This is only 370 kilometers away from North Olit State, and it is also the city where Pablo Connelly, the commander of East Balam, is stationed. Of course, only a few people know this.
As a former Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Navy who has been out of office for seventeen years and is actually over eighty-five years old, he did not really come here this time to direct the specific operations of the Loen Army in East Balam. This aspect was provided by the Royal Army.
Admiral Arnold Rosent is in charge. He is just here to take charge to prevent Arnold from being unable to command the navy and causing unnecessary losses.
Arnold Rosent is one of the few famous generals in Loen, and he has maintained a good record against the armies commanded by Fusac and Intis's "Iron-Blooded Knights". A year ago, if there had not been problems with the East Balam fleet in Loen,
, the Fusac people simply cannot take half of the benefits from East Balam.
Pablo Connelly was both happy and worried at the moment. What he was happy about was that Admiral Arnold's plan was about to succeed. He had captured Fusac's arrogance based on last year's victory and lost nearly ten points.
At the expense of one colony, the Fusac people were led into a trap. As long as the newly formed East Balam fleet acts as planned, Fusac's plan in East Balam will be completely shattered and the focus will be returned to the northern continent.
But behind this upcoming victory, there are many hidden dangers.
East Balam is indispensable for Loen and is an important guarantee for supporting the country. However, the situation here is also very complicated, and the Feysac people, the Intis people and the local indigenous people have to be solved.
What worries Pablo is the indigenous people of East Balam. MI9 has received news that the Balam people hiding in the jungle have been acting strangely recently, and they seem to be ready to join the war at any time, and it is not limited to East Balam.
There are movements among the indigenous people of West Balam, Star Plateau, Pas River Valley and Hagati Steppe.
Behind these people, there are shadows of the Rose School of Thought. Many demigods of this secretive organization no longer hide and become active.
The only thing that comforted Pablo was that the Spiritual Religion had no intention of joining the war due to internal strife.
Closing the cap of his pen, he stood up from the desk, walked slowly out of the study, and walked along the corridor paved with scarlet carpet towards the room that temporarily served as the telegraph room. In order to better implement Arnold Rosendt's plan, he is now
Living in a villa, his adjutants and liaison officers are all members of MI9.
Nodding to the two guards at the door of the telegraph room, Pablo pushed open the door and stood at the door. His eyes swept over the three transceivers on the long table and several transmitters and translators. Finally,
Only then did he fall on Jones, who temporarily served as his adjutant, and asked:
"Is there something wrong?"
"Not yet, Your Majesty Commander!" Jones, with black hair, blue eyes and bronze complexion, replied loudly.
"If anything happens, please notify me immediately. Don't worry about disturbing me..." After a simple instruction, Pablo glanced at the seven people in the room again, turned around and left, heading towards his bedroom upstairs.
A stocky guard standing guard in front of the telegraph room turned around and held the door handle, as if he wanted to close the door. The seven people in the telegraph room all turned their heads and glanced at him, with the same smile on their faces.
The door closed with a click, and the stocky guard stood back up, looking at each other and smiling at his companion.
Pablo Connelly walked along the corridor paved with scarlet carpets and came to the living room and the winding stairs leading to the second floor. His eyes swept over the bright red carpets on the stairs. He stretched his brows and touched
He touched his beard, which seemed to be shiny, and continued walking towards the stairs with great satisfaction.
He likes red, just like the ruby red tie he wears on his chest, which reminds him of the days when he fought at sea in his youth. At that time, he was the sharpest sea saber in the hands of William VI, fighting against the Fussac people.
, the Intis people started fighting one after another.
Stepping on the bright red carpet, a thought suddenly popped into Pablo's mind. It seemed to be softer than yesterday, as if every step he stepped on was stepping on, stepping on... stepping on a tongue?
Why do I think this way?
Frowning slightly, he lowered his head and looked at the carpet under his feet, and then at the end of the carpet, which was spread all the way to the depths of the corridor on the second floor. The lights were not turned on there, and the dim light of the gas lamp on the first floor could not shine in, so it was
Darkness.
There seemed to be a huge mouth of the abyss, and the bright red carpet was its long tongue extending out.
