After Marshal Ofrah's voice fell, everyone was shocked, and the entire living room could hear a needle drop in silence. Becky was stunned for more than ten seconds before realizing that she was in the stage of rebuilding her faith after the disaster and temporarily refused to believe in reality. It wasn't until Lily patted the mercenary girl's back with her tail that Becky jumped up: "That's it?! You are... oh yes, I see, what happened back then must be a secret, you don't want to tell it …”
"That's true," Ophra nodded with a smile, "I know how it's been spread outside, and there have been all kinds of versions in the past few hundred years. At first, I cared about it, but now I don't bother to care about those bards. But in fact, it was very simple for me to form a team with Geddon at first. Back then, I was an adventurer in the lawless zone. I was hungry and full. I met Geddon by mistake. He is not good at fighting, but his eyes are poisonous. He saw that I was good at kung fu, and then he said: Help me build the territory, I have some brothers, let you be their boss, and give you 20 eagle shield gold coins a month. I thought about it and said: This job is reliable .Then I became a commander. But at the time I didn’t expect that he had more than 200,000 brothers—I knew it would be more important.”
Hao Ren covered his face with his hands and refused to comment. He understood why Ofra said that when she saw Becky, she remembered her time as an adventurer. Becky, on the other hand, continued to maintain the appearance of a broken faith, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence: "Then the four hundred years of promise..."
"I made an agreement with Geddon III, as long as the salary is stable, I will stay here," Ophra smiled, "Of course this is what I said at the first time. Later, when the country became stable, I also became a marshal. To stay in this country becomes a duty and a ... affection."
As she said that, Ophra glanced at Becky: "But at the beginning, I did agree to join the group because of the high salary offered by Geddon."
Becky covered her head: "I feel that my faith has collapsed and I need to slow down."
Ofra seemed to find this reckless mercenary's reaction very funny, and smiled and watched for a while before suddenly asking: "Betsy, you are already a hero now, you know—the Holy See spared no effort to publicize that you died heroically in Bein The legendary mercenary of the Diocese of Cici."
"Oh, I know." Becky raised her head, not knowing why Ofra suddenly brought this up. "It sounds unreal."
Ophra pointed at Hao Ren: "Then why did you first embark on the journey to the Dragon's Back Mountains with the foreigners?"
"For the bonus," Betsy took it for granted, "if I accidentally find the beads, I'll be rich!"
Ofra shrugged: "In the future, your admirers and bards will make up some stories that you don't even believe yourself. They will publicize that you were inspired by the goddess, for love, for honor, and for the sake of the prophet. Guidance, to hunt down demons, and to save the common people of the world, but the real reason you set out on the journey is because of the high bounty given by the Holy See. So don’t believe what the bards say, they will do everything just to earn two eyeballs It can’t be made up, and most of the heroes’ first battles to save the world are really just to make a living.”
Betsy nodded thoughtfully. Ophra looked at the girl with a bit of dumbfounding: "Of course, this is the first time I've met a hero who still only thinks about salary after saving the world... Your purpose is simple enough."
Nangong Wuyue snorted, "That's all she has."
Everyone had refreshments in Ovra's mansion, and the banquet prepared by the palace would not start until evening, so they rested in their guest rooms until evening. It wasn't until sunset that a royal knight in gorgeous armor came to the marshal's mansion, and Ofrah called everyone together.
"Moroen, that is, King Holleta, has set up a banquet to welcome you in the palace, and the Pope will also appear. These two guys are guys who don't show up often," said on the way to the palace. Ophra introduced the meeting in the carriage, "This is a secret meeting, and the scale of the banquet will not be very large. It is mainly for discussing matters. You can safely and boldly raise any questions. Report to them everything that happened in the mountains... Well. Of course everything I know. During the two months you left, the Pope and His Majesty the King have had several intense discussions, and finally they decided to give up some stubborn ideas. You foreigners open up all the information about the Glory Sect and the legends of the goddess. But there is one condition: you can’t shake the foundation of this kingdom, and don’t leak these materials to the people.”
"We have no reason to do this," Vivienne nodded, "We are the safest 'outsiders' for you, because all the secular interests of your world have nothing to do with us—we only think about how to solve them The eldest son will do."
"It is precisely because of this that the two of them can make up their minds," Ophra sighed. "Two troublesome guys... Mingming is not very old, but he is so stubborn. I just persuaded them for half a month."
