The head maid with black hair and black skirt walked in the corridor illuminated by soft lights. The sound of boots hitting the ground rhythmically rang in Lord Bommier's ears. This crisp sound even cooled his overly confused mind a little bit. After coming down, after realizing that his mental state was really improving gradually, the inner court nobleman couldn't help but look at the other party: "Miss Diana, thank you for your spiritual comfort..."
"It's easy to do—after all, your state just now is not suitable for meeting His Majesty," the head maid said indifferently, and then stood still in front of the door, "Go in, Your Majesty is already waiting for you."
Before they knew it, they had come to the end of the corridor.
Lord Bommier, who was standing at the door, couldn't help swallowing, and looked at the black golden-grained wooden door in front of him—this guest room in the bedroom area is very special, and with his title, there is almost no chance to come here. However, now Emperor Rosetta sent his head maid to pick him up, and let him meet here...
This caused various speculations to pop up in the Lord's mind.
Then he settled down, knocked lightly on the door, and opened the door to enter after getting permission.
In the room covered with soft and thick carpets, bright lights poured down from the roof, illuminating the furnishings in the reception room. The hero was sitting on a high-backed chair by the window, turning his head and looking at this side.
"Close the door, Lord Bommayer," Rosetta Augustus nodded to the late-night visitor in front of her, "and then sit in this chair and tell me why you chose to come to see me so late."
Lord Bommier immediately turned back and closed the door, then turned around and took two steps forward, sitting opposite Rosetta the Great, he felt the sweat on his forehead again, and his heart was pounding—he finally reached the point where he could speak While speaking, however, he found that most of the courage he accumulated before stepping out of the house had been consumed on this journey. At this moment, every breath he took was weakening his willpower, allowing his fear of death to slowly gain the upper hand .
The pair of deep eyes of Rosetta the Great stared at this side quietly, and Lord Bommyer's heart was excited. Under the gaze of those eyes, he suddenly mustered up his courage again for a short time, and broke the silence with a particularly hoarse voice: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I first ask for your forgiveness. I have acted rebelliously... I can't guarantee that I can finish my sentence, so please remember every key word I said—
"Your Majesty, the Throat of Orendelle! Gawain Cecil has meddled in it! The lair of the heretics! The Eternal Sleeper!"
A cold chill piercing into the soul instantly spread up the spine, Lord Bommier felt his entire cervical spine tingling like needles, and his brain was buzzing—death was about to come, he triggered the alarm, His own brain must be dying fast, and he is about to pay the price for his greed for power and arcane knowledge years ago...
The only thing that is gratifying is that the countless drills in his mind before going out have worked. He successfully uttered all the key words before the brain nerve died in the shortest time, and he didn't come up with any damn "deathbed stay" White", in this way, even if His Majesty can't understand all the content he wants to convey, at least he can conduct a series of investigations based on key words, and then...
Keep that fearsome extraterrestrial rogue at the gates of the Empire.
Lord Beaumel leaned back in his chair quietly, closed his eyes peacefully, and waited for death to come completely.
A few seconds later, he found that he was still breathing, but death did not come as expected.
The brain was throbbing, and the heart felt a little uncomfortable, but it didn't look like a sign of death, but it seemed to be caused by pure tension.
Lord Bommier opened his eyes in confusion, looked down at his body, and subconsciously muttered, "This... I'm not dead?"
"It seems so," the voice of Emperor Rosetta came calmly, and finally Lord Bommier, who was in a daze, found himself again. The latter raised his head and saw that His Majesty the Emperor was watching quietly. Looking at himself, with a certain... playfulness in his expression indifferently, "Lord Bommier, you seem to be alive."
Then, before poor Bomeier asked questions, Rosetta waved to the side: "Diana, my lord needs a glass of refreshing iced wine."
The black-haired maid came out from nowhere in the next second, holding a glass of wine that was cooling down, until he took the glass, Lord Bommier didn't seem to realize what happened, he subconsciously Thank you sincerely, and took a sip of the wine almost instinctively. The cold feeling finally allowed him to recover a little thinking ability: "Your Majesty, I..."
