Desert Empire, Royal Capital, during this time, the Desert Empress Palace was once again expanded with overtime work.
Spring water gurgled, mist drifted, and around the newly renovated open-air hot springs were black sparkling rocks adorned with gold and silver starlight. Only two people were in the clear water.
A floating board in front of them held various freshly cut fruits and fine wine.
The radiant and bewitching Empress Your Majesty nestled beside Byron, silently listening to his plans for the future of the Desert Empire and the Corridor of Truth.
Her delicate hand picked up a piece of mango and brought it to his mouth, then pouted slightly, expressing some dissatisfaction:
"Since the trend of the emerging bourgeoisie and the 'Saint Byron Code' replacing the Church and Silver Law is unstoppable, aren't you afraid of being backfired by the 'Saint Byron Code'?"
Even if you're not afraid, I am. The thing I hate most in my life is traitors.
