Renners and Imina had already departed that very night.
With the extermination of two major noble families being such a massive incident, Renners would soon be targeted. Naturally, the sooner she left the Bahaus Empire, the better.
Regarding the tasks he had assigned the two women, the situation on Renners' side was actually a bit more complex, but if handled correctly, the returns would be immense.
The Kingdom and the Empire were in a state of war, especially now, given the Kingdom's severe losses.
The daughter of a noble who had slaughtered two major families of the Empire had arrived within their own national borders.
This was a living example of a blow to the Blood Emperor's centralization of power and reputation.
The Kingdom's nobles might feel some disgust or rejection toward what Renners had done, but compared to Gazef, who was of commoner status...
Renners, a noble's daughter with formidable strength, was actually more likely to be accepted by the nobility.
Particularly because of her actions, she couldn't possibly be a spy sent by the Empire; she had even severed any hope of returning to the Empire herself.
With all these traits combined, Lyle didn't believe the members of the Royal Family would fail to act.
"Build an organization? Nothing is more direct than controlling a country."
"Unfortunately, the Empire is too close to the location where the 'Great Tomb of Nazarick' will descend, and they'll surrender too quickly."
"It's not suitable for too much preparation here."
Lyle raised his hand, stroking the somewhat coarse and stiff black fur of the little Ghost Hound. "Tell me, between First Prince Barbro, Second Prince Zanac, and Third Princess Rana, who is more suitable?"
"Whine~"
The little wraith narrowed its eyes and let out a comfortable, soft hum.
Naturally, it could not provide an answer.
The Imperial Capital · Royal Palace.
Inside the brightly lit, luxurious grand hall.
The Blood Emperor, Jircniv, looked at the detailed intelligence in his hand regarding the annihilation of the two major noble families, his face covered in a layer of frost.
"Are you certain it was Renners Rockbruise?"
Jircniv asked in a cold voice.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The Secretary Officer quickly lowered his head and spoke. "Whether it's the motive or the people within the two territories, they all saw someone whose appearance was very similar to Renners Rockbruise."
"That crazy woman!"
A vein popped on Jircniv's forehead. He raised his palm and slammed the document in his hand onto the desk.
Bang!
"Find her immediately and arrest her!" Jircniv's tone was ice-cold.
Although he had long been dissatisfied with those incompetent, decadent nobles, he had planned to clean them out gradually. What Renners did would inevitably allow those remaining old fogies to use it as a pretext for a counterattack.
Of course!
He also would not permit such unstable individuals to exist within the Empire.
The good mood he had gained from achieving decent results on the border battlefield was completely wiped away by this incident.
"How is the research on the alchemical potions going over at the Ministry of Magic?"
Jircniv raised both hands and gently massaged his temples, speaking with majesty without looking up.
"Currently, there has been no progress."
"The Ministry of Magic suspects that the other party's methods for refining alchemy are not existing alchemical techniques or methods. They hope Your Majesty can invite him."
The Secretary Officer, holding a stack of files, spoke quickly. Without hesitation, he picked out one from the many documents in his arms and placed it before Jircniv.
"This is all the intelligence gathered regarding the adventurer Tang. There isn't much information."
Jircniv reached out to take the file, his golden pupils scanning it rapidly. Then he closed the file.
He placed it on the desk and tapped his finger lightly on the document, remaining silent.
"Reject the request from the Ministry of Magic."
Jircniv spoke, then paused. "Is there any issue on the old man's side?"
"Lord Fluder is also interested in that alchemical potion, but he hasn't proactively mentioned it," the Secretary Officer replied after a brief thought, without hesitation.
"Mhm."
Jircniv nodded and looked back at the file in his hand. "What do you think?"
The Secretary Officer immediately stood straight, a pair of sharp eyes showing beneath his light-blonde hair. "This alchemist adventurer named Tang has issues!"
"How so?" Jircniv's lips curled slightly as he raised his golden pupils to look at the Secretary Officer.
"According to intelligence from the Adventurers Guild, the party registered as an adventurer in E-Rantel of the Re-Estize Kingdom over a month ago."
"Then he entered our borders. For nearly half a month, his specific movements were very erratic, as if he were looking for something."
"From the following half-month until now, he only arrived in the Imperial Capital to start selling alchemical potions. Judging by the price of the potions and the commotion currently caused in the market, the party's goal is not money."
The Secretary Officer spoke solemnly.
"Then what is it for?" Jircniv leaned back, his tone carrying a hint of laziness and a light chuckle.
"There is too little intelligence to make an accurate judgment."
