Chapter 8 He is Back!

what?
You don’t recognize those lower than that?

Is the rank of vice admiral considered low?
You are standing too high!
Looking at the silent Moon, Potter wanted to say, "At your level, why are you calling me for help? If you just mention it, won't someone take care of it for you?"

But after thinking about it, Porter couldn't quite imagine what kind of person would think that the vice admirals were just "low-level characters".

Who is this person?
Are there really other nobles of this level among the Seven Dukes?

The Seventh Duke was still noble, but not as noble as before. Although the Duke of Westeros was a thief who stole the country, he did put the old aristocracy system under great pressure when he was in power.

The fact that the seven dukes could confiscate property was really unheard of before the Duke of Westeros.

In the past, Qigong would at most just replace a new head of the family.

How can you just copy others' works?
Therefore, after the Queen returns to power, many things will be less resistant.

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

Wait, there is no reason for this gentleman to fabricate that he is subordinate to the Seventh Lord.

So there really is such a person as Qigong?

Has Qigong's hand already reached the top generals in the army?
Sometimes, Potter really hated himself for being able to understand these things.

If he didn't realize it, he could just be a dog.

But if you want to realize it, you will not only have to worry and be afraid, but also be condemned by your conscience.

After all, he is a government employee.

And once the conflict breaks out again between the Seventh Prince and the Queen.

That.
I took a look at the imperial capital which had finally been peaceful for twenty years.

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

He had just reached adulthood at that time and he could no longer remember the details.

I just remember that the atmosphere in the imperial capital was very wrong during those few days, and then that night when I climbed into bed, I heard roars and explosions outside the house.

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 aristocratic 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 the fierce battle, and the country could not be handed over to a conspirator with blood on his hands.

But that was really a nightmare!
Potter swallowed and lowered his head and said:

"My Lord, I will do my best to get this done!"

Moen, who had no other options for the time being, could only say:
"Okay, just try it first."

Judging from what happened just now, Elmeilan should have been involved in the accident like those ordinary people. In this case, with the help of a yellow-headed eagle, there shouldn't be any big problems.

But Porter asked a question that surprised Moon:
"Sir, if, I mean if, if something goes wrong, how should I contact you?"

It was no big deal if he couldn't do the job well, but if he failed to protect this young lady, Potter was worried that his head would be moved to the body of a dog.

He had heard that if he angered a big shot, he should be thankful to the gods and kings if he could just die simply!
Potter's idea was simple. Since this person was a great man who started out as a demigod, there shouldn't be any problem as long as he told him the prayer.

This is also the method used by many spies.

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

This method is simple, convenient and extremely safe.

Although demigods can only respond to and accept prayers within one region.

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 when the time comes?
As for me, there are indeed many prayers that can be directed to me.

But, these cannot be said!

Not to mention the previous super-sized ones, even the recent Prince of Westeros would be a big deal as long as it is mentioned.

It’s a headache to think about the thief who stole the country being resurrected.

"You are not qualified yet."

Potter looked down in fear.

"It was the villain who overstepped his bounds!"

“But, but.”

Potter was becoming increasingly uneasy. He wanted to just shut up and get back to work, but his nature wouldn't allow him to make any guarantees.

Afraid of something happening.

Looking at Potter kneeling on the ground with sweat all over his head
Moen sighed inwardly, then stepped forward and said to him:
"You actually know that this matter is not difficult. It's a good thing to think more, but if you want to climb up, you can think more and you must think more, but don't look ahead or behind." "If you really have no other way, you don't have to worry about anything else. Just go to Big Ben and ring the bell a few more times. This matter is not difficult with your authority."

Big Ben was a spectacle built by Moyne when he was in power and had nothing better to do.

It is a landmark building of the imperial capital, but ultimately it is just a public facility.

It is not difficult for a yellow-headed owl to ring the bell one more time, and it would not be a big deal. At most, he would be scolded.

"I will handle the rest of the matter myself."

Potter was stunned for a moment before he said:

"Yes, my lord."

"Then go ahead."

"Yes, my lord."

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

"Sir, am I, am I useless?"

Potter felt that he shouldn't say this, but for some reason, he felt that he could say it in front of this adult.

Because in the past, big shots felt ashamed to even say a word to them.

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

Mo En looked at him in confusion, then suddenly realized:

"You are just cherishing your life."

"My Lord, I will definitely get this done."

Looking at Moon's chuckling face, Potter suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong in being his dog.

"Well, let's go."
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In the small square in front of Moon and the other person.

Nelson's golden eagle, which Moon thought was Nelson, was looking seriously at the rituals collected by the sound-hunting soldiers.

Somehow something went wrong, and the cultists noticed something was wrong.

Not only did he commit suicide decisively, he also took the three corpse desecrators with him.

This made him very dissatisfied.

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

The evil rites of their ceremonies are still preserved.

But looking at the complicated ritual in front of him, Nelson's golden eagle was overwhelmed again.

This is a ritual for summoning, and not only is it extremely complicated, but it is also obviously only a part of it.

This means that there are other cultists lurking in the imperial capital!
As a hunter protecting the Queen, this was a complete dereliction of duty.

"Can you figure out what these guys are going to summon?"

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

To prevent possible anti-divination methods by cultists.

He also took out several precious medicines and swallowed them.

After sitting cross-legged and meditating for a long time, he felt that his inspiration had become unprecedentedly powerful and began his own prophecy.

In order to be accurate and reliable, he did not choose the spiritual dictation that was safe for the masses.

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

This is a prophecy tablet discovered in the Age of Gods, a rare and precious treasure in the entire world.

The seller said that this is a holy relic left by the original god of the Prophet's Path.

But this statement was so unreliable that he himself thought it was a joke.

How could he possibly get a treasure of this level?

But no matter what, as a relic of the Age of Gods, the historical and mystical factors entangled in this thing can definitely tell him everything!
According to his understanding, this stone tablet should give revelations according to the mystical entanglement that is closest to it and the largest.

The biggest mystical entanglement closest to the stone slab here is obviously the summoning ritual of the cultists!
As the prophet sought, the spiritual powder scattered on the stone slabs and the powder peeled off the stone slabs were blown away by the wind.

There was only a very brief sentence on the slate:

"He's back!"

The moment this sentence was uttered, the stone slab immediately cracked and turned into sand.

(End of this chapter)