Pea is a very lively little girl.
And she has a skill that can keep baba while drinking water and eating-this skill should be attributed to her weird magic device called "nerve thorn".
The banquet is still going on, but Azalena is not very interested in paying attention to the "diplomatic progress" on Sir Gorosh's side. With the good eloquence and affinity she developed during her travels, she has already been with this man in a short period of time. The little girl named "Pea" became friends, and they hid in an inconspicuous corner, tasting Cecil's special food, and Pea-Pea, with her mouth full, talked non-stop.
"... My father is usually very busy. Last winter he took a long vacation, but he spent half of the time wandering outside every day, either looking for someone to drink or going to a football game. I told him many times that he didn't listen. Do you know the ball game? It was invented by His Majesty. I'm not interested, but boys like it very much... Mom? I was adopted by my father, and I can't remember what my biological mother looks like...
"Now? Not now, Dad has never been married, but he always said that he had a lot of close women when he was young... I suspect he is bragging, because I haven't seen any... Ah? Don't you think so? Why?"
Pea spoke with great interest, but at this moment she suddenly had some doubts: "Oh, by the way, sister, why are you so interested in my father's affairs?"
Azarena finally found a chance to speak, and she smiled: "I know your father, little girl."
Pea's mouth was stuffed with cake, her eyes were wide open, and there was a strange snoring sound from the talking device.
"I knew him twenty years ago, when he was a mercenary captain," Azalena said with a smile. She felt that this little girl named Pea was more and more interesting, and she was so surprised that she was about to choke. His expressions were all so funny, "Little girl, your father didn't brag—at least when he was young, there were never many women around him."
While Pea tried hard to swallow the food in her mouth, a suspicious voice came from the speaker; "...Really?"
"Of course it's true." Azalena took a glass of water from the side and handed it to Pea. "You can ask him yourself later."
Pea blinked her eyes, her expression was surprised and strange, and it took a long time to finally form a meaningful language: "...then I shouldn't call you sister, aunt."
The movement of Azalena handing over the water glass froze instantly.
At this moment, she was finally 100% sure that this little girl named Pea was indeed raised by Byron.
…
Sir Gorrosh had a friendly chat with Lord Gawain Cecil, but they didn't go very far.
As a banquet for the first contact, this is not an occasion for in-depth discussion of state affairs, and two people from completely different social environments and even different races need a period of time to slowly adapt to each other's rhythm when they meet for the first time, and they chat casually After talking about the local conditions and customs of their respective countries, and talking about their vision for peace in the future, Gawain left for the time being, leaving time for Sir Golosh—as well as the advisors and entourage he brought.
A few minutes later, Sir Goroush finally found the Dragonmark Witch wandering in the hall, and he walked towards her quickly: "Ms. Azarena, I was looking for you just now, where are you going... Azarena Ma'am? You don't look very well?"
Hearing Sir Gorosh's voice, Azalena finally woke up from a slightly absent-minded state. She shook her head quickly, then tapped her temple with one finger, and said in a whisper, "I'm fine, I'm fine... Ah, Sir Gorosh, what did you talk to His Majesty Gawain about?"
"It's just some greetings and an introduction to our own country," Golosh said casually, "His Majesty Gawain is a straightforward and knowledgeable person, and it's a pleasure to talk with him... Ms. Question? You look as if you've eaten a whole pot of spoiled pickled peas..."
"...Ser Gorosh."
Sir Gorosh was taken aback by Azalena's gloomy expression: "What's wrong?"
"Your one-liners that are three centuries out of date are really not funny at all!!"
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…
Gao Wen left the banquet hall of the Autumn Palace. He brought only a few entourages to the small courtyard behind the Autumn Palace.
A magical car has been waiting here for a long time.
Gao Wen went directly to the side of the car, and the nearby air suddenly trembled and twisted, and Amber's figure gradually emerged from it, jumping lightly to Gao Wen's side.
"I thought you would accompany the guests from the Holy Dragon Principality all the way," Amber raised her eyelids and glanced at Gao Wen while opening the car door, "That's the mysterious 'Dragonborn'."
"Giant dragons are more mysterious than them, and I have dealt with them a lot," Gawain said casually while bending down and sitting in the car, looking at Amber who got into the car behind him, "Hetty and Rebecca will host the banquet instead of me." In the second half of the event, two members of the immediate royal family were present, which is enough to comply with etiquette—as for me, I have to do something more meaningful than chanting diplomatic rhetoric with people at the banquet."
"I totally agree with your last sentence—let's go," Amber raised her eyebrows and said with a smile. She greeted the mechanic driving in front, and then turned her head to look at Gawain, "Another A batch of 'guests' are already waiting in the North Shore Development Zone, they seem a little uneasy, but they are quite orderly."
"... Uneasy?" Gao Wen frowned, "I didn't imprison them."
"Yes, not only were they not imprisoned, but you also sent priests and nuns to take care of them," Amber rolled her eyes, "You might as well just send the army there."
The corners of Gao Wen's eyes couldn't help shaking.