Hao Ren couldn't help rolling his eyes when he heard Ophra's old-fashioned tone, and then subconsciously looked at Vivienne next to him, thinking that there is someone more qualified to say this than you: Vivian In front of me, who is the oldest in this car...
Vivian bared her teeth at Hao Ren: "Why are you looking at me? I'm still young!"
The carriage drove into the high wall of the imperial palace. Nangong Sanba looked at the magnificent and exotic architectural landscape outside with his head in admiration. This royal building driven by magic power and exuding a solemn atmosphere was the only one he had ever seen in his life. It is something that can only be seen in places where the imperial power is supreme. Although extravagant, it is really shocking. He withdrew his head and nodded seriously to Hao Ren: "I've decided to join the group no matter what. This is so fucking interesting."
Hao Ren squinted his eyes and lay on the soft back of the chair: "It's as if you can still leave the group now."
Nangong Wuyue curled her lips: "It won't be interesting when you go to war with us."
Finally, under the guard/supervision of a group of close servants, the group of bumpkins who had just entered the imperial city (at least Becky and Nangong Sanba looked like bumpkins all the way) walked through the long corridors, gorgeous long halls, After walking for a long time under the gaze of sculptures of the king and a group of historical figures, he was finally led into a large ornate room.
As Ophra said, this was a small-scale secret meeting, not luxurious, but with unprecedented gold content.
There was a long table in the room, and there were several elderly men and women sitting beside the table, as well as some ministers with stern faces who couldn’t identify their identities—the total number of ministers who were qualified to attend this secret meeting and could arrive at the palace in time was only a few. Of these five or six, the rest are either not qualified to know too much, or are too far away to catch up.
Every time Hao Ren and the others appeared, they almost fell from the sky. This group of "foreigners" who were used to appearing suddenly made the king and ministers a little at a loss: they were used to following strict rules and arranging everything step by step, including meeting foreign envoys and domestic lords. But obviously this group of people from beyond the sky did not play their cards according to international law and the habits of ministers performing ceremonies, and they could only prepare so far in haste.
After the guests showed up, the dignitaries at the table got up one after another and nodded reservedly. Ofra pointed to them and introduced them one by one: "The king of Holleta, His Majesty Moron, is one of the smartest kings in the world right now." 1. The Pope of the Glorious Sect, the highest representative of theocracy, and one of the most prestigious people in the entire world, Prince Huffman, who is responsible for assessing the influence of the eldest son and how to deal with it in the event of an unexpected disaster. There is also Auburn The archbishop in red—he sent people to guard the entrances of the other two sacred caves, and the last two eldest sons are under his supervision."
Ophra introduced the people around her, but Hao Ren felt that he didn't need to remember too much: he didn't come here to get close to the big shots.
He only remembered the characteristics of a few important people: King Moroen was an old man with gray hair and a slightly hunched back, but he was very kind in terms of temperament. If it wasn't for his gorgeous robes, it would be difficult to connect him with the king. Together. The Pope is a spiritual old man with white beard and hair, wearing a purple-gold robe, expressionless, and often lost in thought. Prince Huffman is a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body, and he is a little bald. The red-clothed archbishop is a middle-aged man with a bald head. He is the most special, with scriptures and mysterious religious symbols tattooed on his skin, and these symbols even spread to his face, which makes the red-clothed archbishop look a little scary People, he has a serious attitude, and there is an inaccessible atmosphere around him. After Hao Ren and his party entered the door, they have been looking at everyone curiously.
Vivian's attitude was similar to that of Hao Ren, and she didn't feel much about the big shots in front of her eyes: the big shots she had seen back then were so much better than these people, she chatted and laughed happily with those people, and kicked many big shots to the ground in the end. Been in the moat…
Becky, on the other hand, bowed nervously to everyone at the scene. The girl was very nervous: most of the people standing in front of her were people she had heard from since she was a child. Before today, she only mentioned it when she was bragging with others She had mentioned the names of these people, but now these big men stood in front of her, nodding to her with a smile on their faces. The poor mercenary girl was sweating white hair on her forehead, and squeezed her lower back hard: "I'm not Let's dream... well, it's a dream, I don't feel it."
Lily jumped up with a cry: "Why are you pinching my tail!!"
Vivian covered her forehead and sighed: "I knew it was like this."
(Continue to recommend shipgirl novels, this time it is the new seedling "Deep Sea Bright Ship", as the so-called country is so so, so so so everywhere... Everyone go and support it.) (To be continued~^~)