I'm here to save the world, what are you doing?

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly turned his head, a gleam in his eyes:

"Fabian, I have a task for you."

"What...what mission, father?"

"The new generation of nobles who followed Lucius from the East."

"I want you to approach them and try to win them over to our side."

Fabian's eyes widened immediately:

"How is this possible? They have all sworn allegiance to Lucius..."

"That's why you need to do it!"

Domitian interrupted sharply, then he approached Fabian and lowered his voice:

"Everyone has a price, Fabian."

"Some people want money, some want power, some want beauty... All you have to do is find out their price and then satisfy them."

Fabian's face turned pale and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He knew that his father would always do whatever it takes, but directly poaching Lucius' men was simply playing with fire.

Quack! I don't want to! I don't want to face an impossible opponent like Lucius!

"I, I can't do it... They won't listen to me..."

Fabian's eyes wandered, not daring to look directly into his father's sharp gaze.

"Of course you can't!"

Domitian sneered, breathing out the strong smell of alcohol:

"When have you ever done that? But you have to do it, it's an order!"

Looking at his son's frightened look, Domitian frowned, feeling only deep disappointment and boredom.

He was silent for a long time before he whispered:

"Look at Lucius, then look at you... How could Glade have a son like that?"

"That little brat is a natural born leader."

"No matter how much I hate to admit it, Lucius does possess qualities that make people follow him subconsciously."

Domitian shook his head, a rare look of desolation flashing in his eyes:

"And you..."

Before he finished speaking, Domitian waved his hand, not wanting to say anything more.

Fabian stood there, as if struck by lightning. He clearly heard the disappointment in his father's words.

"I'll try, Father."

Finally, Fabian responded in a low voice, his voice full of humiliation and unwillingness.

"Go."

Domitian turned his back to his son, his voice filled with fatigue:

"Don't let me down...even though it seems like you can't do anything except let me down."

Fabian opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but was unable to utter any words.

In the end, he could only leave the room silently, his shoulders trembling slightly from humiliation and pressure.

In fact, Domitian also knew that this was basically an impossible task.

He also didn't believe that Fabian had the ability to win people over. All he needed was to get Fabian away and keep him away from the center of the vortex temporarily.

This is the last kindness shown by a cruel father to his useless son.

After Fabian left, Domitian walked to the secret compartment next to the fireplace and took out a badge engraved with the Fire of Change.

"As expected, only with the help of that forbidden power can we have a chance of turning the tables..."

He gripped the badge tightly, a look of determination flashing in his eyes.

Domitian tidied his clothes as quickly as possible, making sure he looked both respectable and inconspicuous, and then quietly left Clovis's mansion.

In the eastern district of the imperial capital, an inconspicuous yet luxurious mansion stands quietly surrounded by tall elm trees.

From the outside, the mansion looks like any other noble residence.

Elegant brick and stone structures, exquisitely carved window lattices, and neatly landscaped gardens...

But only a very few people know that this seemingly ordinary mansion is home to an unusual owner.

Domitian stood in front of the mansion door, took a deep breath, and then knocked on the door knocker in a specific rhythm.

Soon, the door was opened silently, and a servant in a gray robe and a bird-beak mask appeared at the door with an expressionless face.

"I'm here to see that gentleman."

Domitian spoke in a low voice, showing the faintly glowing badge in his hand, the fire of change faintly visible in the dim light.

The attendant nodded silently and mechanically stepped aside to let Domitian step into the depths of the mansion.

Passing through the deep and winding corridors, the surrounding walls seemed to swallow up all the light, and only the scattered magic lamps on the walls illuminated the way forward.

Domitian was led into a dimly lit reception room, where every step seemed to lead him deeper into the unknown.

The interior decoration is not in the traditional imperial style, but is closer to some ancient and mysterious exotic culture.

Mysterious runic tapestries hang from the walls, strangely shaped and unsettling sculptures sit in the corners, and the air is thick with an aroma that's not of this world.

