Let's start over, Your Majesty.

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"The latest intelligence has been delivered to Norskov, so that he can take the people from the Analysis Division to verify it."

Klorin handed the documents in his hand to the intelligence officer who came into the room.

Norlskov was the head of the analysis group of the First Main Directorate, a rank higher than Klorin, so giving him this order was already a sign of disrespect.

But this subordinate also understood that, given Klorin's reputation and achievements in the bureau during this period, he would probably be promoted to director of the Grey Forest Intelligence Bureau in a few years, so this matter of attitude was nothing.

"Yes."

The subordinate respectfully accepted the intelligence documents and left the office.

Klorin pinched the bridge of his nose, picked up a list from the table, looked at it for a while, and then made two more phone calls.

During this period, thanks to the help he received from His Majesty the Emperor, he rose rapidly through the ranks, and his subsequent promotion was to be expected.

However, if he truly wanted to solidify his position, ensuring the opening of the tomb was absolutely necessary. For both the Surna government and the emperor, the contents of the tomb were of utmost importance to them.

I must not let His Majesty down.

The final key to unlock the tomb is now on its way.

Although he had prepared various plans to ensure the safety of the shipping, he also knew that Finn's group was already waiting for them at the critical juncture of the shipping.

He was about to make a few more calls to ensure the allocation of resources when he sensed the emperor's summons in his mind.

He got up, locked the office door from the inside, sat in a high-backed chair, closed his eyes as if dozing off, and his consciousness connected with that divine realm.

"Your humble servant greets His Majesty."

He bowed and paid homage to the figure on the throne above.

"How is the opening of the tomb progressing?" Caesar went straight to the point.

"Your Majesty, please wait another half month. The Heart of Alaska, the final piece needed to break the seal, is currently being transported and will arrive soon. At that time, we will open the tomb, and I will be able to present its treasures to you," Clorin said respectfully.

“There was a problem during the transport, wasn’t there?” Caesar said.

As expected, nothing escaped His Majesty's eyes, Clorin thought to himself, and thus answered honestly:

"Yes, the key material is currently on its way to the Solago Canal. The Kingdom of Fein, which does not want us to open the tomb, is planning to lay a trap there. Both of their factions are trying to obstruct us. They have not only used an extremely dangerous containment device, but a cargo ship carrying a family's sacred artifact has also recently passed by. That artifact will pose a threat to us."

"However, Your Majesty, please rest assured that we have a plan to destroy the sacred relic that poses a threat to us before our ships reach the shore. No matter the cost, we will ensure the safety of the target material," he said loyally.

However, this arrangement did not satisfy the emperor on the throne. Instead, he asked, "Do you know which family owns that sacred relic?"

"It's the Frederick family. They are very powerful and possess the secret arts of the dragon race. However, no matter what family they are, anyone who dares to obstruct us will be judged! We will complete the mission for Your Majesty!" Klorin was still unaware of what was going on and continued to express his loyalty.

His Majesty the Emperor spoke slowly and in a low voice:
“The Frederick family is under my protection, and the sacred object they transported was also at my request.”

Klorin was stunned.

How did he know about this?

In other words, I've been researching and discussing how to oppose His Majesty all this time?

This isn't just a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple; it's like the entire Heavenly Court has been washed away!
At this moment, he hurriedly bowed his head and begged for forgiveness: "Your Majesty, I am ignorant and foolish! I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness! I will go back now and change the plan, and I will make sure that sacred object is intact!"

“You have not committed any wrongdoing this time,” Caesar said. “As for the matter you mentioned, I already have a solution.”

"I hope Your Majesty will give me some guidance," Clorin said immediately.

"What you need to do is ensure the safety of that high-grade material, and at the same time assist the Frederick family in retrieving the relic from Finn to prevent it from posing a threat to you."

As he spoke, Caesar raised his hand, the plan he had devised already deeply imprinted in Clorin's mind.

Clorin relaxed a bit after learning of His Majesty's intentions. This transport mission was inherently dangerous, and dealing with both the Fein and Frederick families was already difficult. Now that His Majesty had solved this problem for him and even sent more people, it was a great help to him.

"Your Majesty's will will spare no expense, even unto death, to fulfill Your Majesty's will!" Krolin said, kneeling on one knee.

After Clorin left, Caesar pondered for a moment, then activated the illusory image again, and Peyton's figure appeared in the Realm of No Form.

"Wei minister, please see Your Majesty!"

Payton, his aged body raised his hand and bowed in greeting, still displaying his unwavering loyalty.

“Peyton, I have a task for you to complete,” Caesar said.

"It is our honor to have Your Majesty entrust us with this task," Peyton quickly replied.

Caesar also imprinted the arrangements for Peyton into his mind.

But when Peyton glanced at it, he paused, then exclaimed, "Your Majesty, about this matter..."

What difficulties are there?

"No, there's no difficulty, and it's nothing to my financial resources. However, I do have some questions."

Peyton didn't understand for a moment why His Majesty's focus had suddenly shifted to that canal.

