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

　"If we leave it alone, wouldn't that... plunge Letania into chaos...?"

　In the past few days, Theresa had learned a general understanding of the history of their country and the importance of the Golden Melody, but now, hearing what Agnese said, she immediately thought of something bad that was about to happen.

　"If we don't make changes, it will definitely stay like this in the future. But for now..."

　Anesse glanced at the Elector, who knew perfectly well that the Golden Melody was flawed, yet still wanted to become emperor, to sit on that throne, and to gamble his own life and the lives of all the Letanians on a path to riches and glory.

　"As we all know, if the code has bugs but you can still run it, don't touch it."

　The Qilin Overlord spoke in a language that Theresa couldn't understand.

　Is this probably a proverb from the Beast Kingdom from ten thousand years ago?

　However, based on the information she currently has, she can roughly guess the meaning of the sentence.

　The Golden Law Movement may have its flaws, but if you don't have the ability to fix it, then don't meddle. Forget what might happen in the future; right now, I'm betting it won't fall apart during my term, betting the lives of all the Lytanians.

　Chapter Fifty: The Beast Princess

　Even with the slightest problem, the Golden Melody, as the foundation of Letania, still resonates deeply through the performance of the great emperor, a musical master.

　The song ended, but the lingering melody resonated long afterward.

　"not bad."

　The Golden Melody, huh, it's not bad?

　If the Qilin Overlord's comments were to get out, it would definitely cause a huge uproar in Letania, and every Letanian would have to condemn the person who left the comments.

　"It is an honor for Letania to hear your voice."

　Recalling the past, Horn withdrew his nostalgic emotions and bowed once more to the people of the gods before him.

　It wasn't that he was so polite; as an elector, a single glance from him in his territory was enough to decide the life or death of a commoner, and even a baron or viscount was nothing in his eyes. But in the shadow of this tower, he remained merely a humble and courteous music apprentice.

　From the moment he first met the divine being before him, an inexplicable feeling had been restraining all his rudeness and arrogance, as if, deep down, as an Elafia (a deer-people), he was obligated to dedicate everything to the other.

　This is truly bizarre. Moreover, in Letania, the Music Emperor, whom everyone reveres, actually refers to himself as the other party's servant and does not object to his orders at all... All of this proves that the other party is indeed a being from ancient legends.

　The Crystallization Era propelled the development of civilization, but in the Dark Tide Era, which preceded the Crystallization Era, the Golden Melody already existed in its rudiments. Some of the history of Letania before its formation was hidden in a corner of the Golden Melody, while much more was passed down orally and gradually transformed into ancient legends told by wind and rain in the woodlands and mountains.

　In these unverifiable legends, there are quite a few immortal beings similar to the Emperor Penguin.

　Those ordinary people of Letania may never know whether these people really exist, but they are scions of the Electoral family, so they naturally know many secrets of this land.

　"Now, speak your wish, Deerman. In modern terms, it should be, Elafia."

　The Qilin Overlord's words sounded like charity, but this condescending tone and attitude actually stirred a sense of joy in Horn's heart.

　Oh, my old beast lord, this is really strange.

　Horn suppressed the strange emotions in his heart. He was definitely not a slut, and he didn't have the weird habit of getting excited when people looked at him with disdain. In fact, anyone who dared to sneer at him would get a beating.

　"As you can see, the great... Primordial Celestial Venerable."

　He heard the penguin, the emperor of music, address the person before him.

　He had been desperately reciting the ancient melody in his mind, just so he wouldn't mispronounce it.

　“I am Horn Hochberg, the steward of the Electoral family of Ston, Letania. I have come to pay my respects today to invite you to a banquet with the Music Emperor.”

　"banquet?"

　"Yes, Your Majesty. This banquet is to select the leaders who will guide Letania to greater prosperity in the next century."

　He cleverly avoided using the title of Emperor of Letania, instead referring to himself as the ruler of a region. This way, he neither displeased the music emperor nor offended the more exalted ancient figure before him. Appropriate humility would earn him more favor.

　"pleasure.

　"I need to know what is so interesting about this banquet that will truly amuse me."

　He had already seen the Golden Melody; what else could Letania possibly offer to attract him?

　Are we going to use a honey trap?

　Horn had just seen the two Sarkaz slaves beside the Kirin Overlord.

　Regardless of race, both of them are considered exceptional beauties; ordinary women simply cannot compare to them.

　Horn thought for a moment, and then an idea came to him.

　"I imagine that since you've just arrived in Letania, you may not have heard of the legend of the once-in-a-millennium beauty of Letania."

　"Oh?"

　A once-in-a-millennium beauty?

