"I need money, you need money, don't you?"

The aristocrats gathered around the round table were silent as Elba Kandel, one of the most distinguished men in the country, was speaking.

The reason why he is noble is not because of the family behind him, but because of his own strength.

Before he spoke, others did not dare to speak rashly, and when he spoke, others did not dare to interject at will, and after he spoke, everyone did not dare to express any opinion on this matter.

"This is a great opportunity!"

Elba clenched his fists, his face was serious, and his eyes were awe-inspiring, "At a time when the elves and the empire are putting aside their hatred and just beginning to form an alliance, any outrageous behavior may lead to the collapse of the covenant, and this covenant was brokered by the Chief of Urnor, and with the prior consent of His Majesty, the Chief and His Majesty will definitely do their best to uphold the covenant." We can't get more money from the Mudbloods, but unlike the little nobles who don't have a big family, but they have what we desperately need, and we don't need to do anything but report them to the elves!"

The nobles present looked at each other, and the aristocratic families who were able to participate in this conspiracy were not small, so they were able to get in touch with the level of Elba Kandel.

As the third seat said, 'They need money'!

It is as if nothing in the world can satisfy their appetite, they need money, they need more money, no matter how much they have, they always crave more.

But at such times, they are not able to express their opinions, even if they are already 'a little tempted', but it is an attack on the human race, who are also nobles, and turn the finger behind themselves for the sake of money at such a critical juncture—they can't do that!

Seeing the look of struggle on their faces, Elba let go of his fist, leaned back, and asked in a cold voice, "What are you still hesitating about? Is this different from what we usually do? Of course, I admit it, there is a difference, but so what?"

There seemed to be a wonderful magic in the cold words, which constantly stirred up everyone's emotions and made them fall into a deeper struggle.

But Elba didn't do anything, the magical trinkets worn by the nobles weren't triggered, and it was their own desires that bewitched their minds - because they wanted to!

The scrutinizing gaze crossed the dark and vicious looking faces, the corners of Elba's mouth pursed slightly, and a cold and merciless smile bloomed on his face.

"What else you can't do to frame others for the sake of getting a knighthood for your own heirs, to wronging merchants for money, and collecting heavy taxes from commoners? What are you hesitating about?"

When the bloody reality wrapped in 'elegance' and 'etiquette' was revealed by Elba, some people immediately became angry, and even a nobleman slapped the table and shouted: "Your Excellency Elba Kandel, you are slandering!"

However, after that cold and merciless gaze fell on him, the anger in the nobleman's heart was extinguished in an instant, and his originally straight body was slightly bent, and his mouth snorted a few times, unable to say half a word because of fear.

Elba looked at the nobleman coldly for a long time, until everyone else was speculating about what kind of storm the nobleman would usher in next, but the third of the court mages withdrew his gaze and said stiffly: "Yes, I take back that rude sentence just now, so, what do you think about this matter? I just want to know, do you do it or don't do it?"

Many nobles just breathed a sigh of relief, and when they heard this, they couldn't help but hold their breath.

If he was facing the great nobles of the Empire now, Elba would not have said these words.

The people in front of him were all carefully selected to remain on that list, and Elba knew that they must be tempted, but the hypocrisy of the nobles prevented them from expressing the slightest emotion in person, even if their desires were clearly written on their faces.

"If you don't want to do it, then you can walk out through the door behind me, and I won't embarrass you, but you can't tell anyone about it—remember, it's 'anyone'!"

The room was dark, and there was no lighting other than a candle in the center of the round table.

In the shadows, the corners of Elba's mouth drew a grim arc, "Choose, everyone!"

His eyes wandered over the many nobles, but he did not notice any intention of getting up, and they all sat firmly in their chairs, and did not move after hearing his 'ultimatum'.

Sneering in his heart, but there was no change on the surface, Elba took a deep breath, "Then, let's discuss the plan for the future, we must make sure that this plan is foolproof, otherwise even I may be counterattacked, let alone you!"

............

"Sure enough, Elba is better at doing this kind of thing. The court mage's second seat couldn't help but purse his lips and chuckle.

After hearing his light-hearted laughter, Rourno raised his eyes, two cloudy eyeballs rolling in his sockets, before focusing his attention on the crystal ball.

A head-sized crystal ball is placed on a violet velvet cushion filled with soft goose down, and the weight of the ball itself dents the velvet base, and a silver bracket holds the ball under it.

The crystal ball that should have been transparent is now pitch black inside, and only a wisp of fire in the center keeps beating, maintaining the light in the crystal ball.

Through the crystal ball, Charlemagne and Ruerno were able to see the plot in that room.

After receiving Elba's exact answer, the plan was already underway, as Ruerno's body seemed to be far more fragile than he had imagined, and his life was now a dead candle in the wind, either dying of age in a few years, or dying of exhaustion after a life-burning battle.

He didn't have much time left, and he didn't want the empire to be rotten like this before he died.

After laughing, Charlemagne asked the old man next to him again, "Chief, do you think we are really right to do this?"

He wasn't confused, he hadn't been confused since he learned of the whole plan, but he didn't know whether the chief wanted to give the empire a new lease of life, or just let the nobles die with the rotten empire - if the situation was as it was, the nobles would die, they would fall into each other because of mutual suspicion, and finally fight each other.

But in the process of their mutual conquest, the empire will become fragmented, and that is the time for 'rebirth' and the trap of 'destruction'.

Charlemagne wanted an answer from Rulno.

“...... Every legend has an obsession in their hearts, and for that obsession, they are willing to give everything and even their lives. ”

The old mage named 'Ruerno Luches' pointed to his heart and said in a hoarse voice: "And in my heart, there lives a powerful and prosperous magic empire with incomparable vitality!"

“...... Really?"

Charlemagne let out a sigh, the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

From the moment he went alone to form an alliance with the elves, Ruerno Luches had already started his own plan, and whether Charlemagne and Elba joined the plan or not, he would continue it, knowing that the two of them would not stop him.

The nascent empire was more valuable to them, and if they stood in the way of the chief, they were slowing down their quest for truth.

Why bother?