In 950, at dawn, fire burned through every inch of Constantinople. In the fifth year after the war began, Silbi mobilized wizards from all over the continent to launch the final siege of the church.

His men were extremely excited. It was the last territory of the church. It contained a large amount of wealth accumulated by the church for hundreds of years, as well as countless believers, many of whom were beauties of all kinds.

At the moment when their desires were about to be satisfied, groups of wizards held up their own weapons and rushed towards the city wall, shouting and killing. The ancient high wall quickly collapsed under the magic. Countless church soldiers covered in fire screamed from the heights.

The wall fell to the ground. Muggle civilians were wailing and crying under the hands of the wizard with red eyes.

In stark contrast to the wave of enthusiasm on the main battlefield, the deserted battlefield in the rear areas was deserted.

Ravenclaw was alone with his wand, looking for something behind the battlefield. After searching for a long time, he could not find their king. The guy had been hiding since the beginning of the battle.

She had to set off to a more remote place, so remote that she couldn't hear the fanatical, impetuous, and crazy sounds on the main battlefield.

Finally, she found Silby, which was where the old city wall was. The coach Silby was sitting alone on the high wall. He wore a five-finger crown and a red cloak. He looked at the blazing fire in the distance and remained motionless.

, as if waiting for some miracle to happen.

Ravenclaw put away his wand and came to Silby: "Why don't you go in and take care of it? I'm afraid that if no one restrains me, they will burn, kill, loot and destroy everything in the city."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a booming sound from the distant city wall, and a huge tree man rose up from the ground. It was Olead. He laughed happily and used his roots to break the city wall.

A big hole appeared and screams could not be heard.

Under the light of the fire, Silby's face looked very cold. He asked Ravenclaw: "According to your experience and understanding, what kind of empire will we become?"

"The first wizarding empire in history." Ravenclaw said: "This is something that has never been done before."

She hooked Silby's shoulders and praised: "Everyone will remember your name, and you will become Caesar among wizards."

"Caesar," Silby smiled self-deprecatingly, "Who will govern such a huge empire for me?"

Ravenclaw thought for a moment and said: "You are the king, and the rest is up to you. If you like, you can entrust the territory to different top wizards and let them help you manage the empire. Muggles

That’s all done.”

"Are you going to let them beat me to a mess after I die?" Silby glanced at Ravenclaw.

Ravenclaw trembled slightly and looked at him in disbelief: "How could...?"

Silby looked at the blazing fire: "My father, Ramiro I, was the legendary monarch of the Muggle kingdom of Navarre, the illegitimate son of Sancho III. When Sancho was alive, the kingdom was full of singing and dancing, but he just

Two hours after his death, my father proclaimed himself king in the Aragon region and fought fiercely with his brothers."

"We have been together for five years, do you think we will betray you?" Ravenclaw asked in disbelief.

"Emotions are always fleeting, and I will not believe any verbal allegiance." Flames shone in Silby's eyes, but his eyes became even darker.

Ravenclaw: "Why don't you trust us?"

Silby shook her head, "I have a little idea, Ronay, do you know what I want to do?"

"What do you want to do?" Ravenclaw was curious.

Silby replied: "There are also people with outstanding intelligence among Muggles who can be used as staff and governors. I want to establish a complete information agency, intelligence agency, and educational institution, so that we can worship wizards.

This idea is implanted in the hearts of those Muggles, so that they will serve wizards from generation to generation."

"You want a Muggle to be our Archon?"

Ravenclaw's expression changed and he immediately became alert.

Silby: "Don't worry, if there is no special opportunity, they won't be able to resist. It's a done deal. Without the help of the church, our power is much stronger than theirs."

"No, no!"

Ravenclaw's reaction was extremely fierce. She said excitedly: "We have just got rid of one church, and we cannot immediately step into the control of another church. Muggles and wizards can never coexist peacefully. Not only do I not understand your idea,

Agree, Slytherin will not agree, Gryffindor will not agree, and even Hufflepuff will not agree!"

A look of boredom appeared on Sylby's face.

"If this is indeed the case, then withdraw the troops." He said calmly.

"What?" Ravenclaw didn't respond: "What...what did you say?"

"I said, withdraw the troops. There is no need to continue." Silby patted his butt and stood up, "The goal has been achieved."

Ravenclaw followed Silby in disbelief: "We have not completely captured Constantinople, and Pope Gregory is not dead yet. We need a landmark event to declare the end of the war, and all wizards need

A landmark event to announce the end of the war, you are doing this completely contrary to the wishes of all wizards!"

