The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

Now, the shipping routes between the continents of Mu and Solon have been completely stabilized, and the first batch of officials who came here have a rare opportunity to return to the Empire to report on their duties.

This was mainly because they needed to bring back a group of nobles who were difficult to deal with, such as the Avars and the people of the Dragon Church.

René, accompanied by his maid Safira, disembarked from the ship, stretched, and said to his younger brother beside him, "The Imperial ships are getting more and more stable. We threw up quite a bit when we first came here."

Alan chimed in, "It's probably because the sea monster attacks have decreased; there aren't as many sea monster attacks along the way as at the beginning."

The two brothers walked towards the coastal pass, chatting amongst themselves, while Safira followed Alan's maid, looking at this legendary continent and empire with a mixture of nervousness and curiosity.

After the checkpoint inspected everyone's luggage and confirmed their identities, the group boarded the carriage and prepared to leave.

Of course, magic cars do exist. After the war ended, troop carriers began to be deployed to civilian use, and the civilian versions no longer pursued military modifications, but instead developed in the direction of comfort. However, it is still in its early stages, and the supporting facilities have only just begun to be built. Although there are cars on the main roads of the empire, horse-drawn carriages are still the main mode of transportation for shorter distances.

After the carriage had been traveling for a while, Safira looked out the window with curiosity, only to find that the empire was not quite what she had imagined; it did not seem to have as many tall buildings as she had expected.

There was also no forest of concrete and steel as René described.

However, people are indeed very polite and orderly, and you can see people queuing up everywhere.

"Master, why are there so few houses on the road? Where do you usually live?"

"What are you talking about? We haven't even left the port yet."

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When old Pierre saw his two sons with two foreign maids, he silently reached out his hand. The servant behind him immediately handed him a riding whip, which startled René and Alain, who quickly explained that it was a gift from Lord Sean, thus stopping old Pierre's urge to lash out.

"You're not pregnant, are you?"

"No, no."

Looking at his two nervous sons, old Pierre felt a little regretful, but in the end he returned to the main topic and said, "When reporting to His Majesty, just answer truthfully. Don't hide anything, understand? Don't have any ulterior motives."

The two brothers nodded repeatedly.

At the round table meeting on the second day, the two brothers, who were waiting to be received and report on their duties, looked at the Avar delegation not far away.

They came to formally surrender on behalf of the Avars who had previously invaded the continent, as a gesture of goodwill towards the Empire. This was a very important decision, and it was only natural that they would be nervous. However, the delegation members looked to have very dark circles under their eyes, as if they hadn't slept all night.

Indeed, the delegation made the same mistake as Safira, mistaking the seaport for an imperial city and the imperial port city for the imperial capital. It wasn't until they boarded the train that they realized what they were seeing was merely a relatively developed seaport of the empire.

Although Avar's delegation came to surrender, there are techniques to surrendering. For example, they offered more favorable terms to themselves. After all, they had already surrendered and were going to submit to the empire and become its vassals, so they would always have to be rewarded with some benefits.

However, this little scheme of setting conditions vanished after arriving in the capital.

The difference in strength was too great. Yesterday, Avar's delegation wandered around the imperial capital in a daze, only thankful that they hadn't listened to those madmen and recklessly used super-level magic.

However, the delegation also felt an unprecedented sense of loss and helplessness. No one knew what the delegation was thinking all night, but none of them slept. It was unclear whether the neon lights of the night stung the eyes of the Avar delegation or the vehicles driving on the road left them bewildered.

Especially after arriving at this newly built palace, although the palace was not grand and was filled with simple and unadorned pragmatism, in terms of size and appearance, it was not even as good as the palaces built by the tyrannical "benevolent rulers" on the continent of Soron. However, the palace was full of fantastic equipment that the delegation had never seen before, and even the toilets were fully automatic.

Moreover, the empire is not great because of its magnificent palace, but the palace is great because of the empire. Even if the palace has no advanced technology, it is enough to make the Avar delegation feel fear.

When it was the turn of the Avar delegation, the delegation's representative nervously handed over the surrender terms, which had been revised overnight.

Linde was surrounded by meritorious civil and military officials. These people seemed to know that the Avars were coming today, so they all wore their medals and were dressed in extremely formal attire. It should be noted that even the civil officials' clothing was modified from military uniforms. The sense of oppression created by the founding ministers was extraordinary. The representative who was handing over the surrender document felt as heavy as a thousand pounds after taking only two steps. In the end, it was the nun next to Linde who handed Linde the Avars' surrender document.

After glancing at it briefly, Linde sighed, threw the surrender document back, and said, "Rewrite it."

The Avar delegation was so frightened that they immediately knelt down, especially the Avar representative, who tremblingly took back the letter of surrender.

"I accept the decree."

Some Avar nobles who used to kill for fun on the continent of Soron almost urinated on the spot in this palace. It can be said that the delegation is holding it in entirely out of the will to survive.

Linde only glanced at the surrender document and knew that the Avars hadn't figured out the situation yet. The reason they were willing to give the Avars face and surrender with dignity was simply because they were afraid that if they were pushed too far, they would recklessly use super-level magic and pollute the environment. The Empire didn't need vassal states at the moment. After all, with the current technology, wherever the railway went, that place would be the Empire's territory.

Furthermore, the continent of Solon doesn't have a strong sense of national identity, so planning can be done slowly. After all, everyone is a fellow sufferer confined to one area, and their cultures are quite similar.

Linde then met with other officials who had returned from Solon and listened to their reports.

It seems that Sean is doing quite well on the continent of Soren, and his old problem of indecisiveness has not resurfaced, or rather, there is nothing on the continent of Soren that can make Sean hesitate.

The Goddess Cult is also spreading smoothly, especially the three Castilians who were originally controlled by the Dark Night Holy Court, who can seamlessly connect with the Goddess's faith.

However, the believers in those three regions are somewhat fanatical and need to be guided onto the right path. In this respect, it may be more troublesome than the original places where faith was weak.

With Linde's assistance, 550C gradually extended its control to the continent of Solon. At least before 550C falls into slumber again, the empire will experience rapid development and achieve final unification.