Chapter 198: Survival Rules of the Imperial Capital

"Finally arrived at Didu!"

Having been on edge for two days, Roselle finally saw the city that claimed to be the oldest in the world.

This city already had a history of two thousand years; it had suffered a fatal blow one thousand years ago, but in the end, the Solomon Empire still pulled through and was reborn.

"Hmm? This asymmetrical style is truly anti-human!" The first thing Roselle noticed was that extremely asymmetrical architectural style.

This was also a "gene" carved into the national spirit of the Solomon Empire.

Although this style had slightly diminished after entering the Fifth Epoch, for a soul like Roselle who had adapted to a symmetrical style, coming to such a Didu was truly awkward to the extreme.

"Is this Mr. Roselle Gustav?" People from the "Craftsman Church" had already come to welcome this "genius," Roselle.

"Yes!" Roselle nodded reservedly and followed the priest toward the largest church in Didu, which was also the largest "Craftsman" church outside of the headquarters.

Walking on these asymmetrical streets, Roselle suddenly saw some figures that caught his attention.

"Who are those people?" Roselle asked the priest.

What he was actually interested in was a group of people wearing Dark Robes, with a gold coin-style badge on the chest of their robes.

The priest followed Roselle's gaze, his face showing realization, "Those are people from Dream Castle."

"Dream Castle? Could you introduce it to me? My understanding of Didu is truly limited."

"Certainly," the priest readily agreed; he originally had the task of leading this "genius" from a small city to understand Didu.

"Dream Castle is probably the most transcendent Duke's mansion in our empire; it never participates in any public activities, and few people know the situation inside."

"But what is certain is that the legendary Dream Duke is still alive!"

"Hmm?!" Roselle's eyes shook, "The Dream Duke is still alive? That is a figure from two thousand years ago!"

What an old immortal!

"The Dream Duke is already a Human Angel, but it is a pity that no one can see this Duke; perhaps He has already left Didu."

The "Craftsman" priest said, which was common knowledge for the people of Didu.

"Angel? Dream?" This was the first time Roselle had heard this term outside of the Scripture, and he couldn't help but make associations.

"Yes!" The priest confirmed his guess.

"The Dream Duke is the Dream Angel! He is the Mechanical Light of our Church, the strongest Angel of the 'True Creator' Church, and also the Initial Dawn of the 'Eternal Blazing Sun' Church!"

With these titles being dropped one after another, Roselle only felt his mouth go dry, having the feeling of myth descending into Reality.

At the same time, he also felt a sense of resonance: "A hero should be like this."

Of course, besides this, he also felt a bit heartbroken; this Dream Angel had truly maxed out his personal honor, not giving later generations any chance at all!

He had long known the special status of the "Dream Angel" in the major churches, but only now did he intuitively feel that intense impact.

And wanting to surpass this Dream Angel in terms of personal honor was already an impossible thing.

"Always maintain awe for Dream Castle; this is a hidden Rule for survival in Didu," the priest reminded.

"Just speaking of the point closest to us, the source of every Dream Gold Coin is Dream Castle."

"That place controls the entire empire's finance, and even..."

"The monetary systems of several kingdoms outside the empire all originate from Dream Castle."

Hiss! Controlling the monetary system of the entire Northern Continent? Wouldn't that make Dream Castle the wealthiest place in the entire world?

Hmm... does the Dream Duke have a daughter? Roselle suddenly had a very good idea.

"Always maintain awe!" the priest reminded.

"... I understand." Roselle's mouth twitched, throwing the bad thought out of his head.

"Don't be overly ambitious yet; the short-term goal should be to become an honored guest of Dream Castle!" Watching the Dream Castle procession moving further and further away, Roselle buried his head and walked toward the "Craftsman Church."

During this time, he changed his mind and decided to further enrich the "genius" persona he had originally conceived.

Directly build a "peerless genius" persona, crush everything, and emit the most brilliant light.

The improved version of the steam engine was no longer enough; he also needed to improve sailing ships, and even directly launch a large-scale industrial revolution.

It was nothing more than copying, copying, and copying; the "Savant" allowed Roselle to recall all his memories, and coupled with his own "Craftsman" profession, reproducing these things was not difficult.

Roselle, also backed by the "Craftsman Church," had a certain degree of confidence.

"A true protagonist should face the most intense Storm!"

This day was indeed enough to occupy a page in future history textbooks.

Zaratul walked slowly through the long-absent Didu; the city, both familiar and strange, filled him with deep emotion.

He wandered around the city for a circle and did not return to the current residence of the Zaratul Family.

The current Zaratul Family was still one of the prominent Duke families, but internally, the core members of the Zaratul Family had secretly relocated and established a Hidden organization, the "Secret Order," active outside the Solomon Empire.

Zaratul took a distant look at Dream Castle, did not approach, but instead walked toward the Abraham Family.

Zaratul directly stated his identity to the attendant of the Abraham Family and soon met that Mr. "Door."

"Lord Bethel." Zaratul looked at Bethel Abraham, whose eyes seemed to be flickering with little starlight behind the desk, and bowed in salute.

"Long time no see, little Zaratul." Bethel's gaze fell on Zaratul, and he nodded gently.

"In the end, do you still want to contend for it?" Bethel sighed softly.

"I just want to investigate my father's affairs clearly." Zaratul lowered his head, and Bethel could not see the emotions in his eyes.

Back then, Antigonus and Old Zarathul were both serving the "Black Emperor" Solomon in the Solomon Empire.

Because of the threat of the awakening of the "Lord of the Mysteries," and also because of the suppression by the "Black Emperor," the two "Attendants of Mysteries" did not engage in intense conflict.

But one day, Old Zarathul suddenly fell, shocking the entire Solomon Empire; only afterwards was it known that it was the work of Antigonus.

But what was eerie was that even the "Black Emperor" Solomon remained silent about this matter and did not carry out Punishment against Antigonus.

But it was also after that time that the Antigonus Family began to fade out of the Solomon Empire.

"It was Antigonus and I who took action." Those eyes flickering with starlight seemed to be able to see through Zaratul's soul.

Bethel's words made little Zaratul go stiff all over, feeling a chill surge from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, turning him ice-cold.

"...... I know." Zaratul bent his waist even lower.