But the most eye-catching person is undoubtedly the girl sitting upright on the high-back chair.

Her long hair fell like a waterfall, and her amethyst-like eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if they could see through the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

She was wearing a purple robe embroidered with intricate silver runes that flickered slightly in the dim light as if alive.

Christine Tistelin, priestess of the Chaos Cult.

In other words, the Supreme Lord is the incarnation of [Destiny] in the main material plane.

Domitian immediately knelt on one knee and bowed his head in a gesture of respect and awe:

"My Lord, I bring you urgent news."

Chris raised her hand slightly, motioning him to stand up.

Domitian then noticed that the other person's eyes, which were already very lively, seemed to be particularly bright today, as if they were filled with starlight.

"What news could make the future master of the East Territory so panicked?"

Chris's voice flows like a clear spring, with an ethereal feeling that transcends the world.

Domitian took a deep breath, feeling the uneasiness and tension in his chest.

"Today, His Majesty the Emperor has officially confirmed the marriage between Lucius and the Third Princess Plotina."

"Oh?"

Chris raised her eyebrows slightly, but her face didn't show any surprise at all. Instead, it had a certain expected calmness.

"Does this bother you?"

"Yes, my lord."

Domitian spoke in a deep voice, his voice full of worry:

"The East Territory Guardian is marrying into the royal family. I'm afraid our original plan... will be affected."

Chris smiled softly, a beautiful smile that carried a chilling chill.

"Domitian, it seems you don't understand the threads of fate well enough."

Her fingers gently traced the lines on the armrest, her eyes drifting to a distant place that only she could see:

"Everything in the world is arranged by fate, and I have foreseen this moment long ago."

"Even your panic at this moment is like this."

Domitian looked up in surprise, his eyebrows slightly raised:

"You knew that already?"

"of course."

Chris nodded gracefully, her voice full of mystery:

“When the stars align in a specific direction on the canopy of destiny, the trajectory of the future is determined.”

"The marriage of Lucius and Plotina is but a small knot in the tapestry of fate."

She leaned forward slightly, her long silver hair gleaming in the light:

"And, Domitian, have you not thought of this?"

“Sometimes, apparent stability is the precursor to collapse.”

A trace of confusion flashed across Domitian's eyes, and he subconsciously stroked the sword at his waist:

"You mean..."

"I mean--"

Chris smiled mysteriously, the corner of her lips raised like a crescent moon:

"Far from hindering our plan, this marriage may become a catalyst to accelerate it."

Domitian thought for a moment, then suddenly realized:

"I see! You mean..."

"No need to say anything more."

Chris gently raised her hand to interrupt. In the dim light, her pale palm was dazzlingly white.

"Everything is going according to plan. The thread of destiny has been woven on the loom. All we have to do is wait for the harvest."

Her deep voice seemed to be able to touch people's souls directly.

Domitian breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders slightly relaxed, and the tension was obviously relieved:

"Thank you for your guidance, my lord. I will do my best to assist you in your sacred cause."

"very good."

Chris nodded slightly, her hair swaying gently:

"Remember, Domitian, before fate, all men are but pawns."

"The only difference is that some chess pieces know they are chess pieces, while others are completely unaware."

Domitian bowed his head respectfully and placed his right hand on his chest:

"Yes, my lord."

He paused, his eyes swept across Chris's figure, and suddenly noticed a detail -

Chris had been sitting upright in her chair since he entered the room, barely even shifting her posture.

This was somewhat inconsistent with his impression of the agile and elegant priest.

"Sir, you..."

Domitian spoke hesitantly, his tone filled with cautious concern:

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Chris was keenly aware of his doubts, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips:

"You noticed that, Domitian. Good observation."

She raised her hand slightly and pointed to the sky outside the window:

"Today is an extremely special day. The boundary between the Prime Material Plane and the High Heavens will become slightly blurred."

"And I, by simply maintaining a certain posture, can better hear the whispers of the Supreme."

Domitian immediately showed an expression of awe, and even his breathing became light: