The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

In just a moment, shouts of "Long live the princess" resounded throughout the training ground. The infantry commander was sweating, fearing that the princess would hold a coronation ceremony on the spot.

Damn, did the emperor really allow it?

Volume 115: Bird in a Cage: . Encountering a Street Troll

The princess's inspection of the military district took about half a month. For more than ten days, she traveled almost non-stop to various military camps, personally bringing exciting news and at the same time inciting hatred among the lower-level soldiers towards the Tingsen family.

Everyone in the Tiejun Army could feel the huge gap in their lives, so it was not difficult to make this happen.

Apprentice-level Iron Throne Knights and secret servants who have undergone mysterious reconstruction usually retire between the ages of fifty and sixty. Most of them have experienced the most prosperous period of the Yunling Military Region.

At that time, the Empire, in alliance with the Mermaids, forced the Tyran Elves to abandon their conquest of the sea. Their might was unstoppable, with frequent conflicts breaking out in the North, West, and South, and they reaped rich rewards from each expedition. Sixteen years earlier, in particular, the Battle of the Ember Sea, which lasted ten years. The Emperor mobilized fifty legions and millions of war rats from all regions to suppress the rebellion of the Ember Sea Dwarves and burn all the Dwarven cities on the west coast of the Ember Sea.

The heads of those bearded men could form a mountain. Their gold and silver all went into the pockets of the Iron Army. Their parents and children all became slaves of the Iron Army. Their hometowns became the conquerors' paradise...

For the experienced Master Tiejun, those were definitely the best years of his life.

The younger Iron Army soldiers, in the increasingly harsh weather over the past decade, could also feel the disparity in their lives. With salaries declining year by year and a rebellious army that seemed impossible to eradicate, coupled with the increasingly barren land, the sergeants could not help but wonder where the problem lay.

It's Tinson——

When the princess pointed out this answer, all doubts were resolved.

It was during these ten years when the Tingsen family interfered in the affairs of the military that everyone's lives became worse day by day. These guys who feed off the soldiers' oil and blood really deserve to die!

The Tingsen family, who made it impossible for everyone to make money, were the bad guys. Then the princess, who expanded the organization, distributed land to everyone, and allowed the children of military households to have military status, was naturally the good person sent by the Emperor of God to bring good news.

"What a pity." On the way back to Cloudtop City, Hestia rode in a carriage, shaking a crystal red wine glass in her hand and shaking her head slightly.

"What's a pity?" Iyana asked.

Hestia didn't answer, but just looked out the window at the mountains with a deep gaze.

The mountains are like a giant wall dividing the two ends of the world, and the steep peaks covered with ice and snow are difficult to climb by human power alone.

Unfortunately, no signs of the "big shot" were found.

Now the enemy is in the dark, she doesn't even know his specific identity, and she has no good way to solve the problem for the time being.

All we can do is wait.

A hunting falcon flew into the carriage and landed on Hestia's finger, its bright eyes darting around.

The princess took the letter from the whistle falcon's claws and sneered.

"Is this news from Crocodile Bay?"

"The Shaye family solved the problem, but now there are new problems."

"Have they still been unable to change their cultist ways and committed serious crimes?" Iyana had never had a good impression of cultists and guessed that these guys would become even more vicious after having the support of the empire.

"It's not the Saye family, it's the Black Hand Guild. Ha..." Hestia shook her head. "They, the Free Will, and a few of the Offa families, actually colluded to forge Fran banknotes. They're targeting me. Those traitors are shameless."

"Is it a big problem?" Iyana asked worriedly. Even if it were genuine, even genuine bills, let alone counterfeit, would cause serious problems if they were issued excessively. Just like the Empire's discarded crown banknotes, 500,000 crowns might not even buy a loaf of bread.

"It's a small problem. The Alliance of the Arts generally stands on the side of the Empire. We already have clues and will be able to deal with those criminals soon." Hestia thought.

Warlocks who truly embark on the path of arcane magic are all serious mystical practitioners who wish all myths would die.

But fundamentally, arcane sorcerers didn't hate myths, but rather the changes in the material world caused by the Dream Wars. The mythological disputes, the fall of the elders, and the shifting of gods would ultimately reflect the succession of laws.

