NOVPUBThe dusk hung low, and the streetlights on Pari Street glowed dimly.
After finishing his official duties, Nigel, accompanied by Lanci and Talia, walked through the quiet alleys, their footsteps swallowed by the night.
Originally, he had merely entrusted Lanci and Tata with the matter, intending Countess Rosalinda to arrange the follow-up, but since Lanci had brought up a more important matter, they needed to discuss it in detail again.
Before long, the elegant sign of the Valentine Gallery came into view.
The three of them bypassed the main entrance and quietly entered the gallery through an inconspicuous side door.
"What did you say about the Blood Clan, Lanci?"
On the way, Nigel had also heard some alarming information from Lanci.
From what he understood, there had indeed been sightings of mysterious races, such as a powerful Eighth-order Undead appearing in Lanci’s homeland, the Nanwantina.
The three of them passed through one exhibition hall after another until a hidden black door appeared before them.
"Actually, the root cause of the turmoil in the Cerryti Empire is the Blood Clan. Of course, there might be some power-hungry individuals within the Cerryti Empire itself. The Blood Clan has dealt with the Anti-War Faction, aligning instead with the War Party’s interests. It seems now that the Cerryti Empire possesses a high war cohesion force, but if I’m not mistaken, the Blood Clan is planning to eliminate the uncontrollable War Party in a clandestine struggle. The War Party will eventually find a way to retaliate against the Blood Clan."
Lanci gently pushed open the door, explaining to Nigel as he followed him down a long corridor leading to Nigel’s office.
The awakening of Rashar, the Third Ancestor Duke, in the depths of the Cerryti Empire was essentially the driving force behind all this.
Duke Rashar’s Blood Control Heart power, although difficult to use in direct combat, was the most troublesome Blood Clan Authority, at the pinnacle of Spiritual Magic and Illusion Technique. The darker the enemy’s emotions, the easier it was for Duke Rashar to find mental flaws, achieving Mind Control and forced domination.
"I knew it… How could the Cerryti Empire have unified so quickly? Although the Kingdom Joint Council Alliance has many theories, they are all just speculations…"
Nigel muttered.
Although the Cerryti Empire had enough strength to contend with the entire Kingdom Joint Council Alliance, as a colossal entity, its internal voices had never been unified, especially on the matter of war, not all War Gods agreed.
This time, nearly all War Gods participated in combat, making it impossible for the Kingdom Joint Council to analyze how the Cerryti Empire managed to unify the War Gods.
If a Ninth-Order Ancient Bloodline were involved, and they possessed a power comparable to a Ninth-Order Epic Spell, everything would make sense.
"But Lanci, how did you know all this?"
Nigel knew he shouldn’t pry further, yet he couldn’t help but ask Lanci.
"I’m not entirely clear on the principle, but after many journeys, I’m quite certain this was a revelation from the Goddess of Destiny. Perhaps she believed I had made a vow with her in a past life, and thus she chose to break the rules and interfere with my destiny, allowing me to see things mortals should not."
Lanci responded.
Normally, Lanci wouldn’t casually share such secret information, to avoid alarming anyone prematurely and exposing himself, but with a decisive battle against the Blood Clan imminent, Nigel was now an ally he trusted with his life; he wasn’t worried about being candid with Nigel.
"I believe you."
Nigel believed the Goddess of Destiny could achieve this.
For Lanci’s described intervention was merely a highest-standard future vision combined with a mental phantasmagoria, imparted to him in a manner more acceptable to Lanci, without damaging his brain.
As long as there was a medium, the Goddess of Destiny could indeed achieve it.
If one were to break into the Temple of the Goddess of Destiny and touch the statue, all conditions would be met.
As the three advanced further, bright light gradually emerged at the end of the corridor.
When they finally stepped out of the gallery, a majestic and solemn government building stood before them.
Nigel led the two up a spiral staircase, the surrounding night scene expanding with each level they climbed.
When they finally reached the office door at the end of the third floor, Nigel used his key to open the heavy oak door.
The door opened with a click, and the light instantly filled the entire room, dispelling the chill of the late autumn night that had enveloped them.
"Please, take a seat."
Nigel invited, gesturing for Lanci and Talia to sit on the leather sofa on one side of the room.
Looking around, Nigel’s office hasn’t changed much since his promotion to major general, the dark brown walls still neatly lined with old maps and yellowed clippings, those yellowed papers and manuscripts meticulously organized.
Nigel walked to the back of his desk, took off his black military coat, revealing the crisp suit underneath.
He activated the office’s sound barrier barrier as quickly as before, poured three cups of coffee, and took a seat opposite the two.
"Thank you."
Lanci placed his cat on the sofa and expressed his gratitude.
"In addition to the rare unity of the Cerryti Empire, they have also gained the membership of top-tier combatants and neutral forces such as the Withered Bishop Nedodichka, the Archbishop of Decay Fa Mo, and Dimension Bishop Toriyado."
Nigel lifted the coffee cup from the table and took a sip. 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
