T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

As time goes by, those with foresight can foresee that bugs buried in the code will eventually cause unpredictable harm.

It was so complex that the empire's administrative costs rose year by year as productivity increased and the times progressed.

Mint's constant complaints during her journey about the livelihoods of the millions of canal workers, as well as those unpleasant service details, all stem from this overly cumbersome system of interlocking systems.

The system has been running perfectly for hundreds of years, even surviving two waves of magic power and remaining standing.

The greatest programmers of all dynasties tacitly made a decision: if it can run, don't move.

As we all know, finding a bug in a piece of code and then trying to fix it out of curiosity often leads to some subtle chain reactions.

If you find a bug in Shit Mountain's code, you should treat the bug as part of the whole and ignore its existence.

However, the young and vigorous Kurien led the empire to its zenith, and he believed that he was qualified and capable of becoming the strongest programmer in Anna's history.

So he decided to fix the bug.

His solution was centralization.

At the age of thirty-two, he was at the height of his power. He gradually and tentatively completed the initial reforms, but then stopped because the nobles began to show obvious resistance.

He is a smart man and knows that nothing can be accomplished overnight.

Otherwise, an empire riddled with bugs could suddenly decline.

However, he never found a suitable opportunity to continue this great undertaking after that.

Until five years ago.

Emperor Kurien decided to make a small change to the rights of the lords of the territories—to change some of the taxes that were previously paid only to the lords of the territories to be collected directly by the Empire.

No one knows why Kurion brought up reforms again after more than 30 years.

The man whom the people of Anna called the Lion was no longer the same.

The old and frail lion was no longer able to subdue the other lions, and the reform was met with unanimous resistance, including from his own son.

The reform, amidst the harsh "admonitions," subsided into silence with Kurien's resignation, without causing the slightest ripple.

Since then, Kurien has become a master of impartiality. His ambitions seem to have vanished with the failure of the reforms, leaving only a tattered shell, quietly ruling the empire that was thriving in the eyes of countless people.

The story was long, and Mint told it quickly, but Jiang Heyi still managed to receive all the useful information.

When he came to his senses, he found that the others were also gathered around, listening intently and nodding from time to time.

Recalling all his experiences after visiting the Empire, and the subtle attitude of never showing himself, he vaguely sensed what Kurien wanted to do.

Jiang Heyi quietly reminded everyone about the boundary between reality and illusion.

"Show your aggression, we're about to give you a big one."

French Fries asked in surprise, "You've figured out the most reasonable way to handle the discussion?"

Jiang Heyi smiled: "The jailer is already showing you the correct answer."

Under the onslaught of the jailer, the Earl could no longer withstand it. Feigning anger and clinging to the idea of ​​"reason," he insisted on saying "falling stars seal the sea," but his momentum weakened by three points before he even opened his mouth.

Seeing that no one was willing to continue dwelling on the issue, Prince Sloan, following Jiang Heyi's suggestion, changed the name to "Giza Desecration of the Siren Incident".

To make the event more memorable, a particular name should be highlighted, and Giza happened to be one that everyone remembered, so he was chosen.

This can be considered a historical record.

"Since there are no objections, let's get down to business and discuss the punishments for the eight people who blasphemed the King's Court of the Fallen Star Sea."

Prince Sloan walked to the bronze bell and tapped it twice, signaling that those who wished to participate and "bring glory to the country" could begin.

Unlike at the beginning, for a long time, no bubbles floated out of the bronze bell.

The jailer's smile was incredibly smug.

"Well, I'm awesome, right?"

The boundary between reality and illusion is blurred, and the emotional value is maximized, with praise such as "As expected of you" being endless.

The bronze bell shook, and two bubbles floated down.

Prince Sloan paused slightly after hearing this.

As the host of the event, he had the authority to decide who went first and who went last. After a moment's hesitation, he used magic to amplify his voice.

"Count Gnus".

This was an elderly man with white hair. He didn't look very energetic. His face was pale, and his skin was dry, wrinkled, and dull, giving the impression that he didn't have much time left.

Prince Sloan allowed his son to be helped onto the stage.

Unbeknownst to everyone, when Mint saw Count Gnus, her eyes narrowed and a chill crept onto her lovely face.

"Wow, at this age, with such energy, the jailer would be breathless after a couple of words from him." Orange Tea was sweating. "Is someone this age even joining in the fun?"

"Are veterinarians accurate in judging people?" the jailer asked, still eager to try. "Maybe he's actually a hidden powerhouse, just playing the victim?"

It's just a game anyway, so let him get angry if he wants to, he doesn't care.

Taking advantage of one's age?

Hey you old bastard, give me some gold coins!

None of them were as impulsive as the jailer; they all wanted to continue pushing forward the storyline rewards.

Anyone could see that the other side's people came prepared. The prison guard was being aggressive, so I decided to avoid their sharp edge and appear weak.

The jailer continued his rampage, and those recording scrolls and crystal balls that Mint had pointed out, hidden in the corners, would be broadcast live on the streets of Anna tomorrow, showing the scene of them humiliating the old nobleman.

Substitute!

