At this moment, Isabel suddenly received many sincere prayers from her vassals.
After Isabelle listened to a few words curiously and happily, she couldn't help but frown...
And inside the Fog City Palace.
After watching the Queen leave, Mozo also breathed a sigh of relief.
The mirror image created for him by the Pure White Libra had already set off and had been following the two poor survivors.
Even though he had experienced it once in the Sacred Tree Forest, this experience of two perspectives still made Mozo very tired.
Fortunately, nothing serious has happened in the Fog City, so he can focus most of his energy on Victoria.
The female officer who had walked behind Mozo at some point also bowed respectfully and said:
"Your Majesty. Please allow me to take you to your chambers."
After taking over Loran as the quasi-king, Mozo naturally had no reason to live in his own mansion.
So Mozo moved into the palace.
Mozo nodded in response to the female officer's words and said:
"Of course, I'm a little tired."
He can swap the positions of the mirror image and the original body at any time, but at this moment Mozo himself is still in the palace.
Mozzo planned to change positions after he fell asleep and focus on looking for Victoria.
What surprised Mozo a little was that the room prepared for him by the palace was exactly the same as the one he had in the North. Well, it can’t be said to be exactly the same, because the bed was different.
Moreover, Mozo couldn't help but smell it and said in surprise:
“It smells so good!”
The female officer chuckled and said:
"This is specially prepared for you by Her Majesty the Goddess. How about it? Are you satisfied?"
Mozo nodded with great satisfaction and said:
"Of course, that's very good."
However, after saying this, Mozo came back to his senses and looked at the head lady and the other maids who had not left.
"Um, what are you doing?"
Mozo, who is used to being alone, still finds it difficult to get around.
The female officer said as a matter of course:
"Please allow us to change your clothes. Also, do you need a maid to sleep with you? But I must regretfully tell you that this bed is not suitable because that is the place for the two majesties. But for other places, you are welcome to do so if you are willing."
"No, no! You guys just go out. I'm more used to being alone."
For a moment, Mozo thought what the female officer said was very tempting, but he immediately came to his senses.
He is just the king of counterfeits, so it is better not to do such things.
The female officer chuckled again, then bowed with a little regret and said:
"Everything is as you wish! Your Majesty. But if you need anything, please ring the bell. Please note that you can call us for anything you need!"
The head female official pointed to the bell at the bedside, then respectfully led the maids out of the room after paying their respects.
After finally sending these maids away, Mozo fell on his bed exhausted.
Hmm, it smells really good, but why do I feel like this smell is familiar
At this moment, Mozo thought of La's lap pillow, then the body fragrance of Hevis, then Victoria's candy, Jasmine's embrace, and even Mozo thought of the witch...
I must be too tired.
After shaking his head, Mozo closed his eyes.
After opening and closing his eyes, Mozo appeared on an airship heading to Saragan.
267 Orange Mask
Even though he was far away from the Fog City Palace, Mozo still felt that strange fragrance lingering around him.
After taking a deep breath, Mozo shook his head and forced himself to wake up.
Looking around, Mozo confirmed that he was still in the cabin he was in at the beginning.
Then next to his room would be the room of the two poor survivors.
Mozo was not in a hurry to find them, because Mozo himself had not yet figured out what identity he should appear in front of them.
Do I have to just go over and tell them that I am the Lord of Painted Shadows
If Mozo himself doesn't believe this, no one else will believe it.
And the key to this matter is not how he should prove himself to be Angel, the Lord of the Painting Shadow. What Mozo needs to do is how to properly resolve the orc siege, and then find out what happened to the world in the painting and Victoria.
If you want to find out the latter, then the former must be given priority.
But at the moment, Mozo is also having a hard time figuring out how to resolve the orc siege. And behind the orcs is the Duze Dynasty.
I don’t know how much the King of Light intends to invest in this matter. Is he determined to win, or can he give up
The Lord of Light’s target should be the extraordinary characteristics that he sent into the world in the painting, but if the world in the painting is really destroyed, then the fundamental reason for his intervention will no longer exist.
But regardless of whether the world in the painting still exists or not, the fact that there have been few extraordinary people with the path of artists in all these years means that the King of Light and the orcs will not give up.
Because only the answer you come up with yourself is truly correct.
They would not believe the rest, which was the fundamental reason why the Queen pointed out that the King of Light would not give up. In addition, Mozo also judged the safety of the world in the painting because he had never seen the extraordinary people of the artist's path.
I just didn't expect such a problem to arise.
Similarly, since there have not been widespread appearances of extraordinary people with the artist path in recent years, does this also prove that there is something wrong with the information held by the survivors
It was indeed impossible for them to successfully lie to the Queen. But since extraordinary people in the artist path have always been scarce, even if the world in the painting was really destroyed, there should still be something left.
The most likely scenario is that the world framework that still barely exists still firmly binds all the extraordinary characteristics.
Only in this way can we perfectly explain why the survivors did not lie and why there were not a large number of artists.
There are other possibilities, but this is the most likely one in Mozo's opinion, and if this is really the reason, then Victoria's condition may also be very optimistic
Thinking of this, Mozo couldn't help but sigh again.
