I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

"Negligence? This..."

Before the cavalry captain could even offer his opinion, Grand Vizier Mustafa emerged from the camp, followed by thirty-two castrated eunuch attendants.

The Sultan's chief vizier wore a large turban decorated with gold and jewels, had a mustache, and was tall.

"Please come in, please come in." Mustafa gave Li Lin a stiff smile. "Please explain to me why I became a sacrifice?"

"I don't know," Li Lin retorted stubbornly. "Don't you know yourself?"

“I really don’t know,” Mustafa shook his head.

Li Lin replied in a serious tone: "In fact, the Ottoman Empire is incredibly powerful, far surpassing Rome. Once the Heavenly Army arrives in Vienna, the city's defenses will surely be breached. I'm afraid you'll be able to spend Christmas in Paris in just three months."

“How is that possible?” Mustafa retorted instinctively.

“Yes, then you’d get your head chopped off by the Sultan.” Li Lin said matter-of-factly, “Good juice, it drives every Ottoman official mad.”

“...That makes sense.” Mustafa sighed after a brief silence.

In fact, the emperors of the Ottoman Empire, namely the sultans, generally divided their chief viziers, the "grand viziers," into three ranks.

Yearly disposable, monthly disposable, daily disposable.

The prime ministers of the year-round edition lived a long time, and under normal circumstances, they were treated as if they were strangled with a silk scarf. Their family members' heads were not displayed as bonsai in the palace courtyard; to be precise, they were not qualified for that.

The monthly disposable version of the prime minister has an extra privilege: they can take on the thrilling challenge of drinking poisoned wine. When the Sultan summons them, he will instruct his servants to serve them fruit juice. White juice means they have survived the day, while red juice is full of poison, the meaning of which is self-evident.

The daily disposable version of the prime minister had to train his long-distance running ability, because the capricious sultan would arrange an activity for them, which was to race against the chief guard of the palace. If he won, he would be exiled, and if he lost, he would be thrown into the sea on the spot.

Mustafa felt he had done great things and deserved to be considered a high-ranking official, but clearly, the tyrannical Sultan Mohammed IV did not think so.

Therefore, it is not without reason that the Ottoman vizier's death rate was comparable to that of the Earl of Glamorgan.

"So do you have any good ideas?" Mustafa exclaimed.

Li Lin opened his mouth and recited a hymn to the "Memorial on Dispatching the Troops".

"The Caliph passed away before completing his great undertaking, and today the world is divided, and the Ottoman Empire is exhausted. This is truly a critical moment of survival. Yet the Ghulam remains diligent in his internal affairs, and the Muslims forget themselves in their external affairs, all because they cherish the special favor bestowed upon the former Caliph and wish to repay it to the Sultan. It is truly fitting to open the ears of the Sultan, to glorify the virtues left by the Caliph, and to promote the spirit of Islam. It is not fitting to belittle oneself, to use inappropriate analogies, or to block the path to purity."

Upon seeing this cut, Mustafa immediately turned his head.

When the two arrived at the military tent, Mustafa personally cut off a piece of roasted meat for Li Lin: "Honorable guest, I hope you can help me."

Seeing Mustafa's state, Li Lin, who was confident, comforted him, "Don't worry, with me here, you must have been blind."

Without further ado, Li Lin dipped his hand in water and drew a rough topographical map on the table.

"The puppet regime has occupied Vienna for 150 years, building the city into an impregnable fortress. This time, they have completely demolished the civilian houses. It is clear that they came prepared."

“In that case, why not take this opportunity to destroy the water source?” Li Lin suggested to Mustafa. “After all, you have a total of 250,000 people.”

"Two hundred and fifty thousand people regularly go to the Danube to defecate and urinate, so that the guys in Vienna can eat and drink their fill."

Perhaps the description was too vivid, because Mustafa's expression changed several times.

Li Lin smacked his lips, realizing that this brilliant plan could not be adopted, and chuckled, shaking his feather fan: "Since that's the case, let's try another plan."

This is such an incongruous piece of art, yet the Ottoman vizier couldn't even see it. It's no wonder they were beheaded.

"I'm all ears." Mustafa breathed a sigh of relief. Li Lin's previous description was too shocking, and he was still a little stunned.

"Then let's launch a full-scale attack!" Li Lin roared. "Show the bravery you displayed when you conquered Constantinople! Where is the backbone of these land-based cavalry ship girls?"

"I guess you meant to say 'boating on dry land'?" Mustafa hesitated, then stopped himself from speaking.

Li Lin, feeling betrayed, glared fiercely.

160 Main story begins!

In any case, traveling by boat on dry land is not a very reliable thing, and besides, given the current financial situation of the Ottoman Empire, there is absolutely no need to do such a thing.

They have lost the spirit they had when they entered the pass.

Although Li Lin was somewhat unreliable, Mustafa still sent him to the tent reserved for the supernatural beings to rest.

In any case, these "wizards" who walk in the mysterious world and possess mysterious powers deserve to be looked at differently by these secular officials.

The moment he stepped into the tent before him, the writing on the ground reappeared.

You have arrived at the Ottoman army camp.

In this era, there is no clear distinction between mystics who purely study the great secrets and extraordinary individuals who delve into the arts of the invisible.

