"Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty the King.∈◆," Siegel reached out his hand, and just like opening a curtain, tearing open the space and establishing a portal to the Temple of Magic. "It won't take up too much time if everything goes well."

Except for Evan, all the members of the imperial meeting stood up, "How did you do it? Magic is not allowed in the palace!" They looked at Siegel with a surprised expression, with a hint of nervousness between their slightly trembling eyebrows.

"I am a magic god, and it's not difficult to do all this." Siegel looked at Wiki, the intelligence manager: "Why didn't Wiki tell you? His spies are all over the world. It's a pity that the spies do as an assassin, and forgot to pass on intelligence."

"I've sent out the cat, but there are no assassins." Wiki shook his head: "Mr. Marquis must have misunderstood something."

"This possibility does not exist, but you can't convince me." After Siegel finished speaking, he ignored Wiki's explanation and walked into the portal first. Evan tidied up his clothes, held the sword in his hand and walked in.

Except for the priest and the birth knight, everyone else in the temple was persuaded to go out. Despite this, there was still an indelible smell in the Enlightenment Hall. Sweat, mud and human breathing were mixed together, and the incense that had just been lit. Evan wrinkled his nose and sneeze hard: "This is the first time I have smelled such a city atmosphere in the temple. I really didn't expect that the Magic Temple shouldn't be particularly magical, mysterious and gorgeous?"

"That is the elves' art institute, not my magic temple." Siegel explained to Evan while leading the way: "My magic comes from the need for life transformation, and the greatest achievement is to obtain energy and improve craftsmanship. Since magic can make many people improve their lives, why should it be used as a poem for a few people? The taste here reminds us that the real source of magic is not the whims of some big people, but the most basic needs of ordinary people. The need for survival, the need for life, and the need for endless life."

"Wow, it makes sense, and it sounds like that. If not all gods are hypocritical villains, I would believe in magic gods."

"I am the magic god." Siegel said to Evan.

"Ha, this joke is not fun. I know you have studied the magic circles of the palace, so it's not surprising that you can cast spells in the palace. But to become a god? Unless you are originally a god and have been disguising as a mortal with Siegel, I will not believe it." He pondered for a moment, and then said, "Do you want the Fanxing Royal Family to cooperate with the Magic Temple? Based on past experience and lessons, including the ancestral teachings of previous kings, this is impossible, sorry."

"It's about cooperation, but not what you think." The gate of the temple opened automatically in front of Siegel. Behind the door was a prayer room. Apart from the basic symbols written in languages ​​of various races on the floor and walls, there was nothing here. However, because I knew that many people would come, Golem Reid brought the new priests and paladins of the temple to borrow long tables and chairs, and placed water cups and flowers. It was barely a simple conference room.

Janet sat here with her daughter in her arms, her back facing Siegel, and was humming a song to coax the child to sleep. Isaac moved a chair himself and sat upright with a serious expression. When the door opened, he stood up and greeted him respectfully.

Siegel signaled him to come and brought him to Evan: "Kneel down and swear allegiance."

"Huh? Although he is a good guy, he is too young and it's not time to take the oath, right?" Evan said strangely.

"This is the oldest man in my squid family. I have become a god and cannot be considered a human being." Siegel rubbed his son's black hair. "I am going to hand over the title and Heim to him. According to the rules, he will swear allegiance to you."

Evan looked at Siegel with his head tilted, "This is not your way to escape the oath, right? What do you want to do, use spells to play in the outside world? Is there a world like a goblin?"

"Actually, I'm the only one who hasn't escaped, and you'll soon understand." Siegel patted his son's shoulder and said to him in a gentle tone: "Do you remember the sentence of swearing allegiance?"

"I remember, father." On such a formal occasion, Isaac acted well, and except for his tender face, it was impossible to tell that he was less than ten years old. "I, Isaac Cuttlefish, the son of Siegel Cuttlefish, and the heir of the Cuttlefish family, are willing to offer my loyalty to Evan Fanxing, the King of the Star Kingdom, the Temple of Morning Light ("remove the Saint of Morning Light," Evan interjected), the guardian of mankind. As my ancestors did, serve, manage, maintain, contribute to the continuation of the Star Kingdom and mankind, and work tirelessly for justice and kindness."

Evan now knew that this was not a joke, so he became serious, and after listening carefully to Isaac's oath, he replied: "Isaac Squid, I accept your oath and impose it on the honor of your ancestors... fathers. You will continue to be the Marquis of the Royal Family of the Star Kingdom, the Lord of Heim, the Guardian of the New World and the Arbitration. The original honor, trust and glory deepen this sacred... great bond."