In the eyes of the arcane sorcerers, the esotericists are the original sin of all unrest, and their desires will eventually lead the world into chaos, and all rules will tend to be disordered. Therefore, to some extent, the arcane sorcerers even support the existence of the Tower more than many esotericists of the Iron Cross.

Simply because the Emperor's tower symbolizes the oneness and eternal lineage of the Gods.

The power of some arcane families is enough to rival that of esoteric sects. Although they do not have the ability to enter the Dream Realm and their spirituality is very weak, they can still compete with the esoteric sects.

According to some speculations in the player forum, the Arcane Family was protected by secret treasures and was a variant of secret cultivation that did not need to ascend to the heavens, but the specific truth was still hidden deep in the secrets.

Regardless, according to historical trends, Hestia believes that the Alliance of the Mages is worth negotiating.

……

The Little Mouse Boutique is closed today.

The cauldron was boiling with purple foam. In the dim stone room, emerald green moss grew upward along the ray of sunlight outside the window.

"Purple Dream, Spicy Grass, Bitter Chestnut Fruit, Tall Pine Crystal...Oh, Domis, help me get that red jar from the fifth shelf down here."

A rat-man with whitish hair was climbing a ladder, stirring the medicine pot with a large spoon.

"Ma'am, are you not leaving yet?"

The blonde girl took out the medicine jar and handed it to the rat man. She sat next to the shelf with a very sincere attitude.

"I have dedicated my entire life to the Empire, and I deserve to stay in the Empire in the end." The red-cloaked man slowly climbed down, took out homemade biscuits and tea bags from the biscuit box on the small laboratory table, brewed two cups with hot water, and said gently.

"Thank you... sir..." Tamakisaki took the teacup, took a sip, and frowned. "Those hawks have been keeping a close eye on me lately. I know I shouldn't come here again, but given the relationship between us, if something happens, it'll most likely involve you."

"Then let's talk about it when we're implicated. I'm dying soon, child. Sixty-five years is a long life for a ratman," the Red Cloak said with a smile, "so my life or death is not important. If I leave, my people will completely lose their foundation. They will either perish in this unwelcome world, or become wild beasts in the sewers and the mountains, not knowing where they came from or where they are going."

"..."

"So, don't ask about my affairs, just as I never ask about yours. We are merely business partners, a common practice in Yunling," the Red Cloak said. "But why did the Whistling Falcon target you?"

"It's hard to explain in a few words." Domis looked grim.

"I remember saying before that if the Empire wants me to deal with you, then I will deal with you."

"Do you know?"

"I don't know, but for my clan, I can do anything," the red-cloaked man said calmly. "In this world, ratmen are known for their despicable, insidious, and shameless behavior. It's not surprising that we do anything. I know famous adventurers from the Seven Seas, lawless pirates, and even high knights from the Iron Cross. Some have received favors from me. But favors are the least of our words, Domise. Our world is full of betrayal. You shouldn't have come here."

"Feel sorry."

"I should be the one to apologize. Don't you feel anything different about this cup of tea?"

"Uh?"

"I added something else. I'm sorry, kid. The world is full of betrayal."

Domis' pupils shrank. She was shocked and angry at first, but finally relieved. "I was naive. In the end, you chose the Empire, right?"

"Not yet." The red-cloaked girl melted the biscuits in hot tea and added a small spoonful of sugar. She tasted them deliciously, grinning with her missing teeth.

"Then you are in the tea..."

"I added some bitter chestnut powder," she said with a sly smile. "You've always been afraid of bitterness, but you didn't taste it this time. It seems something's really bothering you." She put down her teacup, sat upright, and listened intently. "So, what exactly attracted those sentinels' attention? Did you get caught?"

"Probably not, but..." Domis took a deep breath, "I have some connection with that princess."

"That's terrible." The red-cloaked man shook his head. "It must be difficult to get along with noble Celestial Dragons... Could it be that you were behind all the recent accidents involving the princess?"

"Ma'am, what did you say before? You can't discuss government matters in your shop!"

"Sorry, sorry." The old rat man laughed hoarsely. "So, have you and Miss Lilan made any progress?"

