Farming with Entries: From Lord to Emperor

"Two dragons?!"

"Your Majesty, please mind your demeanor." Leon reminded softly.

Atrey swallowed hard, suppressing the shock inside,

"Someone,"

Atrey’s voice restored its majesty, "please invite Mr. Lusen over; we might not be able to handle this alone."

"Your Majesty, Lusen has returned to the Dawn Society, I was just about to report to you."

Leon explained, "The Dawn Society had some matters needing his attention, and he left in a hurry."

"In that case..."

Atrey bit her lip, falling into a brief contemplation.

After a moment, she turned to Marquis Cold Blade,

"Eufri, you should return and await news."

"This matter is too significant; I need to consult with others."

"Also, I need more information. Please send over all the letters you’ve received shortly."

"Including reports from your spies, descriptions from the frontline commanders, all details about those two dragons."

"Your Majesty, my territory cannot wait, it urgently needs your support!"

Marquis Cold Blade anxiously urged, "Every day’s delay allows Luo De’s army to advance deeper into my lands!"

"Please calm down, Eufri."

Atrey’s face became serious, her gaze sharp.

She straightened her back, exuding an undeniable authority.

"I cannot rashly dispatch the Empire’s army just upon hearing a rumor."

"You should understand that mobilizing troops requires food, pay, and logistics."

"More importantly, if they really possess two dragons..."

Atrey paused.

"Then the army I send might just be heading to their deaths."

"I need time to formulate a strategy, to consult spellcasters familiar with extraordinary powers."

"I need your patience, Eufri."

Marquis Cold Blade’s expression turned stiff, his mouth opened as if to speak further.

But in the end, he closed his mouth.

The Marquis’s shoulders slumped as he slowly nodded,

"Very well, Your Majesty."

"I will obey your command."

Marquis Cold Blade’s voice was deep and weary.

After speaking, he stepped back, bowing deeply and exited the study.

Once Marquis Cold Blade had completely left, Atrey looked at Leon, lowering her voice,

"If it’s true, we must bring that Luo De to our side."

Atrey paused, adding, "If necessary, we can forgo some things of no value."

"I understand."

Leon nodded firmly, replying in a low voice, "I will make the arrangements."

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Broken Rock Empire, Western Province.

In a spacious underground chamber on one of the isles.

Dim candlelight flickered unsteadily, magic glows faintly twinkling on the thick stone walls, isolating all outside sounds.

In the center of the basement, a stone table nearly five meters long was set, surrounded by thirteen robed figures of varying ages.

The youngest was Lusen, and the oldest was a middle-aged woman with a full head of silver hair sitting at the head of the table.

At the Dawn Society’s extended table council, anyone capable could have a seat, without age or seniority restrictions.

Their faces flickered in the candlelight, appearing both mysterious and solemn.

In the center of the table lay a stack of parchment, densely packed with intelligence records.

The silver-haired middle-aged woman slowly began speaking,

"Ladies and gentlemen."

Her voice was hoarse and low.

"We’ve gathered today to discuss the Empire’s situation."

The silver-haired woman’s gaze swept over everyone’s faces, "Should we side with the Royal Family or the Duke of Flowers?"

"The Royal Family has no place for the Dawn Society, they’ve never regarded us spellcasters properly, even treating us like frauds."

The elder in the red robe spoke with discontent,

"Previously, they even united with the Holy Council to suppress us. Should we choose such a Royal Family?"

The red-robed elder’s implication was clear: they should side with the Duke of Flowers.

The Dawn Society thrived in the Western Isles and had always had good relations, even some cooperation, with the Duke of Flowers.

"That was in Agna’s time, the situation is different now."

Lusen slowly spoke, "Fa Fuke, the current Queen greatly values us, not only fulfilling previous promises but also offering access to the Empire’s treasury."

"That’s because her foolish father died to extraordinary power, and she’s afraid."

The elder in red couldn’t help but sneer, "She knows if she continues to disregard us, she too will meet the same fate as her father."

"I disagree with your perspective, but regardless, we already have a treaty with the Royal Family."

Lusen stated calmly, "Now that we have what we want, we should continue to honor the agreement."

"Agna is dead, the treaty is no longer valid."

The elder in red firmly denied Lusen’s words, "The agreement with Atrey is merely her personal intent."

"The Duke of Flowers, no — the Regent can also offer us much."

A witch in a gray robe proactively said, "The Regent has previously traded resources with us and often cooperates; he is our friend."

Mentioning ’friend,’ everyone couldn’t help but nod.

The spellcasters of the Dawn Society were generally averse to politics, preferring to lean towards those friendly to them.

The response from the others added a hint of smugness to the red-robed elder’s expression, looking toward the silver-haired woman,

"Esteemed Sage, I think this matter is simple enough to be decided by a vote."

"Agreed."

The Sage nodded without expression, seemingly disinterested in who was chosen.