Stone pillars surround the courtyard, as if they are holding up the sky and the earth, creating a huge space. Stairs and hanging corridors are intertwined. Employees walk past silently, like precision mechanical components, driving the movement of the huge thing.

Run at high speed.

This is not the first time Osana has dealt with the Bureau of Order. She had negotiated with the Bureau of Order as early as when she surpassed her brothers and sisters, and even surpassed her father's generation to inherit the honor of the Duke.

These real rulers of the Rhine League came in a dark night to confirm the overlapping of power with their new Duke, and then left silently before sunrise.

Bureau of Order, the mysterious Bureau of Order. Even though they live in the same land, Osana's understanding of them is limited to books and legends.

Before coming, Osana tried hard to imagine various possibilities in her mind, trying to build a clear image of these mysterious people in her mind, but those images all fell apart after arriving in the reclamation room.

Without the need to observe carefully with her eyes, Osana could feel the weight and power of the Ken Room just by relying on the sensitivity of her etheric perception. After decades of management, the Bureau of Order has built this place into a fortress.

Osana lamented the technological innovation of the Bureau of Order. Since the unity and division during the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, the Bureau of Order has developed rapidly, while the Secret Group has stagnated. She always felt that sooner or later, they, a group of conservative nobles, would have to

Be eliminated.

"That's all."

A voice rang out, and he complained in a low voice, "These people from the Order Bureau completely violate tradition. What do they mean?"

Osana turned her head and listened to Rolfo continue, "These bastards have blasphemed the sanctity of the Sublime Ones."

"Quiet, Rolf, we are guests."

Osana's voice became stern. Faced with Osana's scolding, Rolfo kept his mouth shut, but his eyes continued to wander around, showing disdain for every employee who looked at him.

After asking Rolf to be honest, Osana sighed helplessly.

All members of the Secret Group are ancient extraordinary nobles. When faced with the invitation from the Bureau of Order, everyone chose their own ancient honor and refused to integrate into this huge alliance.

At first, the Group of Secrets could still occupy a certain leading position by relying on ancient knowledge. However, as the times changed, the Bureau of Order developed faster than they imagined, and now it has completely crushed the Group of Secrets.

The Bureau of Order pays little attention to the Secret Groups. As long as they remain stable within the borders of the Rhine League, the Bureau of Order will not have any objections to them.

Osana knew that this was not a concession by the Bureau of Order to the Secret Group, but that the Secret Group had no use value to the Bureau of Order.

Osana came here just for this trip.

"How long do they want us to wait?" said another man, his name was Soti.

Osana took a deep breath, silently clenched her fists, and whispered, "Quiet, don't let me talk nonsense anymore."

Several people looked at each other, and even if they felt unwilling to do so, they still kept their mouths shut.

They are a group of bastards who are proud of their ancient aristocratic status, but Osana is more noble than them all. In the face of authority, they can only surrender.

After complaining, they remained silent and glanced silently at the surrounding staff. The staff had long heard about the difficulties of the Secret Group and simply ignored their superior gaze.

Compared with those complicated historical factors, there is a simple and straightforward reason that can explain the relationship between the Secret Group and the Bureau of Order.

City people look at country people.

The Bureau of Order is redneck.

Rolfo and Soti were complaining, and so were the staff.

"Every time I negotiate with the Secret Group, I want to apply for a work-related injury." A staff member whispered.

"Did they beat you?" another asked.

"No, I just feel that talking to them is disgusting," the clerk said. "I have never seen such arrogant people. How old is it? They are still hiding in secret, claiming that they are extraordinary nobles. Look at their clothes.

The clothes, aren’t they uncomfortable to wear?”

"I have read similar reasoning in books. Some people will reject modernization and feel superior by maintaining their own old traditions."

"This describes them quite aptly. They regard their own glory as all they have."

"No, the essence is that they are afraid of change, afraid that changes in the world will take away everything they have, afraid of accepting new ideas and new worlds, so they cling to the so-called glory to comfort themselves."

The whispers of the staff could not escape Osana's ears. She remained calm and undisturbed until the elevator door opened and a staff member strode towards Osana.

Osana didn't know his name or his position, but she could feel the weak ether deliberately released from the man's body.

Basekeeper.

"Hello, I'm Holt, the leader of the fourth group."

Holt briefly introduced himself and extended his hand to Osana.

"One of the four dukes of the Secret Order, Osana."

