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dusk.

Lion's Castle.

"How did you fight this battle? Why did you lose like this?!"

Dange was enjoying his dinner when he learned the news, and the content of the news made the juicy and tender lamb in his mouth as tasteless as waste paper.

The course of the battle is unknown, and the enemy's losses are unknown.

Our own fleet was completely wiped out, nearly 40,000 naval officers were all captured, and almost all the noble naval officers were killed. The body of Lord Admiral Gaunt was not found.

Dange didn't understand why the naval battle could be fought like this.

Both sides had Blackstone battleships, and both sides used artillery fire on them. Shouldn't it be that the civilians were injured and the nobles were captured?

Why is it all upside down?

He chewed meaninglessly until the mutton was as pulpy as batter, and then he allowed it to slowly slide into his stomach.

"Is there a traitor in the fleet?"

He stared at the messenger as if he were a traitor.

The messenger mage felt tremendous psychological pressure. He felt as if he was being stared at by a real lion, and his voice trembled slightly unconsciously.

"I don't know. Duke Weiland's briefing only said this. He asked us, Aaron, to issue an apology announcement and pay full war compensation, otherwise"

"Otherwise what?"

"Otherwise Weilan's plane will come to the Lion's Castle for a visit!"

Dange didn't know how to describe his mood. He felt a little happy that the conspiracy had succeeded, but more of it was fear.

He doesn't know what methods his opponent used?

I don’t know what losses the opponent suffered in this battle?

The only thing he was sure of was that he had completely lost contact with the Lion Fleet heading north.

Not a single battleship returned.

The fleet, which accounted for one-third of the country's navy, was completely wiped out.

"I understand, go down."

He immediately summoned Sanchester, the Eye of the Storm.

"Sage, the situation seems to be far beyond expectations."

Sanchester was vaguely aware of the situation and was in a state of extreme shock.

"Obviously, the magical artifacts Duke Weiland has mastered are not just airplanes and black stone battleships. He also hid something very terrifying."

"Why does he have so many good things?"

Dange couldn't understand.

"With his peak power of seven rings."

There was a hint of bitterness on Sanchester's face.

"Your Majesty, mana has many subtle attributes. And many powerful and subtle attributes can only be perceived by high-level mages."

"Only when you reach the fifth ring can you feel the power of destiny, and when you reach the sixth or even seventh ring, you can naturally feel more terrifying power."

Dange was still dissatisfied: "The nature gods and the radiance gods are also high-level mages. I haven't seen them. They also have terrible power."

At this moment, Dange couldn't help but feel confused: "Sage, can kingship really fight against gods?"

Aren't mortals who possess knowledge that ordinary mortals cannot perceive, in a sense, gods?

Sanchester could naturally feel Dange's confusion, and he was a little frustrated himself, but his will was much tougher than Dange's.

"Your Majesty, there is no god in the world, and the power of Master Gaohuan is also limited. History has proven this many times."

"The reason why the fleet heading north suffered a disastrous defeat is because we were too impulsive, underestimated our opponents, and were not fully prepared!"

"You knew from the beginning that the battle was unwinnable, and now it's just confirmation of your prediction."

Dange smiled bitterly: "But I didn't expect to lose so miserably!"

"Your Majesty, don't rush to conclusions. The greatest fear in the world comes from the unknown."

"First carefully investigate the battle and find a way to understand the entire battle situation clearly before taking the next step."

Originally, this matter did not require any extra reminder from him, a sage, but Dange was obviously panicked.

And what he, the sage, has to do is to get him back to normal.

Dange was worthy of the title of Lion King. After taking a few deep breaths, his mind that was impetuous due to fear basically returned to calm.

He sighed softly: "Sage, this Duke of Weilan is really a formidable opponent."

Sanchester immediately said: "It is terrible, but it also has obvious shortcomings."

"shortcoming?"

He said: "Yes, he is too kind and is afraid of too many sacrifices."

"He is also too cautious. He will not take action easily unless he is fully prepared."

"In the end, he is a mage after all."

"If he spends a lot of time studying magic, his control over the political situation will not be as sensitive as that of a normal king."

"On the other hand, if he puts too much energy into politics, it will greatly delay the progress of magic."

"After all, there are no gods in this world, only mortals, and everything cannot be perfect."

These analyzes were very reasonable and made Dange feel calmer.

He nodded slowly: "Sage, you are right. Thanks to your reminder, I was almost intimidated by him."

After thinking quietly for a while, his mind completely returned to calm.

"His aircraft are very strong, but they also have many weaknesses. As long as we prepare targeted defenses, we can avoid being threatened by him."

"In this regard, sage, what is your suggestion?"

"Create strong underground shelters throughout the kingdom, especially under the Lion's Castle, and dig as deep as possible."

"As soon as you find out that the plane has arrived, you will immediately hide in the underground palace."

