The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

The dream abode that esoteric practitioners usually mention is the projection and precipitation of infinite dream abodes. It is an ethereal wonderland where consciousness and thoughts converge. All abstract concepts are presented in their symbolic postures at the lower level. Although it is still elusive, esoteric practitioners and dream abode creatures interact and roam through this channel. It is a harbor and a place to stand before setting sail.

At the zenith of the dream, bizarre and magnificent symbols are scattered all over the place. Layers of rising and bursting bubbles wrap around worlds built by consciousness, sometimes merging and sometimes disappearing. Every minute and every second, bubbles sink into the vast sea of ​​roots, or interact with other bubbles.

This was the realm of the secret cultivators, who gathered here and, through the right means, could reach each other even from a thousand miles away. However, the endless tower atop the zenith monitored the ebb and flow of the tide, allowing them to disappear when necessary, hiding their territory in unnoticed rifts within the Sea of ​​Origin.

In the gap between the swimming squids and the chaotic elements, a six-pointed star-shaped stone plate is suspended in it, and a tall figure with a different image stands in each star position.

Glory, freedom, redemption, thorns, change, conquest.

Free will, six blade-wielding spirit shells are among them.

The spirit shell is made of spiritual essence and carries a trace of consciousness of the secret cultivator. It can reduce risks and minimize damage to the soul when wandering in dreams.

Even when they were at the helm of free will, they chose to communicate in such a cautious manner during private meetings. It wasn't so much about being wary of the watchers patrolling the tower, but rather about being wary of each other's backstabbing.

"In the Yunling incident, you not only abused your power and exceeded the rules, but also made a complete mess." The figure in the pure white cloak spoke first, his flowing ribbon like feathers, like a flying bird with its wings folded.

A hoarse, old female voice emanated from the dark red cloak entangled with thorns and thorns: "The sufferer is undergoing trials, so that he can shed the lamb's skin."

The man in the luxurious gold-embroidered cloak sneered, "At your rate of fading, two-thirds of the tens of millions of Frans will probably have to shed their flesh. Since you enjoy suffering, I'll take some time to make a special trip to the Danube Valley and add fuel to your great aspirations."

"..." The man in the dark red cloak was silent for a moment, then said hoarsely, "I will not get involved in Fran's affairs."

"Money, resources, I will not do anything that will harm myself by a thousand and hurt the enemy by two hundred." The man in the iron-gray cloak with a powerful texture spoke in a deep voice.

“…” The man in the cloak, which was shimmering like an oil lamp, remained silent, seemingly uninvolved.

"Change." The man in the pure white cloak looked at the last person. "You've been sowing discord among my people, inciting rebellion in Yunling and even throughout the entire Fran region. You're also deeply involved with the worm's deception. Shouldn't you give us an explanation?"

Beneath the hood of the last figure was a blurry, swaying mass of air, which rustled and chuckled. "The Emperor will embark on another expedition. If he succeeds, the Empire's prestige will become even more unstoppable. Since you remain indifferent, I must create some obstacles to the Empire's military spending... Only when the tower collapses can you, under the pressure of the decree, make further progress. No matter what happens, it's better than the eternal rule beneath the tower, isn't it?"

The Iron Gray Cloak said, "The High Knight is not easy to deal with."

Change Holding the Blade laughed, "So there's no need to deal with it? The Empire can't just be destroyed by wishing it away."

"It's not time yet, you've overstepped your bounds, change. The price paid for the sacrifice of millions of Frans is unacceptable. The turmoil may boost your power, but it will also breed worms and demons. Or have you already been in sync with them?" The golden cloak taunted.

"Then I hope you have a strategy that can bring down the empire. For mortals, rebellion means death, and the added burden of an imperial expedition will also lead to the destruction of their families."

"I'll do this." The man in the pure white cloak spoke.

"you?"

"Lorraine's bloodline is in Cloudtop City. The Empire isn't as indestructible as you imagine. Complex interests hold its fragmented skeleton together, just like our current alliance. With the death of Lorraine Herboeus, the ties between the north and south of the Empire will no longer exist. The succession to the throne of Lorraine will plunge the nobles into deeper conflict."

