Compared with the chaos in the lower level, although the upper central area of Comoros is not lacking in murder and conflict, all consuls know what consequences will be caused by measuring their actions. Therefore, most of the time this area can be called safe (relatively speaking).
Of course, this security is also due to the strong suppression of the overlord of Youdu Victor.
However, the authority of this overlord is now facing serious challenges. Not only are there foreign invasions, but also huge internal hidden dangers, among which his past wife is the most serious.
According to convention, before participating in the competition, the Poison-Talk Conspiracy Group will invite allies with good relations to hold a banquet. However, the venue of this banquet was not in the headquarters of the Conspiracy Group, but chose to be in the castle of the Conspiracy Group of the trembling blades. Thirteen Whispers and more than a dozen small conspiracy groups were also participated in.
As the gunboat landed on the solemn apron, the castle's security system remained vigilant as Ifrene had expected.
Every question is not answered correctly and may cause violence. Each automatic check requires the correct code to be sent at the right moment. Only in this way can the gunboat not be targeted by the castle defense system's pulse cannon or patrol weapons.
At the top of the castle, there was a terrifying spinning eye, and everything was carefully examined under its malicious stare.
"Madam, I don't like dressing like this."
Ifrene, wearing a black sleeveless witch spirit dress, her legs wrapped in oily stockings, and her hips dragged the red skirt behind her buttocks, said bluntly, staring at the giant eye that was monitoring everything.
"Why?"
"It's not for me, and I don't like being watched all the time."
Males, dressed in a gorgeous black armored gown, asked with a smile, then stepped onto her throne of the throne and fell from the gunboat surrounded by guards and servants.
"The consul who trembled the blade has always been like this, cautious, bloodthirsty and careful, after all, he has been assassinated hundreds of times."
“I just don’t like the feeling of being monitored.”
"Many times, there are things that don't have so many choices. It's better to say... if you want to change, you have to get the right to change."
Ifrene knew the implication of her "mother" words, but during this period she was indeed tired of the struggle for power among the conspiracy groups. She came to Comoros to find a brand new self, not to become a tool for power.
Males' value to her is getting smaller and smaller, and all she has left is the original life-saving grace. After this fight, she felt that this kindness should have been repaid, so she had to make a choice herself.
Moreover, the lackey of the God of Corruption came and attacked Comoros with all his power. Ifrene couldn't guarantee whether reinforcements from her home world would come, but she didn't want to take this risk.
Especially she didn't want to face the person she loved most in the past, Larion Songxing, the Avenger Priest of the Silence Blade Shrine of the World of Biyetan, and the teacher who guided her skills when Everenee turned from the dancer's way to the warrior's way.
Soon, the poisonous conspiracy group and his team crossed the inspection post and began to enter the inside of the castle.
“You need to show something fascinating.”
Males took graceful steps to attract countless attention from the guards around him, while preaching to Ifrene after the shaking fan.
Ifrene was a little bored. Males was a cunning villain, a scheming liar who relied on playing with power on the brink of Victor's rule. If she hadn't just rescued herself from the wrecked ship, she would never have dealt with such a person.
“I don’t want to try to look charming.”
"Okay, then you should start trying."
No matter what situation he was in or who he was talking to, Males kept a relaxed smile on his face.
"At least you should act like a nobleman."
"I've met those so-called nobles who don't use words like 'charming'."
"Maybe some are special, but for other nobles..."
"I'm not a nobleman, I'm a killer, I just want to defeat my opponent and kill him."
Ifrene wasn't sure she was talking to Malese or talking to herself. Maybe she wasn't born with this idea, but now she has more killing desires than the most violent warriors in her hometown in the past.
“No one is born like this.”
Males' voice was unusually calm, even though he still kept a smile.
"Everything is the result of acquired learning, so you just need to be the best you are now."
The fortresses in which the trembling blade rulers live are actually composed of multiple parts, mainly huge floating plates, which look like a series of floating cities.
Although in a tense conspiracy struggle, they did not give up their luxurious lifestyle.
Even in the current state of war, exotic cuisine may be more difficult to collect, and the sky above the head may be illuminated by the trajectory of patrol ships, but this is not enough to truly disrupt the social daily life of these top Comoros.
After all, for the Dark Spirits, because of their fear of their enemies, I no longer live according to their wishes. Isn’t this the first step to failure?
After passing through many gates and floating bridges, the team arrived at the destination.
This is a huge hall, the largest room Ifrene has ever seen.
In its shadow, reflective pillars are dotted, which extend into the distance, like a huge tree trunk in a wide forest, while the roof above is composed of transparent crystals, through which some faint light spots can be vaguely identified.
There are beautifully designed works of art everywhere, designed so beautifully that they almost seem to be formed naturally, but are also artificially distorted.
In addition, there are many plants, most of which cannot be named, comparable to the Ark's ecosystem.
The elegant self-controlled machinery resembles the long-dead animals in the homeland of the Spirits. They walk gracefully with their slender legs, gentle music coming from the metal antler pipe, refreshment trays on their backs, and sporadic lighting is projected through hanging or freely floating lighting clusters.
One of the floating lights floated towards Ifrene, occupying about one meter above her head.
She looked up and asked the guard standing on the side of the gate.
"Sorry, ma'am."
Admiration came from under the guard's helmet.
“It just lights up your path.”
"This will make me nervous, and I'm not used to being watched like this."
At this time, Mahles spoke.
"Efrenie, open your eyes wide and tell me what you saw."
Ifrenie stopped to observe the crowds around her, and only then did she notice that each group was radiating its own light, and when the nobles, consuls or other wealthy or influential people ended their conversation with their companions and began their conversation with another companion, the person who had spoken out of the group of light and moved towards the other group of light.
"You have to get involved, the nobles always think that people want to talk to them, and for Kane's sake, smile more - you're not likable enough."
Ifrene stroked her fingers at the carved rings around her neck, a gift from Males, although it was more of a tool than a flashy ornament, Males said it could add Ifrene's charm to counteract her innate rebellious temperament.
"Oh, the beautiful and wise Mrs. Males, welcome you to the humble house."
Soon, the consul Lando Gentros, who was trembling with a blade, walked over with a smile, then took Males' right hand and kissed the back of his hand lightly.