightning erasing the demon god with their own eyes brought the news back to their respective countries.
The news spread like wildfire, from Karelia to Victoria, from Saint Junxi to Vostok, from the snowfields in the north to the coast in the south.
In the tavern, after tea and dinner, this matter was discussed in every corner.
Karelia Empire, Adventurers' Guild branch in a certain city.
There were noisy voices in the hall, all discussing the recent big event.
People wearing various adventurer costumes sat around long tables, some holding wine glasses, some gnawing bread, and some wiping weapons.
Their voices mixed together, creating a noisy buzz like a wet market.
"Real or fake? One trick?"
"My sister's cousin's comrade's brother's friend was at the scene and saw it with his own eyes."
"Aren't you bragging?"
"Can bragging blow the Demon God to death? That Demon God cannot be defeated even by a group of well-known legendary strong men working together."
An adventurer with a "Platinum Level" logo stood in the middle of the hall, one hand on his waist, the other hand gesticulating in the air, his face flushed.
"Let me tell you, I was at the scene at that time! That scene was like flying sand and rocks -" His voice was loud, covering everyone's voices.
A loud voice came from the hall.
"Everyone--I would like to initiate a commission."
The voice is not high, but the ability to still make everyone hear clearly in a noisy environment without appearing harsh is not something that ordinary people can do.
The hall was quiet for a moment.