Chapter 359 King of Roland, Gray returns home
Roland Kingdom, Fontainebleau.
The vast green lawn is like a carpet, and behind the golden fence stands a magnificent palace.
Gallery, with wooden walls, plaster reliefs and oil murals, the corridor is brilliant and elegant. In the classical oil painting, a man holds a hot sun in his palm, and his strength and beauty are perfectly displayed in his muscle lines.
In front of this painting of the Sun God, stood a gorgeous blonde beauty with wavy curly hair hanging in a gorgeous golden robe. Her slender legs were wearing white silk stockings and suspenders, and she was wearing a pair of red-soled high heels, like a swan. He raised his neck as usual, with a neutral magnetism in his voice, and asked the elderly courtier beside him:
"Has the envoy from the Golden Lion returned?"
"Your Majesty, you have returned. The envoy also brought back jewelry, silk and spices given by Queen Theresa. The Golden Lion Queen hopes to promote friendship between the two countries."
The old courtier said:
"It's just, Your Majesty, Roland and the Golden Lion have been feuding for hundreds of years. Why don't you take advantage of the opportunity of the change of throne to send troops across the sea and choose to send an envoy to make peace?"
"You are too old and confused to keep up with the changes of the times."
King Roland's voice was filled with undeniable arrogance and nobility, and his eyes were deep, as if he were seeing a magnificent wave.
"Humanity will always be its natural ally. Instead of guarding against each other, it is better to aim our spearheads at the wider world..."
"Imagine, when humans become a sanctuary, will other races be willing to lag behind?" King Roland squinted:
"There will always be a moment when conflicts that have settled for many years will break out again. At that time, humans should form an alliance and conquer the new world!"
The elderly courtier's face turned red with embarrassment and said: "I am ashamed that my eyesight is not one ten thousandth of that of your Majesty. Please forgive me."
King Roland smiled softly.
It's like the spring breeze blowing on the face, dazzling people.
He signaled the other party not to be nervous and asked:
"What is the origin of Yeats Brondi, who performed outstandingly in the War to Protect the Country? He seems to have defeated Phoenix when he was less than twenty years old?"
The courtier hurriedly said:
"Your Majesty, he is the artistic god chosen by the bards. He currently serves as the sealmaster in Queen Theresa's court. He is the Duke of Honeysuckle who once defeated the Orc Expeditionary Force!"
"Oh, the God of Art, it turns out it's him..." King Roland's eyes moved slightly, "No wonder I feel familiar..."
"Even the famous Phoenix is no match for him. Even the Durandal that his mother gave to Phoenix was taken away by him." King Roland shook his head, "There are really countless heroes in this world. ”
"However, I am looking forward to seeing if Hastings will help his colleagues in the Knights if he meets him..."
King Roland chuckled lightly and said: "Go write a letter and mention the duel conference to Queen Theresa. For the sake of the kingdom's face, I believe she will send the Art God to participate in the battle."
"As you command, Your Majesty Louis!"
The old courtier said:
"Your Majesty, according to your schedule, today is the day to attend the completion ceremony of the Royal Opera House. You should consider setting off."
"Prepare the carriage."
"Your Majesty, why don't you change your clothes and start again?" the courtier suggested cautiously.
The sound of high-heeled boots hitting the ground suddenly stopped. The blond beauty stopped and turned around. Gujing Wubo's cold eyes stared at the sweaty courtiers. Finally, she held her forehead and sighed softly:
"Forget it, this is for the royal family's sake. When I change back to regular clothes, I can participate in the ceremony again..."
Papal States.
The holy hall was filled with a faint scent of musk, and sunlight fell from the dome glass, illuminating a young man in red who was sitting cross-legged on a white jade couch with a frown on his face.
A man wearing black scale armor and exuding majesty stood in front of the cardinal and said solemnly:
"Cesare, the news from the Golden Lion has been sent back. The Medical Knights suffered a heavy setback, and even the Knight Commander Phoenix was captured."
Phoenix is regarded as the most promising candidate to succeed the leader of the Medical Knights. Once he is promoted to leader, his status will be comparable to Hastings.
Hastings is also very familiar with him. After all, Phoenix is the holder of the 'Immortal Sword' Durandal. He is a paladin recognized by the Holy Sword, and his potential is limitless!
However, it was such a shame for the Holy See that such a future star of the Holy See was defeated by the Duke of Golden Lion in a duel and became a prisoner!
"I have already known about this...The man who defeated Phoenix is named Yeats Berlandi..."
The young man in red sat cross-legged on the couch, gnawing on his nails, and his eyes moved slightly: "I have ordered someone to investigate, and his growth rate is extremely amazing. In just two years, he has grown from a rotten tree with no knowledge to a golden lion. The strong man... Behind this, there must be the shadow of the gods..."
