. "...In other words, according to the original history, the current Naseril Empire is on the verge of turmoil, and the colonies of the New World are also ravaged by the elves. The pace of destruction is approaching... Is that true?" Mistera moved the onion finger casually, gently pinched the small teacup's fine ears, gracefully raised his little finger, and took a sip of black tea.

"Yes, in the original history, due to the food crisis and the centrifugal tendency of the dominant territories, and the weakness of the center of the empire, starting this fall, the trend of separation will gradually appear in various places, and the serious damage to the grain-producing areas of the New World has cut off the last glimmer of hope of the empire. Allies, autonomous territories and even direct territories have begun to flirt with the elves, and the authority of the central government is on the verge of collapse." After making a long discussion on the future in memory, Feili, whose throat was dry, also took a sip of black tea and frowned. Although the tea smelled very fragrant, the taste was really not very good. It was so sweet that it almost turned into syrup. The goddess's taste was really unique.

Mistera, immersed in thinking, did not notice the guests' small dissatisfaction. In the eyes of top power like her, Feili is really no different from a kitten and a dog, at most it is a little special.

"It seems that the situation is really bad. According to the history you remember, the empire I have worked hard to rebuilt has no lifespan, and the future of my church is also very bleak." Mistera sighed and drank the sweet black tea in one go.

"It's the land. According to that history, the empire will break out in June 1992, and was invaded by the elves in October of the same year. All regions no longer recognize the supreme rule of the imperial government. By December, the exiled imperial government held its last meeting to officially announce the dissolution of the empire." Feili also sighed quite when she mentioned the second demise of the millennium empire.

"As for your church, although it still controlled the largest territory after the split of the empire at that time, due to internal disunity and fierce attacks by traitors and elves, it quickly began to shrink rapidly. As the past allies and God departed, your believers in the mortal world would also decrease drastically, and eventually they had to become a vassal of Wojin, the goddess of trade and wealth, to resist the enemy's attack. Although there was still a chance to rise again, you had already changed from a chess player to a chess piece at that time."

Hearing her miserable end, the goddess frowned her slender eyebrows and smacked her lips unhappily, "Oh, this future is really bad. Being kept by the female wealthy woman, Wojin, is a chore. She has always claimed to be able to squeeze oil out of the stone, and this is the case when she gets out of the bed. Although she has good endurance and skills to ride her, she wants to ride the ground..."

Hey, don’t leak this kind of inside story at any time. I don’t want to be silenced! Feili’s expression was awkward, and she shouted so silently in her heart, but she didn’t dare to say it out. Although everyone knows that His Highness Mistera has always been purity in the relationship between men and women, the news is really shocking. Who would have thought that these two goddesses who fought hard in faith and power were intimate partners on the same bed!

If the believers who are still competing with each other know about this news, I believe that many people will be extremely sad and angry----I have become a prop for couples to quarrel. What a frustrating thing! No wonder these two people will turn enemies into friends so easily in the future. It turns out that they have been old generals, and he secretly complained. Well, it should be said that they are closer than those of Sichuan warlords who fired guns and cannons in the morning and played mahjong together at night during the Republic of China.

Fortunately, Mistera soon found something wrong and quickly stopped talking. She looked at Feili. She saw that he was sitting upright and not listening to the inappropriate ones. She couldn't help but burst into laughter, and then turned back to the topic quietly.

"Although the future looks very miserable, the factors that caused these disasters seem to have been eliminated now." The goddess waved her hand and an exquisite world map immediately emerged in the void.

"First, the Elf Kingdom has changed from the unification of power in history to chaotic division. Although the basic structure of the entire country is still there, it is just a piece of skin. Their central government cannot even control Yongju Island! If this is not the case, the local emperors will not be able to quickly turn from initial failure to victory after victory. It is not that the army's strength has suddenly become stronger, but that the enemy on the opposite side does not want to fight at all!"

She picked up a lollipop from the table and pointed it lightly on the map. Several thick arrows immediately appeared and extended on the map. Several areas marked with various colors turned into blood red as the arrows extended. The hexagram flag of the Nesserier Empire spread, covering almost the western half of the Feren continent. The Elf Kingdom also changed from a unified light green to a colorful palette, indicating the actual split state of the country.

"Secondly, although the New World colonies also encountered wars, they were not seriously damaged as in history." Speaking of this, she looked at Feili thoughtfully, but soon continued, "In this way, the reserves of food and various raw materials will not be greatly damaged."

