Mitch looked at the cemetery in front of him and whispered, "How did they die..."

He sneered and said sadly, "Traitors and thieves, execute them all."

Susie was stunned.

"No, how could you possibly be a traitor?" Susie shook her head vigorously. "I don't believe it, not even a bit."

"Even if Uncle Huck was a traitor, it would be impossible for you to be a traitor."

(Uncle Huck: ?)

Mitch chuckled and patted Susie's head.

"Thank you for your trust!" he said.

Susie: "You're welcome."

Mitch finally laughed, and the heaviness in his heart dissipated slightly.

"The master has been dead for three thousand years." Mitch held Susie's hand, gazing at the distant green mountains, with a gentle breeze and clear sky surrounding them.

"I was born in a dynasty over three thousand years ago, named the Figueroa dynasty, which was also the first feudal hereditary dynasty."

Susie exclaimed, "You have been dead for three thousand years, how amazing."

Mitch: "...Hmm?"

Why does this statement sound abnormal in every way?

He continued, "That dynasty existed for over seven hundred years. America's founding, on the other hand, is just over a hundred years old."

It can be seen how powerful that dynasty was.

The world was bustling and bustling, with heroes emerging one after another. The feudal lords of the world were dividing and ruling the land.

Susie sat down on the stairs and asked, "Were you an important person?"

Mitch smiled and said, "He can be considered a great figure. Being able to rise from a commoner to become the prime minister of a country is truly unprecedented."

Back then, it was not like now, where ordinary people could have a road to the sky.

In the past, social classes were very strict, and a person's position in society was almost determined from birth.

At the top of a dynasty was the emperor, and the emperor's assistants on the left and right were the Grand Preceptor, the Grand Tutor, and the Grand Protector, collectively known as the Three Dukes.

Under the system of the Three Dukes, there were three types of officials (political officials, administrative officials, and local officials), four types of territories (vassal states, border states, and tribal territories), and the Council of State Affairs.

In the past, the officials of the dynasty included the Grand Chancellor, who oversaw the government affairs, the Grand Ancestor, who managed the sacrificial rituals, the Grand Historian, who recorded the calendar and events, the Grand Priest, who conducted prayers, the Grand Ritualist, who handled religious matters, and the Grand Diviner, who performed divination. They were collectively known as the Six Ministers.

"The head of the Six Ministers was the Grand Preceptor, and my teacher was the Grand Preceptor."

Susie: "Wow..."

Mysterious and impressive, it seemed incomprehensible but gave off a strong aura.

"Rituals and ceremonies at the ancestral temple, such as prayers and worship, were all under your control, right?"

Mitch looked down at her and saw that she didn't understand anything. He then touched his chin and said, "You can also understand it this way!"

Susie: "Okay, I got it. You're the most powerful person after the emperor."

Mitch laughed and nodded, "You can understand it that way too."

"The Figueroa dynasty, with strict hierarchical levels, was based on the patrilineal primogeniture system as the core of its kinship system."

"That is to say, the throne must be inherited by the eldest son, not only in the royal family, but also in the lower ranks of the nobles, ministers, and officials."

Susie grasped the key point: "In other words, even though they are brothers, it is difficult for the younger brother to inherit the position of the high-ranking official. However, you became a big shot as a commoner."

So much talking, the meaning of the master's words is that he is super awesome, she understands this, and she will definitely give face.

"So you're amazing! Super amazing!" Susie flattered.

Mitch couldn't help but laugh and cry, "Yes, yes."

Susie: "So, was it because she was too powerful that she was killed by the emperor?"

Mitch: "Hmm."

It was just a dispute and a change of power.

When I died back then, I was filled with grief and anger towards the world, but now I have become indifferent and carefree.

However, he had already taken Dazai's position, and unless the emperor had the intention to kill him, others could only wait for him to die of natural causes if they wanted to replace him.

Unfortunately, when he was young and at the height of his power, the emperor was wary of him and believed in slander.

Susie frowned, "Why is this emperor so foolish? You're such a good person, and yet he easily believes what others say."

Mitch said, "Because the one who spoke was the good friend and mentor of the master."

This was the most painful part for him.

Three thousand years ago.

In the past, Chang'an was adorned with flowers for ten miles. A man dressed in white rode a black horse, swiftly passing through the falling petals.

"Is that Mr. Dubin?" a woman hid between the buildings, using a fan to cover her face, her eyes sparkling and shifting.

"Mr. Dubin was young and promising, he was the most extraordinary man in the world today."

"I thought the person who could sit in Dazai's seat would be an old man with a white beard, but I didn't expect..."

Several women looked at the white robe and black horse that had long disappeared, their cheeks blushing.

If I could marry a man like this, I would definitely be the happiest woman in the world.

"By the way, Felicity, do you have an engagement with Mr. Dubin?" the women looked towards the girl in the yellow dress who remained silent, their eyes filled with envy and jealousy.

Felicity lowered her head, her expression somewhat uncomfortable, and said, "Um..."

***

"Your Majesty," Mitch walked through the long corridor of the palace and knelt before the throne, with a respectful expression.

The emperor sitting on the throne nodded, "Mitch, I have summoned you urgently from eight hundred miles away for a very important matter that requires your personal attention."

***

After Mitch came out of the palace, he felt very strange.

He should not have been in charge of suppressing the military rebellion. He was a civil servant and the affairs of the Ministry of War were not under his jurisdiction.

However, in order to become a judge and obtain evidence of the general's betrayal, it was indeed necessary to have the assistance of civil officials.

"Mitch," an old man called out to him from behind.