The next morning, Naven Besalius once again embarked on the long journey to visit the Burning Empire.

As the war intensified, the long border between the Kingdom of Cassander and the Kingdom of Thrace was filled with flames of war, and this mission was particularly difficult.

As for why not use teleportation?

After their many attempts, they found that the space in the homeland of the Burning Empire seemed to be restricted and difficult to break through.

Because of the war, the Thracian Kingdom was filled with interfering spells, and there were even cases where many mages were torn into pieces by space cracks while teleporting.

However, due to Otis's arrogance, he could not go there with a delegation as high as last time. He could only go there in secret and with only two personal guards.

In the carriage, Naven was nervous.

“Hopefully this time it will work.”

"If we can gain the assistance of the Burning Empire, perhaps His Majesty Otis can really unify Fadlan and restore the glory of the empire."

He turned his head to look at the holy city that was getting farther and farther away behind him, and raised his head to gaze at the towering "Tower of the Eternal Sun God", and thought so in his heart.

The carriage galloped along the road.

After passing an inn, they changed to a mule with great endurance.

He also put on humble cloth and pretended to be an ordinary merchant.

In the next month or so, Naven will pass through the dwarf kingdom in the northeast, through the long Mill Valley, and first head to the Katpa Hills area which is now under the jurisdiction of the empire.

Next, he would head north into the Anzeta Corridor and head to the remote and secluded Anzeta Wasteland, which is the homeland of the Burning Cinders Kingdom.

One month later, in the middle of the Anzeta Wilderness, on the outskirts of Istalia.

Naven led the mule and slowly took off his hood.

"This"

"How can it be."

He looked at the magnificent buildings in the distance, gazed at the tall and sturdy chimneys, watched the thick smoke rising in the city, and could not help rubbing his eyes.

Is he dreaming?
Naven was not simply incredulous about the size of the city. If we only considered these, he was very confident that no city could compare to the "Sunny City" Teotihuacan.

What was incredible to him was the speed at which the empire was being built.

You have to know that only a few months had passed since his last visit, and at that time Istalia was just the rudiments of a city.

Now, this place is more spectacular than many of Cassander's century-old cities, and would not be lost even in the once sacred Fadlan.

He rubbed his eyes again.

It was not until he saw pedestrians walking in the distance that he confirmed that this newly built city was not an illusion, but a real city.

"Amaunator, above."

"This young and strange empire is more terrifying than I imagined."

Naven couldn’t help but pray secretly, feeling a little terrified about all this.

He didn't know how the Burning Empire did it, nor did he know why they had such terrifying mobilization and construction capabilities, but he knew one thing - the Kingdom of Cassander must take it seriously.

Of course, Naven didn't know that the Burning Empire now has nearly 200,000 high-quality laborers who are not afraid of fatigue and death.

Although these guys caused a lot of chaos, they did bring about a qualitative leap in the empire's productivity.

Nowadays, building houses by removing ashes has become a must for newbies to earn gold coins and contribute to the faction. It can be called a "newbie guidance task" with the characteristics of the Burning Empire, and the newcomers have also been given an affectionate name - cattle and horses.

The Imperial Senate Hall, the Burning Armory, the Istalia Arena, the Imperial Bank Building and other iconic buildings with unique styles were basically built through the joint efforts of players and the Imperial construction team.

In the distance, Tiefling guards were marching in neat rows, each holding a new bayonet rifle in their hands.

"Sure enough, it's that kind of weapon."

"A standard short stick, very similar to those used by the Thracian army."

Naven thought so as he looked at the guns in the hands of the tieflings.

But watching those tiefling guards gradually approaching, getting closer and closer to him.

"Let's observe the situation in the city first, and then complete the task assigned by His Majesty."

"If they really are allied with Thrace."

Naven put on his hood, lowered his head, and walked silently with the mule. He felt a little uneasy and prayed that the tieflings did not notice his abnormality.

"Stop."

The tiefling guard captain said.

Naven quickly pulled his hood tight, pretending nothing had happened, and wanted to pass by.

But the tiefling guards stopped him with their bayonets flashing coldly.

"Sir, I'm just a merchant passing by. If you..." Naven wanted to reach out and take out money to bribe him.

But the captain of the Tiefling Guard took out a piece of parchment with gold-plated words on it.

"You must be Mr. Naven Besalius."

"Please follow me. The great Burning Cinder Emperor has long anticipated the arrival of Cassander's envoy. His Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time."

"what?"

Naven was suddenly shocked.

His mission was a secret visit and was not disclosed to any outsiders, but the emperor already knew about it.

Could it be that he really possesses the power to know everything and predict the future as rumored in the Burning Empire?

"Please come with me."

The tiefling urged again.

With great trepidation, Naven led the mule and entered the city under the guard of the Tiefling patrol.

The city was full of people coming and going in a hurry, and there were many players wearing strange costumes.

A group of heavily armed soldiers.

A mule.

An inconspicuous traveling merchant.

This combination is indeed a bit strange.

Naven walked and looked at the buildings of different styles on both sides of the road.

But when they saw that it was the Imperial Guard performing official duties, most passers-by just looked at them a few more times and then went about their own business. After all, obstructing official business was a serious crime.

"What does that NPC do?"

"I don't know. Anyone caught by the Imperial Guard must be an important figure."

"Could it be a spy from the South?"

"Last time, we caught a remnant of the Northerners. It was said that he died not long after being arrested."

"Will there be any hidden tasks?"

"Forget about it. It has nothing to do with us. We might as well move more bricks with this time. Gold coins are hard to earn now. It seems that all mining tasks have been replaced by skeletons."

The players talked nonchalantly, but did not dare to approach. However, their words made Naven quite ashamed.

Suddenly, the sound of a whistle caught his attention.

"Woo--Woo--"

"We have arrived at Beifengbao Road Station. The next stop is the Empire's Seventh Military Factory."

"Please get off first and get on later, avoid crowding and queue up to enter."

Under Naven's astonished gaze, the steel-cast "monster" came from the track, spewing clouds of gray-white smoke from the pipe on its top.

However, those who were waiting on the roadside were already accustomed to this. They just yawned, waiting for the people on the bus to get off, and then lined up to get in when the attendant shouted.

"Citizens! Keep order!"

From time to time, sheriffs riding on flying dragons flew across the sky, but people were not surprised at all and just whispered to each other.

Some players were still discussing topics like "This bastard fined me fifty copper coins last time" and "It's that son of a bitch again."

Several ogres wearing oversized tuxedos were walking towards us on the street. Their bellies made their shirts bulge out so much that even the buttons were about to burst.

The leader was holding a gentleman's cane in his hand and wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, looking quite "aristocratic".

"Isn't this Big Head?"

"Good day, Viscount Bighead."

"Have a good appetite today."

People were not afraid at all, they just greeted respectfully, and some even came forward to flatter and curry favor, and the ogre nodded in response one by one.

There are many similar scenes.

“This city.”

"It's really strange, it's different from anywhere I've been before."

Naven Besalius looked around at the bizarre scene and couldn't help but think so. (End of this chapter)