"Third, although the combat operations to open up the northern transportation line have been unsuccessful and suffered heavy losses, they have achieved their basic goals at least. Although the Elf Army still has a huge fleet, it has no land forces and cannot continue to defend the Arctic Port. The remaining materials from the colony can be transported back to the land from now on, and the crisis of the empire can also be alleviated." The goddess smiled and knocked Feili's head with a lollipop, "I want to say this, thank you for your planner, little guy! Do you have any rewards you want?"

Feili blushed. He knew very well how many mistakes he made in this battle and what kind of disaster he had caused. If it weren't for those inferior artillery fighting and killing half of the enemy's troops, he would have been a defeated general. Well, this could be considered a fake to save the country, although it sounded really awkward.

"This is the result of the soldiers fighting hard. There is also a little unpredictable luck." He said modestly and sincerely, "My plan now seems to be playing the piano randomly, and your praise really shames me."

Although the goddess’ reward is very tempting, how can I know if it is a test of whether I have self-knowledge? The god’s intentions are really elusive. It is better to be as humble as possible when it is time to be humble.

It seems that the Magic Goddess is very satisfied with his low posture.

"You don't have to be polite. If you win, you will win. Not to mention that this victory is related to the rise and fall of the empire and the church. Just because you have provided me with so much future information and experience in another world, this is also what you deserve." She waved her hand generously, "Since I am the backstage boss of the Naserel Empire, I naturally have the obligation to reward the heroes. Just say whatever you want!"

If any reward of merit will alarm the backstage boss, what is the point of hiding behind the scenes? Feili muttered in her heart. But she still stroked her chest and did not take the goddess' polite words seriously, "Everything depends on your wishes. Dear lady."

"Well... I'll make a decision." The goddess bit her finger and thought, looking very cute. "By the way," she slapped her head suddenly, "My voter team has not replenished new blood for a long time. The current voters are still left by the former Magic Goddess. How about I sign you as a candidate voter?"

Feili was stupid. He originally thought that the goddess would reward a treasure, teach a few powerful magic, or give him a false title in the Church of Mistera. However, he was named a voter... Although he was an alternate, this was a super prize that was ten thousand times more generous than winning the lottery! It was enough to knock people out.

The so-called elected people of the gods refer to the believers of God and as God’s agents in the mortal world. The elect not only has a high status in the church they belong to. Their own strength is usually quite powerful. In the dark era of the Middle Ages, they were all great heroes who could massacre cities and destroy countries by relying on the power of one person. Even the kings of various countries were respectful to them, fearing that one would cause great disaster if they were not served well. Even in the present, the elected people were still at the peak of the mortal world power, which was similar to strategic nuclear weapons.

The power of the elect comes directly from God. Every time the canonization of the elect is a weakening of God's own power. Therefore, there are generally only two or three electors of each God, and some God simply does not have a single elector.

The only exception among them is that there is only the second generation of magic goddess Mithra. In the more than a thousand years she took office, she has enthroned the Ilminster Sage, the "Seven Sisters of the North", and later became the god of wizards, and more than a dozen voters such as Kelben and Samus. The current third generation of magic goddess Mithra has only inherited her mantle and has not enthroned it for hundreds of years.

Before these people became voters, they were all famous among the countries. Although they could not be called killing gods and destroying Buddhas, they had few rivals in the universe. Feili guessed that with his level 14 magic level that contains a lot of water, it was really not enough to compare with these great people. Moreover, his qualifications were too shallow to convince the public. If he rashly took over, he would definitely be pushed to the forefront, and he would probably be smashed to pieces by his jealous eyes.

He sighed. Excessive promotion is often not a good thing. Although this bait is tempting, he really has no teeth to swallow it.

"Your Highness, this kind of promotion seems to be a bit too much. I am not a clergyman in the church. I really dare not bear it, so I beg your Highness to take it back."

Mistera blinked her big blue eyes and suddenly put one hand on Feli's forehead. Feli felt dizzy, but soon recovered. He calmed down and now Mistera had already taken back his hands.

"Fery Taylor," she said word by word, "I already understand what you are worried about. You feel that your magic level is too low and your qualifications are not old enough, so you don't have the ability and qualifications to be my voter, right?" "...Yes, please forgive me for being incompetent."

After hearing such an answer, Misterra seemed a little discouraged, "Oh, I thought you had the knowledge beyond this era and would be different from some fools, but I didn't expect to be clichéd... Do you really think that God would like to let those great heroes with strong power be their own electors?"

“…Isn’t it?”
Chapter completed!