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He took off the Roman crown and then put it on again.

Hearing the indistinct yet clear sound, Yu Le was deeply moved.

Only after a long time, until he could no longer hear that sound, did he finally remove the crown.

The shimmering gold color was completely subdued at this moment.

However, Yule confirmed that he, a psionic being, had finally experienced the miracle called psionic energy once again.

But shouldn't this thing be a creation of the human era?

"Pandora, what are your thoughts on the relationship between psionic energy and humanity?"

“I can only confirm that psychic powers are highly related to humanity, but I cannot understand why this miracle exists. But sir, have you noticed anything?”

"Or rather, have you found a use for this laurel wreath?"

Pandora could not perceive psychic energy... Thinking this, Yule did not answer it, but instead asked another question:

"Pandora, did you see the 'bird' I saw? And did you hear anything just now?"

"No, sir, I neither saw the bird you saw nor heard the sound you heard."

"At the same time, my monitoring system shows that your data is all normal, so, sir, this should not be a neurological problem."

"Based on all the clues I have so far, I'm not mistaken. This laurel wreath in your hand may have opened the door to the miracle of psychic powers for you!"

Pandora's exact nature is unknown, but it is an evil relic that has been feared by people in this world for thousands of years.

It's too easy to deduce what happened.

"But, sir, what exactly did you hear?"

Yu Le looked in what should be the direction of the French Royal Palace and said:

"When I was puzzled about how they were going to deal with the Emerald Princess and her father, the voice told me that they were going to resurrect the body of Bourbon I."

"Pandora, in your records, is it possible for psychic powers to resurrect the dead?"

Regardless of the circumstances, bringing the dead back to life is simply outrageous.

"No, sir, but there are records showing that it is possible to do something similar using psychic powers. Although that cannot be called resurrection. It is just a moving corpse."

"And our technology can do something similar."

"I suspect they might think the same way."

"They don't need Bourbon I to actually come back to life; they just need a powerful enough 'tool'!"

At this point, Pandora offered another possibility that Yule found very interesting:

"And, esteemed sir, if this Roman laurel wreath opened the door to psychic powers for you, are there other similar things?"

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Are there any other similar things?

Yu Le lowered his head and stroked the Roman laurel wreath in his hand.

Pandora believed that the time when this thing was created should be the time when its records were deleted.

Now, it has proven to itself its wonderful use of psychic energy.

What exactly did the Normans do during that period?

Could this be the key to unlocking the secrets of their demise?

"Sir, you don't need to worry too much for now. We have already made a crucial step forward. Going from 0 to 1 is the hardest part. The road ahead won't be too difficult!"

"Ah, thank you, that's true."

At least I know that I am not completely unable to use my psychic powers.

We don't have to wait for the victims to speak every time.

It also gives you the opportunity to take initiative!

But thinking of this, Yu Le curiously played with the laurel wreath in his hand and said:

"But why Rome? Rome and the Norwegian government have almost no connection anymore; the time periods between them are too far apart."

This is no longer the difference between the Qin Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty; it's the difference between Australopithecus afarensis and modern humans.

"I didn't know, sir. I'm sorry."

"No, it's nothing, no need to apologize, I was just asking casually."

But Pandora answered seriously:

"However, answering all of humanity's questions was the very purpose of my design, and now, I have failed to fulfill the meaning of my existence. This is a grave failure, especially for the present moment. Sir!"

Yu Le raised an eyebrow, then put down his laurel wreath and said:

"There's no need to be so serious."

"You have all the power you want, but we, your tools, must take it seriously. That's the value of our existence!"

Yu Le didn't know how to answer, so he could only change the subject to ease the tension.

He prefers a more relaxed atmosphere.

"Let's not talk about that. Since they created 'Rome,' and there might be others, is it possible that there are other things named after other ancient civilizations?"

Before Yu Le could speak, he saw something that shouldn't have appeared outside the window while holding the golden crown.

This made Yu Le's eyes widen instantly as she looked over.

But this time, I saw nothing at all.

However, Yu Le was certain that he was not seeing things.

He stood frozen in surprise at the window.

Yu Le's unusual behavior naturally did not escape Pandora's notice, and it tentatively asked:

"Sir, have you seen or heard anything else?"

