Silver threads emerged from the air and entangled each other, forming an unforgettable scene. On the smooth silver plate, there were ripples and waves. Finally, a human figure passed through the space, and the strong darkness condensed on the silver, so that the silver light seemed like a cloak that was gradually thrown away. Finally, in the countless silver rays, the human shadow stepped out of the disintegrating silver mirror.

With his hand out, he pulled down the hood covering his forehead and Edward slowly raised his eyes.

The edge of the almost shattered rock under his feet was the road paved with blue stones. He spent more than ten gold coins to gather young and middle-aged people in the village and town. Hundreds of men and women, regardless of gender, transported the huge stone back from the distant river beach with rolling wood, and then burning and nailing the wooden wedges to finally open it and paving the road with fragments. The complete bluestone was used to create and repair the city lord's mansion.

Now, the road surface, which could have been kept flat and dry during the rainy season, has been bumpy, gravel, dry weeds and the black charcoal in it, mixed into a mottled color, covering the road surface one by one.

Edward stepped forward, and all the mess was rolled up behind him and threw the ruins on both sides of the stairs.

At the end of the road was a messy blue-black wreckage. The psychic sage looked up at it in a daze, but soon he remembered what it was.

In my memory, there was the windmill mill in Old Ceylon Lawgen, the tallest building in the entire town. Including the oak paddle, it was several feet higher than the Lord's castle. Now, only the base can see a little trace of the windmill mill, but except for a few wooden piles more than half a person tall, it has almost completely turned into broken and carbonized wood pieces on the ground - only a few pieces of feet long left.

Someone once wanted to add four hanging baskets to it as an attractive recreation. But the old guy disagreed with anything. He said that the windmill is something that can be used by civilians. The wind element tool is given by God, so it is absolutely not allowed to be slightest. What's more, this windmill has been a creation that has been passed down for four generations and has a history of nearly a hundred years. It is impossible to use as a toy.

Now, it's gone.

Silver eyes slowly passed the former wooden tower, as if you could see it. A strong flame spread on it, igniting every bit of dry wood on the paddles, and then, the overwhelmed tall building collapsed. After the smoke and dust, only a broken wall was left.

Turning over the tall wreckage, there were black wooden strips and wooden pillars. There was a bakery in the town. The bread was not very delicious. After opening at the Hilton Express Hotel, it was almost broken. Later, after someone asked me to make a strange big cake, I finally came back to life.

But now, the only thing that can confirm its identity is the wooden cage used to dry flour a few years ago. However, it has become a half-residue shrouded in black and gray.

"It's really miserable, isn't it? Our former home, our former starting point, our former blood...!"

The human voice made him speak, but he didn't look back, but when Edward approached, he spoke.

"Will you come here cause doubt?" Edward's brow moved.

"It doesn't matter. In short, I can't be replaced now, otherwise they would have no place to find someone of similar bloodline to me. What's more, this time I came out, I had the realization to replace me.

"Where is the teacher Benjamin?"

"Don't worry, I do have royal bloodlines, which is proven by magic and divine arts at the same time."

The young king laughed haha, and reached out to pat his close friend's shoulder: "There is probably some complicated reason. As you said, it must be something that is bleeding. But no matter what, Master Benjamin agrees with this, and he seems to like helping me quite a bit. Look, I said I want to stay by myself for a while, and he left, probably it will take a while before I come back."

Edward was silent.

Although the other party said it very easily, it seemed like it was just a trivial matter, but what happened here could be described as "bloody". How much danger was there in the process of ** learning to find out that he was impersonated to accepting him as king? I'm afraid only the person involved in this matter knew it.

So hesitated for a moment and he spoke:

"terribly sorry."

"Oh? Edward actually apologized. This is such a big strange thing. Is there any god about to die?"

The king showed an exaggerated surprise on his face, then laughed, and abandoned the arrogant indifference. He seemed to have returned to the year-end period, and when he was still the little noble here: "I have my affairs, and you have yours, not to mention that this is my problem. If I cannot solve it myself, my life will have no meaning. What others give me is not mine, but only what I earn is mine. If I rely on others to tell me that I am a king and then I become a king, then I might run away."

As he said, he reached out and took out a small leather bag in his arms and spread it out: "Come and try it, vanilla cake?"