“Then go ahead and do it. If you accomplish this, it will benefit you as well,” Caesar said calmly.

Since it was His Majesty's request, he had no reason to doubt it and immediately bowed in acknowledgment: "Your humble servant will certainly not fail Your Majesty."

After the fog dissipated, Sia returned to the long conference table.

Today, at Caesar's request, she is here for the first time to learn how to control the power of the crown.

Her gaze shifted, and she saw the handsome, black-haired young man sitting at the head of the conference table.
Caesar turned to her and nodded: "You've come."

Sia walked nervously to his side, opened her mouth, but didn't know how to address him.

She then realized that because she rarely had the opportunity to interact with Caesar at school, she had never had a proper way of addressing him.
Calling them by their names directly is definitely not appropriate, given their current unequal status; it would be impolite. So, should they follow Emperor Shengyuan's suggestion and call him "Dad"?

She hesitated for a moment, but finally said:
“I’m ready to begin, old teacher.”

Caesar didn't pay much attention to her sudden address, and instead said:

“A situation has arisen that means I may not be able to teach you the way I planned,”

Sia looked slightly puzzled: "What unexpected situation is this?"

"Do you know about the tomb of Elder Fata from a while ago?" Caesar asked.

Xia nodded.

“Fan and Surna are about to engage in a struggle in the Morgans region, and the target of this struggle is the final material that Surna is transporting to open that tomb,” Caesar said.

"And their struggle could very well threaten the lives of hundreds of thousands of civilians in the Morgans region."

Sia was taken aback, and immediately realized the seriousness of the situation. She quickly said:

"What do you need me to do?"

"As the leader of the Unger faction, Enred must have led this operation, therefore..."
Caesar looked at her:
Have you ever had any experience as a spy?

Sia's lips twitched slightly.

“Alright,” Caesar shrugged. “Now I’ll teach you a few spells to get you through this. What I need now is most of the Ungol’s information on this operation.”

"Try your best to get your hands on it, and once you have it, send it to me directly through the connection to the Formless Heavenly Domain."

Sia remained silent for a moment. Enled would definitely not tell her this. Obtaining the specific plan of the operation would be quite troublesome.

“The spells I teach you will certainly help you, but in any case,” Caesar stared intently into her eyes:

"Make sure you stay safe. I don't want to lose you."

When Xia was looked at by him, her pretty face froze slightly. Then she lowered her head and softly hummed in agreement.

"Alright, let's get ready to begin learning magic."

In the semi-dark room, Enlid's figure slowly emerged from the darkness and sat down on the sofa.

At this moment, the man sitting on the opposite sofa quickly stood up and bowed respectfully to him: "Sir, thank you for your trouble."

Enlid simply picked up a cigarette and put it to his lips, and the other person quickly took out a lighter and lit it for him.

A spark ignited, and he whispered, "How's things going with Lute?"

"He has already made all the arrangements. Don't worry, sir, everything will be perfect."

"Absolutely foolproof? That's what Dorian said too," Enled said.

The man choked up. Dorian had been sent to assassinate Muirna yesterday, but he had completely lost contact with him. Based on experience, he was probably dead.

“We will not make the same mistake he did,” he said.

Enled was silent for a moment, then took a bronze medal out of his pocket and handed it to him.

"The activation key for Evil Spirit No. 3, this is a backup."

A cruel light shone from those cold, brown eyes.

"Do you know what to do?"

The man nodded repeatedly: "I understand completely."

He certainly understood what Enled meant: this weapon, once activated, meant destruction, and without the "key," no one could stop it.

This also means that hundreds of thousands of people in the Morgans region have been placed on the table of their gambling chips at this moment.

Rhinek Bureau, 30th floor underground, deep water area.

Greenwald had been in this dark place for three days, and in front of him was a mottled, huge stone slab nearly thirty meters high.

On the stone slab, a streak of crimson light flowed, wildly crashing against the edges of the slab, seemingly trying to break through the seal.

Greenwald was constantly infusing the stone slab with magic to keep it sealed.

Apart from what has already been leaked, the entire body of this tsunami-level sealed artifact is here. Before it fully unleashes its effects, its consciousness will continuously invade reality. Previously unable to move, it can now emit clear sounds.

"You damned bastards! You've tormented me for six hundred years! You damned creatures, once I get out of here, I'll slaughter you all, you lowly scum!"

The thing inside the stone slab let out an angry roar.

Greenworth frowned slightly, trying his best to ignore the roar.

Even now, he's not sure if activating him was a mistake.
However, if they want to get ahead of the Ungol faction in the battle for power, they can only rely on its strength.

Even if doing so would endanger countless innocent lives.

But for Finn's future, these sacrifices are worthwhile.

Fortunately, Professor Muirner has agreed to assist in controlling this containment object.

The roaring continued:
"You vile maggots! I'll pierce your collarbones with iron nails! Damn it, even Reantandin didn't dare treat me like this back then, what are you! Kill, kill you all, I'll use your skulls as chamber pots!"

The angry shouts echoed deep underground, then gradually faded away.

(End of this chapter)