At noon, Cohen walked out of the underground palace.

He first came to the crow sitting in front of the entrance to the underground palace, picked up a large pot of water, without saying a word, raised his neck and drank it all.

After wiping the water from his mouth, Cohen shouted and slammed the kettle on the stone table: "Ah! I haven't said so many words in a long time!"

Although the crow who had been robbed of water had no expression on his face, according to his living habits, he would not use the kettle that had been used by others. Even his favorite little princess Qinlun wanted to drink the water in this kettle.

You also have to pour it into a small cup first.

But Cohen, who was full of water, showed no apology. Instead, he said in a complaining tone: "Hey, I'm so loud, can you at least react a little bit? Is this how you treat me as a friend?"

"Friend?" Although Crow's tone was a little absent-minded, his words were as lethal as ever: "Do you think a fool who hides in the cellar when trouble comes and talks to himself until his mouth is about to split is worthy of being mine?

Friends?"

"Do you want to hear the truth?" Cohen looked around first, then lowered his head and whispered: "I think...it's worthy, so worthy!"

The crow knew that this was an implicit criticism, reminding him that he usually spoke too little. And Cohen also knew that this kind of reminder actually had little effect on the crow.

"Leave if you have nothing to do." As expected, Crow is an insufferable character: "I'm very busy."

"This is also called busy? Are you busy absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon?" It seems that Cohen is in a good mood, with a weird smile on his face: "Okay, you offended me this time, and you offended me last time.

, I have recorded it all in the account for you, and we will calculate it together when the time comes."

Then without waiting for the crow to answer, Cohen turned around and left humming a little tune.

Crow watched his leaving back and couldn't help but frowned. He had extraordinary observation skills and was someone close to Cohen, so he knew that there were three situations when Cohen would hum a tune. One was when he was happy and he improvised a tune; the other was when he was bored.

A gangster ditty; the third is the current ditty with a tune and no words, but it will only appear when he faces a major problem and decides to risk his life.

In other words, the situation Cohen is facing now makes his mind completely functioning, and there is no room for arranging minor-key lyrics.

However, from another perspective, this is also a good thing. After all, there are not many things that can stump Cohen-as long as he starts to think.

Soon after, the order to summon civil servants was issued.

Since the vision at the city gate appeared, all the leaders in the city were worried. They were not frightened. The fundamental reason was that His Majesty Cohen did not issue countermeasures immediately... At this time, they heard the emperor's assembly order.

, one by one, like nails summoned by a magnet, rushing towards the palace.

Sure enough, His Majesty Cohen and the four imperial concubines had already made up their minds. This all-member meeting had a lot of actual content and was conducted vigorously and resolutely. In fact, most of the words were said by His Majesty Cohen, and even the four imperial concubines only did a few things.

Additional details.

His Majesty planned the future scope of responsibilities of each ministry and important matters within the year, re-selected military discipline supervision, reaffirmed and strengthened the authority of internal affairs supervision, and promulgated it in the form of laws throughout the territory. He transferred power to the internal affairs system of the Holy Capital.

Actions have been accelerated...even ministries have been cutting off some agencies while adding new departments, and many personnel have been redeployed.

In short, this is a meeting to redistribute power and an important meeting that will affect the political situation for decades to come.

In just four hours, the entire internal affairs system seemed to have experienced a new life. Even the tribal officials who had nothing to do before were officially assigned to the Internal Affairs Supervision Yuan. During this period, some people felt that they had too much work or too little authority.

But facing an emperor who was taking drastic and bold actions, it was a bit hard to express this complaint.

"You can't control other things, and you don't need to control them. That's my business!" Cohen's concluding remarks were a bit vulgar, which frightened the recorder in the corner of the hall to quickly change the record: "You guys do what you have planned for today.

There will be a reward at the meeting next year! If something goes wrong, just wait for your butts to blossom - look at what I am doing, haven't you been beaten by gangsters? Leave them alone!"

It would be inappropriate to say that these civil servants who had regained their infinite confidence dispersed in a hurry. In fact, they "scurried" out in a hurry. Because His Majesty had arranged many things, and they had to race against time to do them... They were no longer in the mood to do it.

