Chapter 396: Trip to Fontainebleau, Sun King’s heliocentric theory, Roland Ball (1w)
After the episode of "Jack the Shark King", the subsequent journey was uneventful and smoothly arrived at the highland town in the southern part of the Paris region of the Kingdom of Roland.
The highland town is called "Oat Valley" and is home to a group of halflings. This race is similar to the Hobbits in "The Lord of the Rings". They are hospitable and generally only half the height of humans.
Oat Valley is the territory of an earl of the Kingdom of Roland. After more than 20 kilometers from the highlands, it reaches the Paris Gia Basin. There is an extremely fertile plain at the bottom of the basin, which can be said to be the origin of the Lorraine Empire.
"It is worthy of being called the 'Kingdom of Irises and Wine'... there are flowers and grapevines all over the mountains and plains." Hillud looked out from the carriage and commented, "It is a completely different atmosphere from the north."
The ancient name of the Northern Territory is "Scandinavia", which means "dark place". The long-term cold winter and polar night have cultivated the lonely, belligerent and highly sensitive character of the people in the Northern Territory, which also has a profound influence on the Northern Territory. laid the foundation for poetry culture.
Yeats thought that the higher the latitude, the easier it is for excellent literature to be produced. This was true for Russia in the previous life, and the same was true for the Viking epics in the Middle Ages.
As for the Kingdom of Roland, it is located in the fertile basin plain and gave birth to the long-standing knight culture and romanticism. The knights of Roland regard flowers, glory, and love as things more noble than life.
Therefore, the belief in the God of Love is very popular in the Kingdom of Roland, and there are temples dedicated to the God of Love in many places. The priests, bards, and temple guards in their sects have the ability to cast the spells of the God of Love, and are best at communicating with the mind, emotions, and Control spells related to the five senses.
Yeats said: "Soon we will see the small town of Fontainebleau outside Paris. The Sun King has sent people to greet us there."
"Have you informed Sun King Louis of your itinerary in advance?" Hilud asked.
Yeats nodded and explained: "After all, I am traveling this time as the Duke of the Golden Lion Kingdom to participate in the Knights Conference of the Kingdom of Roland. According to etiquette, it is necessary to write to King Roland in advance."
The Duke of a country is undoubtedly qualified to be personally received by the monarch of the kingdom.
Hilud nodded clearly and thought to himself, this knights meeting lasted for three months, and the momentum has been going on for more than half a year. Due to the extremely high prestige of the Sun King himself, this duel event is also known as the most important duel event in the past ten years. A grand conference.
Almost all the famous six-ring masters on the mainland have received invitations to this duel conference.
There are no false heroes under the famous name. In this duel competition where even the five-ring heroes are not eligible to participate, whoever can win the championship will be qualified to win the title of "No. 1 in the Mainland"!
Hilud couldn't help but look at Yeats's side face, and saw him staring out the window, with a straight nose and a calm expression, not at all nervous.
If Yeats really becomes the number one in the mainland, will it be my turn to protect him?
Hilud's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly smiled in relief.
The scabbard is ten times more powerful than the sword itself.
All I have to do is to move forward when the sword needs to be unsheathed.
I am...his blade.
Noticing Herod's gaze, Yeats looked back and happened to meet her gaze. For some reason, her eyes were full of tenderness, like a piece of melting ice.
Yeats smiled slightly, subtle and bright under the sunlight shining into the carriage.
Hilud's eyes flickered slightly, her cheeks were quietly filled with crimson, she dragged her cheeks with her hands and looked sideways out of the window.
In autumn, the Luoland Basin is illuminated in a golden color, and the fiery red maple leaves and plump green grapes are as beautiful as an oil painting.
"Roland is the birthplace of gourmet chefs!"
Gray said excitedly:
“This place must have a lot of delicious food!”
Yeats smiled and said: "Yes, I also plan to find an opportunity to visit Roland's Culinary Chefs Guild."
Gray: "I'll accompany you!"
The black cat stood on the gold-embroidered carriage cushion, erecting his upper body elegantly and looking out with his beautiful amber eyes.
at the same time.
Mammon's voice sounded in Yeats's mind.
"The Palace of Fontainebleau, one of the most luxurious palaces on the entire continent." The corners of the black cat's mouth turned up slightly, and a malicious glint flashed in his golden eyes. "I really want to see the human collections inside. ! ”
Yeats's heart tightened and he said: "Don't cause trouble, you can't steal anything from the palace!"
The black cat looked back, rolled his eyes at Yeats, and said:
"Watch your words. You are talking to the noble God of Wealth... Only humans have ever paid tribute to me. How could I do such a despicable act as stealing?"
Yeats muttered: "That's not certain. What if you don't turn off automatic pickup?"
Mammon glared at Yeats and said: "Can the picked-up things be considered stolen..."
Then there were some difficult words such as "I picked it up" and "Greedy things are not stolen".
"Your Excellency Yeats, please stop the carriage for a moment." Perron stood up and said, "I want to go to the temple of Cupid, which is not far from here."
Yeats nodded, greeted the hired halfling coachman, looked at Perun getting out of the car, and said:
"Then don't stay here... If you need anything, come to me in Paris. You should be able to find out where I live."
"I have received so much help from you these days. I really don't know how to thank you." Perun let out a long sigh, showing a serious look, and said seriously, "In the future, if I can be of help Wherever you go, please give me your orders and I won’t say anything about it.”
Perun is an exiled elf prince, so he should know how to get to the elf kingdom.
Yeats thought to himself.
The Elf Kingdom is located deep in the endless forest sea. The forest sea is enchanted. If you take the wrong route, you will be automatically teleported back to the origin of the road and cannot reach the Elf Kingdom.
