After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

Purchasing and studying books from the Black Tower Bookstore makes it easier for them to gain recognition among the nobility and the superhuman.

If the order can truly gain the support of most of the people and nobles, then even if they face the siege of the Dawn Church, they will have the confidence to deal with it calmly.

When that time comes, we won't have to be so hesitant and timid in our development.

The more the religious leader thought about it, the more reasonable he felt his explanation was, and he believed that he had completely grasped the true meaning of the Lord.

He looked around at the still bewildered and clueless followers and realized that his own intelligence had prevailed.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and do as the divine decree says!"

……

Even Charles didn't expect that a few commands he casually issued using his mental imprint in a good mood would actually be taken seriously by the cult leader.

I watched as the safety and atmosphere of the surrounding neighborhoods improved day by day.

Meanwhile, the believers around him diligently studied late into the night every day, analyzing the entertainment books published by the Black Tower Bookstore word by word. When they encountered difficulties, they would mark them with a pen so that they could copy them down when writing their reflections later. Charles also felt that it was quite magical.

It should be noted that even the Imperial Red Cross Foundation could not achieve such results in improving the atmosphere and security of ordinary neighborhoods.

After all, there's a lot of money involved in the foundation. After being processed by several people, who knows how much will actually reach ordinary people?

Of course, Charles didn't stay idle during those three days.

The bronze statue, through a pre-programmed divine consciousness, regulated and controlled the faith power of a large number of believers, which also gave Xia Er some inspiration in the construction of wide-area communication networks.

If we really want to achieve the same effect as the Internet in Xiaer's previous life, then it would be necessary to set up a large information storage and interaction base station.

However, due to the issues of world rules and magic depletion, it is unrealistic to establish an architecture centered on ground base stations and communication satellites as in the previous life.

But what if the base station were placed in the star system?

As a collection of various concepts and symbols, the astral plane allows for the transmission of information without any loss.

After these three days, Xia Er mobilized all his mental energy for calculation and deduction, and he has completed the deduction of all the corresponding arcane models.

"The rest is stress testing and actual construction."

"However, now that the arcane model is complete, all that's left are some minor details."

Charles paused the deduction process in his mental ocean, feeling somewhat tired.

After all, once it is completed, it will be a giant magical artifact with an application scope covering the entire Western Continent. Its complexity far exceeds that of a legendary item in the general sense, and the amount of calculation is roughly equivalent to creating ten completely new forbidden spells from scratch.

"Once the royal selection ceremony is over, it will be about time to make this otherworldly version of the internet public."

Charles's mind stirred slightly as he looked towards the door.

Three seconds later, the cult leader pushed open the door and entered, looking at the group of people who were studying late into the night with high spirits.

"Gentlemen, the time has come!"

"Celebrate!"

"After tonight, our Ironmoon Order will officially step onto the stage of the Western Continent, becoming the fourth power on the continent, alongside the Black Tower, the Dawn Church, and the Shadow Council!"

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Let the World Witness the Majesty of the Lord! (5k views)

On the outskirts of the capital, there is a spacious and elegant mansion nestled among rolling hills.

This mansion, named Hailan Mansion, belongs to the imperial family and is often used to entertain distinguished guests and host large banquets and balls.

Charles had been here before, but as the deputy tower master of the Black Tower, he was always an honored guest invited by the imperial family.

Disguised as a waiter, coming here at this moment is indeed a rather novel experience.

"You've only been here a short time, so you'll be in charge of guarding the surrounding area for now..."

The leader of the cult was in high spirits, directing his followers in preparations.

As new members, Charles and Seele had little operational experience, so he assigned them to the periphery without giving them any specific tasks.

……

Meanwhile, in the inner hall of Hailan Mansion, a unique ball was taking place.

The participants were all powerful and influential people in the capital, so they were naturally very familiar with such balls.

No matter how much they secretly wished they could devour the person in front of them, they always presented themselves as amiable and smiling.

Outside the crowd, Isabella Fresberg, the third princess of the empire, seemed out of place.

She was leaning against the table, silently gazing at the sky outside the window as dusk approached. Beneath the cover of her black dress, her delicate body revealed a languid curve.

The joyful crowd brushed past her, as if they were in the same dance hall, yet separated by an entire world.