Silby's expression was as cold as iron: "It makes no difference whether to kill the Pope or not, it's just to vent."

"His Majesty!!"

"That's enough," Silby's face was as cold as iron: "You can help me with ideas, but I don't need you to help me make decisions. Now, let Slytherin and Gryffindor gather their men and withdraw immediately.

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Ravenclaw looked at Silby with incomprehensible eyes, as if looking at a stranger, but out of respect, she still chose to carry out Silby's order.

The order was not executed smoothly. It was extremely difficult to pull back the wizard who had made a lot of money from the front line of the battlefield. It was as difficult as dragging the meat away from the mouth of a lion when it was enjoying food.

The smooth delivery of instructions in the past was greatly hindered on this day. No one understood what coach Silby was thinking. The failure to achieve success just before the decisive battle made everyone feel extremely uncomfortable.

When Ravenclaw came back with Gryffindor and Slytherin, Gryffindor was so angry that he threw the goblin's sword to the ground and cursed angrily: "What are you doing!? Why are you withdrawing your troops? Five

You let him go once years ago, why are you letting him go again now?"

Slytherin calmly suggested: "Returning the tiger to the mountain is the biggest taboo. The Pope is not dead, and with the huge number of Muggles, a new church will soon be formed to continue persecuting wizards. We have finally reached this point.

, I really can’t give up just yet.”

Hufflepuff looked at Silby with a melancholy look. I really don't want to say more, but I also agree with Slytherin. Since you want to ensure the survival of wizards, we have to do some dirty things.

"Quiet."

Silby held up a finger.

After the noise, everyone became quiet.

The rushing torrent had been flowing on a wide river bed, but suddenly it encountered an indestructible rock and had to spin in place.

The prestige accumulated in five years made the four people and other wizards shut their mouths. They realized that the man in front of them was not only their king, but also a powerful wizard. Although he made an almost unbelievable decision

, but he is still the commander-in-chief.

However, this king did not seem to last long. Silby took off the crown from his head and calmly placed it on the table:

"The church has been driven out of the mainland by us. At least it will not come back for a long time. I have fulfilled what I promised you. From today on, I am no longer your coach. I am no longer your king."

Ravenclaw felt her vision go dark. She could hardly imagine that this guy would make such an incredible decision in public.

After a few seconds of silence.

Everyone was in an uproar.

No one thought he was telling the truth, everyone thought Silby was joking, and some even laughed along. But gradually, they saw something was wrong.

Because Silby's expression was calm, this guy was not joking. He was serious. The joke gradually turned into a frightened argument. The wizards came forward one after another and asked why. But what happened next made them almost

faint.

Silby didn't answer at all. Instead, he pulled out a map of Europe, threw it in front of the arguing wizard, and said only a few words, "Let's divide it among ourselves."

After saying that, he left the barracks without caring about the wizard behind him.

Any debate came to an abrupt end at this moment, and the church and the pope were completely forgotten by them. Almost everyone looked at the map, with greed and calculation flashing in their eyes.

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In the blink of an eye, another five years have passed.

Autumn, deep in the mountains, Pandora.

There were dead leaves in the dense forest, and a unicorn slowly stepped across the ground covered with fallen leaves. On top of the unicorn, a woman in blue robe sat cross-legged, with one of her legs crossed behind the unicorn's back.

On the back, one leg hangs freely, and a bell is tied to the leg. It sways while walking.

Ravenclaw appeared again. This time, she rode a unicorn, bypassing the dark woods, and came to this deserted city.

Pandora used to be bustling with people, but after those illusions were exposed, it was already deserted. In less than five years, wildly growing plants took over most of the city.

However, the deer or rabbits jumping from time to time in the woods added some life to this desolate place.

Following the path in the forest, she came to a high tower by the sea.

Under the high tower, there is a simple farm, with a cow chewing grass, a few guinea fowls pecking on the ground, a bunch of cabbage, and nothing else.

She turned over and walked off the unicorn, and pushed open the ajar wooden door on the tower with a creak. Some fine dust fell from the sky. It fell on the piles of books below. There were many sheepskins scattered on the ground.

paper, and some fish bones and egg shells.

"Silby," Ravenclaw called, knocking on the door, "Are you here?"

There was no answer for a moment, so she bent down and turned over the parchments on the ground. Those parchments were densely packed with theories written in ink.

"Flow spell...? What is this..."
To be continued...