"Mister Misha, I was drinking alone in the tavern."

In front of this "big shot" whom he had only seen in the Kingdom Daily, Raj was a little nervous and stuttered when he first spoke.

But soon, thinking of his bright future, Raj spoke more and more fluently, until later, his tone became indignant.

".This damn demon actually wanted to trick me into betraying His Majesty! Even if I die, I can't do such a stupid thing!

At that time, I reacted immediately, so I risked my life, made a prompt decision, and reported it to the security team without hesitation.

Lady Misha, this is roughly what happened."

Raj stood stiffly in front of Misha, clutching the corners of his clothes with both hands and smiling ingratiatingly.

Misha nodded slightly and smiled appreciatively to show her affirmation.

"Very good. The Empire will not forget your loyalty, nor will it mistreat any of its subjects who risk their lives to make contributions.

The demon you found is of a high rank. It is enough to earn you a bonus of more than 200 gold nars and the status of a first-class citizen. Go to the Imperial Bounty Office to claim the reward. This is what you deserve."

"Yes, Lady Misha!"

Raj subconsciously straightened his back, his face was filled with excitement and ecstasy, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Even though he almost lost his life, he made the right bet!
That's two hundred kinnars!
Before he was fired by Yersin, his salary was one Kinnar per month, and his salary was often deducted for violating regulations.

Converted to that, two hundred Kinnars would require him to work day and night in the factory for nearly twenty years! This was definitely a huge sum of money for him.

The money was enough for him to pay off all his debts. Not only that, he could also buy a shop near Emperor's Square and live a leisurely life.

Not to mention the status of a first-class citizen. In addition to being able to receive various subsidies, he also enjoys a higher social status and is ahead of others in all aspects of life.

The famous realizer of the "imperial dream", Baron George, joined the army as a first-class citizen.

The days of displacement, sorrow and depression are about to leave him. Now, what lies before Raj is a superior status, abundant money and a bright future.
It can be said that his destiny has completely changed!
Tears of excitement welled up from Raj's eyes and ran across his rough face.

In his mind, he could already see his former co-workers respectfully calling him "Master Raj" and the Yersin supervisor also smiling at him.

If Misha had not been there, he really wanted to kneel down and kowtow to the dead Asher. This man was not a demon from the abyss, but a noble man who brought him a bright future!

And that Majesty Cassius, who set up such a perfect system of reward, is really a great ruler! How could he be so stupid before that he even had a problem with that majesty!
Human beings have always been creatures that value reality above all else. As a vested interest, if His Majesty can give him a good life, what reason is there for him not to believe in Him?

The dissatisfaction caused by the setbacks in life disappeared in an instant. Now there are only two words in Raj's mind - loyalty.

Raj thanked him profusely and said goodbye. Then, he couldn't wait and almost crawled towards the imperial bounty office.

A new life and a bright future are beckoning him!
Taking her eyes off the whistleblower, Misha's expression became serious again.

Although she could hear some exaggeration and self-glorification in Lajie's words, this was also human nature, and the general course of events should be correct.

One thing is certain - this demon has infiltrated Istalia and is causing harm to the citizens of the Empire.

"Cough cough!"

"By the Lord, Cassius, that demon is so terrifying! Even bullets can't kill it!"

"It hurts so much. My legs are trapped under the board."

"Who can help me?"

"Anna, Anna is dead! She was killed by the devil! Oh my God, I saw her being chopped into two pieces with my own eyes!"

From the ruins of the tavern came the noisy voices of people caught up in the disaster, including coughs choked by smoke and dust, groans of the injured, and cries of those who had lost their loved ones.

For Raj, this may be a godsend opportunity to change his destiny and the grace of His Majesty Cassius, but for the people involved, it is a pure unprovoked disaster.

The first aid team dressed in white robes hurried over, collecting the bodies of the dead, performing restoration spells, and rescuing those injured in the conflict.

"All outsiders, get out of the way immediately!"

"Don't watch!"

"Imperial Guard on a mission! Please disperse immediately!"

