Rebirth of the Noble Mage Behind the Scenes

After listening to Lady Mandel, Anvis appeared immersed in contemplation, but his heart remained undisturbed.

So, if the Resistance Army's occupation reaches thirty percent, the Partikan Agreement would be voided and the entire Yiter Federation would instantly fall into chaos?

Is there such a great opportunity?

The underlying message of her words was clear—once the agreement was voided, the Federation would instantly be plunged into disarray.

The Three Kingdoms would immediately move against them, eradicate these rebels, and then 'recover' the territories occupied by the Resistance Army, and incidentally 'rescue' some other kingdoms being invaded.

With the current situation in the Federation, it is estimated that it would soon become dominated by the Three Kingdoms, with the other smaller kingdoms either submitting or being directly annexed.

Although, during this process, if the rulers of the other two empires are not out of their minds, they will definitely take the opportunity to tear a piece from the Federation.

But the Prophets can't wait and don't care.

With the Stargazer unexpectedly falling into slumber, this is their first breakthrough opportunity in over two thousand years.

Whether the news is true or false, weighing from the perspective of a Prophet, Anvis reckoned that quite a number of Prophets would choose this path.

After all, the groundwork of the Resistance Organization is here, a disorderly mob formed by a gathering of civilian Professionals. Supporting these people in overthrowing the Federation would be prohibitively costly.

Moreover, if the Resistance Organization were to be abandoned by the High Rank Prophets behind them, then he, as the Leader of the renowned Resistance Organization Embers, currently ranked third in overall strength, would inevitably have no way out.

Logically, he should now be panicking, trying every means to save himself.

However, unfortunately, he is ultimately different from other resistance organizations. The main reason he is here is always to divert the focal point of the High Rank Prophets' machinations.

Everything else, including obtaining destiny feedback, treasure hunting, and so on, is merely incidental.

Whether it's the faction of the Resistance Army wanting the Federation to unite, the faction wanting to spread the Mechanical network, or the Glory Alliance with currently unclear objectives.

Once the Partikan Agreement is voided, those High Rank Prophets will surely have no time to bother with the Gloria Empire but will do everything in their power to struggle against each other for the chance to break through to Ninth Rank.

"Hehe~ have you come to an understanding? Therefore, I invited you here today actually to point out a way out for you and the Embers Organization."

With a light chuckle, Lady Mandel licked the corner of her lips. In those seductive purple eyes appeared a look resembling that of a predator ready to toy with its prey before a meal, thinking she had the upper hand over the other party.

In her eyes, Anvis's silence was no doubt a pretense of calm.

"So, what's the price, Lady Mandel?"

After a while, Anvis looked back at the blonde beauty across from him, and calmly spoke, his voice betraying no emotion.

"Very simple, sign a Master-Servant Contract with me, and from now on the Embers Organization will become my subordinate force."

Like a venomous snake revealing its fangs, Lady Mandel finally voiced her true intention.

"This is not only for me but also for your own benefit. If you don't shed the identity of the Resistance Organization, no one will be able to save you when the final reckoning comes unless you can invite multiple Ninth Rank individuals to support you at all costs.

But if you could do that, then Embers would now be the largest Resistance Organization, not just merely ranked third."

Gently setting down the smoking pipe, the serpentine blonde lady raised her hand, and the Magic Contract immediately appeared on the table.

"But if you agree to become my subordinate, then your identity will become a spy for the Glory Alliance. As long as you obey the commands at critical moments and help us take down your former comrades, that's all.

As long as you agree, after the war is over, all the deeds you have done before, all the costs will be borne by me."

Once again smoothing her dress, Lady Mandel aristocratically straightened up, leaning slightly forward, pressuring Anvis while seeming unintentionally to display her mature and seductive curves.

"How about it, doesn't that sound not so bad? Sign the Contract, lose your freedom, but in exchange, preserve your life. It's not the worst choice, is it?"

"Not everyone is given the chance to become my servant," she said.

As she spoke, a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance quietly diffused through the room. It made one's body slightly warm, while also inducing a hint of dizziness and dry mouth.

"Moreover, if you perform well in the future, perhaps there will be other opportunities for change~"

"…May I take a few days to consider? I cannot make a decision immediately."

Anvis gazed silently at Lady Mandel, closing the pores on his skin as he slowly began to speak.

"Of course, it is understandable to think over such a significant decision."

"However, I can only reserve this contract for Your Excellency for three days. Once the time is up, even if you have regrets and wish to sign the contract with me, it will be too late to change your mind."

With self-satisfaction, Lady Mandel nodded and leaned back elegantly in her chair.

"Then, Lady Mandel, please excuse me."

Anvis glanced at the golden-haired lady who showed little movement and prepared to leave.

"Please wait a moment."

But before he could leave, she suddenly spoke up to stop him.

"Before you leave, I have a small request. Could you please take off your hood?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and Lady Mandel's tone carried a hint of affected displeasure.

"Conversing with a beautiful lady for so long while wearing a hood is not very polite."

"…Perhaps that's true, but your personal preference, madam, might not be quite suitable for this occasion either."

Anvis's gaze swept across her gown as he spoke in a cold tone.

Though unable to penetrate the protective layer surrounding Lady Mandel due to rank issues, in his vision of fate, there were more than one thread of destiny within this room.

Moreover, the additional thread of destiny gave him a familiar feeling, as if he had seen another related thread somewhere before.

"Ah, are you referring to my little darling?"

Surprised by Anvis's comment, the golden-haired woman suddenly chuckled.

"Hehe~ come out, for my guest seems displeased with you."

Following the command, a cute golden-haired boy wearing nothing but a thin undergarment and a delicate leather collar around his neck slowly crawled out from under the large desk.

"An unexpected prince of a fallen kingdom, possessing a portion of elf bloodline, he is a treasure I personally won at a dark market auction."

"At the time, my competition included two sisters who are obsessed with torturing beautiful boys and bathing in the blood of young men. Fortunately, I was the one to ultimately win him.

Therefore, in exchange for my protection, he willingly became my servant for life. No matter what request I make, he must execute it unconditionally."

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Lady Mandel set down her hookah, crossed her voluptuous, snowy legs, and gently stroked the boy's head with her feet clad in black spider silk stockings.

"Of course, I would also hate to see this adorable little fellow harmed. So, even if it's an order, it's usually quite 'gentle.'

As she spoke, her enticing, deep purple eyes rotated, her long eyelashes seductively fluttering at Anvis.

"Come on, tell the respected guest how I usually treat you?"