"Of course, the most important thing is that we ourselves must own aircraft as soon as possible."

"Yes, we must have it too. Even if it is immature, it must go to heaven!"

Danger nodded: "But these are things for the future. First, I have to completely control Aaron!"

Sanchester was stunned: "Your Majesty, is it too hasty?"

He felt that at least he should wait until the news of the fleet's defeat spread throughout Aaron, so that the reputation of the nobles would be completely reduced to the freezing point, and then take action.

Danger had different ideas.

"If you act slowly, they will be prepared. If you act at that time, the situation will be completely out of control. This is certainly not the best way, but I have no choice."

He is not a strong man like Duke Weilan, who has many trump cards in his hand, so he can always take the best path.

He is a mortal, and mortals can only weigh the pros and cons.

Sanchester understood.

Although he still felt it was too radical, he couldn't think of a better way, so he was speechless.

Danger took action immediately.

He found the Aaron Night Guard that he had secretly arranged early in the morning.

This Night Guard was none other than the Blood Flame Saras who had been defeated by Rosen.

He is no longer a high-level wizard, but a master of magic. The blows he suffered did not knock him down, but made him work harder.

And he was born a commoner, and now he has become the sharpest blade that Danger values ​​most in the Night Guard.

Looking at the jumping flames in the other's eyes due to the magic accident, Danger whispered: "I will convene an emergency noble council and call all noble councilors to discuss this fiasco."

"And your mission is to make them a thing of the past."

Saras licked his lips, and a trace of cruelty appeared on his face.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, my people are ready, and no noble can leave the Hall of Heroes standing."

"Very good, go and prepare."

After Saras retreated, Danger secretly clenched his fists: "Let these national termites bleed!"

He was confused before, but what happened in Weilan told him that if a country wants to be strong, the first step is to eliminate all the termites!

He could have been more patient in looking for opportunities, but the world is changing too fast, and there is no time to dawdle!

. . . . . . . . . . .

At almost the same time, 1,500 kilometers away.

The capital of the Glorious Empire, Metasilin, is known as the ‘light of light, the place where light never dies’.

A failed new weapon test message was transmitted to the central secretariat of the empire along a secret but fast light channel, becoming one of the countless messages to be processed.

The test of a new anti-aircraft weapon is very important, so important that it can reach the center of the empire.

But at the same time, there are many messages that are as important as it, or even more important, that need to be processed.

For example, a serious earthquake occurred in a city in the country, countless houses collapsed, and countless people were affected. It must be handled immediately.

For another example, a crazy wizard studied summoning in spite of the ban and successfully summoned an alien succubus with at least seven rings of power, and the succubus is still at large.

For another example.

In short, for the huge Glorious Empire, important affairs are more numerous than the stars in the sky.

And its attention to domestic affairs far exceeds that to foreign affairs.

Because historical experience tells every member of the Glorious Empire that no one can defeat them from the outside, but a small hidden danger inside, through continuous accumulation, will eventually cause the empire to collapse.

So, after three hours, this message was finally held by an assistant secretary.

"The trial array experiment failed? It seems that it needs to be improved."

The message was marked as "read", and then the relevant information was sent to the Royal Light Forge Bureau.

Developing new weapons is not the specialty of assistant secretaries. Professional things should be done by professionals.

The Royal Light Forge Bureau is the department in the empire that specializes in developing glorious weapons.

So, the information about a naval battle that took place in the Gilded Strait simply passed through the center of the empire and then flowed away. It was not qualified to be placed on the Queen's desk.

So what is the Queen doing?

The Queen is enjoying the flowers in the back garden.

Because the "Starlight Rose" is about to bloom, and this kind of rose only blooms once a year and blooms for only one hour at a time.

When it blooms, the rose buds will emit cold starlight, decorating the entire garden into a starry sky in the night.

Every year when the Starlight Rose blooms, the Glorious Queen will hold a grand flower-viewing party in her Never-Night Palace, inviting celebrities from all over the empire to attend.

There are no restrictions on the invitees, as long as the other party has enough influence in a certain field.

Therefore, being invited to the Queen's flower-viewing party has become the greatest honor in the hearts of every empire.

At this moment in the garden, the Queen is surrounded by countless celebrities and scholars, as dazzling as the sun surrounded by stars.

Irene, who used to be the envoy of Weilan, is also there.

She had just returned to the country not long ago, and as the Queen's cousin, she attended the party with her husband, and her seat was not far from the Queen.

"Irene, what's wrong with you today? Why are you always absent-minded?"

Irene suddenly heard her cousin's whispering, and was slightly startled, so she also replied with a whisper: "Is there, Your Majesty?"

They used the royal family's exclusive whispering technique, so they didn't worry about being discovered by outsiders.

The Queen chatted with other ministers as usual, while answering secretly.