"Egypt."

"What? What did you say?"

Yu Le gazed in the direction he had just seen and said:

“I just saw the Egyptian pyramids outside my window. So I think they did leave something in the name of another ancient civilization.”

The Egyptian pyramids are perhaps one of the most famous things in the world.

The number of modern netizens who don't know this is so small that they could be considered aliens.

"The Egyptian pyramids?"

"Yes, but I don't know what we'll find this time."

All that was left to Yu Le last time was a ruin that had already been opened. It was empty except for a group of ambitious people and the only useful thing that Yu Le now possessed.

Hopefully, this time will be an exception.

Yu Le stood by the window, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the window frame. The illusion of the pyramid vanished in an instant.

“Pandora, what did those ancient civilizations mean to the Normans during their time, that they would go to such lengths?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know, because at least in my records, all of this is just history to people. And… it’s history that’s too distant.”

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When Count Lorraine stepped onto the Royal Avenue in the capital, it was just before dusk.

He returned quickly, in less than a day, and he also took good cover.

Theoretically, no one could know what he had done, but the capital city had far more eyes than anyone imagined. And among them, there were certainly quite a few watching him.

For example, as soon as he returned, he heard the servant whisper:

"My lord, His Majesty requests your presence at the palace."

Count Lorraine showed no outward reaction, simply nodding and saying:

"I'll go right away."

Did it realize I had left?

Or is it just asking me to do something?

Count Lorraine changed his clothes, moving at a leisurely pace, as if he were attending an ordinary dinner party.

After glancing at his calm reflection in the mirror, he then deliberately pinned the badge representing his role as Prime Minister to his chest.

It is not made of gold, nor is it any precious material worthy of this status.

It was just an ordinary piece of wood.

The badges of the other members of the Imperial Council are the same.

This is often seen as diminishing the dignity of the dynasty, but the Imperial Council thinks it is the best course of action.

Because they all understood that His Majesty was reminding them that, to the royal family, they were neither gold nor silver, but merely fuel and firewood that could be found anywhere.

They are the important figures in the Royal Council, as the royal family needs them.

If the royal family doesn't need them, they will soon become as worthless as this piece of wood that can be found anywhere!

He used to think that this was just how the world was, and he had no choice but to accept it.

But now, he feels that he might be able to change all of this!

The palace guards greeted him as usual.

He was led into the king's study, where a palace attendant told him that Princess Emerald still had not returned and was still at Ruins Zero.

This is a good thing!

This aligns with their desire to divide the divine lineage.

But the moment the count stepped into the study, the weight of the whole world changed!

It's not some old-fashioned metaphor for a repressive atmosphere; things have really changed.

His feet touched the carpet, but it felt like he was stepping into deep water, with each step carrying immense resistance.

This caused the count to lower his head sharply, completely unable to look directly at the Lord of France—the Sun King—right in front of him!

Glory and the sun, gold and emerald.

These were Albion and Francesnia, the rulers of two generations.

It is also a perfect portrayal of each of them.

At this moment, the count felt that even breathing was extremely difficult.

He bowed deeply, the wooden badge swaying slightly on his chest.

Normally, this movement is smooth and effortless, but today he felt his spine was under a kind of almost deforming pressure, as if a hand was pressing on the back of his neck, forcing him to lower himself another inch.

“Count,” the Sun King’s voice rang out from afar, sounding as if it were falling from the sky, even though it was only a few meters in front of him, “you have left France, but your son says you are still at home.”

"I thought you, as my prime minister, would be a smart man. But you have disappointed me."

The moment those words were spoken, the count knelt on the ground.

It was because he could no longer withstand the pressure, and he also needed to use it to cover up the panic in his heart and the fear that it brought to his body.

However, I haven't lost yet, as long as I don't get hanged the moment I come back.

That means I still have a chance!

Your Majesty is willing to hear my explanation!

"Your Majesty, I... I have come to explain all of this to you! I must confess to you that I am guilty, and the Lorraine family has committed a grave crime!"

"We actually tried to betray your trust!"

The count stared intently at the carpet, his frantic plea for help refusing to listen.

Finally, the Sun King spoke, and his head didn't just roll to the ground.

“Interesting, go on.”