For the first time, Clarah left his ship and, led by the guide of the Claw Conspiracy Group, entered the God Tower of the Shadow Hub. He was surrounded by only Moore, the nightmare and two bodyguards, which seemed a little shabby.
Before entering the huge arch inside the divine tower, he met another team unexpectedly.
There were hundreds of people, wearing brand new and gorgeous armor, with helmets sandwiched in their arms, each with sharp facial features, arrogant and rude, and staring around with naked contempt. They were surrounded by a ferocious and majestic figure, wearing thick black armor, wearing the fur of beasts hunted by unknown planets, and red-eyed helmets were like beasts with horns on their heads and fangs on their mouths.
But the flag of his entourage made Clarach recognize him.
"Yo, isn't this Claracher's consul?"
When the other party made a contemptuous greeting, Clarah also responded with a contemptuous smile:
"Consul Abrahamak, are you here too?"
The Iron Thorn Lord's Conspiracy Group hooked up with the Royal Court on the first day he came to the Shadow Hub. Even Abrahak came here in person and was revealed to him by Sarain. Clarah didn't pay much attention to this "junior", but he knew that his family had a long history and he was indeed very skilled in remanaging the almost destructive conspiracy group. However, he succumbed to Victor's joke and made Clarah care even more. This man defiled the noble bloodline of his body.
Although Clarah had to succumb to Victor, it was at least not that lowly, which was why Clarah looked down on Abrahaq.
"Consul Clarah, I've always wanted to talk to you these days, but you always say you're busy, you're busy counting the stars?"
"Because Your Majesty likes the ancient classics I contributed very much, I will choose and translate them myself. After all, many ancient books can only be recognized by our noble bloodlines with a long history, profound heritage, and dignity."
"Oh, I thought you were afraid that I would eat you. It seems that you are very cautious this time and don't bring anyone. Or is your vault already bottomed out? Even a few entourages can't afford to hire you. If so, I can lend you some slaves to you. After all, I am a great nobleman who has been passed down from generation to generation. I can't even want any face, right?"
How ugly Clarah's expression is now, if it weren't for the helmet, his emotions might have been out of control.
"Two, Lord Doral, please invite me."
But a voice interrupted the two of them's language confrontation. Looking at the Jinyu Guards appearing at the arch, both sides closed their mouths, and then entered from one side.
After passing through the first arch and passing through a long corridor, they came to the second arch.
"Please ask the two consuls to come in, and the rest wait outside the door."
When the Jinyuwei spoke, Clarah hesitated and then asked:
“Is it okay to bring one person?”
"Consul Clarah, please cooperate."
Abrahaq turned around and explained to the people around him, then entered the arch alone. Clarach had no choice but to turn around and say to Moore:
"You guys wait outside first."
Under the guidance of the Golden Feather Guard, the two consuls walked through another corridor and finally arrived in front of a door. On both sides of the door were not the Golden Feather Guard and the conspiracy group warriors, but became the tall Phoenix Imperial Guard.
Although they were motionless, the deterrent force they emitted seemed to be a substantial sharp blade against the throats of the two of them, especially the powerful psychic energy, which even increased the air around them by several degrees, making it hot and unbearable.
Subconsciously, Clarach compared these mysterious warriors with Comoros' ace Blade Nightmare, but he could not distinguish between good and bad. At least he personally felt that these warriors might be a little more terrifying...
As the door slowly opened, the two consuls entered the wide hall, one with a noble figure with a smile and the other in armor stood on the carpet in the middle of the hall, and at the end of the carpet was another arch.
"Ah, welcome, my old friends, it hasn't been goodbye for decades after I parted with Comoros."
Dressed in a golden feathered cloak and graceful demeanor, Dolar walked to the two of them, and shook hands with them one by one after another after both of them took off their helmets.
"Abrahaq is honored to greet you personally."
Compared to Abrahaq's respect, Clarah seemed more elegant. He gave Doral a very complicated hand-to-hand gift, which was the etiquette of meeting between nobles in the ancient empire era. Doral then smiled and replied to the other party.
"Brother Clarah, the style is still the same."
"Oh, I can only survive under the tyranny of a lowly slave. How can I have any style? Unlike Al... Brother Dolar, you are so glorious now. Everyone calls you Prime Minister Jinyu. That is the Guangyao family and worthy of the noble blood flowing on us. In the past, our family also had several important officials in the outer court. Unfortunately, the descendants of the future generations are unable to maintain the glory of their ancestors."
Doral smiled and waved the golden feather fan on his hand.
"It will be fine! Everything will be fine! The new empire is rising slowly, and Ada's revival is near!"
Sarain watched all this quietly behind Doral, but in his heart he scoffed at the sour smell of the old nobles of Comoros. These people were of no use, and they were finally seized by Victor and almost killed.
"I'll invite two of you to come this time. First, we're all open. We all took positions from the royal court. We didn't know before, but now we know, we can cooperate more in the future. Second, we're talking about the current situation in Comoros."
Abrahaq, who had a young and arrogant face, then spoke:
"The situation in Comoros is now very chaotic. The collapse caused by the awakening of the Death God has not yet healed completely. The faction of the Death Army has been established. In addition, the ambitions of the Mandela are also expanding. Victor is probably overwhelmed by several things, but he is still using his cunning to maintain the balance."
Doral nodded.
"I know all of these, so now is Victor's most sensitive time. Abrahaq, you need to control the scale of expansion. Even if he does not find out that you have made friends with the royal court, excessive expansion will still arouse his vigilance and even more intense reactions."
Abrahaq explained:
"The main reason is that the turbulent situation has intensified the demand for arms and weapons, so naturally..."
"You can control it artificially."
Doral's voice was irrefutable.
Then he looked at Clarah again.
"Brother, your conspiracy group needs to be strengthened a little bit. The Shadow Hub can provide you with a sailing and free commercial area, but you have to guarantee that these profits are invested in your warriors and fortresses, not your personal splurge, without a strong strength, the Eternal Kingdom will most likely not survive the storm, let alone play a role."