Chapter 912 Reformer

Stone pillars surround the courtyard, as if supporting the sky and the earth, creating a huge space. Stairs and corridors intersect, and employees walk silently, like precise mechanical components, driving the high-speed operation of the behemoth.

This is not the first time that Osana has dealt with the Order Bureau. She had negotiated with the Order Bureau long before she surpassed her brothers and sisters, and even her father, and inherited the honor of the Duke.

These real rulers of the Rhine Alliance came in a dark night, confirmed the overlap of power with the new Duke, and left silently before sunrise.

The Order Bureau, the mysterious Order Bureau, even if they live on the same land, Osana's understanding of them is limited to books and legends.

Before coming, Osana tried to imagine all kinds of possibilities in her mind, trying to build a clear image of these mysterious people in her mind, but those images all fell apart after arriving in the reclamation room.

Without the need to observe carefully with her eyes, Osana could feel the heaviness and power of the reclamation room with the sharpness of her own etheric perception. After decades of operation, the Order Bureau has built it into a fortress.

Osana lamented the technological innovation of the Order Bureau. Since the unity and division during the Scorched Earth Rage, the Order Bureau has developed rapidly, while the Secret Group has fallen into stagnation. She always felt that they, a group of conservative nobles, would be eliminated sooner or later.

"That's all."

A voice sounded, and he complained in a low voice, "These people in the Order Bureau are completely against tradition. What are they?"

Osana turned her head and heard Rolf continue to say, "These bastards blasphemed the sacredness of the Condensers."

"Be quiet, Rolf, we are guests."

Osana's voice became stern. Facing Osana's scolding, Rolf honestly shut his mouth, but his eyes kept wandering around, showing disdain to every staff member who looked at him.

After making Rolf honest, Osana sighed helplessly.

All members of the Secrets Group are ancient extraordinary nobles. When faced with the invitation of the Order Bureau, everyone chose their own ancient honor and refused to integrate into this huge alliance.

At first, the Secrets Group relied on ancient knowledge to occupy a certain leading position, but with the changes of the times, the development speed of the Order Bureau exceeded their imagination, and now it has completely crushed the Secrets Group.

The Order Bureau rarely cares about the Secrets Group. As long as they remain stable in the Rhine Alliance, the Order Bureau will not have any opinions about them.

Osana knew that this was not a concession from the Order Bureau to the Secrets Group. It was just that the Secrets Group was of no use to the Order Bureau.

Osana came for this trip.

"How long do they want us to wait?" said another man, his name was Soti.

Osana took a deep breath, silently clenched his fists, and whispered, "Quiet, don't let me talk nonsense anymore."

Several people looked at each other, and even if they were unwilling in their hearts, they still shut up honestly.

They are a group of bastards who are proud of their ancient noble status, but Osana is more noble than them. In the face of power, they can only surrender.

After complaining, they remained silent, and their eyes silently swept over the staff around them. The staff had long heard about the difficulty of the Secret Group, and ignored their condescending gaze.

Compared with those complicated historical factors, there is a simple and straightforward reason to explain the relationship between the Secret Group and the Order Bureau.

City people look at country people.

The Order Bureau is a country person.

Rolf and Soti were complaining, and the staff were also complaining.

"Every time I negotiate with the Secret Group, I want to apply for work injury." One staff member whispered.

"Did they beat you?" another asked back.

"No, I just feel disgusted talking to them," the staff member said, "I have never seen such arrogant people. It's a different era, but they are still hiding in the dark and claiming to be extraordinary nobles. Look at their clothes, aren't they uncomfortable to wear?"

"I have read similar truths in books. Some people will refuse modernization and feel superior by maintaining their old traditions."

"This is quite appropriate to describe them. They regard their own glory as everything."

"No, the essence is that they are afraid of change, afraid that the changes in the world will take away everything they have, afraid to accept new ideas and a new world, so they cling to the so-called glory to comfort themselves."

The whispers of the staff could not escape Osana's ears. She was calm and not disturbed at all until the elevator door opened and a staff member strode towards Osana.

Osana didn't know his name or his position, but she could feel the weak ether released deliberately from the man.

The defender.

"Hello, I'm Holt, the leader of the fourth team."

Holt briefly introduced himself and extended his hand to Osana.

"Osana, one of the four dukes of the Secret Group."

Osana nodded gently and shook hands with Holt. After a simple courtesy, Holt turned around and walked away quickly, raising his hand to signal Osana to follow him.

Holt said without turning his head, "The time of your visit is a bit unfortunate. Normally, we would arrange accommodation for you and meet you the next day."

Osana followed up and said, "I value this meeting very much and don't want to waste any time."

Holt glanced sideways and glanced at Osana, "You are a little different from the Secrets Group in my impression."