It would have been fine if Red Cloak hadn't asked, but after he did, Domis's face immediately became extremely ugly.

"Failed?" the red-cloaked figure muttered. "Young people are half-heartedly playing around. The effect of the lust potion shouldn't be that poor, right?"

What has a sixty-year-old rat man not seen in the world? Especially after experiencing the bloody battles of the Iron Army and dealing with the filthy underground world, for the Red Cape, "good-intentioned" drugging is not a violation of moral bottom line.

In her opinion, it should be easy for Domis to succeed.

Mortals cannot resist the potion. Even if Miss Lilan was unwilling, it was natural for something to happen under the half-hearted playfulness of her best friend.

"..."

"You Blade Cultivators have always been rebellious. How could a rebellious girl do something rebellious without violating any moral principles? What a shame." The Red Cloak smacked his lips. "I'm getting old. I just love seeing you young people walking together full of energy... What a shame."

"Ma'am, please don't say anymore." Domis' body trembled slightly.

"Was there an accident?" The red-cloaked girl immediately noticed something was wrong with the girl. She thought about something and asked, "That princess?"

"Miss!"

"Oh, fine, I won't ask." The red cloak sighed softly, "Do you want leopard milk and sugar?"

"A little, thank you."

The scene fell silent. The two of them sat beside the hot medicine pot, unable to find words to greet each other.

"Are you sure you won't leave, ma'am?" Domis asked. "Before long... Yunding City might be in turmoil, and my identity might be exposed."

"Then don't see me again," the red-cloaked woman said gently. "Every time you come, you increase the possibility of me betraying you. I'm dying, child. Maybe this winter, maybe next. I can feel it." She stared at Domis, her fair, old paws stroking the rings of time on the table. "I hope that when my soul returns to my dreamland, all I leave behind are beautiful memories."

"I understand, ma'am." Domis stood up and bowed deeply to the rat man. "Then goodbye, no, goodbye forever, ma'am."

As the most famous middleman in Cloudtop City, Red Cape has always been adept at maneuvering between various forces, slick and slippery, but the situation has reached this point, and she is no longer able to please both sides.

Domis knew all of this. If they hadn't been friends for a long time, Red Cloak would have betrayed her to the Iron Army long ago.

After the blonde girl left, the man in the red cloak shook his head and turned the handle on the wall, and a path leading to the underground of the city suddenly appeared.

She walked this road for a full ten minutes. Every time she walked a certain distance, the path behind her would be obscured by invisible secrets.

In the spacious hall, dense runes blocked any connection to the outside world, and dozens of lively young ratmen were walking back and forth with books in their hands.

"Ma'am." The young rat man greeted the red cloak politely after seeing her.

The red cloak responded one by one, and then came to an underground river where more ratmen gathered. Small boats came and went, loaded with goods that could be seen in public or not.

"Ma'am," a bespectacled rat man greeted.

"There's an unruly kid playing with fire, acting as a middleman between the Tinson family and Free Will," the red cloak said wearily. "Find him, chop off his claws, and hand him over alive to the military. The clan's survival cannot be destroyed by a few fools."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Let Little Cheese come to see me. I will teach her the true mind method and secret technique in the remaining year."

"Madam, your body..."

The red cloaked figure waved his hand. "Don't worry. From now on, try to stay in touch with the other ratmen. Report any news related to the Imperial Princess to me... This will serve as leverage for you to seek credit from that Tianlong later."

"Ma'am...will that Tianlong really accept our surrender?"

"I don't know, maybe, maybe not. But she can still grant knighthood to refugees from the sewers. Why can't the clans that have served the Iron Army for generations have their own fiefdoms and kingdoms?" The red-cloaked man closed his eyes. "The princess sees clearly that the Tower will be in turmoil. The Empire needs the service of the ratmen. We must obtain everything we deserve... the future..."

She was filled with anxiety about the dark future.

It is very difficult for the rat people to produce a qualified secret cultivator. Their short lifespan and extremely high mortality rate mean that they cannot go far on one path.

But the Skaven still possess the potential to perceive dreams, and so, in order to gain power, many Skaven priests draw on the lost residue of the Sea of ​​Origin, extracting secret arts and foul curses from its turbulent vortex.