The night in old Dunling is like blue steel, cold and chilly. Every corner of the street is covered with crystal water droplets. The tiny mirrors reflect the iron whales rolling in the sea of clouds. Beams of light fall like lances, gazing at the earth.
The guards took a deep breath, this was just an ordinary day in their career, standing guard, then rotating, this was an extremely familiar job, but the strange thing was that in such a familiar job and environment, they vaguely sensed something, the guards didn't know what it was exactly, they could only simply describe it as anxiety and uneasiness in their hearts.
Yes, it seemed like something was about to happen. Under the quiet night, something awakened in the deepest darkness. It twisted its hideous body and, with a disgusting smell, tried to crawl out of the abyss of memory.
The guard became more and more uneasy. His hand brushed against the cold railing, and the cold touch sobered him up a little.
The iron whales shifted their gaze from the streets and moved forward slowly. Only then did they notice that the iron whales' gaze was not random. They had been staring at a carriage speeding under the night sky. Under this gaze from high above, the carriage crossed the royal defense line and drove into the Platinum Palace.
"Huh... I haven't been here for a long time. This seems to be my first time visiting here at night."
The man got off the carriage. For some reason, the temperature was particularly low tonight. He could even see the mist coming out of his breath.
Looking up, under the shining light, the reliefs on the buildings were pulled into long and thin shadows. Light and darkness were intertwined together to create another strange painting.
"What is that?"
The man raised his head and seemed to see something. Countless black shadows were circling in the night, like leaves being swept into the sky, cutting the light into countless pieces.
"A flock of crows. They usually rest on the Dunling Pagoda. I don't know why they suddenly come here."
Another voice sounded behind him, and Arthur also got off the carriage and looked at the flock of crows in the night. He could not see their appearance clearly in the dim night, but could vaguely hear some sad roars.
Arthur recalled the previous rumors among the people and began to talk about them casually.
"Someone said before that if the crows left the Dunling Tower, it would be the end of Inglvig."
"What? Does this mean that today is the end of Ynglvig? Then I think we'd better leave by boat."
The man told a joke.
"No, Yngverg will never fall, not to mention these nonsense legends... There is a bird cage on the Dunling Pagoda. We have locked six crows in it. There is no need to worry about these."
Arthur looked disdainful of this, but after thinking about it, he added something.
The man burst into laughter at this. He never expected that the serious Arthur would have such a side.
"Let's go, His Majesty is waiting for you."
Arthur was too lazy to pay attention to the man. Although they had not known each other for a long time, he had a general idea of this guy's character. He was like a clown in a circus. It was difficult to judge what he wanted and what his purpose was. He might just be talking to you about his ideals and ambitions, and the next second he would beg you to lend him some money to buy him some wine.