Chapter 198: The Rules of Survival of the Imperial Capital

Chapter 198: The Rules of Survival of the Imperial Capital Finally arrived at the Imperial Capital!"

Russell, who had been on tenterhooks for two days, finally saw the city known as the oldest in the world.

This city has a history of two thousand years. It suffered a fatal blow a thousand years ago, but in the end the Solomon Empire still survived and was reborn.

"Huh? This asymmetrical style is really anti-human!" The first thing Russell noticed was the extremely asymmetrical architectural style.

This is also the "gene" engraved in the national spirit of the Solomon Empire.

Although this style has weakened slightly after entering the Fifth Age, it is really awkward for Russell, a soul who has adapted to the symmetrical style, to come to such an imperial capital.

"Is this Mr. Russell Gustave?" Someone from the "Artisan Church" has already come to greet the "genius" Russell.

"Yes!" Russell nodded reservedly and followed the priest to the largest church in the imperial capital. It was also the largest "artisan" church besides the main altar.

Russell was walking on this asymmetrical street when he suddenly saw some figures that caught his attention.

"Who are those people?" Russell asked the priest.

What he actually cared about was a group of people wearing dark robes. Their robes all had a gold coin-shaped badge on their chest.

The priest followed Russell's gaze and said with a sudden look on his face, "Those are the people from Dream Castle."

"Dream Castle? Can you introduce it to me? My knowledge of the Imperial City is really limited."

"Yes," the priest agreed happily. He originally had the task of leading this "genius" from a small city to understand the imperial capital.

"Dream Castle, this is probably the most aloof ducal palace in our empire. It never participates in any public activities, and few people know the conditions inside."

"But what is certain is that the legendary Duke of Dreams is still alive!"

"Huh?!" Russell's eyes were shocked, "The Duke of Dreams is still alive? That was a figure from two thousand years ago!"

What an old man!

"Dream Duke is already an angel on earth, but it's a pity that no one can see this Duke. Maybe he has already left the imperial capital."

"Artisan" the priest said, this is also common sense to people in the imperial capital.

"Angel? Dream?" This was the first time Russell heard this term outside of the Holy Scriptures, and it was inevitable that he would associate it with it.

"Yes!" The priest confirmed his guess.

"The Duke of Dreams is the Angel of Dreams! He is the mechanical light of our church, the strongest angel of the Church of the True Creator, and the first dawn of the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun!"

With all these names thrown at him, Russell felt his mouth go dry, and he felt like a myth had come to reality.

At the same time, he also had a sense of resonance that "this is what a hero should be like."

Of course, in addition to this, I was a little worried. This dream angel really took his personal honor to the extreme and did not give any chance to future generations!

He had long known about the special status of "Dream Angel" in major churches, but now he felt the strong impact intuitively.

It is already impossible to surpass this dream angel in this kind of personal honor.

"Always remain in awe of the dream castle. This is an unspoken rule for the survival of the imperial capital." the priest reminded.

"Let's just say that the one closest to us is the dream castle where every dream gold coin comes from."

"The entire empire's finances are controlled there, even..."

"The monetary systems of several kingdoms outside the empire all came from Dream Castle."

hiss! Control the monetary system of the entire northern continent? Isn't the Dream Castle the richest place in the world?

Hmm...Does Dream Duke have a daughter? Russell suddenly had a good idea.

"Always remain in awe!" the priest reminded.

"...I understand." Russell twitched the corner of his mouth and shook the bad thoughts out of his head.

"Don't be too ambitious yet. The short-term goal should be to become a guest of the Dream Castle!" Russell looked at the dream castle team drifting away and walked towards the "Craftsman Church".

During this time, he changed his mind and decided to enrich the "genius" character he originally imagined.

Directly create a "peerless genius" character, crush everything, and exude the brightest light.

Improved steam engines are no longer enough. Improved sailing ships are also needed, or even a large-scale industrial revolution.

It's nothing more than copying. The "generalist" asked Russell to remember all the memories. Coupled with his own profession as a "craftsman", it is not difficult to reproduce these things.

Russell, who also relies on the "Artisan Church", also has a certain degree of confidence.

"A true protagonist should face the fiercest storm!"

This day is indeed enough to occupy a page in future history textbooks.

...

Zaratul walked slowly in the imperial capital that he had been away from for a long time. The city that was both familiar and unfamiliar made him filled with emotions.

He walked around the city and did not return to the current residence of the Zaratul family.

Today's Zarathu family is still one of the prominent duke families, but the core members of the Zarathu family have secretly transferred and established a secret organization "The Secret Order", which is active outside the Solomon Empire.

Zaratul glanced at Dream Castle from a distance, but did not approach, but walked towards the Abraham family.

Zaratul directly revealed his identity to the waiter of the Abraham family, and soon met Mr. "Gate".

"Lord Bethel." Zaratul looked at Bethel Abraham, whose eyes were shining like stars behind the desk, and bent down to salute.

"Long time no see, little Zaratul." Bethel's eyes fell on Zaratul and nodded gently.

"Are you still going to fight after all?" Bethel sighed softly.

"I just want to investigate clearly what happened to my father back then." Zaratul lowered his head, and Bethel couldn't see the emotions in his eyes clearly.

At that time, Antigonus and Zarathu Sr. worked for the "Black Emperor" Solomon in the Solomon Empire at the same time.

Because of the threat of the "Lord of Mysteries" resurrecting and the suppression of the "Black Emperor", the two "Servants of Mysteries" did not fight fiercely.

But one day, old Zaratul suddenly fell, shocking the entire Solomon Empire. Only later did it become known that Antigonus was responsible.

But the strange thing is that even the "Black Emperor" Solomon remained silent on the matter and did not punish Antigonus. Sёarch* The novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

But also after that time, the Antigonus family began to fade out of the Solomon Empire.

"Antigonus and I did it." Those sparkling starry eyes seemed to be able to see through Zaratul's soul.

Bethel's words made little Zaratul stiffen all over, and he felt the cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to his forehead, an icy coldness.

"...I know." Zaratul bent even lower.