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

"Fabian?"

Erich looked Fabian up and down with a sharp gaze, his voice low and full of authority:

"Tell me, what are you doing here?"

"Spying for your father?"

Fabian felt a surge of tension, his throat tightening due to the oppressive feeling emanating from Erich.

Cold sweat quietly soaked his back, and he tried hard to squeeze out a seemingly natural smile:

"I, I just want to get to know everyone in the East Territory and make friends with everyone..."

"After all, we are all companions from the East, right?"

Erich's eyes flickered. He didn't believe the truth of Fabian's words at all.

But, maybe I can use it...

Finally, Erich nodded slightly:

"Come in, but remember, if you have any ill intentions, the consequences will be very serious."

Fabian breathed a sigh of relief and followed Erich and Robert into the mansion.

Beyond the porch was a stately hallway ending in a set of heavy double doors.

There was a guard standing on each side of the door. They were dressed in casual clothes, but they exuded an aura that could not be ignored.

Obviously, these are the elite soldiers in the army who have undergone rigorous training.

The two guards saluted Erich and then pushed open the door.

The moment Fabian stepped over the threshold, he was completely stunned by the scene before him.

In the center of the spacious and bright hall was a professionally built fighting ring. On the ring, two young men, with bare upper bodies and well-defined muscles, were fiercely engaged in some kind of fighting match.

Dozens of elegantly dressed young men sat in the audience, cheering enthusiastically for the players on the field. The atmosphere was warm and cheerful.

"One by one, the burning knife!"

"Shake hands, shake hands!"

The two people on the ring were none other than Reinhardt and Ferdinand.

Reinhardt has well-proportioned muscles, a strong body, and superb fighting skills. His movements are clean and neat, and contain deadly elegance.

Ferdinand, on the other hand, was like a moving bronze statue, his muscular bodies forming astonishing arcs with each exertion, full of primitive beauty of power.

Fabian: ???

What is this strange place?

Is this how gatherings of the East Territory nobles are held?

This is the darkness of the East!

"Welcome to the secret society 'The Illuminati', Fabian."

Erich patted his shoulder with a mysterious smile on his face:

"As you can see, everyone present is a follower of Lucius."

"This is the common spiritual home of our young people in the East."

"Oh no, it's not just the East Territory. After all, there are several other guys from the North Territory, West Territory, and South Territory."

Fabian's mouth twitched:

"Spiritual...home?"

"Yes."

Erich raised his chin proudly:

"We gather here almost every day to exchange experiences and discuss how to better learn from Lucius's outstanding qualities and approach his level."

He pointed to the huge portrait hanging on the wall - Lucius in the painting was riding a white horse, looking into the distance with his head tilted, looking very proud.

Fabian: ...

Although Fabian was mentally prepared for Lucius' influence on the younger generation, the scene before him still had a strong impact on him.

No, what's the difference between this and a succubus?

I'm afraid that even if Lucius wants to rebel, as long as he raises his arms, you will follow him without hesitation, right?

Father......

what should I do?

"Oh oh oh!"

The deafening cheers brought Fabian back to reality.

The audience beside the ring stood up collectively, and the atmosphere on the scene heated up again.

"The winner is about to be decided! Is it coming? The moment to decide who is the most powerful 'Lucius Blade'!!!"

The audience in the audience were fascinated by the game. Some cheered for Reinhardt, some cheered for Ferdinand, and some kept commenting on the two's physique and skills.

"Fuck, Ferdinand, when did you develop those latissimus dorsi muscles? They're so sexy!"

"Reinhardt's biceps are real works of art, okay!"

"Shut up! Lucius's figure is still the most perfect!"

"OK, then I have nothing to say, brother, you are right."

"Bang bang bang-"

Amid the roar of the audience, the match between Reinhardt and Ferdinand ended with Reinhardt winning by a narrow margin.

The two men shook hands, smiled at each other, then jumped off the stage and put on the robe handed to them by the waiter.

Fabian's arrival quickly attracted the attention of others in the hall.

After a while of whispering, Reinhardt walked towards Fabian.

"Fabien Clovis."

Reinhardt looked directly at Fabian, feeling oppressive:

"Does your father know you're here?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Everyone knew that ever since Grand Duke Glade inherited the position of Guardian of the East, the branch of the Imperial Capital had gradually become estranged from the main branch, and Domitian's desire for the position of Guardian of the East was no secret.

Fabian found it difficult to breathe; he had to say something to ease the hostility.

"......have no idea."

Fabian gritted his teeth and decided to take a gamble:

"If he knew, he would definitely stop me."

"But I've come to join the light! I firmly support Lucius's leadership and dominant position!"

These words made everyone present look at each other in confusion, some cast doubtful glances, while others seemed to be thinking about something.

Reinhardt was silent for a moment, then turned to the others:

"What do you think?"

"That's unbelievable. That old fox Domitian must have sent him to win us over."

A voice sounded immediately.

"Hehe, you foolish old thief Domitian, you really underestimated the cohesiveness of our Illuminati!"

Another voice echoed.

"I......"

"I really just came to join everyone..."

Fabian felt a wave of despair and tried to defend himself weakly, his voice trembling.

Reinhardt looked at him with deep eyes:

"Stay and participate in today's activities. We will observe your performance."

Then Reinhardt turned and left, tidying up the hall with everyone else.

It seems that there will be some important event next.

Not long after, a tall, bright and beautiful girl led a group of noble daughters down from the second floor of the mansion.

This is Victoria who just won the women's event.

Victoria walked to the podium in the center of the hall and announced:

"Dear brothers and sisters of the Illuminati, let us begin today's 'Love Lu' segment!"

Following her announcement, the people in the hall quickly arranged their seats and formed neat formations, their expressions becoming solemn and sacred.

Fabian was seated in a corner, and the atmosphere around him made him feel confused and uneasy.

Victoria held up a beautiful book in her hand and said in a solemn and enthusiastic voice:

"Today, we will study Chapter 72 of Lucius's Quotations."

"Lu Zaiweisi said..."

Everyone looked solemn and listened devoutly to Victoria's explanation.

Fabian: ???

Fabian stared at the scene in amazement.

He felt as if he had come to a religious ceremony, and Victoria was the high priest.

After the study of Ailuru ended, everyone started sharing and told their stories with Lucius.

Story after story was shared, each one filled with praise and admiration for Lucius.

Fabian sat in the corner, gradually attracted by the stories.

He had to admit that Lucius did possess extraordinary charisma and ability, which allowed so many outstanding young people to follow and admire him.

This reminded him of his father, Domitian.

Compared to Lucius, his father's methods were darker and he was more harsh towards his subordinates.

Fabian has lived in the shadow of his father since he was a child, enduring endless criticism and ridicule.

At this moment, a sudden memory flashed in Fabian's mind -

He was eleven years old at the time, and after being severely scolded by his father, he hid in a corner of the garden and cried alone.

At that time, Lucius, who was only six years old, noticed him and came over to sit next to him.

"Brother Fabian, why are you crying?"

Little Lucius asked curiously.

Fabian wiped away his tears, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of his cousin who was five years younger than him.

"Nothing, I...I just accidentally got blinded by the wind and sand."

"really?"

Little Lucius tilted his head, looking unconvinced:

"But this is an indoor garden, and the wind and sand outside can't get in."

Fabian was a little angry when his lie was exposed:

"Are you annoying? Go play your own game!"

To his surprise, little Lucius did not leave, but took out a handkerchief and handed it to him:

"Here, wipe your tears. If you're unhappy, just cry it out."

Fabian hesitated for a moment, then took the handkerchief and wiped his eyes.

"Did Uncle Domitian scold you again?"