"Tsk." The man in the iron-gray cloak laughed. "Assassination? Even if you had the idea, how could you carry out your plot under the High Knight's nose?"

"I have my own ideas." The man in the pure white cloak said in a calm tone, "Next, I will take over all the rebel forces in Yunling. This is the announcement. If anyone objects, I will first eliminate the internal obstacles."

"I support this plan," the man in the dark red thorn cloak said hoarsely, "The Empire's control over the various regions isn't as deep as you imagine. The cost of each Iron Army operation is unbearable, and relying solely on those thousands of scattered High Knights simply won't be able to extinguish the roving beacons."

"I have no reason to object," said the man in the iron-gray cloak. "If you can kill the heir to Lorraine, I will immediately declare war on the Empire."

"Seconded."

"..."

"Change." The man in the pure white cloak looked at Change and held the blade.

"Then..." The Blade of Transformation remained noncommittal. "I'll wait for your good news."

……

Genting City, Green Vine District, Little Magic Mouse Boutique.

After the unrest subsided and martial law was lifted, the port quickly returned to its former bustle. Ships anchored in the snow, and sailors and adventurers landed on the long-missed coast, engaging in revengeful consumption in the entertainment venues that had been rebuilt.

Shops that sell potions, magic tools, and magic arts that increase adventurers' survival rates are also widely patronized.

Before dusk, the sky was already drowsy, and the Little Magic Mouse Boutique had closed early. Only the blonde girl and the deep-eyed Mouse Woman sat playing chess by the fireplace in the inner hall. A little girl, about seven or eight years old, bustled around with bottles and jars, sorting them into categories on the shelves of the display case. Whenever she came across a potion she didn't understand, she would run back to the house, trembling, to consult the Mouse Woman.

Another chess game ended, and Domis put on her coat and backpack, ready to pack up and leave.

"Domis, are you coming to my house for dinner?" the little guy looked at the blonde girl eagerly and said, "Come to think of it, you haven't visited the big house since we moved in!"

"No, I have something else to do." Domis smiled and rubbed Alice's head.

"But you haven't been to my house for a month." Alice frowned in distress. "I wanted to thank you for your help, but I never found the chance."

"I just did something very ordinary." Domis shook her head slightly.

It had been some time since she had been to Leland's house, or to Viola.

It was probably after the Lilan family received the title of Princess. It was said that it was a vast expanse of land, with a magnificent manor and hundreds of serfs. Even the bronze angel statue at the gate was gilded with gold. Not only was there farmland capable of supporting tens of thousands of people, but there was also a winery with a considerable output.

However, Mr. Lilan did not move with his family. Partly because of the long distance, it was inconvenient for him to visit his eldest daughter, who was studying at Offa College; partly because they had received help from fellow dock workers and neighbors during their two years in Genting. Otherwise, they would have been ripped off by goblin scammers on their first day.

Therefore, Mr. Li Lan mortgaged some land and, under the lobbying of some ladies in Devil's Lane, acquired a bankrupt textile factory. This was not only a promising investment, but also could help the poor and destitute find jobs again.

Those ladies had unclear relationships with some local tyrants, and behind these tyrants were the complex imperial forces. Even Domis couldn't figure out the entanglement of interests.

But Domis knew that these people were attracted by Viola's relationship with the princess, and when they failed to get close to Viola, they brought the Lilan family into the game. In this way, if they encountered any problems, wouldn't it be logical to ask Viola to whisper in the princess's ear for their own benefit?

Domis wanted to persuade Viola to see the ugly nature of the princess, but she was not sure whether Viola could really believe her "one-sided words".

Unless the evil dragon opens its bloody mouth and reveals its fangs, that indecisive person will probably be confused in the dream of a "bright future" for the rest of his life.

"Lorraine Herbos..." A murderous look of grief appeared in Domis' eyes.

Only when the young dragon dies can Viola remove this filter and see the rotten nature of the empire.

"Did Domis have a conflict with her sister?" Alice blinked.

"Nothing..."

"Is it because of my sister and the Princess... hmph, the Princess being taken advantage of?"