This is a very simple snack, but the method was "improved" by Edward. He used eggs to blend flour and creamy vanilla to add flavor. It was a small snack that James liked, but it was very troublesome to make, so Edward later sold the secret recipe to the bakery in front of him, making them the second-black shop in Baiyang Town. After each cave bear successfully returned, he would buy some of this cake to celebrate. Over time, it has become a ritual.

"I asked the chefs in the palace to make it, but for some reason, they are always far worse than what you do, and they are even worse than what Masa in the bakery is made of, those idiots. Alas..." Hey..." He picked up a piece and threw it into his mouth. The king shook his head: "How about it, when will I let me see something new?"

"Actually, it's better than what Masa and I made. You don't think it's because you used to stolen everything from us." Edward pulled the corner of his mouth: "There's another taste of stolen from others, which tastes much better than what you exchange for money or made by yourself. And if you know you'll get beaten up if you catch it, but you'll still steal it successfully. This feels better, very, very good."

"Really or not?" The king opened his eyes wide: "Well, it seems to be true... Why didn't you tell me before? Ah. By the way, you are afraid that I will steal you from time to time, right?"

"If you steal, I will deduct money from your vault directly. What are you afraid of?"

Edward shook his head gently: "The main reason is that you were a lord in the past. Integrity is very important. You should not do such boring things, but now, having such ambition is good for you..."

"What's the meaning?"

"What do you think the king is?"

Edward stuffed half a piece of cake into his mouth, but the words of his mind did not stop: "The king is a big robber. If he doesn't have the mentality of stealing things, it will be miserable... You have to grab things from your own people, from other countries, and from this world. Then use part of the stolen things to return to the civilians. The other part is sent to his subordinates, but the biggest part is left in his own hands."

"Stop making trouble. If the king robs things..." the young king murmured, but suddenly seemed to think of something. And his friend continued.

"What they should have is the stability they should have. The taxes they have received from the civilians are given to their subordinates. The biggest part is the power of being a king, just like you were just a rich man in the countryside, but when you become a king, you can order your nobles to obey your words and then let the soldiers rush to the battlefield to die. This is the authority of the king, but in fact it is just a replacement for the threat of robbers. All emperors are like this. And you see that the heroes who founded their country in history actually started with mobs and robbers."

"After you say that, the king is really nothing great."

"Of course the great thing is not the king, but the order. Those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be marquis. This is the power of order, which is the rule brought about by the operation of this multiverse."

"I don't understand. You've made some weird words again."

"Simply put, if you step on a wheel and the wheel moves forward, you have to step on it. If you don't follow it, you will be unable to stand firm and fall to the ground and be crushed by the wheel. This is order."

"Oh, you said this, what is that wheel called...the wheel of history, right?"

James laughed, and the batter of the pastry sprayed the gorgeous clothes all over, and he just wiped it indifferently: "At that time, you said that everyone was running on this wheel, but none of them could stand on it forever. After a while of glory, they would definitely fall."

"Yes, they all fall down, but the king still holds the axis of the wheel. You can decide who can stay and who can run over. The orthodox king will run over those unbearable guys. However, the overlord will run over whether he is good or not."

Edward took the snack bag, spread it flat on the ground in front of him, and stacked the pastries on it. Then he took out a stack of paper from the space bag and slowly folded it into a string of ingots. He lit it with a little spark. Then he closed his eyes, closed his hands, and listened to the beeping flames rising slowly.

"Is this a ritual that only wizards have?"

"It's just a prayer to make their souls calm and prosperous in the future. It has no special meaning."

"What a waste. Do you know how much is the thing called paper produced in Romanti and Burgundy now?" The king looked at the papers turning into ashes in curiously, and couldn't help but shake his head: "This whitest and toughest one needs a platinum coin to buy a hundred pieces, which is more expensive than real parchment! And according to the magicians, this kind of thing cannot be used to copy magic, it is easy to catch fire, and it will be ruined if it is stained with water!"

"If it's really useless, then it's naturally not popular."

He took out another bottle of wine and poured some on the ground. Edward handed him the rest, so the king gustled and killed several big mouthfuls: "Ha, it's the most satisfying new wine. Those things that have been stored for decades are sour and astringent. The most hateful thing is that you have to pretend to appreciate it, bah!"