He tapped Isaac's shoulders and tapped his head. It wasn't originally this kind of tapping action, but Isaac didn't move and showed good control. Evan put away his long sword, rubbed the child's hair, helped him stand up, raised his eyebrows, and said jokingly: "Your father feels like he wants to run away from home, that's definitely not good. You are now the lord of Heim. How about not ordering the soldiers to arrest him and lock him in your mother's room? You have to give an order to see if the knights are loyal?"

"It is wrong to order my father to be arrested, and the knights cannot catch him, which is not wise at all." Isaac replied very seriously: "Father will not leave. You are lying to me. Moreover, unless I do something against justice and morality, the king cannot interfere in the affairs of my territory. This is not honorable!"

Evan laughed: "Okay, you will be a better lord than your father. We two are at your age, one is a sailor and the other is a swordsman apprentice, but you don't know much!"

"If he could still have a territory, he would be much better than me." Siegel saw Janet's shoulder trembling slightly, knowing that she actually didn't want to see this scene. At least before Isaac became an adult, or before Siegel's "dead", she didn't want her husband to do this. After all, it was too much like "explaining the funeral". She also understood that God would not die, and her children would become lords one day, but as a woman, she would still be moved and didn't know what kind of mood to deal with it.

Siegel walked up to her, holding her shoulders with both hands, leaving a kiss between her hair. "Don't worry, have more faith in me. You don't know what a god can do, but you'll understand in a moment."

Janet closed her eyes, rubbed Segal's hand on her shoulder, without saying a word. He still only knew magic and did not understand women's minds. This has nothing to do with ability, has nothing to do with identity, and has no reason. Emotion is unexplainable. It is not based on logic and reasoning, it has its own trajectory.

Just like Siegel cannot handle complex politics well, he cannot handle complex emotions well. Wendy and Mana are in the temple, which is a complicated matter in itself, but Siegel believes that it can be split up "one code to one code". This is not a spell or a magic circle, so how can there be clues to clarify? Janet sighed slightly, and some people will worry about it in the future.

Siegel came to the top of the long table and stood there. "This matter is not only Heimeng Territory and the Star Kingdom, but also related to all races in the entire Thunder Wall World, and even non-intellectual groups. So..."

He improved his divine power without hesitation, his whole body was shrouded in iridescent flames. The priests of the Magic Temple were all kneeling on the ground. They were moved by the surging power in their bodies and murmured with tears. Siegel spread out his left palm, and a microcosm of the world of Thunder Wall emerged. This was the same source as the third level map of the Magic Tower of the Magic Academy, from which they could communicate anywhere in the world. The divine fire was not stable. Siegel usually did not want to use such strong power, but now he didn't have time to care about it.

"Elf, dwarf, orc, dragon; dwarf, half man, Naga, and hidden undead. All races using magic are well listened to. This is the direct will of the magic god. Immediately through the portal to the magic temple, there are important things to be announced."

Siegel's words were transmitted as the elemental shocks were passed, and all creatures who could perform magic received this message. They were confused at first, but were soon convinced by this message to know that it came from the magic god. But where is the portal, and who should go to the temple?

This question was quickly answered. Siegel once again improved his divine power and used the map in his hand to open a portal to individuals with the strongest magic fluctuations in various races. For a moment, the entire Magic Temple was filled with flashes of space cracks. Every time a passage was opened, a shadow of Siegel would come in. Only the Golem Reed and Evan could see clearly. The shadows of Siegel were actually cloned, carrying the holy power of the magic god, similar to the strength of the saint. Siegel sent his "envoy" to various powerful people and asked them to come to the temple.

The individuals with the strongest magic fluctuations in each race basically have power, but it does not mean that they are the managers of each race. Siegel sent his own clones to come, and even if these strong people did not come, they would inform the identity and location of the race representatives. The portal kept flashing, and the saints traveled back and forth across the continent. If they encountered a race that could not decide who the leader was or that collective decision, the saints ordered them to make a decision within three minutes.

"Just when your race is facing a catastrophe, there is only three minutes to make a decision." Siegel's clone said: "If you don't even have this ability, or if you are willing to be responsible for this matter, you will not be able to grasp the ability to destiny. I will choose someone at will and will not delay more time for it."

Some unruly races wanted to try the Siegel cloning, but they found that their attack methods could not hit these cloning bodies no matter what. It was like an illusion, and it was simply useless to use magical means to deal with the magical sage. Siegel would not waste his energy to "educate" these races at this time, and would only take a participant to the temple when time arrived.
Chapter completed!