"Obviously, you didn't even notice your husband calling you several times."

Irene was indeed a little worried: "Counting the days, these days should be the days of the naval battle between Duke Weilan and the Lion King."

The Queen blinked and fanned her thick eyelashes: "What does this have to do with you? Are you worried that explosive bombs from naval battles will fall into the Nightless Palace?"

"To be honest, it's a good thing that I fell in. I just want a huge compensation from these two noisy guys."

Eileen smiled slightly: "Your Majesty, I am just concerned about work. After all, this matter will determine my future work location."

"Hey~ aren't you planning to go abroad?"

"I changed my mind. I can't stand the days of being a boring housewife at home, and I still want to have fulfilling days at work."

"Your husband agrees?"

"Why should he not agree, Your Majesty?"

"Okay, do whatever you want. Although I have noticed that your husband is dissatisfied with you, but if you insist on thinking this way, at worst, find another man."

Erin didn't want to say more about this matter, so she asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, is Duke Weilan really an eighth-ring mage?"

The Queen nodded: "The magic weapon shows this."

"But considering he is still very young, I highly doubt this will be his final achievement. He may catch up with me in the future, but he probably won't reach the tenth ring."

"But he himself said that his magic power is not long, okay, he may be lying. Why does your majesty think that he can't reach the tenth ring?"

"The information recorded in the magic weapon shows this. It is not my judgment, but the judgment of the Lord of Glory."

"But having said that, even if he reaches the tenth ring, it is unlikely that he can create a big empire like in ancient times."

"After all, times have changed."

Eileen said softly: "What if he shows the potential to unify the Nature Alliance?"

"Then of course we will try our best to stop him. If the situation requires it, we will even capture him, imprison him, and then use his intelligence."

"Aren't you going to destroy him?"

"It's not necessary. He is a genius from the human race after all. It would be a pity to kill him. After all, our biggest enemies are the aliens across the sea."

Speaking of this, the Queen glanced at Irene: "I happen to be free. I will give you a divination to see who wins."

As she spoke, she casually took out a light-forged gold coin: "Weilan on the front and Aaron on the back. The light helps me see through the truth."

She threw the gold coin on the table, and it turned out tails.

Erin was surprised: "Aaron won?"

"Don't worry, one time is not safe, you have to come again."

The queen threw it twenty times in a row, and the result was 15 heads and 5 tails, so she was satisfied and put away the gold coins.

"Okay, you are ready to go to Weilan as an envoy."

Erin breathed a sigh of relief.

The Queen said again: "You and your husband should divorce before you go. Don't delay this good young man."

. . . . . .

About five hours later.

Levind also received news of the fleet's defeat.

It was already late at night, and the 17-year-old little king was sleeping soundly in bed, so no one disturbed him. The news was sent directly to the Frost Messenger La Fongle.

La Fonge looked at the news, with a flash of shock in his ice-blue eyes: "Weilan's navy is so strong? Did he hide his power before?"

No one answered his message, and he didn't need one.

"Back off."

After the spy left, La Fongle got up and went to the secret magic laboratory underground.

There is a huge mysterious magic circle in the laboratory.

La Fonge stood on the magic circle, his magic power shook, and the runes on the magic circle suddenly appeared with a deep purple stream of light.

La Fongle closed his eyes, opened his hands, tilted his head slightly, and recited strange and mysterious curses in his mouth.

About five or six minutes later, a black mist appeared out of thin air above his head, and a pair of looming silver eyes appeared in the mist.

A thought came from the black mist: "Mage, what are you asking now?"

La Fenge immediately said: "Supremely great omniscient one, I would like to inquire about the details of the naval battle in the Gilded Strait."

The idea was silent for a while, and then spoke.

"Mage, you almost stumped me. Forget it this time. From now on, you are only allowed to ask me questions about magic, not military information. I am not your spy!"

LaFongue immediately said: "I remember, the supreme, great and all-knowing one."

The mind spoke: "Duke Weilan won, he almost lost nothing. And his opponent was either killed or captured, in short, they all had a bad ending."

"But how did you win?"

"Win the fight."

"How did you win?"

"I know how to get answers to questions, but I don't want to waste my time with trivial questions. You'd better ask some valuable questions."

La Fongle was angry, but this mysterious existence did help him answer many difficult questions, so he didn't want to fall out with him.

So he said: "Supremely great omniscient one, thank you for your answer. I have indeed encountered difficulties in magic recently, mainly about how to break through to the eighth ring."

"This is the right question. Breaking through the eighth ring is not difficult. You just need to make sufficient preparations and abandon a little meaningless kindness."

La Fengge chuckled: "What a coincidence, I have already thrown away all kindness."

In the secret room deep underground, the two minds put aside the trivial matters of the world and began to focus on communicating about magic problems.