"Victoria, what happened to you? No matter what, please wait for me!"
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Next to Mozo's room, the old man and the middle-aged man were sitting opposite each other in silence.
After a long time, the middle-aged man could not help but speak:
"Are you really not going to seek help elsewhere?"
A glimmer of hope flashed across the old man's eyes, and then he quickly buried it.
"There's no hope. If the people of Loran, who have direct conflicts with the Duze Dynasty, are unwilling to help us, then it's even more impossible for others to fight against a powerful dynasty for a group of remnants who have nothing to offer."
The middle-aged man couldn't help but move his lips a few times. Although he didn't say anything, the old man understood what he meant at a glance.
"Are you trying to say that no one is helping us because we can't offer a suitable reward? If that's the case, why can't we use huge benefits to trick others into joining us?"
The middle-aged man nodded. He indeed thought so.
As long as the enemy is killed first, the reinforcements who come into direct confrontation with the orcs and even the Duze Dynasty will have no choice but to go all the way.
This is very unkind, but they have no other choice. Only those who survive are qualified to talk about propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame.
The old man coughed violently a few times and shook his head and said:
"Impossible. This is not a question of whether or not we should do it. This is something that is fundamentally impossible to do! You saw it in the Loran Palace. The authority of the High Sequences cannot be disobeyed. They have a thousand or even ten thousand ways to determine whether what we say is true or false."
"So what you are thinking of will never succeed. And those who cannot tell the truth from what we say should not harm others. That is not asking for help, that is asking for help."
The old man convinced the middle-aged man, but at the same time, the middle-aged man became even more puzzled and said:
"Since these big guys have many ways to tell whether what we say is true or not, why don't the beasts believe it?"
When the orcs suddenly attacked, they tried to negotiate, but the beasts seemed to pay no attention.
"Because they have already done it, they will naturally do it to the end. And most importantly, the extraordinary characteristics that Her Majesty brought into the world of the painting have indeed never appeared."
"What about letting them come in and check it themselves?"
Seeing that the middle-aged man still didn't understand, the old man's cough became more and more violent. But after calming down a little, the old man still explained helplessly:
"It is because they will not find anything that we have to keep fighting them. Otherwise, our end may be much more miserable than you can imagine."
Ever since their hiding place was discovered by the orcs, their only way out was to hand over everything the orcs and the Duze Dynasty wanted.
But the problem is that they can't produce anything at all!
What is even more frustrating is that when the other party firmly believes that the thing is in their hands and they refuse to hand it over, it goes without saying what the other party will do.
That would surely be torture beyond their imagination and a life worse than death.
So resistance may seem foolish, but it is their only choice.
At least the former royal city is still indestructible even after so many years. It is the only thing the survivors can rely on.
Besides, dying in battle is infinitely better than being tortured endlessly.
When the middle-aged man realized this, the atmosphere in the room returned to its original silence and depression.
But just when both of them were extremely silent, someone suddenly knocked on the door of their room.
As they hesitated to open the door.
A strange mask with orange light continuously flowing appeared in front of them.
268 Undercurrent (3k)
Looking at the orange mask, the middle-aged man in the warrior path immediately put his hand on the dagger behind him.
But before he could draw his dagger, he was stopped by the old man.
"Daddy Hank?"
The middle-aged man did not quite understand the behavior of the old man named Hank. The man in front of them, wearing a strange mask, did not look like a good person.
Why stop him from taking the initiative
Old Hank shook his head and then looked at the orange mask in front of him and said:
"I once saw a cuneiform tablet from the distant past in my hometown. It said that there had been an ancient and mysterious organization since the beginning of the Age of Gods. They called themselves the Audience and all wore strange, glowing masks."
"Excuse me, are you one of them? The one from Shadow Court?"
Shadow Courtyard? Upon hearing this term, the Orange Mask chuckled and said:
"Perhaps you mistranslated the ancient stone tablet you saw. The name of our organization is not the Shadow Courtyard but the Formless Courtyard!"
Seeing that the other party directly pointed out the name he had deliberately said wrong, Old Hank finally confirmed the other party's identity—the Orange Mask of Wuxiang Courtyard!
After confirming the other party's identity, Old Hank immediately said to the middle-aged man:
"Okay, Cole. You don't have to be so alert. This gentleman is not a bad guy with bad intentions. He is a member of an ancient organization, and this organization is known for its absolute neutrality."
"Besides, this is a quasi-angel!"
The previous words only made the middle-aged man Cole let down his guard, because these survivors from the ancient dynasty were not very interested in anything ancient.
But when he heard the word "quasi-angel", Cole immediately became serious.
In the extraordinary world, the strong are respected; this is an eternal and unchanging law.
The Orange Mask shook his head and laughed:
"It's just that there is this opportunity. Many outstanding predecessors in our organization's history have failed to successfully become Sequence 2 Angels, let alone me."
Old Hank didn't say anything about this. As there was no hope of getting help, he was not in the mood to talk to Orange Mask about this.
He just maintained basic etiquette, pulled out a stool and said:
"Please take a seat. But may I know what the Orange Masked Master from the Wuxiang Courtyard wants to do with us two little characters?"