After pinching the center of his brow, Pablo Connelly's bell-like eyes suddenly became dark and dark, and he saw through the darkness, but found nothing. He scanned the surroundings again, and everything was as usual.
Is there something wrong with my potion digestion?
Withdrawing his gaze, he looked at the carpet under his feet again, and at the same time saw the ruby red tie hanging on his chest.
It's also like a tongue... The corners of Pablo's mouth curled up, as if he was amused by his bizarre thoughts.
When he raised his head, he found that the dim light of the gas lamp seemed to have changed color, turning into crimson little by little, just like moonlight. He turned to look at the gas lamp above him behind him, and saw a rising crimson wave.
The moon is very dreamy.
He kept this posture, standing on the stairs, as if his whole body was immersed in the crimson color.
After an unknown amount of time, the crimson ring suddenly shattered and turned into pieces of red scales, condensing into a figure. But Pablo Connelly did not make any movement, as if he had been petrified, and his eyes were filled with that figure.
.
The figure wore a black crown with a ruby that looked like a crimson moon. There was a gray-white object that looked like a jellyfish floating on top of his head, with dozens of tiny tentacles stretching down, and strands of hair.
entangled with each other.
Rawls' golden vertical boy has already appeared, looking at each other with Pablo Connelly, his lips moving slightly:
"Eternal chaos!"
Pablo's body trembled, and his thick arms were slightly raised, but he still continued to read:
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Eternal and uncertain chaos!"
“You are the master of the kingdom of disorder;”
“You are the master of the kingdom of disorder;”
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Just like this, Rawls said something, and Pablo read something. After saying "You are the shadow of the incarnation of order!", he completely lowered his raised arms. The next second, he regained consciousness and felt
When a hand was placed on his shoulder, an endless white mist appeared in front of his eyes, and he felt that the surrounding order was surrendering to him.
The three-part venerable name I just recited appeared again in my mind, and I couldn't help but recite it again.
Pablo Connelly looked at the young man wearing a crown with a "jellyfish" floating on his head, and said in amazement:
"Are you Viscount Derrian? Rawls Adrian?"
"Good evening, Monsieur Marquis."
Rawls stretched out his right hand towards Pablo Connelly with slightly tired eyes. The two sealed artifacts placed a huge burden on the spirit and soul, and even he could not bear them.
Looking at the outstretched hand, Pablo finally remembered what he had just said, and subconsciously prepared to ask for help from the two angels of the royal family. However, as soon as this idea appeared, his body instinctively resisted.
"It's useless, otherwise Celt, Amyrius would have done this a long time ago." Rawls raised his right hand, raised an index finger and shook it, "Now your whole body and mind are under my control.
Under my restraint, even if you want to die, you can't do it."
"Celte? Amyrius?" Pablo opened his mouth wide and stood there stunned.
"You have the rest of the time to try."
Rawls waved his hand towards him, his figure gradually became sluggish, and he disappeared from the spot.
"Bye~"
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In the sky above the newly formed East Balam Fleet stationed at the port, Rawls' figure appeared, stroking his chin and looking at the naval base below. Here was also a "Law Master" and a member of the Augustus family, but in comparison
Much younger than Pablo Connelly.
A considerable part of what he just said to Pablo was a lie.
He can indeed influence the other party, and even kill the other party on the spot with just a thought, but he cannot control it with all his heart. He only uses his "manipulation brain" to strengthen the relevant psychological hints. He believes that even the "insighter"
"If he takes action, Pablo can't get rid of it, because it not only has psychological implications, but also the influence from the "fog of uncertainty".
This is similar to Russell's second son, Bonova, who cannot resist the influence from the "God of Steam and Machinery". The longer the time, the harder it is to get rid of it. Even if you wait a few months, your thoughts and psychological hints will loosen.
, has also been affected by the whole body.
You still have to take your time... Rawls's eyes were dark and he disappeared into the air.
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Pulitzer Harbour.
The port that has been baptized by the flames of war has initially restored order, and the losses here are much smaller than those in Backlund. The main targets of Fusac's Sunya Sea Fleet in attacking here are naval bases, shipyards, Pulitzer Naval Academy, etc.
