Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?-Chapter 397 - 12 You’re Fired

In the Empire during the Fifth Epoch, the Empire Transcendent Scholar Braun once proposed a famous "Transcendant’s Law of Solitude," stating:

Transcendents are not suited for long-term cooperation with others.

The reason is simple: imagine you are a Low-Rank Transcendent, and now you can choose whether to collaborate with another Transcendent.

If your Sequence does not overlap with the other’s, it means there is no common interest between you two. If he needs a Magic Potion from the "Flames" Sequence, and you need a formula from the "Mind" Sequence, whose needs should be prioritized when working together?

If your Sequence highly overlaps with the other’s, then the situation becomes even more complex and terrifying. Because you must always be wary of the other person possibly stabbing you suddenly in dire circumstances and then taking away the Extraordinary Traits from your corpse—after all, when Sequences are similar, the efficiency of manually absorbing traits is extremely high.

Ultimately, the Extraordinary World is marked by severe exclusivity and plunder. There is no connection between different Sequences, and there’s fierce competition within the same kind. Thus, the vast majority of Transcendents tend to act alone, only considering collaboration with others when faced with problems that cannot be solved alone.

Even then, cooperation based on transitory benefits is exceedingly brief.

Yet what the knights from Thuringia now saw was a curious Mercenary Group:

A team consisting solely of Transcendents, with an average Level nearing Lv.9, some having overlapping Sequences and some not. However, they worked together seamlessly in battle, not at all guarding against any covetousness for each other’s Extraordinary Traits, nor showing any bias in team promotions.

If Albrecht was an experienced Transcendent, he would have been extremely interested in the organizational structure of The Azure Longsword Mercenary Corps, but unfortunately, he was just an ordinary young noble knight from the Weiding Family.

As everyone rushed to the town center, a loud dragon’s roar was heard.

A large number of Demons fell from the sky, struggling in the deep green acid, and their bodies quickly dissolved like sugar cubes dropped into hot water.

Emerging from the broken buildings was Hedwig from the Saxon Family, the Demigod known as the "Acid Erosion Dragon," her cold gaze briefly nodding at the newcomers as a greeting.

Albrecht then realized that the girls in the mercenary group next to him, just like the Demigod before them, had forsaken the teachings of the Catholic Church and chosen to accompany the hidden and the solitary.

This knight, being extremely traditional, felt somewhat uneasy about it (although he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was inappropriate), yet since he himself was a recipient of their gracious rescue, he refrained from saying much, merely furrowing his brow as he explained his intentions to the Demigod and inquired about "Your Majesty" and the various Dukes.

"His Majesty and the Dukes are all well," the Acid Erosion Dragon Hedwig responded indifferently, "Follow me to clear out the Demons in the town."

With just one sentence, the Demigod took command of the scene, and naturally, no one would say anything. After all, at the current Level Limit of Lv.15, those who could use the Law were the powerhouses, and clinging to them closely was paramount.

Thus, everyone followed the Demigod on patrol. Wherever there were Demons, the Acid Erosion Dragon would simply cough in that direction, and as if spitting, a splinter of countless tiny green droplets, seemingly alive and jumping at the Demons.

The moment the droplets hit the Demons, their vermillion surfaces erupted with numerous deep green acids, dissolving the Demon’s muscles, tendons, bones, and carapaces within five or six seconds—these seemingly inconspicuous droplets possessed the eerie ability to transform the bodily fluids of their target into acid.

Without battling, without casting spells, just a simple spit erased all the Demons they encountered.

Such was the terrifying might of a Demigod.

Albrecht, however, saw no difference; the girls, as mere onlookers throughout, were profoundly shaken beyond measure.

When the Demigod could fully unleash his Law Ability at will, the terrifying strength he displayed far surpassed their wildest imaginations.

The slight arrogance built up from previously defeating numerous formidable opponents also vanished without a trace at this moment.

The team cleared the town of Devils and concurrently saved nearly a hundred Knights. When they returned to the town center, the surviving Knights regrouped with their respective Dukes as dawn was about to break.

"This must be a long-planned rebellion!" Emperor Otto slammed the table heavily and roared furiously, "Someone must have leaked our marching route! The plot was to assassinate me in this town!"

The cause of the Devil’s attack was traced to a basement of a house in the northeast of the town, where someone had used a special Magic Technique to open a teleportation portal to Purgatory, triggering an invasion of low-rank Devils into the Main Plane.

The owner of the house, along with those who arranged the ritual, all died as sacrifices in the basement, their bodies severely burned and damaged beyond recognition. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

The Dukes sat around the table, exchanging subtle signals with their eyes.

The Emperor’s suspicion was not without reason: the army entering the mountains would inevitably take the main roads, and it was not difficult for someone intent on betrayal to calculate their stopping point by location and route.

However, the fact that the attack involved only low-rank Devils appeared overly frivolous. A Demigod was surely not something these Devils could deal with? The Acid Erosion Dragon alone easily resolved the entire town’s mutant outbreak, not to mention that others had yet to take action.

Unless the enemy’s purpose was not assassination... then, what was the purpose of stirring up a disturbance that was bound to be easily suppressed?

"You are right, Your Majesty," Duke Rudolf of the Wolf Family took the lead in expressing his stance, "There must be enemies lurking among us. The Wolf Family will immediately conduct an internal review."

As a loser of the civil war, whatever excuses he made, there were bound to be attempts to smear the Wolf Family. Thus, Duke Rudolf preemptively took on the task of the review, to prevent others from targeting his family.

The Emperor’s expression cleared slightly, only to hear Duke Conrad of Franconia snort coldly, adopting an attitude of old-age superiority and sarcastically saying,

"Lurking? Someone painstakingly infiltrates the Imperial Army just to stir up some Devils for a Halloween party in the middle of the night, disrupting our evening rest?"

The Emperor’s face turned sour again. However, since the Griffin Family had already died out, the old Duke of Griffin was completely unbridled in his mockery, leaving the Emperor unable to retaliate for a moment.

Moreover, his mockery hit the nail on the head: if someone really was lurking in the army, wouldn’t this meaningless mutant event just alert the enemies?

"Do you have any better insights, Lord Conrad?" The Emperor asked with a displeased tone.

"I have no suggestions," The Duke of Griffin retorted irritably, "I am a Duke, not a private detective. Are all the clerks in the Blade Warrior Clerk Department dead?"

The Blade Warrior Clerk Department, a professional intelligence agency belonging to Emperor Otto, had discovered the basement where the mutant outbreak originated during their investigations after the event. However, the clues ended abruptly there—the related personnel had all been killed, leaving no leads.

Consequently, the Emperor’s expression turned as dark as charcoal, muttering something about "you’re fired," while the Blade Warriors nearby turned a deaf ear, fully aware of the situation.

The Emperor was merely venting his frustration. His usual favorite activity was to grade his ministers’ performance, enact a last-place elimination system, and then fire the ministers he disliked most, famously claiming "no one understands management better than I do."

Yet, of course, he could not dismiss a Duke in the same way he would a minister.

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