"A bunch of nonsense." Hastings said coldly, "He is the God of Art! Of course he has the support of the gods!"
Cesare shook his head: "You didn't understand what I meant. I mean, it is not only the God of Art who supports him, but also other gods...for example, the goddess of the night."
Hastings fell into silence and said for a long time: "Go on."
"More than four months ago, the Dark Night God was promoted to the sixth ring in front of Famula, and now, Yeats Brondi is also showing the strength of the sixth ring. Don't you think this is very suspicious?" Sarai smiled half-heartedly and raised his eyes to look at the black-armored knight.
"Indeed, if Yeats is the Chosen One, many things would make sense, but..." Hastings changed the subject and said:
"You and I both know that divinities will conflict with each other, and the divinity of the dark night is an extremely violent divinity. It is impossible for a mortal body to resolve the side effects of the conflict between divinities!"
Cesare said calmly:
"Everything has exceptions. Over the past thousands of years, many extraordinary beings who are not afraid of divine conflicts have appeared on the Zhongting Continent, and without exception, they have become legendary heroes, messengers of the gods, and... Enemies of God.”
As he spoke, a cold light flashed in Cesare's eyes.
"Whether Yeats Brondi is the Chosen One is very important. If it can be proven that they are the same person, then the Duke of Honeysuckle is the target we must get rid of!"
Hastings said: "Why not use prophecy or divination to deduce?"
"You think I haven't tried it?"
Cesare smiled coldly:
"Every time I prayed to the heavens for prophecies related to Yeats Brondie, I got no response. And when I divined his existence, his information was also shrouded in layers of fog, as if this human being did not exist at all. Exist in this world! ”
"The more this happens, the more doubtful Yeats Brondi is." Cesare said in a dull voice, "Isn't it?"
Hastings said: "Is it just him, or are there other examples?"
"Yeats is not the only one who can escape the observation of fate. According to the secret book, all the human emperors except King Solomon cannot be observed by fate, because they themselves have the [karma] to become human emperors. This Cause and effect is enough to change the direction of fate." Cesare shrugged, "And the reason why he was able to observe King Solomon was thanks to the ring that Gabriel gave him - the gift of fate, after all, it has a good price tag."
Hastings frowned: "Yeats and Brondi have the cause and effect to become the Emperor of the People? How is this possible!"
Cesare shook his finger: "This is only a very small possibility. There are other possibilities. The exception is that the person being observed comes from the starry sky, or holds a magic weapon that can avoid fateful observation. These are things they are not subject to. The reason why destiny is controlled.”
"From the stars? You mean, those outsiders from other planes?" Hastings said.
"The World Tree holds high the nine worlds, and outside of the World Tree, there are other planes. The heavens knew this thousands of years ago, so there is no need to make a fuss."
Cesare said: "And the third situation I listed, like the Stone of Destiny, one of the four secret treasures, and the Silver Sword that killed the God of Light, can escape the surveillance of fate..."
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"In the final analysis." Cesare took a deep breath and said coldly, "No matter what is the reason why Yeats is not controlled by fate, we must pay more attention to him!"
Hastings thought for a long time and said:
"You also ignored one reason."
"What?"
"The Mages Guild." Hastings said every word.
Cesare was startled for a moment and laughed dumbly: "You are right, the secrets hidden by the Mages Guild have not been fully grasped by us so far..." Slowly putting away his smile, Cesare stood up from the white jade bed. , looked up at Hastings and said:
"What needs to be noted is that I have recently received a prophecy that a human mage will become the first holy realm in the world, and will also break the restrictions and usher in a turbulent and new era for this world..."
"Can't you stop him?"
"Not only can we not stop it, we also have to look forward to him becoming a saint." Cesare said, "Only in this way can the boundary between heaven and the material plane be further opened, and the saints can shine even brighter."< br>
"I don't care about that."
"Then what are you looking for?"
"I just want to know... when... I can board the Rainbow Bridge... and fight the gods..."
Hastings's voice was low, deeply suppressed with endless fighting spirit, and it reverberated like metal.
Cesare was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said:
"You are really a lunatic. No wonder you became the God of War's choice..."
"In short, you have one more task at the Knights Conference, which is to contact Yeats Brondi."
Cesare said: "Take back the immortal sword [Durandel] from his hand, this is one of them."
"If it is confirmed, he is the chosen one of the Dark Night God——"
The cardinal was tall and tall, with a gentle smile but a chilling tone.
"Kill without mercy."
Golden Lion Kingdom.