"Why?" Osana smiled, "Not so arrogant?"

"Almost. You are one of the few people who can be a little humble. As for the others... they are really annoying."

Holt commented on the Secrets Group without any hesitation, "You are more than extraordinary nobles in your own territory, you are simply the king."

Osana kept a stiff smile. She knew that there would be another series of accusations against the Secrets Group. The mistakes made by the predecessors have now fallen on her, and she has no way to defend herself.

Holt asked casually, "What do you want to do this time?"

"I need to see Nathanir." Osana said firmly.

"Okay, okay, in fact, I can guess something without asking... Are you a reformist in the Secrets Group?" Holt said to himself.

"Yeah."

Osana responded helplessly.

Holt laughed, "You want to change the corrupt Secrets Group, relying on your own strength? This is too difficult."

"So I came to seek help from the Order Bureau."

"Let the Order Bureau help you solve those opposing voices? You know the contract, we don't interfere with each other, let alone military assistance."

Holt saw it very clearly, he continued, "Besides, the Secrets Group has been high and mighty for too long, so long that your corrupt glory has become inertial, this is no longer a problem that can be solved by killing a few people."

Osana stopped, "I just want to avoid the darkest future."

Holt stood there hesitating for a while, repeatedly looking at Osana, his sharp eyes cutting through her body like a knife, carving cracks and blood lines on every inch of her skin.

"Night Clan?" Holt asked tentatively.

Osana said nothing, just looked at Holt coldly.

"Okay."

Holt released his own ether, which immediately alerted Rolf and Soti. When they noticed Holt's high-pitched guardian power, they realized that their vigilance was meaningless.

The ether distorted the surrounding matter. Holt gracefully stretched out his hand, as if inviting Osana to dance. Osana hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out her hand and placed it on Holt's palm.

"You have a high authority in the reclamation room?"

Osana noticed the distortion of the surrounding winding paths. The reclamation room was moving them to an unknown location.

"Almost." Holt said.

"But you are just a guardian."

Osana knew that the guardian might be a high-ranking figure in the Secret Group, but in the Order Bureau, the guardian was just a sharper blade.

This is the fundamental difference between the Secret Group and the Order Bureau. One regards the extraordinary as the exclusive power of the aristocracy, and the other only regards it as a tool.

Therefore, the Order Bureau developed rapidly, the Alchemy Matrix was iterating at an astonishing speed, and the Secrets Group had already entered a period of decay and was in urgent need of change.

"Yes, I'm just a defender," Holt said nonchalantly, "but my transformation ceremony will be held soon, and they just handed over the authority of the Glory to me in advance."

Looking at Osana's shocked expression, Holt's ether gathered, and the winding path swallowed the two of them, and disappeared directly on the spot.

Rolf and Soti looked at each other. Their own duke ran away with someone. Looking at the many staff around them, they didn't know what to do for a while, and even their arrogance weakened a bit.

In the darkness of the reclamation room, Osana opened her eyes. In the turbid shadows, a ray of light fell, and she saw the vague figure sitting in the darkness.

"Welcome, Duke Osana of the Secrets Group."

A deep voice sounded, and then he stood up, and his vague outline looked extremely tall.

"Back then, I finalized the contract with your father here."

Naisaniel walked out of the shadows. He looked much older than before, as if time had finally caught up with him.

Osana saluted Naisaniel and then told him the purpose of her trip.

"The Secret Order needs a reform to completely destroy the so-called extraordinary nobles."

Naisaniel was not surprised by this, but whispered, "This will be a civil war."

"To scrape away the pus, there will always be a price to pay."

Osana's eyes were firm.

In the summoning room, Holt's figure silently retreated, leaving only Osana and Naisaniel. There were bursts of coldness around, as if a cold wind was blowing constantly.

Naisaniel raised his hand to signal, and then Osana felt a pair of big hands pressing on her shoulders, forcing her to sit down, and a chair in the dark steadily caught her.

"A duke came in person. It seems that the situation inside the Secret Order has become worse to a certain extent." Naisaniel's words were a bit mocking.

Osana couldn't help but sigh, "The isolation of the self and the monopoly of power have caused the internal corruption to become very serious. I long for a reform to save the Order of Secrets, but the radicals regard me as their mortal enemy."

"This is natural. Although there are not many connections between the Bureau of Order and the Secret Groups, I know very well what the radical faction within you is thinking... I guess they want to break the contract and come to the world, right?" Nathaniel shook his head helplessly as he spoke, "The Sublime Ones are existences beyond human beings, and they should rule this land openly. I'm tired of hearing similar rhetoric."

"But the Sublime One is indeed a being beyond human beings and should lead the advancement of human civilization." Osana couldn't help but retort.

