The overlord of the gods is interrogating the alien female spy.

　"Huh? What's wrong?"

　When Theresa saw her appearance, her doubts were answered.

　"It's alright, it was originally...it was originally my business. You were so kind to help me before, I should be thanking you."

　Theresa pushed the bean porridge with minced meat towards her, then tore the bread in half and sat down to slowly savor the softness of the white bread while watching her sip the porridge.

　"And hey, I have some good news for you."

　"Huh? What's the good news?"

　What good news could there be in this prison? Did that monster die suddenly and shrink his genitals?

　"Lamaren can have a good rest today."

　Huh? What does this mean...?

　Lamaren was incredibly clever; she could guess what had happened just by looking at the slightly shifty eyes of the Peach sisters in front of her.

　It must have been last night that the despicable monster felt that torturing Theresa wasn't 'enough' and was about to subject her to even more terrible torture!

　And Theresa made a huge sacrifice for her... so that she could escape from here... she had to satisfy the monster's terrible greed all by herself.

　No, poor Theresa…

　Lamarle clenched her fists silently. Could she refuse?

　This is all so they can escape as soon as possible... Oh, Theresa... I, I will do everything in my power to rescue you!

　"However, Lamaren."

　"Hmm? I'm listening, Theresa."

　Snapping out of her thoughts, Lamaren looked at her, waiting for her to speak.

　“I think… if you want to be able to explore here more freely, you, I mean… if you could… soften up a little, pretend, just pretend.”

　Lamaren understood what Theresa meant: she wanted Lamaren to outwardly submit to the monster so that it would lower its guard and she could do things more easily.

　"..."

　If it were the old her, the banshee princess would never have done this; even if she were to die, she would have died standing up.

　But...

　Lamarle looked at her best friend. This poor, yet adorable girl was sacrificing herself to buy her time and opportunity. How could she... betray her kindness?

　"Then, what should I do, Theresa?"

　"Hmm... how about we start by... changing how you address me?"

　Seeing that she had finally agreed, Theresa breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest with her little hand as she offered her a suggestion.

　"...I have to call him master? How awful."

　But what can be done?

　"Lamaren..."

　Looking into Peach Girl's watery eyes, Lamaren could only grit her teeth and agree.

　"If you feel uncomfortable, just secretly curse him in your heart. I'll let you in on a secret: that's what I did at first, and I felt much better after secretly cursing him in my heart."

　Theresa leaned close to her ear and shared with her best friend her experience in dealing with the Qilin Overlord.

　at the same time.

　"Dolly! Didn't I tell you? Don't bring your trash back! Do you think my tower is a dumping ground?"

　The emperor waved his baton, staggering as he chased after the sheep, cursing and swearing all the while.

　"Haha, I forgot. Oh, Your Majesty, don't be too harsh on an old sheep like me with such a bad memory."

　But judging from Dori's cheerful expression, he probably came here on purpose to annoy the Emperor.

　"What are you arguing about?"

　Anese, carrying a frisbee, passed by and sighed as he watched the two beasts fooling around.

　That's really noisy! Aren't they afraid of disturbing His Majesty the Heavenly Venerable?

　“I told you before, don’t bring the garbage those people send into my tower. This guy never learns his lesson.”

　Enraged, the Emperor threw his baton away, but Dolly's wool was too thick, and the baton disappeared as soon as it hit the wool, causing zero damage.

　"what?"

　The figure of the Qilin Overlord appeared at the top of the stairs. He had heard the two beasts arguing earlier and had come over to check on them while walking his dog.

　"Your Majesty, it's an invitation from an Elector."

　As soon as Chen Lingxu arrived, the Great Emperor stopped talking about trash and walked to Dori's side. He reached into Dori's wool with his wing and pulled out a wax-sealed letter with a special pattern.

　"invitation?"

　With a flick of his finger, Chen Lingxu drew the letter into his hand, whereupon it was pulled by the levitation divine power.

　“Yes. Those electors always want me to interfere in their elections. You know me, I just want to play music and I don’t care about these things.”

　The Emperor's words weren't entirely wrong. He used to attend music enthusiast gatherings, and since the other party had performed for him, he should reciprocate with artistic gifts. That's the true way to support art and talent, isn't it?

　"interesting."

　It is common for banquets to involve politics. This phenomenon already existed in the Beast Kingdom ten thousand years ago, and Chen Lingxu never stopped it.

　However, he was quite interested in what the banquet was like now and what fun things were available inside.

　From the banquets of primitive people in ancient times to the banquets of the Middle Ages today, how much has changed?

　"Next time he sends something like this, bring him up. I'd like to see what he can say that I find amusing."

　"Yes, Your Majesty."

　Since it was Qilin who said it, the Great Emperor agreed to it.

　In fact, even if Chen Lingxu wasn't interested, he would have 'unintentionally' brought up the matter during his conversations with the other party in the next few days. The 'test' of those people had reached a certain point, and it was time for the Great Emperor to show himself.

　The Emperor's three visits to Zhuge Liang's thatched cottage were not only motivated by the Emperor's intentions, but also by Zhuge Liang's own affections; only in this way could they achieve such a reputation.

　Otherwise, it would only be a temporary matter if those mortals overthrew his tower. The emperor still wanted to stay here for the time being, and dealing with them when he had a spare moment wouldn't be a problem.

　"agreed?"

　Upon hearing his subordinate's report, Horn Hochberg was overjoyed and immediately sent someone to arrange gifts, preparing to personally go to the tower to "pay homage to Buddha and seek scriptures".

　"That's right, sir. But the messenger also wants us to prepare a separate gift."

　"Sure. What gift?"