Osana nodded lightly, held hands with Holt, and after a brief gesture of etiquette, Holt turned around and walked quickly, raising his hand to signal Osana to follow him.

Holt said without looking back, "The time of your visit is a little unlucky. Logically speaking, we will arrange accommodation for you and meet again the next day."

Osana followed up and said, "I value this meeting very much and don't want to waste any time."

Holt looked sideways slightly and took another look at Osana, "You are a little different from the group of secrets in my impression."

"What?" Osana smiled, "Aren't you so arrogant?"

"Pretty much, you are one of the few people who can bring a little humility. As for the others... they are really annoying."

Holt commented unceremoniously on the Secret Group, "In your own territory, you are not only extraordinary nobles, you are simply kings."

Osana kept a stiff smile. She knew that the next step would be another series of accusations against the Secret Group. The mistakes made by her predecessors had now befallen her, and she had no way to defend herself.

Holt asked casually, "What do you want when you come here this time?"

"I need to see Nathaniel." Osana said forcefully.

"Okay, okay, actually you can guess some things without asking... Are you a reformist in the group of secrets?" Holt said to himself.

"Um."

Osana responded helplessly.

Holt laughed, "You want to change the rotten group of secrets by yourself? This is too difficult."

"So I came to seek help from the Bureau of Order."

"Let the Order Bureau help you resolve those objections? You know the contract. We will not interfere with each other, let alone use force to assist."

Holt saw clearly, and he continued, "Besides, the group of secrets has been at the top for too long, so long that your decadent glory has developed inertia. This is no longer a problem that can be solved by killing a few people."

Osana stopped, "I just want to avoid the darkest future."

Holt stood there and hesitated for a while, looking at Osana repeatedly, his sharp eyes cutting through her body like a knife, carving dense cracks and bloody lines on every inch of her skin.

"Night Clan?" Holt asked tentatively.

Osana said nothing, just looked at Holt coldly.

"All right."

Holt released his own ether, which made Rolf and Soti immediately alert. When they noticed Holt's high-pitched defender's power, they realized that their vigilance was meaningless.

The ether twisted the surrounding matter. Holt stretched out his hand gracefully, as if sending an invitation to Osana to dance. Osana hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out her hand and placed it on Holt's palm.

"Do you have very high authority in the field?"

Osana noticed the twists and turns of the surrounding paths, and Kenshi was transporting them to an unknown location.

"Absolutely." Holt said.

"But you're just a defender."

Osana knew that the defender might be considered a high-ranking figure within the group of secrets, but within the Bureau of Order, the defender was just a sharper sword.

This is the fundamental difference between the Secret Group and the Bureau of Order. One regards transcendence as the exclusive power of the aristocratic class, while the other only regards it as a tool.

Therefore, the Order Bureau is developing rapidly, the Alchemy Matrix is ​​iterating at an alarming rate, and the Secret Group has entered decay and needs to be changed.

"Yes, I'm just a defender," Holt said nonchalantly, "but my promotion ceremony will be held soon. They just handed over the authority of the Glorious One to me in advance."

Seeing Osana's shocked expression, Holt's ether closed in, and the winding path swallowed the two of them and disappeared directly.

Rolfo and Soti looked at each other in confusion. Their Duke ran away with others. Looking at the many staff around them, they didn't know what to do for a while, and even their arrogance weakened a bit.

In a certain darkness in the room, Osana opened her eyes. In the murky shadows, a ray of light fell, and she could clearly see the blurry figure sitting in the darkness.

"Welcome, Duke Osana of the Mysteries."

A rich voice sounded, and then he stood up, his vague outline appearing extremely tall.

"I think this is where I finalized the contract with your father."

Nathaniel stepped out of the shadows. He looked much more weathered than before, as if time had finally caught up with him.

Osana saluted Nethaniel, and then stated the purpose of her visit.

"The Secret Order needs a reform to completely destroy this so-called extraordinary noble."

Nathaniel was not surprised by this, and just whispered, "This will be a civil war."

"There is always a price to pay for scraping off sepsis."

Osana's eyes were firm.

In the summoning room, Holt's figure retreated silently, leaving only Osana and Nathaniel. There were waves of chill all around, as if a cold wind was blowing constantly.

Nathaniel raised his hand to signal, and then Onasa felt a pair of big hands pressing her shoulders, forcing herself to sit down, and a chair held her firmly in the darkness.
To be continued...