"King Charles." A government official was holding a stack of parchment in his hand and cautiously approached it, as if he was carrying some time bomb.

"Tell me." Charlie narrowed his eyes slightly, found a comfortable sitting position on the throne, and said with a smile, "It seems important, so tell me quickly."

The king is the nominal supreme ruler, and he has the right to interfere in all internal affairs of the country. Of course, this is only in name. In fact, the king's rights have been weakened a lot, overtly or covertly. This is an indisputable fact.

But as for Charlie, everyone doesn't know what this madman is going to do. So far, he has not issued a series of laws that would tear the entire country apart again, and everyone is grateful to him.

"After the implementation of the Orcs Act, cases of orcs wounding people became more and more frequent."

"Well," Charlie nodded matter-of-factly, "As long as they get used to it."

"But, look, Your Majesty the King." The official took two steps forward and handed the parchment in his hand to King Charles. "The orc crime rate, which was obviously reduced before... I don't know why it has suddenly skyrocketed recently.

!”

The official pointed to the table in front of him. The very intuitive bar chart showed that the orc crime rate had soared by 2,000 percent in the past week! It was even higher than the crime rate before the decree was issued!

"So, can the Orc Management Department handle this matter?"

"Your Majesty the King, what is even more strange is that every time the orcs finish their work, they disappear for some reason! Out of thin air!"

"What do you mean?" Charlie frowned, feeling a little irritated, "They just disappeared? Disappeared?"

"No! They obviously have a purpose to target us... Several parties involved said that the appearance of the orcs who robbed and worked as handymen actually overlapped!"

"Then why can't you catch it..." A sharp light flashed in Charlie's eyes.

"We don't know for the moment...but now we must ask His Majesty to let go of the Brotherhood's manpower and strengthen the defense force."

"Isn't there a security secretary?"

"Secretary of Security..." the official smiled awkwardly, "with little effect... because most things happened too suddenly, like a blitzkrieg."

Charlie patted the throne, but a ferocious smile appeared on his face: "Then...I know, we must increase our efforts to find out the truth."

Orcs...such creatures only waste resources...

Charlie waved his hand so that the officer could go back to duty, with a sharp murderous intent in his eyes.

At this time, in the warm and transparent Palace of Portello, Marshall was still practicing how to swing his sword with William.

There are still three or four days to go before it's time to go out for training. Marshall heard from William that this time they were escorting a magic item from the Vatican to the Orc Zone, Shura.

Charlie already knew the specific situation, so he just nodded in agreement without saying any more.

"Princess...you can take a rest."

Now Marshall has made greater progress. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because of a lack of brain power. Now it’s hard for Marshall to feel the fatigue coming from her body. As long as she doesn’t tear her muscles, she can always be so boring.

Keep practicing in a monotonous manner.

"Huh...huh..." Marshall's body has not become too strong due to practice, but has become slimmer and leaner.

Her body now contains an indescribable power, perhaps the result of the past few days of training.

Marshall skillfully took the towel that was thrown at him, loosened his golden single ponytail, breathed a long sigh of relief, and carefully wiped the sweat off his body.

This was just the time for small talk, but never too much, and William couldn't talk too much to this poor guy.

Thousands of words are stuck in my throat, but I can't speak... It's really a helpless thing.

As for the matter between Dong and Xia, both of them tacitly kept silent, as if they were maintaining a strange balance. If they talked about it, the result would probably not be so good.

"Shura...well, where is it?" Marshall pursed her lips, and the look in her eyes showed her concern for this matter.

"Next to [City of Stars] Philabi, but we have to pass through [Land of Desire], Sisig, on the way."

"[Land of Desire]?" Marshall muttered quietly, "Land of Desire..."

"Sisig is the support point of the Yaris currency system, because most of the gold and silver ores across the country are produced here." William handed Marshall a bottle of light salt water and urged her to drink it. "Compared to [The City of Stars]

], the situation in the [Land of Desire] is much more chaotic. After all, everyone wants to make a fortune here, and there are a lot of bandits.”

"Really..." Marshall narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"This is just an opportunity for experience," William whispered, "and an opportunity for us to truly communicate."

Marshall's eyes lit up, and he quickly and hurriedly covered up the excitement in his eyes, pursed his lips tightly, and nodded.

"Haha... What a sin..." William smiled, "I will lay a good foundation for you in these two years. After that, you can go to the Knight Academy in Yaris to practice."

Marshall just nodded and immediately broke into a sincere and bright smile.

"Thanks."

"I'm taking you out this time to show you the real world outside." William then said, "When that guy Ai Wanni is alive, he will never let you go out... You are a good girl.

..."

"You will succeed." William held the [Golden Rose] in his hand and whispered.

The female king... is not bad either.

"So, will we see orcs in the orc zone?"

"Of course, we will also meet some when escorting the items." William has hired a group of orcs in advance, mainly large carnivores, so that they can act as bodyguards.

In his opinion, the only advantages of orcs are their rough skin and thick flesh, and their immense strength. And... they eat a lot...

They will then disguise themselves as a caravan and haul several batches of goods.

Well, this is definitely not because he wants to make some extra money.

...

Time flies, the magic sun on the swing rises and falls again.

It's evening in spring at the Plum Grove Holy Land, and flowers are flying in the sky.

King Charles was sitting down in a wooden house, looking at the nervous Cheney in front of him with a playful expression.

"How's the experiment going?"

Cheney curled his fingers, looking reserved, and finally plucked up the courage to speak.

"There has been some progress now. We can use the incomplete life spell to graft some of the characteristics of the rune creatures onto the human body."

"Oh?" Charlie nodded, crossed his hands and put them on his chest, "So, what kind of effect will it have?"

"A fundamental improvement in the level of magic power...but...it may cause the human body to undergo a deeper semi-demon transformation, leading to confusion of consciousness."

"So that means that apart from going crazy, there won't be any other side effects, right?"

"Also, the subject's body will change according to the characteristics of the rune creature...the body's functions will undergo huge changes, for example, it can crush stones with bare hands, etc."

"Haha..." Charlie smiled, "I think it's fine. It's okay to be a little crazy. After all, I'm already crazy enough."

He actually said directly that he...

"Speaking of which," a joking smile appeared on Charlie's lips, "Where is your [Perfect Container]?"

really......

Cheney's breathing suddenly became panicked.

The "original old man" said that he would eventually set his sights on Merlin.

What is even more puzzling is that the Presbyterians actually passed the compromise proposal.

"As long as Merlin is handed over, we can continue our plan. Abandoning the pawn to save the chariot is the best way. Since one succeeds, there will be a second one."

Cheney retorted at the time that King Charles might swallow up Merlin, but the other party's answer was that they have the World Tree.

"So, when can the first grafting be performed on me? I'm looking forward to it." Charlie squinted his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Very, soon..."

He seemed completely crazy.

"How many years does [Perfect Container] have to mature?" Charlie stood up and said seemingly casually.

"And...almost thirteen years."

"I can afford to wait. By then, Yaris should also have some huge changes."

Cheney was about to stand up, but when he heard these words, his heart was slightly shocked.

Immediately, she forced out a smile, leaned down and watched King Charles walk down the wooden house that belonged to the Presbyterian Church.

I don’t know what happened to Sheldon and the others...
Chapter completed!