It was obviously spring, but the warm sunlight seemed to be unable to reach the palace. It seems that there is always a sinister force in this place, smashing the warm golden sunlight outside into pieces and excluding it from this area.
It's just a window apart, outside the window, the sun is shining brightly, and the breeze is full of the smell of spring - and inside the window, on the windowsill, in a sterling silver vase, a bright rose is slowly withering and dying.
"Sometimes, I really hate this place."
Caviehir stood in front of the window sill and stared at the withered flower. After looking at it for a long time, he finally said this with a low sigh.
"I don't understand... teacher..."
Standing beside Cavie Hill was his female disciple, the girl with light freckles on her face. Her hair was flaxen, the same color as her robe. Standing beside Caviehir at the moment, the girl was obviously nervous and at a loss.
In fact, it was the first time she had come to this mysterious and legendary room in the palace: it was the study of Cantos the Great, and a famous forbidden place in the palace. In fact, only the Great Lancer himself and Cavie Hill have been frequent visitors to this room all the time, and as for the others, few can enter here.
Almost all the important decisions of the empire are decided here by the two people of His Majesty the Emperor and Caviehir.
It is no exaggeration to say that this is the true heart of the empire.
This girl obviously came to this place for the first time, she looked very restrained, even a little trance, she didn't hear the teacher's words very clearly.
"Of course it's not obvious to you - at least not now." Caviehir seemed to smile, he stretched out two slender fingers, gently picked up a withered petal from under the bottle, and placed it between his fingertips , before sending it to the nose and sniffing...
"Look at this place... the golden walls, those golden frescoes on the walls, the stained glass, and those reliefs... the lampposts of pure gold, the best spices..." Cavie Hill gently dropped the petal: "Unfortunately, no matter how luxurious it looks on the surface, it can't hide the smell of aging and decay. Yes... aging and decay, just every time I stand here, I seem to feel the air blowing my skin and flesh. Bit by bit rotting... bit by bit aging." Caviehir said this, smiling at his female disciple: "Dear, what do you think this place looks like?"
"..." The girl stared blankly at her wise teacher.
"A tomb, a huge and magnificently decorated tomb." Caviehir's smile at the moment was a bit gloomy: "No matter how magnificent, a tomb is just a tomb after all."
It seemed that the waiting time in the study was a little too long, and the place seemed to be getting colder and colder - although it was spring outside, in this study, as if the smell of winter had not dissipated, the girl felt a damp and cold smell.
Finally, there were heavy footsteps outside the door, the sound of hard boots trampling on the harder marble floor. This voice, just like this palace, is old, old, and... with a rotten smell!
When Emperor Cantos walked in, he looked anxious, like an angry lion. After slamming the door open, he strode in with a gust of wind. He seems to be in good spirits. The sick face has long since disappeared from his face, and his face has turned a lot more ruddy. It's just those eyes... those eyes that occasionally showed sharp edges, but became more and more bleak. Just like two small flames in the gust of wind, struggling hard, exuding the last brilliance before disillusionment.
"I need time! Caviehir! Time!" The Great Lancer's voice was not only anxious, but also seemed a little nervous and full of nervousness. After he rushed into the study, he went around to a huge desk and sat down, and he went smoothly. Hit the table hard with a dagger on the table: "Time! Cavihill! Time! I need time! This is the only thing I need right now!!"
Caviehir's expression, since the moment Cantos the Great entered the study, has become flat and unfathomable as always, he even lowered his eyebrows completely, listening to the Emperor of the Empire. If so, Caviehir rolled up his sleeves, tucked his hands into the sleeves, and bowed shallowly.
"No, apart from time, you need a little patience, and of course, if you are firm in your faith, you also need God's blessing, because that will bring a little luck."
"But what I need most is time!" Emperor Cantos slammed the table hard and gritted his teeth: "Kavihir, my body hurts! The severe pain tortures me for two hours every night! I don't know. How much time do I have, and I even doubt that I can stick to the time we planned! You have no other way, can you buy some more time?!"
"God is fair to everyone." Caviehir still said slowly in that slow tone: "Everyone's time is predestined, God will not give you a quarter of an hour less, and the same is true I won't give you another quarter of an hour, Your Majesty."
"Damn." The Great Lancer scolded: "I swear for the thousandth time, I hate the way you talk."
"Oh, then I'll tell you the good news." Caviehir smiled lightly: "The good news is, Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived at General Ruhr's barracks. The safest place in the entire empire. And Ruhr's loyalty is also worthy of your trust. I believe that with the wisdom and ability of General Ruhr, he can protect the safety of His Royal Highness The Crown Prince - even in the worst case."
"What about Adric, how is he now?"
"Mr. Adric has already controlled the local garrison in three counties in the southwest of the imperial capital. If there is any problem, the flag regiments of the three regional garrison he controls can reach Osgilia within ten days. Of course... provided that, The Governor-General of Armenia does not make small moves."
The Great Lancer's face was a little ugly: "Armenia... That damn bastard, he controlled the mining area, just west of the imperial capital, like a sharp blade across my neck."
"It's a pity, Your Majesty, we can't do anything with that knife for the time being." Caviehir smiled: "Then the only option is to hide our necks from the blade—or, let the knife in At a critical moment, you can't move."
"Have you made arrangements?"
Caviehir fell silent this time, and after a long time, he nodded: "If the Governor of Armenia suddenly becomes seriously ill at a special moment, maybe it can meet your request."
Kantos was quiet, he stared at Caviehir for a long time before finally nodding, his eyes were somewhat strange, but this kind of look was only a momentary thing, and then the old emperor took a deep breath: "Then , let Junker in."