He spat and hiccupped again: "To be honest, you guys have known this a long time ago... Alas, several guys told me the day before yesterday that they asked to thoroughly investigate the source of this thing, turn it into a gold mine, and only produce it by the royal family. They also told me a lot of questions, ha, these idiots, don't they know about technology. Is it impossible to ban it?"

"Actually, I think it's good if you want to confiscate it."

Edward took the bottle he handed over: "Let this thing flow. The civilians will gradually become smarter, because they will write what they know into books and spread it. If the civilian schools are added, the nobles will turn against you sooner or later."

"Ha? I didn't expect this. But it's great. I was about to kill all these borers!" The king waved his fist excitedly.

"I said, Edward, I always thought that you are suitable for being a person who makes an idea. Those who assist the king are like the prime ministers, or ministers, dukes and so on in those stories." He paused. He sat down on a large piece of dead grass behind him, pulled a long blade of grass and held it in his mouth: "But now, I'm wrong. You are more like a king than a king, or more like an emperor... Fortunately, Master Benjamin is not here, otherwise, he might choose you as a king.

"I don't have that ability."

"You have it, you're just too lazy to do it." The young king shook his head:

"But in fact, even if you are too lazy to do it, you can do things well. A country is nothing to you. After I gradually mastered this country, I began to recall what you said before, and then I found that they were all fulfilled one by one. For people, things, and the nobles and civilians, how to bribe them, how to make them fear and surrender, it would be very easy to use your method. Sometimes I can't believe it. Although it's only been a month since I've been exposed to these, four of the original ten lords have decided to be loyal to me, and three are hesitating, and the whole country has almost surrendered to me so easily."

"It's not surprising that you say it is always easier than doing it, not to mention that you have innate advantages."

"Yes, just find a big tree and make full use of its veins. Sometimes, as long as you cooperate a little, as long as others believe that you are protected, you can fully utilize their power. Once the connection between them is formed, it will gradually become tight and indestructible. This is what you said." The king said: "As a result, I just borrowed it a little, and the whole country became mine, but if you want you to do it, I think it would be ten times easier than me, no, one hundred times, right?"

"I don't do it, being a king means nothing to me." Edward said: "And, even if you do it, what can you do?"

"Do whatever you want? For example, I will turn this continent into my country."

"This is very difficult. Even according to the current situation, it is very difficult to unify such a large place. It is beyond the scope that a person can calculate, not to mention that if you only use your current methods, time will probably be wasted a long time, especially the Central Mountains."

"I can use the mages to make a way out of the Central Mountains so that it won't affect it."

"One road is not enough."

"Using a large teleportation array, it is very convenient to connect to all places. As long as there is a channel and can be reached, it is enough. It is good. This process will be very long, but it doesn't matter. I can find a way to survive."

"Become a monster?"

"I didn't think I'd never die. That's too greedy, but the mages also have many ways to increase a person's lifespan. I don't plan to live forever. As long as this continent is enough, you might say I'm stupid. I know that this thing is useless when it comes, but the goal is always bigger, the better. And what's the point of a country with only humans? Elves, dwarves, dwarves, orcs, and those I haven't heard of, I want to turn them into a part of my country."

"This speech is a bit domineering." Edward smiled as he looked at the young man's glossy eyes.

The person seemed to be the one in his memory, which made him feel much more happy. Troubles were still piled up in his heart, but he no longer felt as heavy as a moment ago. He once thought that friendship was not so important, but no matter what, it was always better than nothing.

"What are you talking about! I'm obviously very domineering, right?"

"No, no, it's true that you can turn them all into your harem? Domineering. Oh, not only these, there are taurens and ogres..."

"Go to you, the elves are still making do with it, just let it go... "The young king punched his shoulder, but it seemed to have a plate of iron, grinning in pain, and making a joke for a while. He raised his head and looked at the damaged ruins in front of him. He sighed in his voice: "It's only a few months, everything has changed... because we were in the most ups and downs of life. As long as we grab a rope right, we can soar straight up in an instant."

"You're really optimistic."

"Do you want to cry in the corner? The wheel of history rolls forward, but no one can stop it."

"Oh, I heard that there are some. The sucking monsters can control time, so they can jump from the future to the past..."

"What is that? Would you please give me a few?" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!