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

Whether it was the other three major human kingdoms, the scattered principalities, the Dawn Church, the Black Tower, or even the Forgotten Island and the Giants' Court occupied by the High Elves... all sent envoys to the capital to offer their congratulations.

......

"So, why did headquarters send such a wretched old man like you?"

"Aren't you afraid of straining your back at your age?"

The second imperial palace is located on the outskirts of the capital.

Since the Hailan Mansion, which was usually used by the imperial family to entertain distinguished guests, had been reduced to ruins, this alternative palace was temporarily put into use.

Looking at the composed, white-bearded Kieran before him, Charles had a feeling that the other man harbored ill intentions.

"where......"

"I just came out for a stroll because I had nothing better to do in the library."

Kieran circled around the Sharl twice, a smile on his aged face.

"Little Charles..."

"Oh no, Your Majesty Charles—"

Charles got goosebumps: "Get to the point."

Upon hearing this, Kieran also dropped his previous expression: "That forbidden spell from that night..."

Although the Imperial military ordered a news blackout that night, the gods on the Western Continent had been missing for far too long. If the news of the descent of an evil god were suddenly exposed, it would inevitably cause a great upheaval.

But secrets don't stay hidden forever, especially since the forbidden spell that night had been far too loud.

As a legend of the Black Tower, Zilean is naturally qualified to know the inside story.

It would be impossible for Kieran not to be interested in such an offensive forbidden spell that could annihilate half of a god in one strike.

Curiosity is the cornerstone for every wizard to embark on the path of arcane magic, even legendary mages.

Sharl guessed what Kieran meant and shook his head: "Damn it."

“The spell model and the magical tool used to launch it are not the problem, but the calculation of the descent trajectory of the Sword of Damocles requires massive calculations and real-time calibration, and the accuracy requirements are extremely high.”

"The mental strength of a typical legendary mage simply cannot sustain such a level of computation. And if even the slightest error occurs in the calculation, the result of amplifying that tiny error over a long period of time is—"

Charles spread his hands: "Bang!"

"I see. This is too risky for a typical legend. It can only be considered a semi-finished product and cannot be included in the forbidden spell library of the Great Library."

Kieran nodded regretfully.

Although he was curious, as the librarian of the Black Tower Library, he managed to control his thirst for knowledge.

Such a destructive forbidden spell is indeed only something a freak like Sharl, whose spiritual ocean is several times larger than that of an ordinary legendary mage, is qualified to control.

If it fell into the hands of an ordinary legend with insufficient mental strength, it would likely result in a tragic scene where the target was intended for the enemy, but the friendly forces were blown up instead.

But then he remembered what Charles had said at the beginning: "Dame? What ancient language is that?"

Kieran had known Ciel for a long time and knew that Ciel often uttered strange words.

According to some of the most ardent Ciel fans at the Black Tower headquarters, a notebook personally written by His Majesty Ciel was recently auctioned off at the Shadow Council's auction house.

Unfortunately, the auction was inexplicably called off, much to the regret of many Xia scholars.

"It's not the common language of the mainland, nor is it Ancient Elven... nor is it Ancient Dragon language, which I'm proficient in..."

"Judging from the pronunciation of the word 'Dame,' it seems to be a variant of either the ancient giant language or the Abyss language."

Charles said in a serious tone, "You're right, but the Great Annihilation is a talent skill of the Darkin race in the Abyss Plane, which allows the user to reveal their true demonic form."

"Such a thing actually exists!" Kieran was shocked, his curiosity as a wizard instantly ignited: "What exactly are the effects of this skill?"

"Fears nearby minions for three seconds and grants increased movement speed, attack power, and healing."

"Oh, by the way, participating in a kill or assist against an enemy will extend the duration of this status by five seconds."

Kieran imagined himself unleashing the Great Annihilation, dominating the battlefield and becoming invincible, and couldn't help but yearn for it: "The Darkin race is terrifying! Do other races have a way to learn this skill?"

Charles thought for a moment: "Then you might have to learn the Kingslayer Thrust move first."

......

After chatting with Kieran for a while, Kieran turned and left to begin discussions with several neutral nobles and members of the royal family of the Aran Empire.

There was no way around it; the tower master and deputy tower master of the Black Tower were two elusive figures who rarely appeared, sometimes not even once every six months, and hardly ever took charge of anything.

This also meant that, despite being the librarian of the Great Library, Kieran, the only remaining legend of the Black Tower, often had to represent the Black Tower in business negotiations.