Perhaps it was a natural talent, Alice's ability to adapt to changing circumstances has reached perfection.

"Princess..." Sandomis gritted her teeth, but she shook her head stubbornly, "What does it matter? I'm just too busy..."

"So busy are you playing chess with the Lady in the Red Cape?" Alice said, "You're clearly afraid to see your sister. Don't deny it."

"I didn't..."

"You don't know, but Viola doesn't like playing with that bad sucker at all!" Alice whispered mysteriously into Domis's ear. "Last time, I heard you say that you haven't seen Domis in a long time and you're thinking about going to the bathhouse together again. Without Domis, your life would be half as fun!"

"Hey, Vivivi... Does Viola really miss me that much?"

"Of course it's fake!" Alice put her hands on her hips and said angrily, "Domis, that's just how you are. Just do whatever you want. It's not like I really don't want to play with you."

"You don't understand. Your sister is very close to the princess..."

"Oh," Alice understood. "You're worried that Viola will be snatched away by the princess and then abandoned by you!"

"Shut up!" Domis glared at the little guy. "Do you know what it means to abandon someone after having sex with them?"

"That's right, that's what I mean." Alice couldn't explain it clearly. She just scratched her head and quickly skipped the topic that she couldn't understand and turned to the main topic. "Besides, if you don't go find Viola now, if she really gets kidnapped by the princess one day, you won't be able to have fun with her anymore!"

"Ahhh-"

Domis covered her face.

"So," Alice blinked, "would you like to come to my house for dinner? Our mansion is even grander than the Red Cape Lady's shop! Hehe, I want to be a noble too!"

She jumped up and down, and although she was always being taken advantage of in front of Domis, when she first saw the princess, her little mouth was as sweet as honey, and she almost knelt down and shouted "Long live the princess".

"Alice!" Domis's eyes fixed, like a ferocious monster, scaring the little guy so much that he subconsciously tensed his body.

"exist!"

"You won't betray me and be bribed by that damned princess, will you?"

"Um, Domis, it seems that those who slander the princess will be punished..."

"Yes or no!"

"No! Alice will always be Domis's dog-headed strategist! She must help Domis win the battle for her sister!"

"Humph."

Domis remained silent, as if she was still angry.

She sent Alice back to a mansion at the harbor, and the little girl asked eagerly, "Domis, are you really not coming in?"

"Let's talk about it when your sister comes back..." Suddenly, Domis rolled her eyes and said, "Alice, can I ask you a favor?"

"of course."

"If you have time, have the bodyguard take you to the villa where the princess lives. Say you're visiting your sister... Then you can help me see how she's doing there, okay?"

"Ouk! Make sure you complete the mission!"

The little guy looked like he had a sense of mission and had no idea what kind of friction he was in.

Domis sighed softly and quietly returned to her residence - a small courtyard also adjacent to the port.

The unrest in Yunling had a significant impact on their free-wielding blade department.

The Free Will claimed that the zombie incident was a leak of the Empire's evil experiment, while the Empire claimed that it was a terrorist attack by the rebels at all costs - otherwise how could the rebels have chosen the right time to launch a rebellion at the same time?

The vast majority of Yunling citizens believed the Empire's propaganda. Even though the Empire was not a good thing, they viewed the increasingly difficult life over the past year as the result of rebellion.

If it weren't for this mess of betraying the party, life would at least be better.

In addition, most of the ratmen who could have been bribed have now turned to the Empire.

There was no other way around it. Free Will was divided into numerous factions, each pursuing its own path. It was only because of their common enemy, the Empire, that they united. However, this also led to a chaotic command of the rebel forces in various locations.

"Ugh……"

Domis was a little tired and didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, the mentor’s ship is already on the sea and will reach Yunling in at most half a year.

As long as the princess is killed...

Just kill the princess.

The Empire will gradually collapse amidst internal turmoil, and they will establish a free and prosperous nation on the land of Bafland.

With this thought in mind, she entered her room, lit some incense, and sat cross-legged on the bed. Her consciousness followed the incense mist and ascended to a dreamlike wonderland.

Fertile Land is the dream symbol of the Fran area and the gathering place of local secret practitioners.