The villain queen eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and won't let me lie down?

Thanks to Roger's proactive and reactive engagement, this cabinet meeting proceeded more smoothly.

The Eternal Night Empress accepted the idea of a game, understanding that governing a country couldn't have perfect solutions, so she went along with it.

And the cabinet ministers, stimulated by Dio's speech, also subtly changed their attitudes.

Naturally, they were unwilling to see the Eternal Night Empress favor a madman so much.

Wasn't the reason the Empress tolerated this kind of person obvious?

Because her cabinet's abilities had their limits, she had to rely on Dio!

This truly achieved the 'catfish effect'.

Those present were all veteran cabinet members, and none were willing to let this Dio steal the limelight.

It's easy to share hardship, but difficult to share prosperity.

When the Qing Teng Kingdom was in danger, everyone cooperated and performed their duties.

Now that the empire was strong, there were troubles, but they were all just troubles. The ministers couldn't help but push responsibilities onto each other and protect their own interests.

Compared to the past, everyone's thoughts were less pure.

The solutions they came up with were too non-committal, and their effectiveness naturally declined.

Now that Dio was crazily attracting hatred, the twelve cabinet ministers had someone to unanimously oppose. They didn't bother with infighting as much, and there were fewer excuses and arguments. Each proposal was put forward and passed, and everything went much more smoothly.

They glanced at Dio provocatively, thinking, 'Don't you dare try to steal the Empress's favor from us!'

The 'catfish effect' that the Eternal Night Empress hoped to achieve through Roger was ultimately achieved.

And it was far better than she had imagined.

Thus, the Empress increasingly recognized Roger's contribution.

It was his sacrifice that brought about the long-lost harmonious scene.

It was as if they had returned to the early days of the Qing Teng Empire, when everyone was united and full of vigor.

She couldn't help but sigh softly, her thoughts becoming more complicated.

Half an hour later, things that might have taken several days to resolve were all settled before lunch, and the meeting adjourned.

The ministers left one by one, except for Roger.

The Minister of History still had to attend to the palace.

As Angelina passed Roger, she whispered, "Did you make some kind of deal with Her Majesty?"

Roger immediately put on a stern face: "Lord Charles, how can you slander someone's reputation out of thin air?"

"I understand, you don't need to be like this."

Angelina had already perceived the truth from Roger's forceful posture.

He's as stupid as her own foolish younger brother. Lying is only effective when done casually. Oaths and vows always seem suspicious.

No wonder the two of them have common topics.

Roger, on the other hand, felt a little depressed.

His sister was like this, and Margaret was like this too.

How come they always see through me without me saying anything?

Am I really a sieve?

Seeing his confused and aggrieved look, Angelina thought for a moment and sighed:

"However, it's not appropriate to let more people know about this for the time being. You have a special catalytic effect on the cabinet right now, so you'll have to suffer."

"Lord Charles is joking. How could I be suffering? Criticizing people and keyboard warring is my greatest joy. How can you weaklings compare to me?"

"Alright, alright, since you're so bold, just call me Angelina from now on, and I'll call you Dio."

Angelina gave Roger a deep look and then left the political hall.

That look made Roger a little giddy.

His sister actually… admired him?

Was she kidding? I clearly came here to slack off. What are you admiring me for?

Admiring me for daring to criticize the Empress when you don't dare?

Is that even a big deal?

Roger, as a modern person, really didn't understand that in this deeply rooted feudal era, a person daring to criticize the emperor was a very big deal.

Especially since Angelina believed that he wasn't really crazy, but was doing it to restore the Empress's image and to reunite the cabinet.

For this, he didn't hesitate to put himself in the line of fire, being reviled and disliked.

This noble sacrifice was the loyalty that Angelina admired most.

Because she herself was a person who was so foolishly loyal that she would be called stupid behind her back.

When she discovered that Dio was the same, Angelina felt a sense of kinship.

But it was clear that now wasn't a good time for deep conversation.

Soon, only Roger and the Eternal Night Empress were left in the political hall.

The Eternal Night Empress would have definitely directly ordered Roger to do work.

But at this moment, she looked at Roger with a complex expression.

