Unexpectedly, nothing went wrong at the banquet in the Aodelan Empire.
That Pale God once suddenly changed his expression at the banquet, a figure who overthrew imperial power, now seemed to have truly become an honest man, saying nothing, asking no questions, and simply doing whatever was asked.
If they say "coronate," then they are crowned; if they say "sit," then they sit; if they say "eat," then they eat.
It was like a puppet, completely at the mercy of others.
But for some reason, even though the Pale God performed so poorly, no one dared to disrespect him, and neighboring countries even conducted relevant discussions and contingency plans overnight.
Let's investigate what Miles XIII really meant by handing over the reins of power without any apparent reason!
The banquet had just ended and the military parade had not yet begun when Miles XIII, as if eager to show off, preemptively initiated a nationwide reform of the Church. All the old images of God were burned, and Pale God were painted and posted in the streets and alleys.
The Holy Lord Church and even the Common Lord Faith have all undergone reforms, completely abandoning the Bible of the past and praising the Pale God of today.
They even loosened religious controls over half of their territory, using it as a place for missionary work.
His actions can only be described as treasonous and self-serving, a true act of betrayal!
This not only left the countries of the Southern Continent increasingly confused, but even the people within the country began to gradually rebel, feeling that Miles XIII was truly incompetent and tyrannical, staging a treasonous act.
In particular, the powerful and influential made it a laughing stock.
After all, his previous resistance and disdain for supernatural powers in the palace gardens, followed by his current obsequious attitude, is truly laughable and despicable.
The meaning of Miles XIII is actually very simple.
"Smack!"
A sound of shattering glass echoed in the room as Miles XIV smashed a glass pen holder, followed by his suppressed roar of rage.
"What exactly do you mean? Even if that Pale God is divine, you don't need to be so subservient!"
Not only should we give them half of the ruling power, but we should even give them autonomy over our own land!
Father, have you been bewitched? Or are you simply incompetent and foolish, deluding yourself into using a Vampire to help you achieve your great ambitions?
Miles XIV, his hands clasped in several silver finger guards, pointed trembling fingers at Miles XIII's venting of anger, and questioned him.
Smelling the faint stench of decay in the air, and looking at the festering skin on his son's neck that even a collar could not conceal, Miles XIII grew increasingly disappointed, his expression turning utterly cold.
"Your vision is always short-sighted... and you are impulsive and willful. Now you have contracted some strange disease, and your whole body is covered in sores. I am already hesitating whether to change the crown prince in order to prolong the rule of my Aodelan Empire."
As for what I want to do, since you can't figure it out, then there's no need to think about it anymore.
However, your current appearance and condition make it hard for me to believe that the Aodelan Empire can continue its legacy under your leadership... It's time for you to focus your energy back on yourself.
If you remain like this when I am old, then you may as well obediently remain a member of the royal family!
Miles XIII's expression was indifferent. With a slight wave of his hand as he spoke, soldiers immediately entered and forcibly dragged Miles XIV out of the room.
"Father, Father! Your desires are too deep! You will ruin the Aodelan Empire! You will ruin the Aodelan Empire!!!"
Miles XIV struggled frantically, but was dragged further and further away, leaving only his painful screams that lingered for a long time.
With the arrival of the Pale God Norton in the capital of the Aodelan Empire, he truly possessed supreme ruling power, just as Miles XIII had promised.
Although Norton was already tired of the power he had experienced for over a century and which was readily available to him at any time.
However, once power was in his hands, it still prompted him to take some actions.
That is to build toilets within the territory of the Aodelan Empire, and anyone who urinates or defecates in the street will be punished with whipping or imprisonment.
The Pale God God Norton only this one decree after taking office; he had no other thoughts.
However, with the arrival of the Pale God in the Imperial City and the widespread dissemination of his image, familiar practices from the past also resurfaced.
Fanfiction about Pale God was rushed to production, covering various perspectives from men, women, and even fellow fans, and sold out immediately upon release.
Pale God has thus become a distinctive and indispensable genre in the world of banned books.
Some even placed the Pale God's two heads in their homes and gazed at it day and night, gesturing wildly as they did so—the details of which are too numerous to recount.
Only the ruling classes of other countries in the Southern Continent began to panic and become anxious, searching day and night for news of the Aodelan Empire.
They're all seasoned foxes; the ideas of the Aodelan Empire's royal family might not have come up with before, but once they've put them into practice, they're immediately understood.
This strategy of using one enemy to devour another and bullying others by relying on power is merely a slightly roundabout way of thinking, and no one would fail to understand it. However, it is indeed one of the most overtly calculated schemes, and even if other countries had guessed it, they would have found it difficult to mount an effective countermeasure.
Only under such actions by the Aodelan Empire could they cede some of their maritime interests.
The only good news for them was that the Pale God no longer seemed to care much about power, and instead focused his attention on various groups of scholars.
In the sacred year 1561, the grand military parade of the Aodelan Empire was held as scheduled.
The types of troops are now completely different from those of the past. Not only have cavalry units appeared, but the heavily armored soldiers of the past have all been replaced by musketeers armed with firearms, as well as artillery units.
The Pale God Norton seemed uninterested in the grand military parade. He merely attended the opening ceremony and showed no impression or shock at the formidable military power of the Aodelan Empire.
His gaze has always been drawn to the products of modern scientific research, and he himself has become a scholar among them.
The only one who thrived within the Aodelan Empire and wielded immense power was Duke Abraham, who drove the chariot for the Pale God.
In September, the Pale God reappeared at the experimental site he had assembled using his power, a gathering place for biologists, chemists, mechanics, and even theologians.
A pale, perfectly severed arm is now placed on experimental equipment, being observed and studied by a crowd of people for scientific research.
The Pale God Norton seemed to be using his own flesh and blood to conduct a forbidden study...