When Junker walked into the study, the leader of the dead in the dark night feather forest, wearing a set of soft armor, fully armed, and wearing a long sword, when walking, he looked like a clockwork that was wound up, Full of strength and vigilance.
The only irony is... This Mr. Junker, the leader of the Dark Night Yulin, the emperor's most loyal soldier, he is not actually a real soldier of the empire, but he looks like a real soldier. Imperial general.
When he stood in front of the desk, Junker's waist was straight, his face had a silent taste of death, and his eyes were like owls in the dark night.
"Junker, tell me, are you willing to die for me?" The emperor asked such a question directly and coldly.
"Any time, any place." Junker's answer seemed to be without hesitation: "Every dark night feather forest is ready to die for you at any time, Your Majesty."
The emperor took a deep breath. This time, he seemed to exhale all the strength of his body. His face gradually turned pale, and he stared at Junker.
"Then... just ask you and your people to die for me once!"
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"Oh!!"
Xia Ya's movements were only a little slower, and immediately a green flame rushed to his buttocks, and the intense burning pain made him scream, jumping up ridiculously like a rabbit.
"Hurry up, boys!" Merlin's voice sounded like a standard evil old witch to Char at the moment.
After Xia worked hard to push a magic cannon a little further forward, he finally said angrily: "That's it! Merlin!"
"It's Merlin 'Sir'!"
Following Merlin's cold voice, a wind blade hit Xia Ya's body like a whip. Suddenly his clothes were torn, and with a crisp "pop" sound, a white mark was immediately left on his back.
"Oh, a powerful body." Merlin was slightly surprised, walked to Xiaya's side, sniffed his nose, and sneered: "Hmph, you wipe the dragon's blood? Trust me, boy, if you anger me again If you don't, dragon blood can't protect you!"
Char can only grit his teeth and continue to push the magic cannon hard...
"Master, to be honest, I really think we shouldn't lie to her before." Duoduo Luo was also beside Xia Ya, he had already exerted his strength to suckle, and his face was flushed.
In fact, before Charya finally told Merlin about all the discoveries under the mountain stream, Merlin swore an oath that he would never harm the lives of several people.
But when Xi Ya spoke about the discovery, it was clear that this "discovery" so close at hand angered Merlin, and once this crazy woman was angered...
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"I swore I would not kill you, but I didn't say I would let you go!" Merlin stared at Xiaya hatefully at the time: "In terms of magician habits, gentlemen, you have been temporarily 'requisitioned' by me! You were requisitioned by me as my servants on the spot! As for the time of requisition... it depends on when my mood will improve, you understand!"
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Now, under the coercion of Merlin, Char and Dodoro had to hoist a disintegrated magic cannon from the mountain stream with vines, and then push it over little by little.
But unfortunately, it seems that such a move is far from being able to make Merlin "in a better mood".
Merlin finally quickly focused his attention on the magic cannon, and no longer had any interest in torturing Char. However, Xiaya still helplessly raised a fire and prepared dinner for Merlin at the same time.
It's just that when he was chopping wood, Merlin seemed to be very sarcastic and said: "I can't tell, you are very good at chopping wood, you chop wood so beautifully, you are ranked second among the people I have ever seen in my life. of."
"Oh?" Xia Ya gritted her teeth bitterly: "Is there anyone who chops wood faster and better than me?"
"Of course... that's a weird guy who likes bucket waist women and likes to grin and talk nonsense."
Merlin said this casually, and at the same time continued to look down at the magic lines on the shelf of the magic gun...
Likes to grin, like to talk nonsense... and also like bucket waist women... and is good at chopping wood? !
Duoduo suddenly couldn't help but wink at Xia Ya: "Master, I have to say, in fact, you meet all these conditions."
Xia Ya suddenly trembled, as if thinking of something, threw a pile of firewood in his hand on the ground with a bang, and stared at Merlin: "Hey, Merlin, the person you said..."
Snapped!
Another wind blade slammed into Xia Ya's thigh, causing him to scream in pain and jump on the spot.
"It's Merlin 'Sir'." The witch's eyes were indifferent.
"What does the guy you said look like?" Xia Ya was full of expectations.
"What does it look like?" Merlin seemed to roll his eyes: "One mouth, one nose, two eyes."
Well, this is crap...
However, Merlin immediately said something casually: "Oh, that guy, he and I boasted that he took an ax and carved a chrysanthemum out of tofu, and I made a bet with him about it. "
Xia Ya's heart suddenly jumped wildly!
Swear to God, Xia Ya has vaguely guessed who Merlin is talking about! !
In this world, besides himself, what other guy likes to grin, like to talk nonsense, and at the same time have a bad standard of liking women for the sake of thinking? !
He even claimed that he could use an ax to carve a chrysanthemum from a piece of tofu? !
damn it! Except for the old guy who already smiled Jiuquan! !
Merlin suddenly stood up, as if recalling this matter made her very upset, and she seemed a little annoyed: "I don't like recalling that guy, he's an unpleasant bastard because he bet against me... Hmph, But he's a fool because he never cashed his bet with me. Oh, let me see... ah, that guy is good at martial arts, but he's using a weird weapon, like a big fork."
Xia Ya smiled. The hilt of the fire fork he held, pulled it out from the hilt at his waist, and shook it twice at Merlin.
"Is the fork you're talking about like this one?"
When Merlin saw the fire fork, his eyes widened.
"Oh! Hell! Do it!"
The witch king actually uttered a foul language.