Looking as if she was struggling whether to speak or not.

This situation really confused Roger.

【What's going on today? Saint Angelina is acting strange, and Blood Mama is acting strange too. Everyone is looking at me with an expression of wanting to say something but hesitating…】

【Could it be that I have some terminal illness that I don't know about? Could it be that this cannon fodder didn't actually die from external enemies, but from some congenital disease?】

But since the Empress wasn't speaking, he didn't dare to act rashly and pretended to be obedient by her side.

Blood Mama was amused by Roger's wild thoughts.

What terminal illness couldn't be cured by a single Wish spell?

If there was one, then two.

However, she also keenly captured a new key piece of information.

Roger had been hiding his talent and intelligence, not revealing them. Could it be because he had foreseen his own death?

Or rather, someone had foreseen and informed him of his death?

The Eternal Night Empress naturally didn't understand the concept of time travel. What she thought of was prophecy-type magic.

This was a type of unstable, unreliable, and super difficult magic.

The difficulty wasn't in casting it, but in interpreting the magic's feedback.

The River of Fate had countless tributaries. Even if a fish jumped up and looked a few steps ahead, it wouldn't necessarily know where the river ultimately flowed.

In other words, most prophecies were useless.

Magicians who were skilled in prophecy magic were more or less mentally abnormal.

If the prophecy school was powerful enough, Blood Mama would directly govern the country with a crystal ball.

However, sometimes some people's vague sense of the future would be particularly accurate.

In the Eternal Night Empress's view, Roger's performance just now was likely such a situation:

Roger knew that he would die in a fairly near time period.

But he didn't know the specific time or manner of his death.

So he was quite cautious, unwilling to expose his genius, and only secretly accumulating strength.

This death might be related to the gods, or it might not be.

But it should be quite unavoidable.

After all, she had bestowed upon him the Deep Sea Heart Amulet.

She didn't have many artifacts of that level. It could avoid many fatal risks.

But Roger still lacked a sense of security.

But using the identity of Dio, he became much bolder, even recklessly so.

This was a very fresh and interesting situation that the Empress had never encountered.

Being so sure that he was at risk of death, yet not knowing the specific method, would lead him to suspect that he had a terminal illness out of nowhere…

The Eternal Night Empress immediately cast a prophecy spell.

Let Me see Roger's fate!

Then she saw a vast expanse of white mist.

No past, no future, seemingly not existing in any river.

Huh?

She cast an even more powerful prophecy spell.

Still a blank slate!

The Eternal Night Empress was helpless.

Her research on the prophecy school was limited. She could only pass this matter to the Arcane Council later.

But there was one thing she was still certain of.

Roger's performance today had already won the Empress's commendation and aroused her curiosity about Roger's strange fate, so…

I must protect him!

Even death requires My permission first!

At least, I have to go to the scene to see what's going on.

The Empress didn't make any promises, after all, this situation was quite strange.

"Dio."

"Your subject is here."

"Come forward."

"Yes."

"Closer."

"Yes."

Roger took another step, stepping onto the last step, only two steps away from the Star Throne.

At this distance, he and the Eternal Night Empress were only an arm's length apart.

It seemed that if he reached out his hand, he could touch her flawless face.

Apart from that abyss-like magical power, she seemed to be just a tall, slender, and pretty girl.

Her eyes were bright and sparkling, and the curve of her eyebrows and eyes was also rare and gentle, as if she was turning over some wicked idea.

She didn't seem so unattainable and unreachable.

Just then, her terrifying magical power suddenly moved, condensing at her fingertips.

Since his arrival, it was the first time he had seen the Eternal Night Empress take time to prepare a spell, rather than instantly cast it.

The terrifying magical energy that made one's hair stand on end gathered at her fingertips, with slight, overflowing, flickering electric light.

The magical power above the legendary level, even if orderly mobilized, made Roger tense up and dare not move.

This was simply a difference in life form.

Without wind, the hem of Roger's robe fluttered, and a crack split in his pants, revealing his left leg.

The Empress's fingertip lightly tapped on his thigh root slightly below, and the magic power poured into Roger's body, on his leg…

Leaving a golden symbol.