King Ghidorah looked at Sangis's "I'm seriously waiting for your answer" expression and was silent for a moment.
"What's the crime? I just want to see my old boss, so let him do whatever he wants."
Sangis immediately lowered his head. "Praise His Majesty for his kindness."
She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
Not for the protector of the country, but for myself.
If the Protector is convicted, she will have to execute it. To execute it, she will send people, and to send people she will write documents. When writing documents, she will have to argue with Senate, and arguing with Senate will affect the progress of other work...
If the progress of other work is affected, more documents will accumulate, and more documents will accumulate, which will lead to working overtime until later. Her waist has not been in good condition recently.
"Also, since you caught those heretics in Gerlen City, security has been tightened in various places, and some heretics have also been arrested."
Sangis continues to report. King Ghidorah The few people Gerlen City picked out are just the tip of the iceberg.
After the news spread, some hidden stakes that had been well hidden and had never been exposed were discovered by the city lords and guards from various places due to the strong wind and deformed movements.
Those people were distributed throughout the empire - some in the capital, some on the borders, some in inconspicuous small cities, and some even right under their noses.
Their identities vary, some are businessmen, some are scholars, and some are servants in noble houses... But they have one thing in common - they are all working for a certain organization.
"Then let them review the information and send it over." King Ghidorah said.
King Ghidorah is only vaguely curious about the identities and purposes of those people, not particularly curious. Anyway, there is always a way to ask.
"Yes." Sangis put the document aside.
"That's right." King Ghidorah connected to Sangis's consciousness, "Where is the mythology book I asked you to find?"
"It's ready. The guards should have been sent outside the door."
Mythology books are purely King Ghidorah idle.
He originally thought that since he became the emperor, he should visit his own country more, like he did in Gerlen City. But he soon realized that this was too much trouble.
He flew to cities one by one, landed one by one, and met with the frightened city lords one by one, listening to their reports on the "political achievements" and "difficulties" that he didn't care about at all.
Dealing with political affairs is even more troublesome. The contents of those documents are more bizarre than the last. Noble Academy is going to be expanded, a certain noble's child does not look like him, and the pterodactyl of the pterodactyl knight is lost. It is enough to make people speechless.
He didn't want to know what weird events were waiting for him later.
Sangis said, "Your Majesty, someone has to deal with these matters."
He said, "Then you handle it." She was silent for a moment and then said, "Yes."
So King Ghidorah was free again, and when he was free, he had to find something to do.
So he decided to read a book on mythology. In this world, mythology is more likely to be biased towards some kind of real, abstract, distorted and exaggerated narrative.
They are not fiction, they are history that needs to be translated.
The "gods" of this world really existed, even if they have fallen. Even if their stories have been distorted and exaggerated by time, they still retain some lines related to the truth and can be read as historical storybooks.
"Move in." King Ghidorah said.
Silence. Not silence, but "silence".
This room has no windows, the walls are made of heavy stone, and the surface is coated with a dark gray special paint that can block magic detection.
In the center of the room is a rectangular stone table.
There is a person sitting at each end of the stone table. The distance between them is so far that they can't see the expression on each other's face clearly.
But they don't need to see the expression clearly. In a "silent" situation, the expression is not important, the tone is not important, only the result is important.
An old man's voice came from one end of the room. It was a tone that had been honed naturally by superiors over many years and could make people lower their breathing rate unconsciously without any modification.
"You failed. You couldn't even catch a little girl."
The old man's tone was as calm as if he was saying it was raining today.
But the few people opposite were sitting in the shadows at the other end of the stone table, wearing uniform dark blue uniforms with some kind of logo, and each of them had a complex symbol embroidered on their chest.
Their bodies leaned forward slightly, but did not dare to lean forward too much.
One of the people who looked like the leader raised his head, revealing his young but tired face under his hood. Kertison, the middle-level person in charge of Silence Organization.
"Both each other." Kertison spoke, his voice was steadier than he expected, but his speaking speed was a little faster than usual, "I heard that the one of you Destruction and Revelation Society... can't be contacted."
"My lord has something to do." The voice on the other end of the stone table was still calm.
