My summons are weird

Noel was very busy, and the impregnated spirit made him no longer able to linger with the maids and painters. Battle reports from all directions and information from various city-states in the country took up most of his time in a day.

In the round table meeting room, dozens of military nobles were arguing fiercely around the round table. They were red-faced and gearing up. The chairs were pushed aside by their burly bodies and crushed by their feet. They waved their fists the size of sandbags, one by one eager to try.

The magicians retreated very wisely, leaving the field to them.

At the upper part of the conference hall laid out by the opera house, Noel was like an audience enjoying a play, silently watching the escalation of the quarrel among the military nobles.

He didn't mean to stop, but aimed his gaze at the Silent Man who was wearing a gray-black silver-lined uniform beside him.

After Noel succeeded, he carried out drastic reforms to the Silent Man's clothing. He hated all outdated clothing. For the pure black solemn Black Robe of the Silent Man, silver threads were added to the edges, and the robe was drastically changed to reflect the Mark [Glorious Incarnation].

The modified clothes were infinitely close to evening dresses. In order to maintain the mystery of the Silent Ones, they had to order a large number of cloaks, and rejected Noel's modification suggestions. The compromise on the clothes is also the biggest concession that the Silent One can give to his new king-even if it is in accordance with the law, Noel did not like the Silent Ones at first.

Seven years after taking the throne in Sligo, twenty-eight-year-old Noel has brought about many changes in the country, and it is clear that…

The Silent One who closely protects Noel is a woman, because Noel refuses to accept any male's close protection, and her keen perception makes her realize that Noel is staring at her.

The Silent turned around indifferently, and took a few steps back. A sound insulation barrier was quickly formed, and the casting technique was decisive and capable.

Noel stopped the maid on the other side and immediately kissed her.

The silent people in the dark took all their eyes back and placed them in the middle of the noisy meeting room, where the dispute was still going on.

A few minutes later, the maid was winking, and Noel was in high spirits. He glanced sideways at the military nobles, seeing them quarreling but not fighting, he took a wooden sword and threw it down.

The wooden sword that fell in the center of the round table calmed down the turbulent river quickly. They all raised their heads and looked up at Noel.

"In a fight, whoever wins is justified."

What Noel said with a smile was like a basin of cold water, waking everyone up.

The mages kept laughing and whispering contemptuously—the mages have never been very interested in those who are about to command them. They prefer to be led by a mage organization with a high status in Sligo, and they have the ability to control Sligo. The right to dispatch the main combat forces.

Now Noel's censure looks like they'll get their way.

The veteran military aristocrats died down and stopped making any noise, but another wooden sword was thrown down.

The audience was silent.

"It has been five days since the first army reinforced Solon, and you already know the front-line battle damage report, and now you are at war for the legion structure and commander candidates..." Noel spread his hands, "My lords have made great achievements in battle, and everyone said that they recommended candidates. Only then can you lead the legion to exert its maximum combat power and not accept disruption and reorganization..."

"I'm serious, let's fight, whoever wins, I will listen to whoever."

Anyone can hear the displeasure in Noel's tone. The Sligo families have never dared to underestimate this absurd emperor—at least Noel's ability to make money is one of the best in Meera.

A leader of the Academy magicians stepped out.

"Your Majesty, I suggest that the archmage of Sligo Imperial College organize and dispatch the major legions. In terms of overall control, magicians have a natural advantage."

Noel has already begun to explore the maid. Hearing this, the corner of his mouth raised: "Could it be that the generals of the empire cooperate with the magicians, and the advantage of your overall control cannot be revealed? Is it because my generals are incompetent, or Mages and generals cannot complement each other?"

The military nobles glared at the magicians one after another, and a legion commander said quietly: "Our soldiers can't fly. I'm afraid they can't effectively cooperate with the tactics of the archmages. It's better to let the archmages take the lead."

"Extremely vulgar." The leader of the Magician Academy scolded.

"Yes, we are vulgar." The military nobles put aside their prejudices in unison and faced the magicians side by side. "I heard some interesting rumors recently."

The speaking nobleman looked around and picked up a magic crystal: "The magic power fluctuates so frequently, and the legendary magic power tide is coming soon... This land will accept its baptism, and the brilliance bestowed by the gods will lead us into a new era. era."