Pay attention to what happens outside the city gate. Nothing in this world is as scary as the emperor!

At this time, their emperor could not rest. Cohen immediately got up and went to the harem. On this special day, he was destined to work non-stop.

In the small garden of the harem, the new royal chamberlain Nizan was waiting for Cohen.

Not wearing his own temple clothes, Nizam was dressed from head to toe like a leisurely scholar. Because he knew that he was entering the palace to serve the emperor, to show his solemnity, he even wore a ribbon given by the royal family two days ago.

Under the sharp cross glances of several guards, Nizam was holding a book in his hand and his face was as clear as water. He looked capable, humble, and dignified. He did look submissive in front of Cohen, but he was only submissive in front of Cohen.

, several guards could not scare him.

"Pretend! Pretend again! Can you read that crappy book?" Cohen's voice came over first while he was still on the mountainside promenade: "The Complete Collection of Fifty Years of Poetry, can you get promoted and make a fortune with this thing?"

Nizam quickly stood up and saluted to greet him. After Cohen sat down, he glanced at the title of the book and threw it away: "Your Majesty has good eyesight. It is indeed a complete collection of poems over the past fifty years. It is indeed not going to help me get promoted or make a fortune..."

"Since you didn't read just now, what were you thinking about?" As Cohen spoke, he glanced at the desk and shouted to the people next to him: "Where are the drinks? Are you all a bunch of dead people?"

"I took this book just to show off, but in my heart I was thinking about the reason why His Majesty called me here." Nizam replied humbly: "Although I am not capable of guessing the reason why Your Majesty called me here, I always make some preparations in advance.

necessary."

"What other things can I do to ask you to come here? Of course it is for the Light God Clan." Cohen looked at Nizam standing in front of him: "I gave you a building a few days ago and an assistant. Those are all

They are for your office use, tell me, what do you use them for?"

"The several matters related to the Light God Clan that His Majesty has told me have basically been processed and have been sent to me in the form of official documents. One copy each for the Red Priest of the Temple, the Cardinal Priest, and the Office of the Light God Clan. I believe we will send you a copy soon.

You can get a response." Nizam carefully looked at Cohen's face, but Cohen's face showed no suggestive expression: "Besides these... I don't have anything else to do."

"You don't need to speculate on my thoughts. In fact, you did a good job." Cohen nodded: "You are the only temple priest who still remains in the Sibia Empire, so your position is very important. No matter whose official document or message it is,

Everything can only be done through you. By the way, when will your official documents be delivered to the Light God Clan?"

"If everything goes well, it will be done in thirty days."

"It's too slow. I'll find something for you to do. There is an official document that needs you to deliver to the Gods of Light in the shortest possible time." Cohen emphasized: "The shorter the time, the better."

"If the situation is particularly urgent, this time can be compressed to twenty-five days." Nizam replied cautiously: "Your Majesty, this kind of thing is transmitted manually, and the speed is limited by traffic. It can't be much faster... It can be faster at most

One to two days.”

"Nonsense! You have to wait more than twenty days for an urgent matter that burns your butt?" Cohen's eyebrows twitched: "You are also a cardinal priest after all. Do you have to wait more than twenty days for something that is life-or-death?"

If it had been anyone else, he would have thought that Cohen had held a meeting all afternoon in front of him. His temper was accumulated during the long meeting and he would not have thought of other ways to go about it. But Nizam was not someone else, and the vision outside the city gate might have been concealed.

He could outsmart the other rookies, but he couldn't outsmart him, a diligent candidate for Cardinal Priest.

"Well..." Nizam cleverly made a detour: "Has Your Majesty encountered something troublesome? If Your Majesty can tell me, I will definitely be able to find the most suitable advice."

"Is there anything else that can bother me? The Dark Demon Clan is here to cause trouble!" Obviously, Cohen had no intention of hiding it from Nzan: "How can Sibiya resist this kind of thing? The Light God Clan must be informed immediately.

OK!"

