CHAPTER 217: CHAPTER 167: YOU CAN RESEARCH ME_2

It sounded soul-stirring, but she had been lying in ambush all day in the Central District without seeing even a shadow of the rebels!

Rowena also went to the square today to witness the execution ceremony, her target, Prince Freeman, had already been burned to death.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, "Are you all excluding me!"

Even Miss Keroy was widely admired by the people of the Imperial Capital as a "divine bird," while she, all her heads were cut off! That professional term was something she learned from Ethan, who described Turzan like that when analyzing the Imperial Capital battle, and now Rowena knew how vile such behavior was.

The silver lining was that those cut magic scrolls hadn’t triggered, still retaining eighty percent newness, she could continue using them or sell them at the Old Sen Magic Technology Store to recover some costs.

All the basic materials were paid out of her own pocket!

"Rowena, you’re the backbone of the team. Although Prince Freeman’s troops didn’t escape the encirclement, only you in ambush in the Central District could reassure us."

Ethan wasn’t intentional either, he seriously overestimated the resilience of the rebels, thinking they would resist to the last moment, but it turned out that when the sun rose, they all surrendered, leaving Freeman alone, shouting and rushing into the crowd, only to be kicked over by the other shore.

"Really? You’re not lying to me?"

Rowena looked suspiciously at Ethan with one eye bigger than the other, but inwardly was somewhat pleased.

Ethan casually fibbed, "Of course, your presence is like the concept of an elusive fifth member, hidden in the mist, striking only at the most critical moments."

Rowena was instantly delighted.

Lately, she’d been secretly observing the Imperial Capital’s situation, listening to people’s praises of Ethan, and learning about that grand plan.

She knew Ethan was the planner, also regarded by people as a being greater than even a rightful divine, in their eyes.

And now, Ethan described her as the team’s backbone and awarded her the title of the elusive fifth member, although she had no idea what that title meant, it was surely an important part of the grand plan, typically, only pivotal characters receive such titles.

Rowena looked arrogantly at Lindong, "Lindong, why haven’t you spoken all this time?"

"I’m pondering things."

Lindong couldn’t be bothered to look at her, lost in thought.

"What are you pondering?"

"Which type of eyepatch to buy."

"Eyepatch? Are you having trouble sleeping lately? Haha, didn’t think you’d have times when you’re too anxious to sleep."

Rowena laughed heartily, when she was teamed up with Lindong before, that guy always had a stern face, disliked interacting with people, but after meeting Ethan, he changed completely, gradually becoming more human-like.

But as she laughed, she suddenly noticed something was amiss.

Lindong had a bad temper, if she were exposed to his face, he’d definitely get embarrassed and angry, either clawing at her or immediately hitting her with an ice arrow, yet Lindong not only didn’t strike, he avoided eye contact with Ethan, his face showing a hint of blush.

A foreboding feeling rose in her heart.

"You... can’t sleep... right?"

The compartment suddenly plunged into suffocating silence, until the door was opened, Rowena didn’t receive a definite answer.

Entering were Ave, the other shore, and Miss Keroy.

Their faces were full of fatigue, ever since the war ended, they hadn’t had a moment’s rest, apart from being convicted, the institutions established by the three from the Seven Council also faced overthrow and restructuring, although people were encouraged by the "grand plan," the Empire’s domestic affairs could be described as chaotic.

Coincidentally, the Second Prince Damian was a failure, previously spending every day watching plays at the Imperial Capital Grand Theater, or mingling with noble young ladies, so incompetent that even the Pope’s faction was unwilling to include him in their misdeeds, a puppet emperor who was more harmful than helpful, perhaps in the eyes of the Pope, Damian continuing to live a life of debauchery was the greatest help.

After the coup ended, Damian spent every day in his bedroom, anxious and fearful, worried he might be dragged out and killed too, but in reality, no one had the energy to bother with him.

"Aunt is organizing a new cabinet under the Margaret Clan’s name, the next heir to the throne will likely be between the eldest prince and the third princess."

Ave’s golden hair drooped listlessly on her head, unmoving, looking as if about to doze off, "They have the support of the Enlightenment Society and Neseriel Sanctuary."

For the stormy Imperial Capital, obtaining the support of an entire Transcendent faction is especially crucial, "The news of the divine spirits being dead has also greatly influenced them, both the Academy and the Astrology Guild have expressed a desire to meet, while the Lofic Consortium has gone silent."

In this regard, Ethan was not surprised.

The Empire’s civil war didn’t break out, the other shore who should have died still lived, coupled with the return of the Lindong Witch, the Empire openly had two Saints overseeing, those restless foreign forces aiming to stir up trouble should also quieten down.

"The current main issue is that the Pope’s death, coupled with the Lofic Consortium’s withdrawal, has made the Empire’s diplomacy a significant problem, aunt hopes to reconvene a diplomatic meeting, but it needs someone influential to lead."