Whitefish Harbor.
The three-masted sailing battleship is moored on the sea. The statue of the apostle on the bow has been removed and replaced with a lifelike owl.
Yeats stood on the deck, with the sea breeze blowing in his face, overlooking the sea view, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Your Majesty the Duke, this ship still needs you to come up with a name." Rishi said.
Yeats thought of the omnipotent Jackdaw in "Assassin's Creed" and said:
"Just call it [Cold Eagle]."
The shipbuilding industry in Morning Frost Ridge was in its infancy, but as a reward from the Protectorate War, Queen Theresa awarded Yeats a tea business charter.
Tea is the national drink of the Golden Lion Kingdom. Its annual profit is comparable to the entire year's revenue of a principality, and is an order of magnitude higher than the income of whiskey.
Use the profits from the tea business to invest in the shipbuilding industry. In time, Chenshuangling will be able to have its own sailing fleet.
Yeats rubbed his chin.
Ten years later in the plot, the Kingdom of Golden Lion will compete with the Kingdom of Castile for maritime supremacy, and a century-old naval battle breaks out, ultimately ending with the Golden Lion fleet defeating the Kingdom of Castile's invincible fleet.
According to the original plot, it was already the era of the Holy War. The card pool characters such as Gray, Hilde, and Phoenix had all grown into strong men in the Holy Domain and played a vital role in the battles in the Age of Sail.
It is worth mentioning that the contemporary monarch of the Roland Kingdom, Louis, is a macho-level wise king who leads the Roland Kingdom and the Shenting Empire to compete for territory, and has the reputation of the 'Sun King'.
Louis ascended the throne at the age of five, assumed sole power at the age of twenty, and achieved the sixth level at the age of twenty-three. He was an unparalleled genius.
In the fields of art and fashion, Louis also showed amazing insights. He not only vigorously promoted dance, opera and literature, but even invented a number of cross-era products such as stockings and high heels.
"We should meet Lewis on this trip to the Kingdom of Roland."
Yeats secretly thought: "I don't know whether he will appear in women's clothing or men's clothing..."
The duel meeting was coming soon, and before setting off, Yeats had to disguise his identity and go to the Moonlight Sect again.
If you can obtain the qualification to be chosen by the Moonlight God, and use the moonlight divinity to suppress the rioting dark night divinity in the body, it will not be easy for others to see through the truth in a duel.
After all, the identity of the Dark Night God Chosen has many implications, so it still needs to be carefully hidden...
In a duel tournament, you can summon a magic pet.
The Sixth Ring Master already has the power to defeat the adult dragon, but if he wants to use the dragon to participate in the battle, he must obtain the approval of the dragon clan.
Yeats planned to train the Snow Owl into an imperial-level monster before the duel meeting, so that he could have a better chance of winning.
The next day.
The day Gray returned from the Land of Dragons.
Yeats came to a peak with a wide view in the Jueling Mountains and greeted him personally.
The cold wind howled, and in the vast expanse of snow, a dull thunderous breath sounded. The pressure of the dragon clan plunged the entire mountain range into deathly silence.
Yeats raised his head and saw an adult red dragon appearing in the sea of clouds, spreading its huge wings.
On the back of the red dragon sat Gray, whom he had not seen for a long time.
The brown-haired girl's single horse tail swayed in the wind. Her eyes were searching and fixed on Yeats. Suddenly, a light of surprise flashed and she waved to Yeats excitedly.
"Yeats!"
Along with Gray's words, there was also a cold snort full of anger.
“Gray asked me for my baby, so it’s to give it to you!”
"Hey, great elder, don't be angry, I will bring you a better baby next time..."
"How can I not be angry! Look at this weak person——"
Red Dragon suddenly fell into silence and glanced at Yeats standing on the mountain peak.
Sixth Ring?
That's okay.
The atmosphere became a little subtle, Yeats smiled and said:
"Great Elder, I have prepared a gift for you, I hope you will accept it."
There are two imperial-level magic crystals seized from Duke Lannister, one of which contains the element of fire and comes from the Flame Scale Dragon Lizard. The other contains arcane energy and comes from the ancient ruins of the Arcane Colossus. These two magic crystals are mounted on the magic cannon and can exert the power of different elements.
The magic crystal of the Arcane Colossus is more suitable for the Snow Owl. The other magic crystal of the Flame Scale Dragon Lizard, Yeats borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha and spread his palms.
Immediately, the red dragon's eyes glowed, as if a miser saw the jewels and smiled:
"You...this is the first time we meet, and you still give gifts. Haha, you are quite a sensible kid!"
Gray: (д；)
Pay attention to your image, great elder!
(End of chapter)