"Your Majesty, be patient for a moment. Let me think about it..." After a long time, Nizam raised his head from where he had buried it: "Your Majesty, the Light God Clan may not be able to count on it. The Dark Demon Clan can bully the city.

Why? Is this far away from Paradise Island? This distance is actually nothing to the Light God Clan. If the Light God Clan had the intention to take care of this matter, they should have appeared long ago."

"Whatever you want to say, just say it all at once. I have no room here for politicians who say half a sentence."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Nizam nodded and said, "Could it be that the Light God Clan and the Dark Demon Clan had negotiated in advance? Or have they reached a tacit understanding on this matter? The Light God Clan saw Sibia's misfortune and wanted to take revenge.

His Majesty's move to withdraw from the Divine Alliance and expel the priests... If this is the case, we will be in big trouble. Even if we inform the Divine Clan, they will not come forward..."

"Are you afraid that they won't come forward?" Cohen interrupted Nzan: "Did I say that I wanted the Gods to come forward?"

"Then what your Majesty means..." Nizam was a little surprised when his prepared words were revealed.

"I don't need the Protoss to come forward immediately, because this is my own matter. In fact, I know that even if we don't notify, the Protoss will come forward afterwards." Cohen said with a smile on his face: "I just need this correct

The news will be delivered to the Guangming God Clan at the right time, and the rest will be left to their own devices..."

"I don't understand, Your Majesty."

"Thankfully you have been working in the temple." Cohen did not explain, but just gave the details of the matter: "This is an urgent letter from Sbia to the Light God Clan for help. The specific content is that the dark demons covet Sibiya's territory.

The princess and her demons will carry out the 'Gate of Grace' ritual on Emperor Sbia. In the first encounter, the determined Cohen Keda repelled the demons! But the demons' second ritual will come soon.

...If the Light God Clan has not come forward at that time, Cohen Keda will meet the challenge of the Demon Clan in a private capacity..."

"I understand, Your Majesty." Hearing that it was the Demon Clan's eldest princess who was looking for trouble, Nizam couldn't help but weaken his legs. If it wasn't Cohen in front of him, Nizam might have fallen down.

"There are some things that you can't see through on the surface, but if you just fiddle with them with your fingers, you can detect a lot of things inside." Cohen smiled again: "Besides, I have already asked for help. If I can't resist being possessed by the devil,

My clan took advantage of me, so the Light God Clan wouldn’t be too embarrassed to ask me about my crime, right?”

"Do you want to hear the truth? Your Majesty, they won't be embarrassed."

"This is an example. Even if they ask questions, it won't be much serious."

"I think the severity of the crime the Gods hold accountable is linked to His Majesty's personal charm..."

"You will die if you don't flatter me!" Cohen was a little angry: "Is there any way to subpoena him?"

"Yes! Since it is such an urgent matter, I will try my best to be punished and illegally use the cardinal priest's life-saving contact method!" Nizam replied resolutely: "Your Majesty, in fact, in every imperial province of the Divine Alliance,

There are the divine beasts tamed by the Gods of Light roaming around, and there are even the wandering envoys of the Gods who control these beasts. I can use special magic to ask for help from them - they are members of the Gods of Light and have the ability to travel back and forth between Bis Continent and Paradise Island in an instant!

"

"That's very good." Cohen was not surprised at all by Nitzan's words: "Go ahead and do it!"

"Then...where are the official documents?" Nizam asked.

"Official document, what official document?" Cohen asked.

"This is the official document written by His Majesty to the Guangming God Clan asking for help. If there is no official document, what kind of help are you asking for?"

"Do you dare to be any more stupid?" Cohen stared at Nitzan with hatred: "You are the attendant, and I am the attendant? The emperor writes official documents? What is in your head?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for reminding me, I understand!" Nizam was completely out of temper after being punished by Cohen. He quickly ran to the desk to prepare paper and pen, and said while writing: "In order to fully implement your Majesty's intention, I want to apply to your Majesty for fifty people.

A high-level magician, ten painters, ten masons, and twenty bards... I want to draw the entire process of submitting this official document into a picture, carve it on the stone, and turn it into a sung poem for the Light God Clan.
To be continued...