　Chen Lingxu did indeed become somewhat interested.

　"That is the little princess of the former emperor of Letania, and the future heir of the Elector family. Her beauty is unparalleled. Two sons of the Electors once pursued her. One was willing to exchange his family's wealth, which was comparable to that of a country, for her favor. The other was willing to offer his vast estate and countless troops as her supporters."

　The story is exaggerated. After hearing what the Elector Marquis said, the female demon princess standing next to the Qilin covered her eyes with her horned wings and then rolled her eyes fiercely.

　Her beauty, if not unparalleled in a thousand years among female demons, would be close to once in a hundred. For the other party to casually claim she's a once-in-a-millennium beauty is simply treating her like a fool.

　"but……"

　Changing the subject, Horn added:

　"The little princess's beauty was so stunning that she was cursed by a wizard, who turned her into a... beast. Before the wizard left, he said that only true love could break the princess's curse, but now that she is a beast princess, people don't even dare to approach her, let alone find true love."

　But what does this have to do with the banquet?

　"For some reason, that princess suddenly found the courage to appear at this banquet and bring glory to her family. I think the princess's current appearance might make you laugh."

　He didn't know the preferences of the overlord of the gods before him, but whoever it was, wouldn't mind taking a look at some novel animals they had never seen before.

　"Really? That takes a lot of courage."

　Ignoring the stares from both sides, Chen Lingxu accepted the invitation. He wanted to see what these sisters were really like, and he definitely wasn't going there just for fun.

　"..."

　What a despicable fellow! He's completely unmoved by this horrific scene and even seems to be enjoying it... Sigh, how heartbroken that girl must be to discover she's been turned into a beast.

　Ramalyn unconsciously touched her face. If she were cursed to become an ugly bird-headed monster, she would be devastated.

　Theresa, on the other side, seemed thoughtful. If she wanted to pique the interest of the Qilin Overlord in something, instead of trying to please him, she should take a different approach and use another method to make him want to explore it on his own initiative.

　"……call."

　The mission was successfully accomplished.

　Horn felt full of energy and could walk down the five floors of the tower in one go without getting tired.

　The primary goal of meeting the music emperor penguin has been achieved. Based on past experience, being able to get the other party to come forward is already a tacit endorsement. Now, he has also made another ancient being, whom even this senior penguin respects, interested in his family. He is now more than sure that he will get the emperor's throne.

　Another point is hidden in the shadow of this visit. He didn't mention the fight between Qilin and that Sarkaz warlock in the city at all, but his words and actions, whether it was taking the initiative to bring a copy of the Golden Melody or inviting the other party to the banquet, all indicated that he already knew about it and had resolved this minor matter for him.

　These kinds of rules, which are not usually written in the official documents but are often included as bonus points in practice, are also not to be ignored.

　Horn believed that his perfect performance would surely please the Primordial Celestial.

　Chapter 51 Two becomes one, one becomes three

　The Hochberg family's visit to the tower had already been discovered by spies from other families, and Horn made no attempt to conceal it upon returning home, even claiming that distinguished guests would soon be visiting the Hochberg family.

　Some people congratulate you, while others are jealous.

　The Rupercan region, located in the southeastern part of Letania, is geographically closest to Syracuse, and therefore their racial composition is quite similar, with the Ruper and Pero races being the most numerous.

　However, as Syracuse's 'brother' region, although it cast its vote to remove Syracuse from the Electorate in the previous election, its status among the nine regions is only slightly higher than Syracuse's.

　This time, however, the Hochberg family received so much support that the electoral families in other regions didn't want to offend them too much. After all, they would still be "family" eating at the same table in the future, and it would be impolite to fight each other. So they tacitly agreed and found a region to compete with the Hochberg family on their behalf.

　The Electoral family of the Rubicon region was honored to become this sword.

　Of course, the electors of the other regions didn't send it on a risky mission for nothing. Those with manpower contributed manpower, those with strength contributed strength, and those with money contributed money. They actually managed to make the matter quite successful and prosperous. It seemed that the Rubekan region really had a chance to compete with the Hochberg family for the fate of Letania for the next hundred years.

　"Damn it, that Horn is a bastard born of a maid in Hochberg."

　"Such a lucky break! He's so arrogant!"

　A wolf slammed its fist on the table, furious.

　"What's the rush? What's the hurry? It's not like we have no chance of winning at all."

　Beside him stood another man, as steady as a rock, seemingly unconcerned about the Hochberg family's grand gestures.

　"You know perfectly well that if that guy gets just one more vote, the game is over. And Hochberg and Lancaster are so close. This banquet is supposed to be a friendly exchange, but isn't it just a way to get that little Lancaster girl's vote?"