Nathaniel glanced at her with disappointment, "I thought you were different from other old-fashioned guys and wouldn't hold the idea that the Sublime One is supreme."

"But this is an indisputable fact. Sublime ones are more powerful than humans."

Osana's voice turned weak, as if giving in to Nathaniel, "I do think so, but I'm not as extreme as the radicals."

"extreme……"

Nathaniel tasted the word for a moment, then threw it behind him, "Let's talk about some important things first."

"contract……"

As soon as Osana finished speaking, she was interrupted by Nathaniel.

"No, no, I'm not talking about the contract. It's not important right now."

Nathaniel's eyes sharpened, and Osana's heart couldn't help but feel like she was being stared at by some terrible weirdness.

"What I want to know is, NightClan."

Nathaniel asked, "Is the Night Clan's activity in the territory related to your secret group?"

"Nothing," Osana replied forcefully, "This is a very serious accusation."

"Are you sure? Are the extremists in the Secret Group really not going to cooperate with the Night Clan?"

Nathaniel's voice became softer as he spoke, "Ever since the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, the differences between us have never been eliminated. We feel that the Sublime ones are just powerful mortals, but you think that the Sublime ones are beyond human beings. Existence... the Night Clan feels the same way.”

Osana took a deep breath, and after controlling her emotions, she said, "Deputy Director Nathaniel, the purpose of my coming to the Bureau of Order this time is not to accept your trial, but to discuss the continuation of the contract."

"Should we continue to fulfill the contract and not interfere with each other, or..."

"Or what? Tear up the contract and start a war with the Bureau of Order?" Nathaniel was very aggressive today. He said nonchalantly, "Do you think the current group of secrets is capable of starting a war with the Bureau of Order?"

Osana said without changing her expression, "Even if you don't have the ability, this will be a big trouble for the Bureau of Order, and you won't like this choice."

"Then I guess if you continue to fulfill the contract, you will put forward many conditions that will make me unhappy."

Nathaniel observed Osana's microexpression, and he knew he had guessed correctly.

"With the advancement of science and technology and the development of productivity, your conservative aristocratic ideas are no longer feasible. The area originally negotiated by the Order Bureau and you can no longer accommodate your development. You need more land and more land. A lot of power. Am I right?”

Osana was silent for a while and nodded helplessly.

"Then this meeting, the four dukes should have come to see me together, why are you the only one?"

Nathaniel continued, "I think the remaining three dukes are what you and I would call radicals, and you are here to seek help to mediate this potential crisis."

Osana knew that Nathaniel had seen through everything, so she did not hide anything and spoke.

"The pressure within the Secret Group is getting bigger and bigger. There are more and more so-called noble bloodlines. Even homeless people on the street can find prominent names one by one if they follow the bloodline. If these are not enough The problem is that the closed-minded and backward thinking has seriously restricted the development of the Secret Group, and even the alchemy matrix that we are most proud of has gradually fallen behind. "

"The radicals are eager to expand outward, but this is undoubtedly a violation of the contract and they know it."

Osana said wearily, "They are seeking war, and I am trying to prevent it."

"One question, why do the radicals think that going to war outside can solve the current problem? Do they think they have the ability to fight against the Bureau of Order?"

Nathaniel asked a crucial question.

"Or is there some external force that is influencing them, making them feel that they can fight against the Bureau of Order?"

Osana was speechless, and Nathaniel waved goodbye to her.

"Get some rest first, guest. We have plenty of time to discuss this next."

The darkness quickly dissipated, and when the vision returned, Osana was back in the courtyard, exactly where she had just disappeared.

She felt confused about the uncertain future, but tonight, she was not the only one who was equally confused.

Boluogo opened his eyes and finally fell asleep, but he woke up soon after and looked at the time. It was still a long time before dawn.

A nameless feeling of irritation arose in Boluogo's heart.

"The Soulless is an excellent container, capable of containing many strange things."

Boluogo closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

Through Saqin's memory, Bologo was able to determine that he himself was a soulless person, and that the soul that filled him came from King Solomon.

The lost soul is thrown from the material world into the void boundary of the etheric world, and then obtains the coordinates of another world.

The memory in Boluogo's mind is the coordinates of the world. Once the devil completely obtains himself, it also completely obtains the coordinates of the world.

The material world will not be freed from the devil's hands, but will cause another world to fall into the same disaster.

Blogo didn't know what King Solomon wanted to do. He didn't know what the deal with Leviathan was.

Is the soul really necessary for himself and the soulless?

What if he lost all his souls?

There were too many questions that he couldn't figure out, and Blogo no longer chose to consume himself, but sought the simplest and most straightforward solution.

Sitting up, Blogo picked up the paper on the bedside table, which was an application document.

Blogo's application for promotion to the defender.