"But this news seems to be blocked by the magicians?"

"Baron George, you have misunderstood our respected archmages. They must have strictly considered and wanted to confirm seriously, so they temporarily blocked the news."

"That's because we misunderstood. After all, how can there be animals in this world who deliberately conceal the coming of great changes in the world, but use information gaps to harvest low-level apprentices? There must be no such vile people."

Laughter sounded together, but it was gloomy.

"I also heard that at that time in the Pope's City, various races were discussing cooperation matters, and there was also a school of knowledge sharing... Duke Miles, can you tell me which schools of knowledge are now being circulated and shared?"

Duke Miles took out the pamphlet he carried with him, and shouted in feigned surprise: "My God, it's people from the Potion School. They shared healing potions that can speed up the healing of wounds. According to the rating, they are second-order magicians. medicine!"

The applause at the scene was thunderous, and the sarcasm mixed with it made the magicians unable to raise their heads, and their shame made them blush hot, but the applause was as long as it seemed to blow off the roof of the meeting hall.

School magicians have always been unhuman in terms of not being human. Traditional magicians have long actively participated in the resistance to infection, went to the front line, and began to teach low-level mages magic skills.

Only the magicians of the school are still standing still. The deep-rooted school systems headed by the magic academies of various countries are astonishingly stingy. They are also willing to contribute to fighting the infection, but let them share knowledge... Never even think about it!

Although magicians are the main force to resist the infection, it must be countless ordinary people who maintain a smooth operation of the front, as well as those warriors and ordinary soldiers who are looked down upon by them but play an infinite role in logistics.

These people are more like cannon fodder, because all major fronts are named to protect the retreat of the magician at a critical moment, which means self-sacrifice.

The Solon front line has lost two city-states in a row today, and the infection is like the wind. After starting to act again, the speed exceeded everyone's expectations.

The mages of these two city-states basically withdrew intact - the warriors who followed suit used their flesh and blood to win them a chance to survive, and they fought deep into the infected area knowing that they would definitely die, but they still did not hesitate.

This generation of warriors is very clear that magicians have blocked their ascension by various methods, but before the big right and wrong, they let go of their hatred.

Only a sorcerer can create a glimmer of hope... to banish the infestation and restore hope to the homeland.

For this reason, ordinary people from all races voluntarily became the barrier of magicians.

What are school magicians doing?

"I think some people still don't have a sense of crisis, so they have to go to the northern border of Solon and the south of the Theocracy to see what the battlefield looks like. Smart people who deal with books will always have an inexplicable sense of superiority, thinking that they are omnipotent."

With a sarcasm from a certain nobleman, the two factions completely started a scolding war.

Noel sneered, and muttered in a low voice, "Flies fight in groups."

After speaking, he took his hand out of the maid's clothes, stood up and was about to leave.

The silent man beside him hurried forward: "Dye is like the wind, the front line changes three times a day, Sligo's reinforcements must be dispatched as soon as possible and set off."

"Not urgent."

"Your Majesty!" A few more silent people surrounded him, speaking urgently.

"I said not in a hurry, but they are not in a hurry. Do you think I am in a hurry?" Noel looked at the Silent Man who was half kneeling on the ground. He sat directly on the ground, and stretched out his hand to remove the mask of the Silent Man.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it really looks good..."

The person next to him silently stared at Noel indifferently, the contempt made Noel blushed, and he clapped his hands in admiration.

"This expression is very good, I like it... For your expression, I will say something that should have been said later, and the sound barrier will be opened."

After all the Silent Ones cut off the sound together, Noel hooked the Silent One's chin and said, "Antonio of the Ecclesiastical State, he inherited Laurent's will, and Laurent paved the way for him so that he can sit comfortably as Pope." The throne, the sudden disaster, they are united as one."

Noel sniffed, found the second female Silent, lifted her veil in the same way, and pinched her face.

"Kordzone's shadow guards are absolutely loyal to that stupid guy in Ravennis, and they have always been vicious. When Ravennis's foundation is not stable, they will kill and kill the opposition. Seriously. Wen Nisi's personal ability is really not good, and his grasp of the situation is even worse, but the Shadow Guard..."

Noel patted the quieter's delicate face, tsk-tsk.

