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Chapter 581 - 581 581 Two Restless Souls

581: Chapter 581 Two Restless Souls 581: Chapter 581 Two Restless Souls Following the crowd, Zhao Guang soon saw a cluster of people up ahead.

Indeed, it was yet another eye-searing scene.

A group of people lined up, both men and women.

But they weren’t dressed in doll costumes; they were body-painted, all dancing together.

Their bodies were painted with various seafood such as fish and shrimp, resembling a mixed stew.

Zhao Guang looked toward the front and sure enough, it was an old acquaintance, Prince Ocoro, who despite his young age, looked like an old man.

Even now, he presented quite the eye-searing appearance.

That’s right, he wasn’t dressed up at all, for there were no clothes to speak of.

In this way, he was no different from Ocoro back then.

What on earth were these people thinking?

Around them, quite a few people were watching, and some were even directly distributing books to the outside.

Zhao Guang took a book to see and gradually became speechless.

“Isn’t this supposed to be good stuff?

Why focus on all this messy stuff?” He remembered that these books were indeed published by Ocoro and his ilk.

Due to Zhao Guang’s guidance, there wasn’t much about body painting in these books.

Even if there were, most were paintings of real objects, not directly related to the human body, but more focused on buildings instead.

But looking at these people, it seemed Ocoro really had set a bad example.

Just then, a group of soldiers rushed over.

“What’s all this, disperse, disperse, anyone who continues to gather here will be arrested,” the soldiers said as they violently made their way through, and the surrounding crowd scattered like frightened birds.

Zhao Guang’s mind stirred, and on the spot, he cast a spell to hide himself, quietly staying to the side.

Zhao Guang didn’t get too close, after all, his spell proficiency wasn’t very high.

If he were too close, who knows if there might be a mage who could detect him, which would be quite awkward.

“What are you doing, do you not know the situation at hand?” A man with a small mustache approached.

With every step, he carried a certain authority, yet more akin to the aura of a scholar.

Seeing the newcomer, Ocoro immediately shouted, “Marquis Bo Yan, what do you mean by this?

You are defiling art, do you know that?

You are defiling it,” yelled Ocoro.

Bo Yan’s face grew even uglier, “This is not art at all, this is the real defilement.”

“Who says it’s not?

Even my elder brother has started to promote it.

Should I fall behind?”

Marquis Bo Yan was speechless.

Comparing with that idiot, what would it change even if you win?

Could it really make you the king, grant you that position?

It wasn’t easy to wait until Marquis Coruas ran into trouble, and the Eldest Prince’s reputation worsened.

And yet, Ocoro was closely following suit.

They were truly two fools.

“It seems there are some issues here that haven’t been dealt with, I should leave first.

We can continue our discussion tomorrow,” interjected a kindly-faced old man in a light blue robe.

“Then let’s talk tomorrow, safe travels, Bishop Pogre.”

“A bishop?

That attire seems to belong to someone from the Water Temple, and this energy fluctuation, it must be that of an advanced magic user, and close to the peak at that,” Zhao Guang distinctly felt these details.

Fortunately, he was at a sufficient distance; otherwise, who knows if he might have been detected.

Unexpectedly, there were even people from the Water Temple in this place.

Honestly, although he had long known about the immense power of the temples, Zhao Guang had not really encountered them much.

During his time in the Imperial City, he didn’t interact with these people, and where he was located was too remote to make contact.

For the time being, no temples had come to develop in his territory.

But that was just a matter of time, and he didn’t have the strength to confront them yet.

No, that’s not right to say.

He was now a Great Mage and had some power of his own.

Zhao Guang didn’t know if he hadn’t broken through to Great Mage, the temples would have already been planning a major invasion.

Alas, mages and divine officers have always been at odds.

When Bishop Pogre left, Bo Yan finally stepped forward and addressed Ocoro, “Your Highness, Prince Ocoro, if you want to become king, you need to behave properly during this time.

The Eldest Prince has already lost a lot of favor.”

“That can’t be right; he’s been working so hard to promote art.

How could he lose favor?”

Bo Yan sighed, was this person really a suitable candidate?

“Besides, haven’t we already…”

Before he could finish, Bo Yan interrupted him, waving his hand to send the surrounding people away.

“Don’t talk about this stuff outside, what would our fate be if people found out.”

“What else could our fate be?

We clearly have enough power now, just need to persuade a few nearby lords to join us, then the whole Empire will be ours, no need to waste expressions.”

“Prince Ocoro, remember who you are.

With a legitimate identity and reason, when we take arms, those powerful lords will sit back and watch, otherwise, once they make a move, we won’t be able to succeed.”

“Impossible, we clearly have an army of three hundred thousand.”

Bo Yan didn’t know how to explain that to those power figures, an army of three hundred thousand posed little threat.

Moreover, the quality of such armies also mattered.

Although they had prepared elite soldiers, compared to the armies of two Dukes and the Empire’s military forces, they were insignificant.

“In any case, you must perform well, gain recognition from the surrounding lords, otherwise, success will be difficult.”

“I know, I know, but what does this have to do with my art?”

“How do you not understand, this art is rejected by the older generation, and those in power are the older generation.

If you continue with these things, they won’t support you.”

“Really, everyone seems to be out of their minds, don’t they know how to progress with the times.”

“Enough, let’s end this topic here.

We must discuss these matters in the secret chamber in the future; do not talk about it outside, alright?”

“Alright, alright, really,” said Ocoro, waving his hand as though he hadn’t really taken it on board.

Marquis Bo Yan was feeling exasperated; if Ocoro hadn’t been such a waste, would they need to plan such dangerous schemes?

He had repeated himself several times, yet the lesson never seemed to stick.

Having thought the Eldest Prince would falter and perhaps they wouldn’t need to rise up, it now seemed preparations were still necessary.

Without the support of the Great Nobles, he had no confidence in facing the encirclement of so many lords.

Despite his own considerable strength, he was aware of his limitations.