Who would be the most suitable candidate?

The person in bed raised their hand: "Me, me, me, hi hi!"

"I also think the bed is comfortable."

Mint quickly pulled out the paper and pen she always carried, used magic to sketch something on the top, and handed it to the bed.

"Such a dramatic flair, this was practically made for you."

She quickly glanced at her mother's lovingly written cheat sheet under the covers and immediately knew what to do.

The prison guard, who was unleashing his full firepower and spraying bullets in all directions, didn't request to engage in a confrontation, which made many people in the corridor frown.

The plan backfired.

But it doesn't matter, Count Grenus is the perfect shield, anyone who tries to take a bite will break their teeth.

Don't even think about taking another step forward in punishing Giza!

Before the blankets even reached Count Gnus, he began to cough violently and pleaded in a weak voice.

"It's just that the young man made a mistake. Why should the Fallen Star Royal Court make such a big fuss? The Empire and Fallen Star have always been on good terms. If the pursuit is too heavy, it will hinder the future relationship between the two races."

"The Empire is willing to pay generous compensation. They are still young. Let them go."

She shook her head in bed: "But the Earl also said that they made a mistake."

"The crime does not warrant death; it can be redeemed."

"If an ordinary person offends someone close to you, can you atone for their sins?"

The blanket is a natural-born actor, perfectly portraying a weak and timid character, almost like a completely different person.

I wonder whose acting skills are better, hers or fries'.

The soft, timid appearance of the blankets was so deceptive that, although Gnus hesitated for a moment, he continued.

"Of course, it's possible. The law is no different from human sentiment. Several of them are heirs of their respective families, the only descendants. Kindness and compassion are the only way for the races to coexist in the long run. Don't you agree?"

“But,” the bed suddenly changed the subject, “Count Gnus, your youngest son did not do it that way.”

Grenus trembled violently.

"Three years ago, a potion apprentice was gathering herbs outside Fragrant Wind City when he accidentally kicked over the medicine basket that your youngest son had left behind. He witnessed this and burned his right hand with flames, breaking three fingers."

"That girl was willing to offer all her magic potions as atonement, and your youngest son's exact words were... 'Does a commoner even deserve to discuss imperial laws?'"

As she spoke in bed, tears welled up in her eyes: "That girl was about my age, an excellent potion master, huddled in the wild, covered in wounds. If she hadn't met a kind person, she would have died."

There was a rustling sound in the council hall.

Some things can be done in secret, but if they're exposed...

The whispers reached his ears, and Grenus trembled violently with excitement. He struggled to break free from his son's grasp and angrily rebuked him.

"This is utter nonsense, a fabrication without any basis!"

"To make accusations without any evidence is such a despicable act!"

His face, which was barely any flesh, flushed red with excitement.

"I have proof!"

The sound of mint drowned out everything.

"You can ask about this name in the Leaf Elf Kingdom, south of Windpod City. She is now the chief apprentice of the kingdom's potion master."

"Out of fear of retaliation, she fled the empire with her talents."

The potion-making skills of the Leaf Elf Kingdom are second to none on the continent.

To become the chief apprentice, one can only imagine the extent of one's talent.

The council chamber erupted in chaos.

Even the nobles who were watching the spectacle changed their expressions.

Unintentional persecution has driven geniuses from our own country to other countries, which is extremely egregious.

The other factions, who were watching the disgraceful behavior of the Giza nobles, all stood up and stared at Grenus with serious expressions.

Their sense of imperial honor compelled them to make their stance clear.

"Can't you see? This is a despicable trick by the Fallen Star Royal Court to collude with foreign countries in an attempt to gain the upper hand in the council," Grenus shouted hoarsely.

This statement made the nobles who had stood up to watch the play hesitate.

"Then I'll also act as a witness."

A voice drifted down from the sixth floor, the highest point of the connecting corridor.

Gentle, graceful, with a touch of languor.

As if by some strange magic, the council chamber fell silent.

They all seemed to recognize the owner of that voice.

Mint trembled uncontrollably, her breathing rapid and alarming.

"Mint Mom?" Orange Tea noticed her unusual expression and quickly put her hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

Mint opened her mouth and gasped for breath, her breathing becoming rapid.

She slowly raised her head.

They were far apart, but their eyes met in mid-air.

As always, they looked down on others and remained arrogant.

The upturned corners of her mouth seemed to say...

"haven't seen you for a long time."

“Rene…” Mint gasped as she uttered the name that still suffocates her to this day.

"I never expected to see you here, Mint." The light streaming through the stained glass windows of the dome fell on Renee's meticulously styled silver-white hair, giving it a sacred and enchanting quality.

She was like a proud angel, smiling as she rested her chin on her hand and glanced sideways at Mint in the audience.

With the same composure that has always allowed it to overcome the mint.

She spoke again.

“I testify that what Mint said is true. Dana from the Kingdom of Decaying Leaves is the newly accepted apprentice of the chief potion master.”

The proud angel, with disdain in his words, casually crushed Grenus, who was still trying to struggle.

The council chamber erupted in noise again, filled with contemptuous curses.

Gnus felt chest tightness.