After all, the presence or absence of a legend makes a world of difference in the deterrent effect on negotiations.

Therefore, he has been under a lot of pressure lately, and he often sees his gray hairs falling out when he takes a shower.

"How about trying the hair transplant cream from the Golden Deer Chamber of Commerce? I wonder if it's as effective as advertised..."

Kieran muttered as he walked away.

And on the other side-

"The delegation from the Dawn Church and the Renault Alliance has arrived."

As soon as the waiter's announcement sounded, Charles saw several familiar figures.

"Little Issa!"

Accompanied by a melodious voice, a beautiful figure took Isabella's hand; it was none other than the saintess of the Dawn Church.

The blonde girl pulled Isabella aside and exchanged pleasantries.

Sylvia was wearing a pure white dress today, and her carefully styled light golden hair shone with a dazzling, glass-like luster in the sunlight streaming through the window.

A faint fragrance wafted over, reminding Charles of the night-blooming jasmine, which only blooms at midnight, seemingly a high-end perfume produced by the Golden Deer Merchant Guild.

After exchanging pleasantries with Isabella for a few moments, Sylvia turned around, clutching the hem of her skirt and holding a teddy bear in her arms, somewhat unable to look Ciel in the eye: "Ciel."

Charles was quite pleased to see an acquaintance.

The so-called warrior-mage-priest trinity is a rule followed by every adventurer group in the Western Continent.

In the original "Morning Star" adventure group, the one who served as a priest, or rather a healer, was none other than the current Dawn Saintess, Sylvia.

"By the way, I remember Sylvia, you seem to write romance novels?"

Charles recalled the last time the two of them made a video call through the communication array of the Dawn Church branch. The other person seemed to be writing a draft, and seemed to be writing it very seriously.

"Should I publish your book through Black Tower Bookstore?" Charles felt it was necessary to help Sylvia fulfill her dream.

"Don't worry, I guarantee you'll get the best placement, ensuring every customer who enters Black Tower Bookstore sees your work, and the words in your book will be sung throughout the entire Western Continent by the bards..."

"I don't want that kind of thing!"

A toy bear was thrown at Ciel.

Charles reached out and caught the little bear.

Then, he saw Sylvia sitting on the sofa next to him, pouting, and elegantly eating a piece of fruit. When she noticed that Charles was looking at her, she turned her head away and refused to meet his gaze.

So, why is this saintess angry again...?

Charles sighed. It's really hard to be a good person these days. He just wanted to help Sylvia fulfill her dream.

He turned around and looked at the two people watching from the side.

"It's been a long time since we last met, Claude and Ingrid."

The "Morning Star" adventure team was very small. At its inception, it consisted of only Isabella and Charles, who served as the captain and vice-captain, respectively.

Later, as one extremely difficult quest after another from the adventurers' guilds was solved, this small adventurer group, just like its name, rose like a comet, attracting countless adventurers from all over the continent.

But because Isabella, as the team leader, adhered to the principle of "better to have none than something bad," even until the very end—

This legendary adventure team, which has written countless epics and feats and is still sung about by the old folks in the adventurer's tavern, has only five members.

Excluding Isabella, Sharl, and Sylvia, who form the classic warrior-mage-priest trinity—

The remaining two were Claude, an archer, and Ingrid, a Pegasus Knight.

Claude was a young man with a slightly tanned complexion, and in addition to being an archer, he had another identity—

That was the young leader of the Renault Alliance, and the head of the Golden Deer Merchant Guild, whose branches were spread throughout the western continent.

It can be said that Claude deserves seven-tenths of the credit for Charles's ability to convert the goods and ideas from his previous life into actual gold coins.

"Long time no see. You and Sylvia are still the same."

Claude had been watching the drama unfold from the sidelines, but when he saw Sylvia and Sharl break up, he couldn't help but hold his forehead.

As the future leader of the Renault Alliance, he was arranged to marry a man at a young age to maintain the stability of the alliance, and they were married not long ago. In addition, he has been running a business as the leader of the Golden Deer Merchant Guild for many years, so he has seen a lot of ups and downs.

That's why, as someone who's been through it all, he found it hard to bear watching the awkward interactions between Charles and Sylvia.

Shame on you——

These two are so embarrassing!

On the other side, the female knight Ingrid also covered her eyes.

......

Charles couldn't understand the meaningful look in their eyes. He walked towards them, then suddenly thought of something and his eyes lit up.