Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 266: Changes in the Situation
Fifteen people of various races, all of whom were sorcerers, surrounded him, each holding a spellcasting unit and aiming it at Caesar.

Even if they are all sorcerers, they are all only at the ordinary level, with the highest being only at the lower level of elite.

What's truly difficult to deal with is the identities of these people.

With so many sorcerers, all equipped with excellent and uniform gear, it's pretty much confirmed.

Aside from the military, there are no other places with such a group of sorcerers.

Caesar's expression immediately turned serious.

At that moment, a figure jumped out of the driver's seat of the military truck.

The other person slowly walked towards him, his body backlit, making it impossible to see his face clearly. All that could be seen was that he was a tall man wearing a military uniform.

He didn't pay attention to Caesar at first, but waved his hand and then separated two people, heading towards Ita.

bass.

Two golden blades materialized and were aimed at the necks of the two men.

“You dare touch her and see what happens,” Caesar said coldly.

“We’re not interested in that dragon; we just need to make sure our companion is safe,” the tall figure said.

But Caesar did not move. Without knowing the other party's true identity, he would not rashly launch an attack, but he also could not allow the other party to make any move.

"Alright." Seeing Caesar's reaction, the other party could only wave his hand and then shouted in that direction.

"Hey! Unicorn, are you alright?"

"Woo."

Wendy fell to the ground and let out a low groan.

"He looks fairly healthy," the other person muttered.

Then he waved his hand again.

"Alright, put your weapons down. We're not here to fight."

"Well, Williamson, it seems a bit too late to declare peace now."

"I'm still trapped in the halo's confinement circle," Little Mist said weakly.

The surrounding area was a mess, like the aftermath of a monster battle. Both sides had suffered damage from using fifth-tier spells, yet now they were talking about peace.

Caesar didn't understand what they were doing.

"I know you're unreliable, that's why I came along."

The man called Williamson sighed and said.

"I'm doing this for the organization! It'll be bad for any of us if this gets leaked!" Xiaowu protested, raising her hands, but she couldn't move an inch because of Caesar's restraining aura.

“A third-tier teleportation scroll and a fifth-tier spell scroll—you’ve spent nearly a million gold coins on this one trip. I’ll inform the young lady, and this loss should be deducted from your treasury,” Williamson said.

"You" was speechless with anger, but unable to refute it.

“Say some nice things, and your sister will forgive us,” Marlene whispered to her.

Williamson shifted his gaze to Caesar. Stepping out from the backlight, Caesar could now see the face of a handsome man, around forty years old, with a bit of stubble, blue eyes, short reddish-brown hair combed back, and a rugged face—the kind of handsome middle-aged man.

What's most striking is his pair of elven pointed ears.

"Elf species"

However, his reddish-brown hair reveals that he is a half-elf, and his bloodline is not very pure.

Caesar was on guard against any possible actions by the other party, but Williamson stopped about ten meters in front of him, then took off his military cap, placed it on his chest, and bowed slightly to him.

"I'm sorry to meet you under these circumstances, Caesar. It was just a sudden turn of events, and we had to take some special measures, which caused some misunderstandings. Please understand."

“A misunderstanding.” Caesar narrowed his eyes. “I’m quite curious what the misunderstanding is. Can someone explain it?”

Things seem to be beyond his comprehension now, and he's even starting to wonder what he's here for.

“Then please allow me to introduce myself first.” Williamson looked up and said to him:
“Williamson Kanrrod, Chief of Security for the Hellanells Family,”

He paused for a moment, then continued:

"At the same time, he also serves as the acting vice president of the Aldaria Alliance."

Caesar sneered: "It's Eldaria again. You're not like that one over there, are you? You also fantasized about a Holy Emperor summoning you to be his right-hand man?"

Williamson shook his head: "No, you misunderstand. This Eldaria is different from the unified empire in history. We do not consider ourselves to be people of the empire. This is a completely new and independent organization. The only thing we inherited from the empire is our will."

He smiled faintly at Caesar: "I believe you also know the meaning of the word 'Eldaria,' don't you?"

Caesar remained silent. The word Eldaria, before becoming the name of the empire, also had its own original meaning.

Williamson then continued:

"However, above us there is indeed a being comparable to the Holy Emperor, who can be considered our guardian deity."

"Who is it?" Caesar asked immediately.

But Williamson smiled knowingly and said, "Well... I can only tell you that after you choose to join us."

"Is it interesting to speak in such a veiled manner?" Caesar said in a deep voice, "You might as well speak more clearly. Now, here, what is your purpose, or rather, what do you all want to do?"

Caesar glanced at Little Mist and Marlene, who were still trapped in the halo.

"What's the deal with the Hellanells family? Why did they perform a divination on me before?"

The person Williamson just mentioned was the head of the Hellanells family's security department, confirming that they were not government officials, but belonged to this family that had remained hidden for hundreds of years.
Judging from the size of this group of sorcerers, his previous guess was confirmed: the Hellanels family had not declined, but was hiding somewhere, and still possessed great power within the family.

Wendy said that Marlene and Xiaowu were her colleagues. Could it be that the favor the Holy Emperor showed her was all arranged by the Hellanells family?
Furthermore, their composed conversation revealed that they had a good understanding of themselves; from Williamson's words just now, it was clear that they had definitely investigated him in secret.

The fact that one has been secretly watched the whole time without realizing it is enough to send chills down one's spine.

So the incident at the fortune-telling shop was not a chance encounter, but a premeditated act.

And the underlying purpose
Caesar suddenly thought of the strange world he had entered during that divination, and of Greta he had met there.
An idea popped into his head, making his heart pound.

General Williamson put his hat back on and straightened it slightly.

“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you more right now, but you can choose to meet the head of our Hylarnes family. She will definitely be able to tell you something you want to know.”

(End of this chapter)