The president of the Red Maple City branch murmured to himself, because he suddenly discovered that the man in black was at the fifth level.
Although it looks like it has just broken through the fifth level, the fifth level is the fifth level.
The fifth level does not seem to be high, and the Mage Association can kill them at will. But in fact, among the entire Mage Association players, only Mo Lan has reached the sixth level, and the rest are only at the fifth level.
Level 5 players are extremely rare among the overall player team, and this is also true among the aborigines. Although there are Level 6 players, Level 6 generally has the highest combat power, and Level 5 is already the highest combat power on the surface.
But now a fifth-level person with the "highest combat power" has become a spy.
Looking at the man in black's careful steps and movements that looked like he had been professionally trained, the branch president was certain that this man in black must have come from a professional institution with strict training, and was definitely not a sudden arrival.
Gangster, this kind of profession cannot be played by gangsters.
"Having a spy of this level means that there must be a seventh-level person in the force.
Only when Level 6 has the highest level of suppression and Level 6 has the highest apparent combat power, Level 5 will be able to integrate to this point and become a spy.
And those who have this kind of strength nearby and are related to us... must come from the three surrounding empires, or one of the three empires..."
The branch president murmured to himself, watching the man in black leave Red Maple City and heading towards the Mage Association. With an idea, a message was sent directly to Mo Lan's tower spirit.
When Taling received the news, he immediately marked the aura of the man in black, but the man in black immediately paid attention after walking through the forest and entering the lake area.
At this time, Mo Lan was studying, and the tower spirit did not disturb Mo Lan.
The man in black was hiding by the lake. For some reason he felt frightened, as if there was a giant beast crawling in the blue lake. If he took another step forward, he would be swallowed up by the giant beast.
The man in black noticed the unprecedented oppression, hesitated for a long time, and finally turned around and left unwillingly.
As soon as Mo Lan recovered from his research, the tower spirit projected the image of the man in black.
"I received a report from the president of the Red Maple City branch that he is a suspected imperial spy. Do you want to arrest him?"
"Wearing tight black clothes in broad daylight, no wonder they would say he is a spy."
Mo Lan glanced at it and said speechlessly, but Mo Lan also saw that this black clothes was probably not an ordinary piece of clothing, but a treasure that could assist in sneaking and concealing one's aura.
The key thing is that this treasure seems to be a standard piece of equipment.
"The forces within the empire? I'm afraid it's the empire, right?
It is unrealistic for ordinary forces to be able to raise spies of this level according to the intelligence.
Moreover, the Marquis of Morse was destroyed, and some people were driven back in despair some time ago. It is completely normal for spies to come, but if they don't come, there will be a problem. They must be spies from some empire.
However, what is special about the Morse Kingdom today should be that it has caught the eyes of these major empires. As long as the emperor is not blind, he will definitely be able to see the huge potential contained in trains, machinery, etc."
Mo Lan knew it in his heart, and was not surprised. This kind of thing was inevitable, sooner or later. How could someone who could lead an empire be a fool?
"If nothing else happens, these empires will come first..."
.......
In a royal palace that stretches for dozens of miles in the core of the Southern Empire.
A majestic old man wearing a crown looked at the information accumulated on the spell paper in front of him. After reading it, he handed it to the minister next to him for viewing, and then handed it to the next person.
After a while, a person spoke up.
"As an envoy to the Kingdom of Morse, I asked the projectionist Mo Lan to donate the magician's ability to construct objects, and then recognize his title and pardon the Kingdom of Morse as its fiefdom."
"Brainless."
A young Duke couldn't help but said aloud.
"Duke Hestia, please watch your words and deeds!"
"Sorry, I made a mistake. I just feel sad for being a noble like you. I feel sad for the nobles. It has lowered the average IQ level of our nobles. No wonder they are looked down upon by the projectors."
"Duke Hestia, I want to duel with you!"
A fat noble said with a red face.
"quiet!"
The old king wearing a crown at the top said softly, but as soon as he finished speaking, the hall suddenly became quiet. Even the nobles who had just shouted for a duel did not dare to make a sound.
"Duke Hestia, you are too influenced by the Projector. Please pay attention to your words and deeds."
After the king's words fell, the nobles who had just shouted looked at Duke Hestia proudly, but Duke Hestia did not show anything strange on his face, but said loudly.
"Yes, Your Majesty the King, but I still think that the wisdom of the projector is undeniable, so we should absorb part of the wisdom of the projector.
Recognize their status, allow them to develop, and recruit some of them to manage others.
After all, the Projectors are an undead race, and past experience tells us that we cannot kill the Projectors, and rashly becoming enemies will only cause endless trouble."
As soon as Duke Hestia finished speaking, some of the expressionless nobles raised their thick and enlarged eyelids.
"Your Majesty, what Duke Hestia said does make sense. I also think that projectors have endless potential. Not long after they appeared, countless elite-level professionals appeared. Currently, there are already fifth-level professionals.
I think as long as we let go of the suppression and recognize their status, they will be able to break through the seventh level and become immortal master-level professionals in no time. When the time comes, we can make good friends with them and naturally we can stabilize our status.
As long as we please them, we will not lose our dignity..."
"Enough!"
The king sitting at the top spoke slowly.
"Order the Earl of Hongyan to lead the Lion Knights on an envoy to the Kingdom of Morse, and order the projectionist Mo Lan to offer his magic skills, and then recognize his noble status and grant him the fiefdom of Morse.
If you don’t obey, you will be destroyed.”
When the king finished speaking, the fat-headed noble looked at Duke Hestia proudly, and the others also looked at him, with a faint sneer on their faces, as if to say.
"Duke Hestia, compared to the previous Duke Hestia, you are still too young."
Duke Hestia had no expression on his face when he heard this, but the remaining hope in his heart was completely extinguished.
In his mind, he couldn't help but recall what a projector said to him.
"Does... change necessarily bloom in blood and death?"
Duke Hestia fell into deep thought.
While Mo Lan and others are working hard to create a better environment, players in other regions don't seem to be idle either.