You have arrived at a gathering place for mystics and extraordinary individuals. Their purposes differ: some harbor ambitions for advancement, others seek further possibilities, and still others are simply a burning flame yearning to find a kindred spirit on the battlefield.

Li Lin suddenly became interested.

The people in the secret realm, no matter how powerful, are fake. They can't possibly draw their Judgment Sword and kill all 999 Ottomans with a single strike.

See, here comes the main questline!

Li Lin reached out his hand to the hooded guy in front of him who had a spiky hairstyle.

"Guess who I am?"

Such unconventional negotiation methods drew the attention of those around them.

The man, wearing a flat-brimmed hood and resembling a cobra, didn't seem inclined to speak.

After all, paying attention to Li Lin seems like a very undignified thing to do.

Seeing that the man with the rice shovel wasn't giving him any face, Li Lin's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he pointed at the man's flat-brimmed hood, shouting:

"I advise you, NPC, not to be so ungrateful. I'm a voter of the Double-Horned Axe. Don't regret it later!"

The man in the flat-brimmed hood's pupils contracted, then he decided to back down: "Hello..."

"Humph."

Li Lin used a single word to express his disdain, vividly demonstrating his mockery of the cowardly bully in front of him.

The man in the flat-brimmed hat looked humiliated.

Forget about the saying "fortune changes every thirty years," Li Lin didn't even want to wait three seconds.

He even leaned close to the flat-top hood and whispered, "Just you wait. Once I go to the Double-Horned Axe to report you, you'll be in for Si Chen's dirty work."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong!" The flat-hooded man immediately admitted defeat.

After all, not everyone can address Si Chen by his real name like Li Lin and chat with him so casually.

"Hmph," Li Lin said, indicating that the man was magnanimous.

Since this guy is quite sensible, I'll refrain from reporting him to Double-Horned Axe for now.

The crowd rustled and dispersed to the side, leaving space for the two strange men. The one with the flat cap was known for his appearance, while Li Lin was known for more than just his looks.

Li Lin likes to judge people by their appearance, but he doesn't want to be judged by his appearance. His dark eyes narrowed slightly as he decided to let them know that his inner self is the same as his outward appearance.

On the other side, two superhumans who were discussing the war were arguing heatedly about a topic, completely unaware that Li Lin had already come up behind them.

"What are you talking about? Let me join in," Li Lin said, rubbing his hands together and revealing a simple, honest smile.

"We're discussing the possibility of breaching the Vienna city walls." The two soldiers, exuding a fierce aura and clearly Blade Aspect Transcendent beings, reached out and pinched Li Lin's arm. "Not bad build, quite muscular. Do you work out regularly?"

Li Lin was overjoyed upon hearing this: "Were you guys secretly watching me when I was working out?"

Now it was the two Blade Aspect transcendents' turn to be completely confused; clearly, their previous words were just a beautiful coincidence.

After hearing about their clumsy plan, Li Lin finally understood why Mustafa trusted him. These two were less like the colonel's followers and more like the lion maker's apprentices, using no tricks or schemes, just pure recklessness.

Honestly, it would be more reliable to have the Ottomans collectively defecate in the Danube.

Li Lin suddenly felt that he had gained the upper hand in terms of intelligence, and disdainfully left the two fools who were still figuring out how to break through the city wall, and went to another group of people.

Their discussion had a mystical feel to it: how to achieve something great through this war, get Si Chen's attention, and thus gain the qualification to enter the Mansu and successfully ascend.

To be honest, this is a grand goal, but the process of achieving it is very tortuous. For example, some people said they would massacre the city of Vienna as a tribute to the Wolf of the Divided, while others insisted on holding an uninhibited assembly in Vienna and then castrating all the men in Vienna to pay homage to the Red Cup in the Divided.

This is definitely not something that assembly line engineering can solve. It's like finishing the Red Cup and then dumping the leftovers on the Split Wolves. The Split Wolves are mindless and won't get angry, but the believers don't think that way.

After listening for a while, Li Lin raised a question: "The problem is that many of your achievements are conflicting. Instead of coordinating them later, why not deal with your competitors now?"

The moment he uttered those words, the entire room fell silent, and the atmosphere instantly became strange.

The mystics and extraordinary individuals present all fell silent.

A few words made everyone present wary of each other. Li Lin sneaked away again, took a banana from the fruit plate on the table, ate it in a few bites, went outside, threw the banana peel by the door and hid.

Li Lin pressed himself against the wall, quietly waiting for the unlucky guy to take the bait.

Having witnessed all of this, Flat-Hooded hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to go over and remind Li Lin: "No one will step into such an obvious trap."

Before the words were finished, a series of footsteps approached.

The Mamluk cavalry captain who had been there earlier strode over and raised his hand to greet the flat-hooded man, completely unaware of the banana peel on the ground.

The cavalry captain slipped, his body spun half a circle in the air, and he landed on his buttocks.

The floor was carpeted, so the fall didn't hurt much, but it was very damaging to one's self-esteem, especially when other people were present.

"How come there are banana peels here?" the cavalry captain exclaimed in exasperation.

“We are also discussing this issue,” Li Lin said before the flat-top hood could speak, looking serious as if he was about to begin discussions and research.

The cavalry captain looked at Li Lin suspiciously. He instinctively felt that this was Li Lin's doing, but Li Lin denied it outright: "If you don't believe me, ask him. We just saw a banana peel here, and we were wondering who would step on it."