Kertison did not answer the call. Destruction and Revelation Society's leader could not be contacted. This news is no longer a secret in the eyes of some forces.
He didn't know what happened to the leader, but he could read something from the other person's attitude of avoiding questions...
"Ha." Kertison smiled again, "Okay, you asked us here, it shouldn't be just for wrangling."
The old man tapped his fingers on the table. "We have contacted Venerable An.
He will help us search for information at Forbidden Land. I know you have always been interested there. Do you want to cooperate?"
The other end of the stone table was silent for a few seconds. He was evaluating - he was weighing the value and risk of cooperation. Forbidden Land, Vagrian Empire is the area to the east that has been blocked by Red Dragon Emperor for more than a thousand years. Silence Society has sent people there, and Destruction and Revelation Society has also been there several times.
Silence Organization has never been there because Forbidden Land is not on their priority target list. But now the situation has changed...
"Cooperation? You? Me?" Kertison's voice was somewhat sarcastic.
"Yes."
The other end of the stone table was silent for a longer time. "I need to ask the patriarch for instructions."
The old man leaned on the back of his chair and made a "please" gesture.
"You can do it now. It's better to hurry up, time can't wait."
Kertison walked towards the door. When he reached the door, he paused for a moment, as if he was hesitating whether to look back.
In the end, without looking back, he opened the door and walked out.
The door was not closed tightly, leaving a narrow gap. The light from the corridor leaked in through the gap, casting a slender, pale yellow light strip on the ground.
Kertison took out a small metal prop inlaid with light blue crystal stones from the inside of his robe. The prop glowed faintly in the darkness, and he brought the prop to his mouth and whispered a few words.
After about a few minutes, the door opened. Kertison walked in, his expression did not change.
"What the clan leader means is - tell me your plan."
The old man leaned forward slightly. His fingers spread out on the table, as if showing an invisible drawing.
"Our plan is simple - take advantage of our people to cause unrest, and then break in during the chaos."
Kertison frowned. "Are you crazy? Who is guarding Forbidden Land now?"
"We have just received the latest information. It is the former emperor Vagrian, the current governor, Valerirus, and the Lord Protector who is on his way over."
The person on the other side was silent for a while, and then spoke, his voice a few degrees lower than before. "You are absolutely crazy, I want to inform the clan leader..."
"Don't worry yet." The old man's voice was still steady, "I know you got the body of a demon god."
The air at the other end of the stone table froze. The man's hand stopped in mid-air, still maintaining a posture ready to stand up.
His chin was slightly raised, and most of his face under the hood was covered by shadows. Only a section of his pale chin and a pair of narrowed eyes could be seen.
"How do you know?" His voice was low.
"We have no intention of taking action. I mean-" the old man paused, "That corpse can be used to awaken something."
Mo recently got a broken body of a demon god.
The news only circulated in their intelligence network for a short time before being blocked, but he still knew it.
Although most of the power of the remnant body has been extracted, it still contains enough energy to awaken certain "marks". And around Forbidden Land, there happened to be marks they had arranged in advance.
The old man told them their plan in full. Using the energy of the demon god's broken body, he awakened the markers that had been placed in the Vagrian Empire in advance and summoned some things sleeping in the darkness.
Create some big events.
They don't need to defeat Valerirus and the Protector, they only need to create chaos, they only need to turn the country into chaos, and they only need to buy enough time.
Then they go to Forbidden Land, find what they want, and awaken that thing...
The other end of the stone table was silent for a long time. It was so long that the old man thought that all the words he just said were just talking to the echo in this empty room.
"I don't have this authority." The man's voice finally sounded, lower and slower than before.
"I have to ask the patriarch for instructions."
Kertison leaned back on the chair and nodded slightly. "Go." The man's footsteps gradually faded away and disappeared into the darkness.
Kertison sat in front of the stone table, alone, looking at the empty, shadow-engulfed place at the other end of the stone table, and was silent for a long time. His fingers tapped the tabletop again.
The sound echoed in the empty room, like a weightless stone that would never fall to the ground. Then he stood up, straightened the hem of his robe, and walked in the direction he came from.
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.