Everyone got the news in advance, and most of the workers hid.
After "traveling" here, Forsi, who was conducting reconnaissance for his friends in advance, ended his "investigation" for the day and did not return to Backlund to rest as usual, but went directly to the White Rose District.
In addition to the investigation, she had another thing to deal with. After learning that she was promoted to "Traveller", her teacher Dorian Gray wrote a letter telling her about the relevant methods of playing "Traveller". At the same time, there was someone in Pulitzer Harbor
Some books and knowledge were left to her. For example, how to find a suitable spiritual creature, sign a contract with it to obtain a messenger, etc.
After seeing the house number of No. 74, Forsi looked around and found that no one was there. He stretched out his hand and pressed on the wall, and he got in directly.
On the glass window diagonally opposite, the illusory figure of the evil spirit "Red Angel" appeared on it. She touched her chin and said curiously:
"An 'apprentice' doing the work of a 'thief'?"
"Don't you think this is more suitable? Even if you can't steal it, you can run away at any time..." Sauron controlled the illusory hole to appear on his left cheek.
"That's right, Bethel, Amon, and Antigonus have always had a good relationship." Medici reached out and rubbed his right cheek, "Einhorn? Stop sleeping, it's time to get up!"
On the left cheek, the bloody gash opened and closed constantly:
"That kid wants to use the Fusac people to deal with Govington. Do you still expect Einhorn to help? At most, she will acquiesce that you help that kid."
"Haha, do you think this matter will harm Fusac and Einhorn's descendants? Do you think she just acquiesced? For Fusac, Govington's death can bring benefits.
.As for that boy, he may not be able to succeed. If it triggers chaos within Augustus, then Fusac may be able to gain more benefits."
After the situation in the central and southern countries stabilized, Rawls turned his target to Loen, intending to eliminate the only adult male heir, Govington. The Feysac people naturally became the best knives, but just because they wanted to protect themselves under heavy protection
The chance of killing Govington is too low.
Even if a secret agent like Xio was arranged, the success rate would not be improved much, so he came up with the idea of the "Red Angel" evil spirit. If Govington died in the hands of Fusac, what would happen to Rawls and
It's a good thing for Fusac, and there's no need to worry about Einhorn's opposition to this matter.
After watching for a while, seeing that the "apprentice" had no intention of coming out, the "Red Angel" evil spirit lost interest and descended to the living room on the first floor, lying directly on the rocking chair in front of the fireplace.
As an angel of the "Hunter" path, she found the Fusac spies not long after arriving in Pulitzer Harbor, which was where the core spies gathered to discuss.
The news that Govington is going to inspect Pulitzer Harbor has been reported in newspapers today. Although it will bring more dangers, it is of far greater significance to him, the royal family and even Loen as a whole.
Those dangers. However, due confidentiality work is still required. It is impossible to record the relevant itinerary in newspapers and will only report it after the fact.
Therefore, Fusac's spies hiding in Pulitzer Harbor have already started taking action after seeing the newspaper. They have started a new round of exploration of important locations in Pulitzerport, looking for any opportunity to undermine Roen's confidence for the second time.
.
It's just that among these Fusac spies, the strongest ones are only Sequence 5. It's unrealistic to complete the assassination. The only thing that can be done is to investigate in advance and then give the information to the demigods for them to make a decision.
"That boy is indeed a perfect match for a 'conspirator'. He is so complex that even if Augustus wanted to investigate, he would not be able to suspect him."
"There is no doubt about it now, but as long as George III fails to be promoted, William Augustus will definitely doubt him." Einhorn finally "awoke".
"The chance of George III failing to be promoted is too low. The Seven Gods all agree that one is a Sequence 3 and the other is a Sequence 4. Even if both of them are promoted to angels, what can they do? Even if the night protects them, they cannot personally
End."
Medici was a little stunned by Rawls's gambling spirit. Even a poker master like her would not be able to gamble on such an almost impossible chance.
In her opinion, George III's becoming a god is a script written by that paranoid man. It is related to the other party's path to becoming a god, and it is a reality that will surely be staged!
Especially now that she only has one thing left to do to become a god.