Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 199 Survival Rules of the Imperial Capital

"Finally arrived in the capital!"

After two days of anxious anticipation, Rosell finally saw the city that is said to be the oldest in the world.

This city has a history of two thousand years. It suffered a fatal blow a thousand years ago, but the Solomon Empire survived and was reborn.

"Hmm? This asymmetrical style is truly anti-human!" Rosell's first notice was the extremely asymmetrical architectural style.

This is also a "gene" etched into the national spirit of the Solomon Empire.

Although this style weakened slightly after entering the Fifth Age, it was extremely awkward for Roselle, a soul accustomed to symmetry, to come to such an imperial capital.

"Is this Mr. Russell Gustav?" People from the "Craftsmen's Church" had already come to greet Russell, this "genius".

"Hmm!" Rosell nodded reservedly and followed the priest to the largest church in the capital, which was also the largest "craftsman's" church besides the main altar.

As Russell walked down the asymmetrical street, he suddenly spotted some figures that caught his attention.

"Who are those people?" Rosell asked the priest.

What he was really interested in was a group of people dressed in dark robes, each with a gold coin-shaped badge on the front of their robes.

The priest followed Roselle's gaze and suddenly realized, "Those are the people from Dream Castle."

"A dream castle? Could you tell me about it? My knowledge of the capital is really limited."

"Yes," the priest readily agreed, as he already had the mission of guiding this "genius" from the small city to understand the capital.

"Dream Castle, this is probably the most transcendent ducal mansion in our empire. It never participates in any public activities, and very few people know what's going on inside."

"But one thing is certain: the legendary Dream Duke is still alive!"

"Huh?!" Rosell's eyes widened in shock. "The Dream Duke is still alive? That's a figure from two thousand years ago!"

That old codger is really something!

"The Dream Duke is already an angel on earth, but it's a pity that no one can see this Duke. Perhaps He has already left the capital."

"The craftsman," the priest said, "is common knowledge for the people of the capital."

"Angel? Dream?" This was the first time Roselle had heard this term outside of the Holy Scriptures, and he couldn't help but make some connections.

"Yes!" the priest confirmed his guess.

"The Dream Duke is the Dream Angel! He is the mechanical light of our church, the strongest angel of the 'True Creator' church, and the first dawn of the 'Eternal Sun' church!"

With each new title bestowed upon him, Roselle felt his mouth go dry, as if myths had descended into reality.

At the same time, he also felt a sense of resonance that "a true hero should be like this".

Of course, there's also a slight sense of disappointment. This dream angel has truly pushed her personal honors to the extreme, leaving no chance for future generations!

He had long known of the special status of the "Dream Angel" in various churches, but now he was directly experiencing the intense impact of it.

It's impossible to surpass this dream angel in terms of personal honors.

"Always maintain a sense of awe for the dream castle; this is an unspoken rule for survival in the capital," the priest reminded him.

"Take the closest point to us, for example, the source of every single Dream Coin is Dream Castle."

"They control the entire empire's finances, and even..."

"The monetary systems of several kingdoms outside the Empire all originated from Dream Castle."

Wow! Controlling the entire currency system of the Northern Continent? Then isn't Dream Castle the richest place in the whole world?

Hmm... Does the Duke of Dreams have a daughter? Roselle suddenly had a great idea.

"Always remain in awe!" the priest reminded.

"...I understand." Rosell's lips twitched, shaking the bad thought out of his head.

"Don't aim too high. Our short-term goal should be to become a guest of honor at Dream Castle!" Rosell watched the Dream Castle procession disappear into the distance and headed towards the "Craftsmen's Church".

During this period, he changed his mind and decided to further develop his original "genius" persona.

Create a "peerless genius" persona to crush everything and radiate the most dazzling light.

Improved steam engines were no longer sufficient; improvements to sailing ships were needed, or even a major industrial revolution could be initiated.

It's nothing more than copying. The "Generalist" made Roselle recall all his memories, and with his own profession as a "craftsman," it wasn't difficult for him to reproduce these things.

Roselle, who was also backed by the "Church of Craftsmen," also had a certain degree of confidence.

"The true protagonist should face the fiercest storms!"

This day is certainly enough to occupy a page in future history textbooks.

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Zarathustra walked slowly through the capital city he had been away from for so long. The city, both familiar and unfamiliar, filled him with a myriad of emotions.

He wandered around the city for a while, but did not return to the current residence of the Zarathustra family.

The Zarathustra family remains one of the most prominent ducal families today, but the core members of the Zarathustra family have secretly moved to form a secret organization called the "Sect," which operates outside the Solomon Empire.

Zarathustra glanced at the Dream Castle from afar, but did not approach it. Instead, he walked toward the Abraham family.

Zarathustra revealed his identity directly to the servants of the Abraham family and soon met the "Door" man.

"Lord Bethel." Zarathustra bowed as he looked at Bethel Abraham, whose eyes seemed to sparkle like stars, behind the desk.

"Long time no see, little Zarathustra." Bethel's gaze fell on Zarathustra, and he nodded slightly.

"Are you still going to fight for it after all?" Bethel sighed softly.

"I just want to find out what happened to my father back then." Zarathustra lowered his head, and Bethel couldn't see the emotions in his eyes.

Back then, Antigonus and Zarathustra both served the "Black Emperor" Solomon in the Solomon Empire.

Because of the threat of the resurgence of the "Lord of Mysteries" and the suppression of the "Black Emperor," the two "Mysterious Attendants" did not engage in a fierce battle.

But one day, old Zarathustra suddenly died, shocking the entire Solomon Empire. It was only later learned that Antigonus was responsible.

Strangely, even the "Black Emperor" Solomon remained silent on the matter and did not punish Antigonus.

But it was after that incident that the Antigonus family began to fade out of the Solomon Empire.

"It was Antigonus and I who did it." Those star-like eyes seemed to see right through Zarathustra's soul.

Bethel's words made young Zarathustra stiffen, feeling a chill rise from the soles of his feet to his head, a feeling of icy coldness washing over him.

"...I know." Zarathustra bent even lower.

(End of this chapter)