Unless you are foolish, who would be so stupid as to go against a future Fourth Energy Level Prophet?
Especially when even Marquis Barton fully supports him, would you dare to oppose these two crafty foxes, one big and one small? Do you not care for your life?
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Those who want to earn merit naturally know that as long as they listen to the Prophet, there’s definitely a chance to make a name for themselves in the grand scheme of things.
And those who seek safety understand even more clearly that they need to support the Prophet’s alliance plan, follow his commands and arrangements, and complete the work of the Prophet.
Most importantly, the officials of the Spirit Wisdom Institute behind him.
Ian turned his head and saw those officials smiling.
—Obviously, Ian’s projection of ’The Empire is going to fail,’ and pointing out several potential failures, indeed met their requirements.
As for Ian’s subsequent countermeasures, they didn’t care, or rather, this is exactly what they wanted—all Imperial People will raise their spirits due to the potential threat, unite together, and then achieve victory.
In this way, the people of the Empire will be more united.
Ian Silverpeak is truly worthy of becoming a noble Earl at such a young age, even though most of it is due to the Prophet, his abilities are also remarkable!
Thus, everyone got the voice they wanted.
So what about Ian himself?
(Next is the dissemination of terminals, through alliance, spreading the vaccine of Artificial Souls, and then gradually establishing the Phantom Network.)
Lowering his eyes, Ian returned to the Town Hall from the plaza, thinking to himself: (Proceeding step by step with the plan—first the Dawnshine Territory, then the Mountain People, followed by Harrison Port and Nauman City, and several other close noble territories... Gradually spreading the Supreme Spirit Sect, under the current circumstances, a religion centered around me will become the most popular faith organization in the South Ridge.)
"How did I do, Marquis?"
Ian turned his head and whispered to the old man beside him: "By now, you should also tell me why you so easily relinquished power... the reason you chose to make me the leader of the Naling Nobility?"
From beginning to end, the old Marquis, who remained silent and left all speaking to Ian, nodded slightly, his gold-green eyes calmly looked at the young man, and then he said calmly, "I know you have already noticed something amiss, and you are very clear that you have even guessed many of the answers."
"The reason I relinquished power is precisely because I know, due to my old injuries preventing me from advancing to the Fourth Energy Level, I cannot safeguard South Ridge in the upcoming total war. In that case, it’s better to hand it over to someone with great prospects and the Seer’s Ability like you; with the resources, you will definitely be stronger than the already decrepit me."
"And the nobles’ union is something I should have done, but rather than keeping this power in the hands of someone planning to step down, it’s better to let you, so you have enough prestige and qualifications."
"Of course, I also know that what you really want to ask is not these ordinary decisions... What you really want to know is why I secretly contacted the Second Prince. Why would a most loyal vassal of a Guardian suddenly align secretly with a Prince, right?"
At this moment, the two of them had already arrived at the door of the Governor’s Office in the Town Hall, and Marquis Barton led Ian inside.
This office was extremely simple, with nothing but a desk and a few cabinets, and Marquis Barton rummaged through a drawer, taking out a photo album.
He flipped through it a bit, then handed it to Ian: "This is the answer."
Ian frowned slightly, he hadn’t expected things to be so complex... The young man originally thought that the reason Marquis Barton got close to the Second Prince was merely because the Second Prince was easier to talk to, unlike the Crown Prince who was always testing people with enigmas.
As for Axel... Axel evidently didn’t care about these small matters.
However, when Ian saw the photos in the album, he was stunned.
Because, in the photos, there was the Crown Prince, the Second Prince, the Great Princess... and the group photo of several other Princes and Princesses!
Crown Prince Carlos smiled broadly, with a hint of craftiness, not much different from his grown-up self.
Second Prince Michael seemed very shy, even covering half his cheek with his hand.
Great Princess Alegria was even holding her doll tightly, biting her finger, looking like she was about to cry.
And Lady Ellen, the mother of Yisen Gard, Afrina was just a baby, held in the arms of a tall man.
Was none other than the young Protector Axel!
At this moment, Axel was smiling gently, his smile completely unlike a Guardian... No, is this really the same person?
The one who coldly drove out Mahdi, expelled the Emperor of The Unyielding Fortress, and slaughtered all the defiant as a Tyrant—is it really the same man who smiles so innocently, as warmly as the real sun?
As for who took the photo...
Ian furrowed his brows, and Marquis Barton said gently, "So? Can you see it, young Prophet?"
"Did you notice the ’difference’ that makes one feel uneasy between this photo and reality?"