"Answer my question first." Rosetta looked into Bomeier's eyes, "were you shrouded in fear of death just now? You have some kind of curse that can kill you—you will say something based on what you said. a keyword? Is it something to do with your spirit, or is it something that monitors thoughts, words and deeds?"
"Yes... yes, Your Majesty," replied Lord Beaumel honestly, "it should have been so, but why..."
"This room shields all spiritual spells," Rosetta adjusted her sitting position on the chair, and said calmly, "In fact, it shields almost all magical effects, including curses rooted in itself, and remote spiritual monitoring, causing Psychological cues of suicide, and all the damaging magic that activates over time."
Lord Bommier slowly widened his eyes, with undisguised disbelief on his face.
Rosetta ignored him, but turned to a corner of the room and said, "Ms. Windsor Mapel, thank you for your protection—but please continue to maintain the effect of protection. Does the 'curse' delay the onset."
It was only then that Bomel noticed that there was a fourth person in the room—the legendary president of the Mage Association seemed to be standing there all the time, but he didn't see the person in the lavender dress until Rosetta spoke. A graceful and elegant lady walked slowly from there.
The opponent held a mysterious magic ball that seemed to be completely condensed by magic power. Runes flowed on the surface of the magic ball. It was the invisible power that it emitted that protected the entire room.
In astonishment, Lord Bommier subconsciously said to himself: "Why..."
"Since the day before yesterday, four people have died strangely while trying to 'report the message'," said Windsor Mapel, who held a magic ball in her hand. This legendary mage looked at Bomeier, his eyes full of The eyes of arcane energy seem to be able to see through all the secrets, "The details are amazingly consistent—they seem to be trying to tell others something before they die, or convey some information through hints and riddles, but after they have just put their ideas into practice The moment of action burns the brain."
"Two of them died in the Obsidian Palace, and the other two went to find Duke Ferdinand and Duke Cervin respectively," Emperor Rosetta continued, "Maybe there are more similar things happening—it's just that they haven't been reported yet, or Before they even had time to go to the person they wanted to confide in, they accidentally uttered a certain key word at home and died."
Bomeier was dumbfounded, and a look of fear and panic could not help appearing on his face.
It turns out that he didn't even have the chance to say those well-conceived keywords... Fortunately, when he was practicing at home, he didn't dare to turn the thoughts in his mind into real words and deeds, but only simulated them in the superficial consciousness...
"After such an incident, the think tank of the Royal Mages Association immediately analyzed the possible reasons. We believe that some kind of crisis has occurred. At the same time, a large number of insiders are trying to warn the royal family, but all insiders are being monitored by some The spells of the mind are controlled, or they are planted with a curse that will be activated automatically with the keywords," Windsor Mapel said unhurriedly, "At present, the spies of the Royal Mages Association and the Rogue Troop are secretly monitoring the entire Arcadia. Durnan, look for potential 'warners' and try to bring them to this room without sacrificing their survival.
"But you came here on your own initiative, Lord Bomile, this is our windfall."
Rosetta nodded, looking into Lord Bomile's eyes: "Fortunately, Ms. Windsor's powerful power successfully blocked the potential curse, which proves that part of our judgment is correct, and you, Bomile My lord... Now let’s prove that another part of our judgment is also correct. Tell me in detail what your keywords mean, and what kind of crisis is threatening my empire?"
Lord Bommier blinked, and finally calmed down after thoroughly understanding the situation. With a kind of indifference and a trace of gratitude that transcended life and death, he smiled wryly, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, I have been overwhelmed by power and knowledge. Bewitched, accepting a 'gift' that shouldn't be accepted, I... am an 'eternal sleeper'.
"Your Majesty, there is a secret lair in the Throat of Orendelle, which is shrouded in a powerful force field of spiritual suggestion and a large-scale dream restriction, and has been ignored by everyone for a long time..."
…
In the north and south of Alder, and in the south of the Shadow Swamp, a black-painted mana train is quietly stopping beside the newly built platform.
This is the earliest mana train site to be delivered and completed in the Typhon Empire, and it is also one of the transportation hubs leading to the Cecil Empire next door.
