Chapter 37: Jostar’s Little Trap
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Madame Mosconi maintained her stern expression, but her gaze towards Lord Dio was no longer filled with disdain and anger. Instead, admiration welled up from the bottom of her heart.
“As Your Excellency said, Her Majesty is indeed a monarch beyond her time. I am but a humble scholar, only you, my lord, with your vast knowledge of the past and present, can truly understand Her Majesty’s greatness. This bow is also on behalf of Her Majesty to thank you for preventing the officers from misunderstanding Her Majesty’s good intentions!”
As she spoke, Madame Mosconi couldn’t help but become emotional.
Lord Dio’s words were too perfect!
The Empress of Eternal Night was a monarch beyond her time. Unlike other nobles who indulged in pleasure, she aimed to restore the empire’s glory!
How great she was!
Ordinary people could not comprehend her greatness. Fortunately, there was Lord Dio Brando, who saw the radiance illuminating the World emanating from the Empress.
From compiling the empire’s history to his speech today, Lord Dio had repeatedly prevented the Empress from being misunderstood, allowing the World to better understand her glory.
One practices without speaking, and the other speaks without practicing. Weren’t these two unstoppable when combined?
In the Maple Spirit Moon Shadow Palace, the Empress of Eternal Night, who was meditating, suddenly sneezed.
She rubbed her nose with a confused expression.
Who was speaking ill of me behind my back with such trivial matters?
In the North City Barracks, Roger finally understood the key to Madame Mosconi’s change in attitude.
So, this head maid was also an ardent fan of the Empress of Eternal Night.
If you praise the Empress, we are friends!
Although his “poisoned chicken soup” was meant to comfort the young officers, it had indeed praised the Empress of Eternal Night.
The same words made the officers believe he was a straightforward and outspoken historian.
Madame Mosconi, after hearing them, believed he was a fanatical admirer of the Empress.
Roger had to admit that this was a situation he had never foreseen.
And the angle of praise was fresh. Perhaps it would be treated as scripture and recited repeatedly by ardent fans?
One could only say that in the ears of a thousand listeners, there were a thousand Lord Dios.
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Six o’clock.
The mage accompanying Madame Mosconi had activated a teleportation gate back to the palace. However, she suddenly saw Roger walking with the crowd towards the banquet hall and asked in confusion, “Lord Brando, are you attending tonight’s celebration banquet?”
“Yes, a friend invited me, so I’m joining the fun.”
“Didn’t you say you were preparing to get off work at six and then rest…”
“Right, drinking and chatting, isn’t that a form of rest?”
“Then didn’t you ask me to revise the itinerary earlier to decline the celebration banquet?”
Madame Mosconi’s composure was about to shatter. She suspected this kid either had a screw loose or was deliberately toying with her.
Roger chuckled, “There’s no contradiction. Attending the celebration banquet on behalf of the Empress was the work you arranged for me; however, accepting Barton and the others’ invitation to the banquet is my chosen way of resting.”
Madame Mosconi knitted her brows, unable to fathom why Roger had gone to such lengths to end up attending the celebration banquet. What was he after?
Was he just playing with her?
But in the next second, she relaxed and bowed slightly to Roger.
“Lord Brando’s knowledge and insight are unparalleled in this World, beyond what we can comprehend. I wish you a happy evening tonight.”
Roger confirmed that Madame Mosconi’s tone was sincere and not mocking, and could only reply, “Thank you for your care today, Madam.”
“It is my duty. I hope for more opportunities to cooperate in the future.”
Madame Mosconi bowed slightly to him, her tone gentle, and returned to the palace.
Watching her retreating figure, Roger felt that Madame Mosconi must have misunderstood something, yet he didn’t know how to explain it.
I just wanted to slack off.
This was a new interpretation of lying flat, a test of system standards, and an exploration of the best posture for ultimate lounging in court.
This truly had nothing to do with knowledge or insight, Madam!
But ever since he declared the Empress of Eternal Night a monarch beyond her time, Madame Mosconi had firmly believed him to be one of the empire’s most learned individuals.
It was completely normal for her not to understand his actions.
After all, he was just a lowly head maid.
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Outside the Great Library in the Metropolis of Mysteries.
In an inconspicuous small eatery, a heavily hooded man was drinking one cup after another.
He appeared casual, but his attention was entirely focused on the patrons entering and exiting the Great Library opposite.
This person was none other than Jostar, the High Priest of War.
The Goddess of War, Tiber, once had believers among humans. After the empire banned the propagation of the Seven Gods’ churches, these believers went underground, awaiting the return of their gods to punish the arrogant Empress.
Even without supernatural powers, faith could drive people to madness, turning them into puppets of the gods.
What’s more, the gods in this World were real.
With the help of divine arts, the cultivation of fanatical believers became even easier.
Fanatics who had lost their conscience and bottom line were willing to do anything, even sacrifice their lives, just to gain a place in the divine kingdom after death.
Relying on intelligence from his hidden believers, Jostar learned that before the Empress of Eternal Night arranged the fake restoration army operation, she had spoken with a young man named Roger Charles.
“Did you think you would be safe by pretending to be a profligate and useless scion? The Goddess’s wisdom guides me!”
With the help of divine arts, Jostar confirmed that Roger was inextricably linked to the fake restoration army operation.
Therefore, he prepared to grant Roger the most brutal death.
However, the Charles Estate was heavily guarded.
After the Great Library was bombed once by the Empress of Eternal Night, its protective array was strengthened several times after reconstruction, and there was even a battle mage stationed there.
These were not suitable places to act.
Lambs could be sacrificed at any time, but a master shepherd like Jostar valued his life immensely.
He used divine arts to seize the mind of a servant at the Charles Estate. Upon confirming that Roger had teleported to the Great Library, he arranged an accident that temporarily disabled the Charles Estate’s teleportation array.
Then, Jostar ambushed Roger on the path he would inevitably take back to his estate.
Like the most skilled hunter, Jostar’s meticulous planning against an unsuspecting target resulted in a simple but effective trap for Roger.
He sat there, drinking, from noon until sunset, yet Roger did not emerge from the Great Library.
“Interesting.”
Jostar did not feel impatient.
As a top hunter, he naturally possessed top-tier patience.
Time passed, and the lamps were lit.
It was not until late into the night.
Roger finally emerged from the Great Library.
The hunter’s patience was running out.
Jostar could hardly believe that a useless younger brother could spend an entire day reading in the Great Library?
He became even more convinced that this was the target the Goddess sought.
Without such diligent study, how could this Roger have devised a more vicious scheme than the Empress of Eternal Night, right?
The owner of the small eatery looked at the customer with some hesitation and wanted to speak but stopped.
It was long past dinner time. Normally, he would have closed up shop by now.
However, this guest who had been waiting there all this time emanated a terrifying aura that grew stronger, making him afraid to ask him to leave.
“Hmph!”
Jostar slammed a bag of gold coins onto the table. “You can go home now.”
The eatery owner picked up the bag and weighed it, stunned.
These gold coins were enough to buy five of his shops.
He immediately realized something and turned to flee.
This person had paid so much money just to wait at his shop; his goal must be enormous…
He had to run quickly to avoid getting caught in the crossfire!
“I will not lose to a scion, especially when this night will be incredibly lively… Heh heh, let’s see how long you can endure!”
Jostar poured himself another drink, suppressing the impatience in his eyes.
He had made up his mind to compete with that Roger in patience tonight!
In terms of intellect and strategy, he would never lose!
After all, he was the champion of the holding-breath competition!
