"Originally I didn't want to ask about such a small move, but what do these idiots want to do?" He threw a pile of documents on his desk. General Karl, the magician of the Guards, stared at the documents scattered on his desk.
He frowned and cursed.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, then picked up another resume and looked at the resolute face and the eye-catching military rank on it.
"You have already sat in the position of lieutenant general, and you are still a powerful person. If you get involved in this kind of thing, is it because you have no brains or you have eaten too much?" Karl threw the resume back on the table impatiently.
He cursed, hating iron for not being able to become steel.
Recently, more and more information has been sent to him. Unfamiliar terms such as "original faction" and "reform faction" have made Karl, who was already busy with the expedition to the demon world, even more tired.
Just processing some intelligence from the demon world and integrating some overviews of the demon world is enough to make people collapse. Now that something like this has happened in his own rear, how can he not make Karl, the head of the Special Affairs Department of the Guards, collapse?
With the deepening of the investigation, Karl has also figured out what these mysterious-sounding but actually childish factions are all about.
The so-called "original faction" actually refers to the extremists of the "mortal pure-blood faction". They advocate the theory of mortal supremacy, believe that mortals are the elite of the empire, and consider themselves to be the direct lineage force that His Majesty the Emperor most deserves to rely on.
This faction has always had a large market in Ailan Hill. After all, His Majesty the Emperor relied on mortals to make his fortune. The expansion slogan of Ailan Hill once also supported their point of view: "Mortals will never be slaves..."
In the past, what these original extremists looked down upon the most were magicians. Now they have a new "enemy".
With the development of puppet prosthetics, more and more people have been injured and fitted with prostheses, and a new sect has quietly emerged, which is the so-called "reform sect".
People who have enjoyed the benefits of prosthetics, those who were once disabled, no longer feel inferior to their broken bodies. They accept their new bodies and are proud of them.
These people also have their own theoretical basis. Mortals can install prosthetic limbs to transform themselves to make themselves stronger, and magicians can also strengthen their combat capabilities through prosthetic limb transformation. In short, this is a new way for humans to improve themselves!
As a result, some radical people spontaneously mutilated their own bodies and installed prosthetic limbs to replace their original bodies to accelerate the completion of the so-called "evolution" they firmly believed in.
Among this group of people, there are mortals in the traditional sense, as well as powerful magicians. They secretly unite and establish a mysterious sect: the "Reform Sect".
What makes people laugh or cry is that this transformation sect soon encountered strong resistance from another traditional force: magicians who were unwilling to transform their own bodies and regarded this so-called evolution as heresy. They were full of suspicion towards people with prosthetic limbs.
Hostile.
Thinking about it, it is obvious that magicians with natural power are not willing to see countless mortals popularizing their magical abilities by transforming their bodies, nor are they willing to see some magicians gain a higher level of magic by transforming their bodies for nothing.
Thus, an interesting Romance of the Three Kingdoms was staged within the Eilandhill Empire. The "original faction", "magicians", and "reform faction" were hostile to each other and were full of contradictions.
Originally, if there were just three "small groups" making trouble, Karl wouldn't have such a headache. He had personally suppressed the resistance of magicians and captured countless demons, so of course he wouldn't make a mess of it.
The smelly fish and rotten shrimp are merciful.
But after investigation, he found to his dismay that these three so-called factions were surprisingly "politically correct"...
There is no doubt that the "original faction" is loyal to His Majesty. Most of the big guys who support and sympathize with mortals started from scratch with His Majesty the Emperor. They hold great power and are loyal to Elanthil and Chris, and even
It can be said that it will last until death.
The "reformists" even worship His Majesty the Emperor as a god. These people believe that His Majesty the Emperor has pointed out the way forward for their own evolution and the development of mankind. They support His Majesty the Emperor crazily and are even willing to make more sacrifices for His Majesty the Emperor.
Put out an arm...
The "Magician" group is eager to integrate into Alan Hill, and they have no second thoughts. Karl himself is a magician, and of course he knows how much effort he has put in for Alan Hill. But he is only a magician in his identity.
Master, I have no interest in joining that damn "magician" group.