"However, during his few outings, he appeared at the Imperial Magic Academy once and had contact with two students: Arshe Silve Furt and Frianne Vualia Ray Guisemonde."
2
As the Secretary Officer spoke, he picked out another file from the documents in his arms and placed it before the Emperor.
"Furt?"
Hearing this somewhat unfamiliar family name that left no impression, Jircniv was somewhat puzzled.
"A small family stripped of its noble title by Your Majesty. Their eldest daughter, Arshe Silve Furt, is currently one of the most famous geniuses in the Imperial Magic Academy," the Secretary Officer said.
As for the other name, it didn't need the Secretary Officer's introduction.
"Guisemonde—"
The Blood Emperor ignored Arshe of the small family, narrowed his eyes, and murmured softly to himself. Then he continued, "He doesn't attend invitations from any side and spends most of his time in his residence in the noble district. Heh."
"He doesn't want money and doesn't care about fame. I'd like to know what he actually wants."
"Have people keep an eye on him."
"Yes, Your Majesty," the Secretary Officer said respectfully.
Due to Imina's departure...
Lyle had to personally handle some matters, such as delivering the alchemical potions to the Adventurers Guild for sale.
Because of this, he even met the incredibly enthusiastic Guild Master of the Imperial Capital's Adventurers Guild, a middle-aged man with a bit of a merchant's aura.
After a friendly encounter between the two parties...
Lyle increased the quantity from five Regeneration Potions a day to eight, though on the surface, he still provided five a day.
The Adventurers Guild Master, in turn, raised Lyle's 'Copper' rank adventurer status to 'Gold' rank, while also paying an additional 1,000 gold coins.
It should be noted that the Adventurers Guild had explicit regulations: regardless of an adventurer's strength, they had to take on quests to increase their adventurer rank.
And the Imperial Capital's Guild Master indeed did not break the rules.
Because the effects of the Regeneration Potion were indeed excellent, coupled with its popularity, some wealthy nobles or merchants directly posted commissions at the Adventurers Guild.
Since they were quests, Lyle, as an adventurer, could naturally accept them.
If one had to say...
It was just that the Adventurers Guild processed the quests a bit faster, and the time taken for the jump from 'Copper' to 'Gold' was a bit shorter.
There was no issue with the procedure.
Of course, according to the Imperial Capital's Guild Master, wanting to rise further from 'Gold' rank would involve stricter requirements and a relatively long review period.
He would also have to complete several normal quests.
Quickly promoting him to a Gold rank adventurer was already the maximum authority the Adventurers Guild Master could grant.
For an organization that had been passed down for centuries, some loopholes had long ceased to exist, and the rules had been supplemented to a near-perfect degree.
Regarding this...
Lyle only felt it was a bit of a pity; he originally thought he could grind adventurer quests.
However, being able to rise from the lowest rank to Gold rank without wasting time was already a pleasant surprise.
Besides this small surprise...
After three consecutive days had passed, Lyle discovered another matter.
He was being watched!
It wasn't the surveillance of various factions in the Imperial Capital, but rather surveillance from some street-patrolling soldiers.
Bang! The heavy gates of the noble courtyard closed.
Lyle turned around expressionlessly and returned to the courtyard.
"The last shred of hope has vanished."
Lyle sighed softly. The nameplate hanging at his waist, which had been replaced with one made of gold, swayed slightly with his steps.
He previously thought the Blood Emperor hadn't noticed him, which was why there had been no movement. But when these surveillance soldiers appeared...
He realized that this plan to plot for the [Immortal] class had failed.
Given the Blood Emperor's personality, having learned of the abilities he displayed yet choosing to send people to monitor him instead of summoning him meant the Blood Emperor was already wary of him.
"As expected, I was still a bit too rushed."
Lyle recalled what he had done during this period and shook his head.
"It's time to leave."
Lyle glanced at the beautiful, large courtyard with its fountain, his eyes showing not a hint of lingering attachment.
The [Immortal] class could only be obtained next time. But by then, he wouldn't use such gentle methods.
Ye!!!
Suddenly, a loud knocking sound rang out.
It was as if someone were using a large iron hammer to strike the heavy gate with force.
Lyle's face hardened, his eyes narrowing slightly. A magic scroll appeared in his hand immediately, and he turned back toward the gate.
Before even getting close to the gate, the expression on Lyle's face relaxed.
He already knew who had come.
An unexpected person, the 'War King' Go Gin!
That massive body, over three meters tall, was already a head taller than his gate. It was hard not to recognize him.