The Imperial Guards dispersed the crowd, set up a cordon, checked for traces left by the demon, and collected the remaining items.

The tieflings and ogres, who had just clashed, shook hands and made peace. They exchanged their army numbers, cleaned up the battlefield together, and reflected on what had just happened. The tiefling captain of the security team came to Misha and said in a heavy tone: "I'm sorry, Master Misha, we were incompetent and failed to stop the demon, so you had to do it yourself."

“You have done your best.”

Misha looked at the ruined and devastated tavern, frowned, and muttered to herself: "These demons are becoming more and more rampant.
Looks like I have to report this to the Prime Minister."

Thinking of this, Misha's golden pupils flickered slightly, and flames wrapped around her tall body like gossamer.

With the sound of burning air, the warlock disappeared on the spot, leaving only sparks floating in the wind.

Imperial Council Building, Battaglia Hall.

This is the office of the Prime Minister of the Empire. The interior decoration is quite luxurious, with a giant dragon carving on the top.

The ogre Trump stood by the window, overlooking the densely packed buildings and the bustling crowds on the streets through the colored glass floor-to-ceiling windows.

He suddenly said, "Come in, Misha, I know you are here."

Misha pushed the door open carefully and said politely, "Good day, Prime Minister. You are still so wise."

Although she has become a little arrogant now, Misha still has great respect for the guide who first brought her into the vision of His Majesty Cassius - not to mention that the other party is the Prime Minister of the Empire.

"I came here this time to report to you."

Rumple said, "I already know about that. A seducer sneaked into Istalia and openly killed the people of the empire in the Emperor's Square."

Misha nodded and said solemnly, "These demons are becoming more and more rampant. This time they even dared to sneak into Istalia, especially on such a sacred festival as the Coronation Day.

This is a naked provocation, a provocation to the Empire, and even more so to His Majesty Cassius!"

At the end, Misha's tone was already tinged with anger, and her golden pupils were glowing with fierce fire.

Rump said in a deep voice: "Misha, the caster needs to remain rational and never be blinded by anger."

Misha then realized her own mistake, lowered her head, and said with some guilt:

“I’m sorry, I lost my temper.

I will follow your instructions, Prime Minister."

Trump nodded slightly, paced in the hall, looked out the window again, watching the busy people of the empire, and the steam locomotives roared past with billowing steam and loud whistles.

He murmured to himself:

"The Abyss Demons...are indeed tough enemies, and pose a considerable threat to the Empire."

You should know that in the past year, such demon attacks have occurred more than a dozen times across the empire, but this is the first time in Istalia.

Most demon attacks were quickly suppressed by local armies, but in a few cases, the demons caused a lot of casualties, and some unlucky informants were killed on the spot.

These attacks have had an extremely adverse impact on the empire. If they continue in the long run, they will definitely damage people's trust in the empire and affect the empire's morale.

For this confident and martial empire, it has always been the Burning Empire that has plundered and attacked other countries.

The citizens of the Burning Empire are the people of the great red dragon, the warriors under the broad dragon wings. They should fight to the death for the great blueprint - but they should never become victims.

"Don't worry, Misha."

The corners of Trump's mouth curled up slightly, and a smile appeared on his ugly face. His yellow, turbid eyes revealed ruthlessness and abundant self-confidence.

"The Empire's army is thriving, the Falling Stars are about to return, and more importantly..."

The ogre looked towards the north, at the oil painting "The Origin of the Burning Embers" hanging on the wall, gazing at the dragon and ogre in the painting, his eyes revealing fanaticism and piety, as if he saw the majestic figure.

"The great Majesty Cassius is about to wake up! I can feel that the master has become more powerful again."

Misha's eyes flickered, and she looked extremely surprised.

"Is His Majesty Cassius about to wake up?"

"Yes, the Empire will completely wipe out those annoying fly-like demons and achieve complete victory. I swear - I will make them regret provoking the Burning Empire!"

A ferocious smile appeared on the ogre's face. He clenched the luxurious scepter in his hand, making a slight "creaking" sound, completely ignoring his previous remarks that "the caster should remain rational." (End of this chapter)