Precisely because these people are extremely loyal and available, they are hostile to each other but do not attack each other on a large scale to affect the stability of the empire, so it is really not easy for Karl to take action.
Is it possible to arrest someone just because he doesn't agree with others? When Karl thought about it, he felt that this matter was extremely ridiculous. Unless that person didn't agree with His Majesty the Emperor, why should he arrest someone?
Originally, he only asked people to pay close attention to some people with more radical behavior. But recently, there have been more and more such people, making the working group responsible for this matter of the Special Tasks Department of the Guards focus on one thing and another.
The personnel dispatched were stretched thin, and even Karl didn't know whether the subordinates he arranged were from these sectarian groups.
After all, there are magicians and mortals in the Special Mission Department. Which sect they belong to, or which sect they sympathize with, or which sect they think... No one can find out clearly.
Even if they don't have a puppet prosthetic limb, they may be potential "reformists". They may just not take action and install a prosthetic limb.
Similarly, just because someone is a magician, you cannot suspect that he is a member of the magician sect. There are also affinity factions among magicians who sympathize with mortals, and they may also be potential supporters of the original sect.
Thinking of this, Karl felt that his head was getting big. Originally, he had no intention of bothering Chris for this trivial matter, but now it seems that it is impossible not to report it to His Majesty the Emperor for His Majesty's judgment.
"Click", Karl, who was sitting behind his desk, opened his computer and began to sort out the intelligence documents in front of him that came from different channels and had been confirmed to be true.
Report to His Majesty the Emperor. Rang Ran cannot just run around with this information and say something. He must organize the information in his hand clearly and clearly so that His Majesty the Emperor can understand it at a glance. This is the duty of a minister, or the content of his work.
one.
His fingers kept tapping on the keyboard, and he could only rely on the dictionary to look up each unfamiliar word. His typing speed was very slow. After all, there are not many documents that need to be sorted out by the head of the Guards Special Tasks Department nowadays.
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In the palace, Luther handed a simple and clear message to Chris. After Chris read it, he tucked it into the title page of the book he was reading.
"I guess Carl will be sending it soon." Chris turned a page of the book, lowered his eyes and said to Luther, who was standing behind him: "I already know about this matter, please send an internal document, and share it with me."
Go to ministerial level."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Luther bowed slightly: "Do you want the Black Hawk to handle it?"
"It's not necessary, what are you doing to make people panic?" Chris still didn't raise his head, as if he didn't take this matter to heart at all.
After he finished reading another page, he closed the book and looked at Luther: "Standing on the flat ground, you can only see ravines. Standing on the top of the mountain, you can overlook the plain... But no matter how high you stand, you can't look up.
The starry sky can only be described as small."
"What we want is the whole world! The vast starry sky, the stars twinkling above our heads, all belong to Eiland Hill! We keep moving forward, and we may not have time to reach the end. How can we have time to look back and help those who are left behind?
Where are the people?" He said as he stood up.
Walking to the window, Chris looked at the almost invisible end of the palace outside his window, and sighed: "Oh... forget it, you go and prepare, I will give a speech. This is the last time I look back, if I still
If anyone can’t keep up, let them fend for themselves.”
"Your kindness will save those lost lambs." Luther lowered his head in admiration and praised: "When these stupid people get old, they will sit on the recliner and recall today's story. They will thank Your Majesty for your kindness.
I will never give up and I am proud to be by your side.”
"I hope... so." Chris said a little lonely without looking back, still overlooking the largest palace in the world, overlooking the territory under his feet, and overlooking everything he created.
It has been seven years since he came to this world, and he has transformed the world in front of him into something he is familiar with.
There is the lightning-fast Internet, there are artificial satellites all over the sky, there are thermonuclear weapons that can destroy cities and villages, and there are traditional Chinese food and classic clothing.
Of course, there are things here that are not found in the other world. There are gorgeous and cool magics here. There are dragons that can fly and cover the sky. There are space doors that can shrink the ground to an inch. There are also different styles.
of other races.
"There are still several sects that can be divided into..." Chris smiled bitterly and shook his head. It really hurts...