　With five-ninths of the vote and Syracuse no longer able to participate in the election, what do the people of Rubokham have to compete with Shitong?

　“Remember, our goal is to acquire money and goods to strengthen our Lubercan, not to compete for the throne. Those people want to compete for it but dare not, so they put us out as their spokespeople.”

　He is more mature and has a longer-term vision than his brother.

　He knew, of course, that Lubokan was the scoundrel, and no matter the election results, the nobles of Shitong territory would not give them a friendly look, but so what?

　Rubekham and Syracuse are neighbors, and the two regions are in very similar situations. Syracuse is being raided by the Sarkaz in the north, while Rubekham is being raided by the Sarkaz in the southeast, and they even have to be wary of Victoria coming to plunder them. Without outside support, they would likely become poorer and poorer with each battle. But now they have an opportunity to get goods and money from all three regions, and the only price is to put on a show and get some disdainful looks along the way. How wonderful is that?

　"...I understand the logic...sigh. But just thinking about that guy's smug face makes me want to vomit."

　"Hehe, don't worry, there are plenty of people who are more anxious than us."

　Indeed, some people are already as anxious as ants on a hot pan, wishing Hochberg would die immediately.

　"Sigh... Is there any way to make Hochberg fail?"

　The old sheep sighed, but its gaze drifted unnoticed toward the consultant it had hired at great expense.

　It was her idea to make Rubokhan a scapegoat to compete with Shitongling, and it was also her doing to unite the other two regions and Rubokhan to facilitate this deal. Now, Hochberg is about to win the final vote and the support of the music emperor in the tower. What will happen next?

　"I have three solutions here, the best, the middle, and the worst, that can resolve this matter. I will explain them one by one, and the Duke can make a decision after listening."

　"Alright, alright, please tell me clearly, Ms. Advisor, which three strategies you are referring to."

　The man remained silent, but simply took out three scrolls of paper. The fact that the Marquis of Xuan had taken the first one suggested it was the best course of action.

　The text above reads: "The one who tied the knot must untie it."

　"what do you mean……"

　"Please take another look."

　Old Yang took out a second piece of paper, opened it, and wrote on it: "Let us drink from the golden cup together, but let us not spare each other with the white blade."

　"This……"

　Without the other person saying anything, he took out a third piece of paper. When he opened it, this time there were no words, but a wolf drawn on it with a quill pen.

　Old Yang was no longer the naive young man he once was; he could naturally see the almost identical yet different meanings on the three pieces of paper.

　After inwardly marveling at the advisor's ruthlessness, he stroked his goatee, pondering which path would yield the greatest benefit for him.

　"Alas, we will eventually have to work together with the same country again."

　He sighed, then took all three pieces of paper into his hand without tearing them up, but simply rearranged them, changing their order.

　"Let's start with that little girl from the Lancaster family."

　One side was opening champagne halfway through the banquet, while the other side was secretly plotting something. Chen Lingxu was already quite looking forward to the fun at this banquet.

　But before that, he needs to find a female companion to go with him.

　"Which of you two wants to seize this opportunity?"

　The Qilin Overlord sat on the bed, looking at the foot-washing maid in front of him and the sewing maid over there, and could only lament that he had no one to rely on, and that one day he would have to attend a banquet with the Sarkaz.

　"Hmm...going to a banquet..."

　Theresa's fingertips traced the robe in front of her. She wanted to go, but when she thought about how she had just been an ordinary tailor, never having even had a proper family gathering, let alone a banquet, she worried that if she went and made a mistake and embarrassed herself, it wouldn't just be her who would suffer.

　"Gulp... Why are you looking at me like that?"

　Although she had learned a lot from Theresa, theoretical knowledge was just that—theoretical. The fact that Ramallen didn't flinch at the sight of a Qilin was a testament to her courage. Therefore, when both women were staring at her, the banshee merely flapped her horned wings, offering only a token retort.

　"Since you have volunteered so readily, then I, the king, will grant you permission, you sorceress, to be my companion at this grand feast."

　"I don't want to... I mean, why does it have to be the two of us? My... respected... master..."

　After saying those words, Lamarle felt that her smile must be stiff and her teeth must be clenched to pieces.

　“Otherwise what? Am I supposed to lead Agnese there by the hand? This is a banquet, not a hunting competition. Of course, only women like you, who have received a proper aristocratic education, are qualified to stand by my side.”

　Qilin's tone suddenly softened, and his hand covered the banshee's head. But Lamaren felt he wasn't being kind; if she accepted this kind of flattery, she would surely be the one in trouble...

　The succubus gently turned her head, her red eyes falling on the one who was still focused intently.