As early as the Ansu era, when the Cecil Empire was still the "Principality of Cecil", related projects had already started. At that time, the Grand Duke Cecil signed a trade agreement with the Typhon Empire to pass a railway line at the foot of the Dark Mountains Connecting to Typhon is the beginning of the "modern trade" between the two empires—the site here today is an extension of the old railway, and it is also one of the projects of the "Cecil Railway Investment Company" in Typhon.
The high-power magic spar lamp was hung high on the lamp post in the center of the platform, and the light projected dispelled the darkness around the station, and also illuminated the dark surface of the mechanical giant python. The huge and heavy steel machinery It looks like a dormant giant beast, with cold and rigid lines outlined by the artificial lights. The staff inspecting the site and overhauling the machinery are walking around in the light. Looking from a distance, they look as small as a giant beast coiled around it. The insects and ants are average.
For Typhon, who has just started the magic train and railway project, this advanced and expensive precision thing is far from the stage of large-scale civilian use. In most cases, it is only swallowed by the industrial cities in the hinterland of the empire. The transportation line used for raw materials, and the tools used to transport goods with Cecil, plus it was late at night, and the only civilian train on this line had also stopped, resulting in the huge platform being quite sparsely staffed.
Two workers patrolling the platform were handing over in front of the train—the last train of the day was about to leave for Cecil, full of textiles and alchemy raw material preparations produced by Typhon, and there was nothing else tonight There are so many trains that the staff seem lazy.
A figure swayed past the rear of the train and entered the huge industrial machinery.
The lights in the corresponding area may have some malfunctions, and they are extremely dim, and the patrol personnel can't even see any of them.
Wearing a black coat with a gentle temperament and a monocle, Yuri walked briskly in the "corridor" made of steel. In the nearby shadows, several pairs of eyes raised from the darkness, and quickly dropped again.
Stepping into the last carriage, more eyes were cast from the side.
"All the personnel have boarded the train," Yuri said in a low voice concisely, "there is still fifteen minutes to go, in order to prevent checkpoints and people from Typhon getting on the train, until the train stops at Baisha Station, we must Try to avoid making noise, let alone cross the penultimate carriage, everyone be prepared."
"I've already explained it," Wendy's soft voice came from the side, "How's the situation outside?"
"Don't worry," Yuri said in a low voice, "there are several key leaders and half of the front-line technicians here are Cecilians—the technical handover and training cycle is not over yet, Typhon needs Cecilians here Teach them how to control these huge and complex machinery and manage the railway system, so that everyone who touches this train is reliable tonight."
Wendy exhaled lightly, and then slowly swept her gaze across the carriage. She recalled the shock she felt when she first saw this magical machine, and recalled the "station" outside that was filled with a lot of incredible technologies. , couldn't help but whispered: "This is really an unimaginable creation..."
"Yeah, if it's not impossible, I really hope to study how this thing moves," Yuri Charvin sighed, "I hope I can have a chance when I get to 'there'..."
"I'd rather meet that Miss Jibri the Witch, and watch the Magic Web broadcast," Wendy chuckled. people heard at the same time."
Yuri shook his head immediately: "Don't even think about it, I'm afraid your singing will drag people into an eternal sleep."
Wendy immediately retorted: "I can sing normally, Archbishop Yuri."
"The archbishop... Let's give up this title from now on," Yuri said in a low tone as he sat down on a nearby crate, "Just call the name directly, forget the past, or simply add 'Mr.' and 'Ms.' The title is also good... "
"It's a good idea," Wendy nodded lightly, "But Mr. Uri, you are sitting on Mr. Magnum's head, and he may have started to curse."
"Anyway, I can't hear it," Yuri patted the crate under his body lightly, with an indifferent expression on his face, "and this is just a 'remain'."
Wendy shook her head helplessly, then opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but her expression changed slightly the next moment.
Almost at the same time, Yuri's expression changed slightly.
At this moment, all bishops and above Eternal Sleepers received an urgent notice from Megoll III—
Mentally deranged from the Sleeper network.
"The Whistleblower," appeared.