"There's no way around that," he sighed, "That's a group of experts in the spiritual field, although they have expressed their surrender, but before the observation test is completely over, I don't dare to let regular personnel contact those people casually. Compared with ordinary soldiers, the white knights and armed priestesses who are firm-minded, have received special willpower training, and are protected by high-intensity holy light at any time have extremely high mental resistance. I can think of asking them to go to the nursing site. the safest way."
Amber nodded helplessly: "Well, that's true."
In the North Shore Development Zone, a gathering place not yet open to the public, Yuri and a large number of Priests of the Eternal Sleepers who have changed their costumes are resting in the hall.
Among them were the priests who took the last train to cross the border, as well as members of the religious order who successfully crossed the border in two batches before that—the latter stayed in the White Sand Hills area for two days until the last group of people led by Yuri Arrived, everyone took the magic train to Cecil City today.
There is a newly installed ventilation system in the assembly hall, and the management of the facility has also provided sufficient drinking water and food. For a group of "cultists" who came to a foreign country for the first time and their identities have not yet been revealed, this is considered good However, Yuri's compatriots still feel a little uneasy.
Because there is a group of heavily armed Holy Light Warriors guarding all the entrances and exits of the assembly hall, and the "image" of those Holy Light Warriors... is really impressive.
Half of them were gigantic men nearly two meters tall—an astonishing height perhaps due in part to their equally astonishing silver-white armor. Bound with prayer books made of metal, they claimed to be Cecil's Priest of the Holy Light, and in Yuri's view, the only connection between these people and the "priest" was that they could indeed see a lot of sacred runes on their bodies— Those runes were stamped on their helmets with stencils, or hung on their armor with wax and scripture belts. They were not so much sacred symbols, but more like what knights left on their own armor after killing their enemies. "Scars of Glory".
And the other half of those people—thankfully, at least—women who seemed a little more genial.
It would be even better if these ladies were not carrying unknown spears (maybe it was a staff or a long-handled warhammer? Or something else that can open people's heads?), and they were not equipped with cold-light mechanical gloves. alright.
Sitting on a bench in the hall, Archbishop Semler, who arrived at the White Sand Hills a day earlier than Yuri, but arrived at the meeting place on the same day as everyone else, couldn't help but whispered to Yuri next to him: "I have some Miss the 'miners' dormitories' in White Sands... at least the armed security guards for mining companies there seem a lot friendlier."
"...I don't understand... why His Majesty the Emperor arranged these Holy Light Priests to watch over us," Yuri said in a low voice with faint worry on his face, "Could it be true that, as the rumors say, He has completely controlled and transformed Se The Church of the Holy Light in Syl turned them into their "loyal armed forces"?"
"It looks like this, He will never stand with the 'God of Holy Light'," Semler said in a deep voice, "And I think..."
A burst of heavy footsteps suddenly came from the side, stopping Semler's unfinished words. A two-meter-tall white knight in full armor came among the eternal sleepers and stood in front of the bench. A muffled and low voice came from under Wen's helmet: "You guys don't look well, do you need the touch of the holy light or the prayer of tranquility?"
While speaking, the tower-like warrior weighed the warhammer in his hand, put the surprisingly heavy murder weapon sideways in his hand, and began to turn a certain switch on its handle.
Semler's expression changed immediately: "No, we don't need it!"
He very much doubted that the "Holy Light Touch" that the other party said was released by rounding it.
In fact, as an archbishop-level priest of the Eternal Sleeper, his powerful power may not be weaker than these white knights who call themselves "priests", but the style of these iron giants is really weird, and the surging power of the holy light on them is really powerful. What's more important is that this place is still under the eyes of the "outsider wanderers", and every "guard" here is sent by the outsider wanderers. The combination of these factors makes Semler and Yuri nervous .
"Understood," the burly and tall white knight said in a low voice, without insisting, "If you need it, you can speak up at any time."
The iron tower finally left.
Both Yuri and Semler couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, and then helplessly smiled bitterly at each other, Yuri muttered softly: "This place... is much weirder than I imagined at the beginning."
At this time, Wendy, who hadn't spoken yet, suddenly broke the silence: "Actually, I think it's okay. I mean those armed ladies—don't you think their equipment is very beautiful?"
Yuri looked at Wendy suddenly with weird eyes: "Ms. Wendy... are you serious?"
Fortunately, this weird topic and the weird atmosphere in the assembly hall were finally broken in the next second.
"His Majesty Gawain Cecil arrived at—"
The attendant's loud announcement was like the sound of heaven at this moment, and both Yuri and Semler were refreshed at the same time.
The eternal sleepers in the hall raised their heads one after another and looked towards the door. They saw that the door was opened, and the white knights and armed ladies guarding the door retreated respectfully to both sides and lined up in a neat queue. And a taller figure than the white knights appeared there, with his back to the sun, he walked into the hall as if descending.
Outlander.
Realistic, alive, panting.
The priests of the Eternal Sleeper who were present at the same time felt a strange feeling, as if a certain existence in the mythical world suddenly stood in front of them, but it appeared in a mortal and harmless posture. The priests, who had experienced a lot of turmoil, became a little dazed at this moment, until Gao Wen's voice suddenly sounded, dragging them back to reality—
"Welcome to Cecil, future citizens of the Empire - I hope that most of you will be able to obtain this status smoothly in the future."