　As a noble elector, is there anything in this world he cannot obtain? Let alone one gift, even ten, would be enough for one person in the tower.

　Ten portions are not a problem at all; otherwise, if the other electors saw this, they would think that the Hochberg family had already fallen into decline.

　"The messenger said that you should bring the original copy of the Golden Melody..."

　"what?"

　Chapter Forty-Nine: Gambling on Everyone's Lives

　Before the advent of mobile cities and the design of modern sewage systems, sanitation conditions in most settlements were extremely poor.

　Walking down the street, one often finds oneself needing to defecate; even in the castles inhabited by nobles, finding a clean and hygienic toilet was quite a rarity. Thus, to address this important aspect of life, various methods of sanitation emerged, freeing both the wealthy and common people from worries about hygiene, and allowing art and music to flourish.

　That's why Letania has such a beautiful art capital – Florentia!

　Chen Lingxu turned the pages of the book. Heaven knows what kind of person wrote this book, that he actually thought of using such vulgar methods to open the floodgates of people's interest.

　However, he had to admit that works written in this way have always been quite successful throughout history.

　Five meters away from the Qilin Overlord, the large-horned male stag had been standing there nervously for a while.

　He was none other than Elector Horn Hochberg, who had come to visit; he could also be addressed as the 'Duke'.

　But now, this Duke, one of the nine members of the highest group in Letania, was as cautious as a student standing in front of an extremely serious teacher at the beginning of the school year, even his breathing was as light and slow as possible, as if he was afraid that the teacher would call his name.

　"..."

　"Bring up the Golden Melody."

　The Qilin Overlord handed the book in his hand to the Peach Slave on his left. After he finished speaking, the Blueberry Slave standing on his right trembled his horn wings and slowly walked to Duke Horn, who was hurriedly holding a beautifully decorated wooden box, to take the box back.

　"Um……"

　The creation and development of all laws, livelihoods, magic, and other aspects of Letania are inextricably linked to this thin 'score' in his hand.

　Chen Lingxu did not touch it with his hands; he merely raised his fingertips slightly, and the box opened automatically. The musical pieces inside floated in front of him, unfolding themselves to allow the Qilin Overlord to read what they had written.

　"This is so complicated..."

　Theresa stood beside the Qilin, her posture upright, but her eyes were already fixed on the musical piece that was hailed as a national treasure.

　With her current level of education, looking at the characters above is like looking at tadpoles; they're a dense mass, and she can't tell what's what.

　"..."

　Ramalen stood on the other side of the Qilin, holding the wooden box. She peeked at the music while her horned wings flapped, but although she was slightly stronger than Tracya, her strength was still limited, and she couldn't decipher the music, only becoming more confused. So she decided to ignore it and cover her eyes with her horned wings, preparing to take a break… no, to observe the enemy's movements.

　Come to think of it, this is, after all, a national treasure of Letania. If a few young sorcerers could easily decipher it, wouldn't Letania's future be doomed?

　For the average person, it would take a long time to decipher this dense text. But it's called the 'Golden Movement,' and the emphasis is on the word 'movement' at the end.

　To understand the content and its meaning more easily and smoothly, you need to listen.

　"Musician".

　The Qilin Overlord waved his hand, sending the music to the penguin orchestra, which was already prepared and consisted entirely of the Emperor and a penguin.

　"play music."

　"I obey your command, Your Majesty the Great Primordial Celestial Venerable."

　The emperor placed the musical piece on the shelf in front of him, and then he raised his baton.

　The 108 members of the orchestra, who were transformed from the penguin beast lord, played this piece, turning everything in Letania into a musical extravaganza.

　In an instant, music filled the tower, shaking the heavens and the earth.

　As Theresa listened to the music, she felt a stirring in her heart, but the feeling was like a floating duckweed on the water, impossible to grasp.

　Ramalen knew more than her, and her research on banshee spells and Originium Arts was also more in-depth. In addition, after so many years of development, the banshee's 'Death Knell' had become deeply integrated with music. Therefore, while Theresa was still clueless, she was already immersed in it and listened with great interest.

　"..."

　Chen Lingxu's gaze swept over the Elector Marquis, who was looking nostalgic, and then he slapped Miss Blueberry next to him.

　The crisp sound was barely perceptible amidst the loud music, but the banshee was still struck by this crucial moment that had sparked her inspiration.

　"Well……"

　Lamaren was so struck that even her flower-like horns trembled slightly. She spread her horn wings and looked at the Qilin Overlord beside her with confusion and resentment.

　This guy, doing this at a time like this... it's really despicable. She almost made a breakthrough.

　"Listen with your ears. Don't presume to figure anything out from it."

　Chen Lingxu didn't care about her gaze. With Lamaren's level of skill, it was too early for her to kill with her eyes. For him, this kind of 'fierce' gaze was more of a spice to add to his leisure time.

　"Master...why?"

　Theresa bent down,

　He asked in a low voice about the reason for the Qilin.

　"Why all this nonsense?"

　"Well……"

　Having been scolded and slapped as well, Little Te pouted and straightened up, ready to concentrate on listening to the music. But then Qilin's voice rang out again.

　"Your skills are not up to par; you can't see the trick to it."

　Something's fishy about this piece? Is there something wrong with it?

　Theresa looked at Ramalen, the two best friends exchanging glances, both with the same question in their eyes.

　"His Majesty means that the Golden Melody has some discordant notes due to some internal affairs among the Letanians. If a sorcerer whose scholarship is not profound enough tries to take this opportunity to study its mysteries, he will most likely turn himself into a madman or an idiot."

　Anese appeared behind the Qilin, acting as Chen Lingxu's mouth double, explaining to the two Sarkaz some of the issues contained within the Golden Music Movement.