Huh? Are they all real?

Ah?

You don't recognize anyone lower than you?

A vice admiral is considered low, right?

You are standing too high!

Looking at the silent Moon, Potter wanted to say, "At your level, why do you want to call me? If you just mention it, won't someone take care of it for you?"

But after thinking about it, Potter couldn't quite think of what kind of person would think that a vice admiral is just a 'low-level character'.

Who is this person?

Are there really nobles of this level among the Seven Dukes?

The Seven Dukes are still noble, but not as noble as before. Although the Duke of Westeros is a thief who stole the country, he did make the old aristocratic system miserable when he was in power.

The fact that the Seven Dukes could confiscate their property was really unheard of before the Duke of Westeros.

In the past, the Seven Dukes would at most replace a new head of the family.

How could they confiscate everyone directly?

Therefore, many things will be less resistant after the Queen returns to power.

As he thought about it, Potter broke out in a cold sweat.

Wait, there is no reason for this gentleman to make up that he is under the Seventh Duke.

So there is really such a person as the Seventh Duke?

Has the Seventh Duke's hand reached out to the top generals of the army?

Sometimes, Potter really hated himself for being able to understand these things.

If he didn't understand it, he could be a dog at ease.

But if he understood it, he would not only be worried and afraid, but also condemned by his conscience.

After all, he was eating the emperor's food.

And once the conflict between the Seventh Duke and the Queen broke out again.

Then.

He took a look at the imperial capital that had finally been peaceful for twenty years.

Potter couldn't help but think of twenty years ago.

At that time, he had just come of age, and he couldn't remember the details.

He just remembered that the atmosphere in the imperial capital was very wrong during those days, and then he heard the roar and explosion outside the house when he climbed into bed that night.

After that night, they could smell the extremely strong and pungent smell of blood in the houses far away from the imperial capital and the noble district.

The bodies of the victims were sent to the cemetery in the form of a mountain.

Porter knew that there was no reason to resolve that fierce battle. The country could not be handed over to a conspirator with blood on his hands.

But that was really a nightmare!

Porter swallowed his saliva and bowed his head and said:

"My lord, I will do my best to handle this matter!"

Moon, who had no good solution for the time being, had to say:

"Okay, you try it first."

Judging from the situation just now, El Meilan should have been accidentally involved like those ordinary people. In this case, there should be no big problem with a yellow-headed eagle to help.

But Porter asked a question that made Moon a little unexpected:

"My lord, if, I mean if, if there is a problem, how should I contact you?"

It's a small matter if I can't do it well. If I fail to protect this lady, Porter is worried that his head will be moved to the dog.

He heard that if he angered the big man, he should thank the gods and kings for being able to die simply!

Potter's idea was simple. Since this person was a demigod, there should be no problem as long as he told himself the prayer.

This is also the method used by many spies.

High-ranking people can respond to prayers as long as the other party recites their prayers.

This method is simple, convenient and extremely safe.

Although demigods can only respond to and accept prayers in one area.

But isn't this in the imperial capital?

Moon also immediately understood what the other party meant.

Moon fell silent again.

Give you my prayers, and then let you contact me at the critical moment?

As for me, there are indeed many prayers that can point to me.

But, these can't be said!

Not to mention the previous super account, even the recent Duke of Westeros, as long as it is said, it will be a big deal.

The thought of the thief who stole the country resurrecting is a headache.

"You are not qualified."

Potter bowed his head in fear.

"It was the villain who overstepped his bounds!"

"But, but."

Porter became more and more uneasy. He wanted to shut up and do his work, but his nature made him dare not make a promise.

For fear of an accident.

Looking at Porter kneeling on the ground with sweat all over his head

Moen sighed in his heart and said to him:

"You actually know that this matter is not difficult. It is good to think more, but if you want to climb up, you can think more and you must think more, but don't look ahead and behind."

"If you really have no other way, you don't have to worry about anything else. You just need to go to Big Ben and ring the bell a little more. This matter is not difficult with your authority."

Big Ben is a wonder that Moen built when he was free when he was in power.

It is a landmark building in the imperial capital, but in the final analysis, it is just a public facility.

It is not difficult for a yellow-headed eagle to ring the bell a little more, and it will not be a big deal. At most, he will be scolded.

"I will personally handle the future matters."

Porter was stunned for a moment before he said:

"Yes, sir."

"Then go."

"Yes, sir."

Porter stood up and left, but before leaving, Porter couldn't help but turned back and asked:

"Sir, am I, am I useless?"

Porter felt that he shouldn't say this, but for some reason, he felt that he could say this in front of this lord.

Because the big men in the past felt ashamed to say one more word to them.

And this person who stood so high said so much to him.

Moon looked at him a little puzzled, and then suddenly realized:

"You are just cherishing your life."

"My lord, I will definitely do this."

Looking at Moon who was laughing lightly, Porter suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with being a dog for this person.

"Well, go."

--

In the small square in front of Moon and the others.

Nelson's golden eagle, who was thought to be Nelson by Moon, was looking seriously at the rituals collected by the sound-following hunters.

I don't know what went wrong, and the cultists found something wrong.

And they committed suicide decisively, and took the three corpse desecrators with them.

This made him very dissatisfied.

The only thing to be thankful for was that they came in time, and the cultists only had time to deal with themselves and the corpse desecrators.

The evil rituals they held the ceremony were still kept.

But looking at the complicated ritual in front of him, Nelson's head was big again.

This is a ritual for summoning, and it is extremely complicated and obviously only a part of it.

This means that there are other cultists lurking in the imperial capital!

As a sound-following hunter to protect the queen, this is a complete dereliction of duty.

"Can you figure out what these guys want to summon?"

The prophet next to Nelson's golden eagle nodded and began to predict.

In order to prevent the cultists from possible anti-divination methods.

He also took out several precious potions and took them.

After sitting cross-legged and meditating for a long time, he felt that his inspiration was unprecedentedly strong and began his own prediction.

In order to be accurate and reliable, he did not choose the spiritual dictation of the public.

Instead, he took out an ancient stone tablet and sprinkled countless spiritual powders on it as a guide to the world.

This is a prophecy stone tablet excavated from the Age of Gods, a rare precious treasure in the whole world.

I heard from the seller that this is still a holy relic left by the original god of the prophet's path.

But this statement is very unreliable, and he himself thinks it is a joke.

How could he possibly get a treasure of this level?

However, as a relic of the Age of Gods, the history and mystical factors entangled in this thing can definitely tell him everything!

According to his understanding, this slate should give revelations according to the mystical entanglement closest to it and the largest.

And the mystical entanglement closest to the slate here is obviously the summoning ritual of the cultists!

Under the prophet's search, the spiritual powder scattered on the slate and the powder peeled off the slate were scattered with the wind.

There was only a very short sentence on the slate:

"He is back!"

The moment this sentence was revealed, the slate also immediately collapsed and turned into sand.