"I thought that after her experiences on the mainland, Her Highness the Princess would have smoothed out some of her rough edges, but I didn't expect that she hasn't changed at all, and is still as proud as ever..."

"Yes, the Aran Empire is ultimately an empire shared by nobles and royalty, not an empire ruled by the emperor alone."

"Your Highness is far too sharp-tongued. She is unwilling to compromise, unwilling to yield, and unwilling to exchange benefits with us. With a personality like hers, she can never become a qualified monarch who can hold the reins of the empire."

……

The whispers of the nobles reached the ears of the ball's organizer, Prince Andrew Fresberg, who nodded with satisfaction.

His elder brother, the current king of the Aran Empire, is now quite old and has been bedridden for a long time, neglecting state affairs.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to say that Prince Andrew himself had no ambition for the throne.

Of course, as a prince, if he were to personally compete for the throne, it would seem somewhat dishonorable and inevitably attract much gossip from outsiders.

However, supporting a puppet to the throne while wielding absolute power behind the scenes is a viable option...

Originally, Isabella, who was the most outstanding among all the princes and princesses, should have been his best choice.

However, after Prince Andrew sent his men to test her several times, only to be rejected without hesitation, Prince Andrew realized that with Isabella's pride, she would never willingly become a puppet and be controlled by him.

If given more time, and once Isabella has gained more power, those nobles who were previously hesitant will likely change their minds and choose a new side.

Even those powerful figures who were originally standing aside and observing the situation might personally intervene and steer the situation in the capital towards a completely new outcome.

From this perspective, although the Second Prince is far inferior to Isabella as a candidate for puppet king, he can no longer hesitate on this matter.

Thinking this, Prince Andrew made a gesture behind him.

The next moment, several armored soldiers dressed in black armor stepped out from behind him.

"The Third Princess of the Empire - Isabella Fresberg."

"Several high-ranking nobles have reported that you conspired with the Abyss Plane and used a secret drug to assassinate His Majesty in order to seize the throne. Please come with us to the Royal Court."

An uproar erupted inside Hailan Mansion.

Such a reason seems ridiculous to anyone.

Isabella was the undisputed heir to the throne in this generation, so why would she go to the trouble of colluding with the Abyss Plane, let alone using a secret medicine to harm her own father?

This is merely a poor pretext, or perhaps a declaration of war.

But after a brief uproar, the nobles chose to remain silent.

Then, surrounded by bodyguards and guards, they retreated towards the back of the mansion.

Those who were invited by the Prince to this ball were naturally people who leaned towards Prince Andrew's camp.

At this moment, none of the truly powerful nobles who had the ability to observe the situation quietly and not take sides in advance were present.

The balance of power within the Hailan Mansion is now completely one-sided, with Prince Andrew holding an absolute advantage.

Nobles have always believed in the principle of prioritizing interests.

Even if they were to secretly favor Isabella, they would choose to protect themselves at this moment.

Both sides were already fully aware of what had happened tonight.

This is a game about the throne, power, and interests, the kind where no means are too ruthless.

……

Several black-armored guards scattered and surrounded Isabella's location.

The next moment, a pale silver sword light slashed through the air.

The armored soldiers looked on incredulously, clutching their necks and collapsing to the ground.

As Prince Andrew's personal guards, they were not only carefully selected but also received countless resources; each of them was a sixth-tier superhuman.

Unexpectedly, he couldn't even withstand a single move from Isabella.

Isabella sheathed the pure silver longsword in her hand.

"There's no need to rack your brains to fabricate such a lame excuse, nor is there any need to go to the trouble of sending these cannon fodder to test the waters."

"The Aran Empire has stood on the continent for a thousand years not because of intrigue or scheming. Every inch of this country's territory was won through swords and spears."

"If you really think you can take what belongs to me, then come and try."

A cold, desolate voice echoed within the mansion.

Isabella gripped her longsword, her icy gaze sweeping over the crowd in the Ocean Blue Mansion, a mixture of murderous intent and anticipation in her eyes.

The magic power belonging to the near-legendary figure erupted in an instant, overwhelming the entire Hailan Mansion.

"The signs you showed earlier that you were under a curse were indeed feigned!"