The Silent Ones, who heard the subtext, were short of breath, but Noel turned a blind eye.

"Needless to say in Solon's country, they have been directly attacked by the infestation, and they have already started to gamble on the national fortune. Although the school is still stingy, they are working together anyway."

"As for the major races... do you think they would be fine if the four great powers fell?" Noel sneered, "If the giant dragon fell on the Raging Volcanic Ridge five hundred and seventy-two years ago, and the infection hadn't expired, what do you think now? What is Meera like?"

"Even the Sea Clan, after the fall of the four great kingdoms, they have to pray that the butterflies that can only dive into the deep sea will not suddenly want to trouble them. They once put migration on the agenda, but the royal family is reluctant to part with their status and enjoyment. Form the Sea Clan Alliance with awe and dignity to join the ranks of fighting against infection."

"Looking at the whole Mela, our Sligo, isn't it more..." Noel rested his chin with his fist, "It's unique."

A calm but powerful, neutral voice sounded from behind the curtain.

"What would His Majesty wish to do?"

Noel walked to the rose-red curtain, looked at the tall and straight figure behind the curtain, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and jokingly said: "The Silent One can just learn a little bit from the Shadow Guard."

The Silent Ones were startled.

The voice behind the curtain was silent for a long time before asking again, "How far do you plan to go?"

"This should be asked of you." Noel still had a cynical look on his face.

"A lot of people will die."

"Then stop talking, let them continue to quarrel, and I continue to play with the maids and make people, until the dip pollutes the land of Sligo, and we leave Meera through the three frost and snow islands, no more dip troubles."

Noel hugged his own Silent Person: "By the way, since I want to give up, I hope to get her. Considering future voyages, my offspring should have a strong body. She is very good."

The frightening Silencer was dragged by Noel to walk outside the sound barrier. At the moment when Noel was about to leave, there was a deep sigh behind the curtain.

"as you wish."

Noel was overjoyed when he heard the words, and asked for a kiss directly to Silence.

"I'm talking about the former."

"Let's agree with the latter."

"Let a lady fall in love with you. You have always had a very good idea. If she agrees, we can't stop her."

After breaking away from the body silently, Noel still didn't forget to smell the lingering fragrance on his hands.

"You can guarantee yourself as a Shadowguard..."

"We are the will of the empire. If the empire is in turmoil, it is imperative to defend its dignity." A voice behind the curtain interrupted Noel, "When will it start?"

"tomorrow."

"Maybe tonight?"

"It takes time to collect charges, and it takes time to figure out who should be included in the list."

"Need a charge?"

Noel choked.

"Shadow Guard, it seems that you don't need to be charged, and you can do the same."

Noel changed the subject, "You can beat the old man in the academy, right?"

The people behind the curtain snorted disdainfully: "They dare not."

A strong confidence flows through the words, a calm and natural sense of superiority.

When the nobles and magicians were still arguing, they didn't know that they would soon face the suffocating silence walking on the land.

A silent person broke in suddenly, felt the serious atmosphere, and was at a loss for a while.

Noel beckoned to him, because he saw that the scroll in the hand of the Silent had the symbol of the Theocracy.

"The Holy Kingdom hopes that we can assist in finding impregnations that can use magic on the battlefield, and observe their actions as much as possible."

Noel frowned. It is no secret that Dyeing can cast magic. There have been reports on the captured fronts these days, but observing and collecting data alone is extremely risky. Compared with it, eliminating it in advance is the correct solution.

He believed that the Theocracy was also aware of this, but why... the letter was actually written by Antonio!

After discovering this, Noel fell into deep thought.

Not long after, the Theocracy's messenger brought a piece of information that surprised Noel even more.

"It is rumored that it was from the south of Broken Gold City. The communication in the Red Flame Mountains made Antonio make such a decision. The people who live there, after verification, are Sera and the glutton."

Noel didn't know much about gluttons, but Sera...she was supposed to be the pope of the Theocracy.

"Will it have something to do with Laurent?"

Thinking of Laurende, Noel covered his forehead and fell into a long silence.

Finally, he made a decision.

"Cooperate fully with the Theocracy and collect relevant information across the board."

Follow the footsteps of the wise, never go wrong.