"A duke came here in person. It seems that the situation within the Secret Group has deteriorated to a certain extent." There was a bit of ridicule in Nathaniel's words.

Osana couldn't help but sigh, "Self-closure and the monopoly of power have led to serious internal rot. I long for a reform to save the Secret Group, but the radicals regard me as their mortal enemy."

"This is natural. Although there are not many connections between the Bureau of Order and the Secret Groups, I know very well what the radicals within you are thinking... I guess they want to break the contract and come to the world, right?"

Nathaniel shook his head helplessly as he spoke, "The Sublime Ones are existences beyond human beings, and they should rule this land openly. I'm tired of hearing similar rhetoric."

"But the Sublime One is indeed a being that transcends humans and should lead the advancement of human civilization." Osana couldn't help but retort.

Nathaniel glanced at her disappointedly, "I thought you were different from other old-fashioned guys and wouldn't hold the idea that the Sublime One is supreme."

"But this is an indisputable fact. Sublime ones are more powerful than humans."

Osana's voice turned weak, as if giving in to Nathaniel, "I do think so, but I'm not as extreme as the radicals."

"extreme……"

Nathaniel savored the word for a moment, then threw it behind him, "Let's talk about some important things first."

"contract……"

As soon as Osana finished speaking, she was interrupted by Nathaniel.

"No, no, I'm not talking about the contract. It's not important right now."

Nathaniel's gaze became sharp, and Osana's heart couldn't help but feel like she was being stared at by some kind of terrifying weirdness.

"What I want to know is, Night Clan."

Nathaniel asked, "Is the Night Clan's activity in the territory related to your secret group?"

"It has nothing to do with it," Osana replied forcefully, "This is a very serious accusation."

"Are you sure? Are the extremists in the Secret Group really not going to cooperate with the Night Clan?"

Nathaniel's voice became softer as he spoke, "Ever since the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, the differences between us have never been eliminated. We feel that the Sublime ones are just powerful mortals, but you think that the Sublime ones are beyond human beings.

Existence... the Night Clan also feels this way."

Osana took a deep breath, controlled her emotions and said, "Deputy Director Nathaniel, the purpose of my coming to the Bureau of Order this time is not to accept your trial, but to discuss the continuation of the contract."

"Should we continue to fulfill the contract and not interfere with each other, or..."

"Or what? Tear up the contract and start a war with the Bureau of Order?" Nathaniel was very aggressive today. He said nonchalantly, "Do you think the current group of secrets is capable of starting a war with the Bureau of Order?"

Osana said without changing her expression, "Even if you don't have the ability, this will be a big trouble for the Bureau of Order, and you won't like this choice."

"Then I guess if you continue to fulfill the contract, you will put forward many conditions that will make me unhappy."

Nathaniel observed Osana's microexpression, and he knew that he had guessed correctly.

"With the advancement of science and technology and the development of productivity, your conservative aristocratic ideas are no longer feasible. The area originally negotiated by the Order Bureau and you can no longer accommodate your development. You need more land, and more

A lot of power. Am I right?"

Osana was silent for a while and nodded helplessly.

"Then this meeting, the four dukes should have come to see me together, why are you the only one?"

Nathaniel continued, "I think the remaining three dukes are what you and I would call radicals, and you are here to seek help in regulating this potential crisis."

Osana knew that Nathaniel had seen through everything, so she did not hide anything and spoke.

"The pressure within the Secret Group is getting bigger and bigger. There are more and more so-called noble bloodlines. Even homeless people on the street can find prominent names one by one if they follow the bloodlines. If these are not enough

The problem is that the closed and conservative backward thinking has seriously restricted the development of the Secret Group, and even the alchemy matrix that we are most proud of has gradually fallen behind."

"The radicals are eager to expand outward, but this is undoubtedly a violation of the contract, and they know it very well."

Osana said wearily, "They are seeking war, and I am trying to prevent it."

"One question, why do the radicals think that going to war abroad can solve the current problem? Do they think they have the ability to fight against the Bureau of Order?"

Nathaniel asked a crucial question.

"Or is there some external force that is influencing them, making them feel that they can fight against the Bureau of Order?"

Osana was speechless, and Nathaniel waved goodbye to her.

"Get some rest first, guest, we have plenty of time to discuss these things."

The darkness quickly dissipated, and when the vision returned, Osana was back in the courtyard, exactly where she had just disappeared.

She felt confused about the uncertain future, but tonight, she was not the only one who was equally confused.

Boluogo opened his eyes and finally fell asleep, but he woke up soon after and looked at the time. It was still a long time before dawn.

A nameless feeling of irritability arose in Boluogo's heart.

"The soulless is an excellent container, capable of holding many strange things."

Boluogo closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

Through Saqin's memory, Bologo was able to determine that he himself was a soulless person, and that the soul that filled him came from King Solomon.

The lost soul is thrown from the material world into the void boundary of the etheric world, and then obtains the coordinates of another world.

The memory in Boluogo's mind is the coordinates of the world. Once the devil completely obtains himself, it also completely obtains the coordinates of the world.

The material world will not be freed from the hands of the devil, but will cause another world to fall into the same disaster.

Boluogo didn't know what King Solomon wanted to do. He didn't even know what the original deal with Leviathan was.

Is the soul really necessary for oneself, a soulless person?

What would happen if you lost your entire soul?

There were too many problems that he couldn't figure out, and Boluogo no longer chose to internalize himself, but looked for the simplest and most straightforward solution.

Sitting up, Boluogo picked up the paper on the bedside table, which was an application document.
Chapter completed!