Only elves born in the elven kingdom will know the accurate route, and only they are qualified to lead outsiders to the elves' hometown.
There is no need to go to the Elf Kingdom yet... but there is an archery inheritance in the Elf Kingdom, which is the key to making the archery breakthrough to the weak god level.
If he follows the God of Light as his template for becoming a god, then archery is also one of the specialties that he must cultivate.
"It's not an option for you to be wandering around all the time...Have you ever thought about going back to the Elf Kingdom?" Yeats asked.
Perun was startled, as if he did not expect that Yeats would suddenly talk about this, and said with a wry smile:
"I would like to go back, but my queen mother will definitely not agree, unless..."
Perun's eyes flashed, and when he spoke, he changed his words: "Unless I can make her calm down, but this cannot be done in a short while. In short, I wish us good luck to each other, Your Excellency the Duke."
Yeats nodded clearly, without asking any questions, and watched Perun disappear at the end of the road and into a forest.
The Elf Kingdom is a matriarchal society. The Elf Queen has lived for thousands of years. She may be a figure of the same era as the Snake Empress. It is very likely that she has now entered the realm of the Holy Realm.
In the game plot, the Elf Kingdom and the Dwarf Kingdom were targeted by the Apostles at the same time. This group of ancient bloodlines born from the "Ancestral Giants" were heretics and were destined to be eradicated.
The war broke out, and many holy realms participated in this holy war. The dwarf and elven kingdoms located in the northern and southern parts of the continent suffered heavy losses without exception.
Yeats concluded that the reason why the apostles attacked these two kingdoms was because they wanted to take something from them.
"There's a sense of urgency... We have to upgrade to the sanctuary level before the war officially breaks out." Yeats thought to himself.
*
Kingdom of Roland, Marne, Fontainebleau.
Located fifty kilometers away from the city center, this town has lush forests, numerous historical sites and beautiful scenery.
The hunting palace is located at the end of the field of view. It is beautiful and decorated with cloud and mist spells, making it look like a fairyland on earth.
When Yeats's carriage arrived, a group of honor guards riding white horses, holding flags and dressed in formal clothes were already waiting here.
What caught the eye was a silver-white dragon eagle. It was huge and graceful, with a wingspan of tens of meters. It was lying on the ground, its sharp claws showing a metallic luster.
Yeats couldn't help but take a few more glances at this dragon eagle... The feathers of ordinary dragon eagles are usually brown-gray, and there is very little dragon blood in their blood.
Only those with the blood of a silver dragon can mutate into this silver-white dragon eagle, and have the blood of a king-level monster from birth, and be named the "Dragon Eagle King".
The dragon eagle in front of him already possesses the strength of the peak emperor level. It is majestic and very rare.
"Please don't come near Silver Gray, Your Excellency the Duke."
A cool and elegant voice came from the top of Dragon Eagle.
On Dragon Eagle's broad shoulders, sat a female knight wearing silver armor, wearing a falcon-like silver helmet, her silver scales sparkling, and the blue robe behind her was billowing in the wind.
She raised the window of her eagle helmet, revealing a pair of violet eyes, staring at Yeats calmly, then lowered her head and said in a respectful tone:
"The name of this dragon eagle is Yin Hui. It is easy to be accidentally injured by strangers approaching it."
"But it seems very close to me."
Yeats stretched out his hand, and the [animal telepathy] gift given by Artemis, the goddess of hunting, formed a soft halo in his palm.
This talent is regarded as a miracle by druids. As long as you rely on animal telepathy, you can communicate with most of the beasts in the world and gain their favor!
The moment Yeats touched Dragon Eagle King 'Yin Hui', Yin Hui's eyes suddenly became clear. He slowly lowered his head and gently rubbed Yeats' palm.
The female knight in silver armor opened her eyes slightly, a little unbelievable.
She knew very well about Yin Hui's temper, and it was beyond her expectation that he would be so intimate with a stranger he met for the first time.
The female knight came back to her senses belatedly, her eyes became more respectful, and she cleared her throat:
"My name is Violet, and I am the leader of the Roland Dragon Eagle Knights. On the order of my king, I came here to greet you."
The Knights of the Dragon Eagle have a special status in the Kingdom of Roland. They directly take orders from the 'Sun King' Louis, and their knights enjoy the privilege of not having to salute when they see nobles.
Yeats examined the silver armor on Violet's body... This kind of armor made of "silver steel" is decorated with complex protective runes. It is of extremely high quality. One piece can buy a baron's territory and can withstand The five-ringed hero's full blow.
"The Dragon Eagle Knights have been famous for a long time."
Yeats nodded and said politely: "Excuse me, please lead the way. I want to meet His Majesty the Sun King Louis."
"Of course, this is my honor." Violet said, "His Majesty has specially ordered you to take you to the Palace of Fontainebleau first, and he will wait for you at the Mithril Castle on the Silver Hill."
"Mithril Castle?"
"There it is, northwest, at the top of the white rock plateau, the castle in the sea of clouds."
"A marvelous building, as spectacular as the Temple of the Sun."
"The castle was designed by His Majesty himself, and he will be very happy to hear your praise... Please come with me, Your Excellency."
With permission, Violet asked the Dragon Eagle King to use the group flight technique on Yeats, Gray, and Hilde. She immediately controlled the Dragon Eagle King to vibrate its wings and led the three to the Palace of Fontainebleau.
Viewed from a high altitude, the honor guard below was lined up for dozens of miles, and trumpets and military drums played enthusiastic marching music. The scene was so grand that Yeats couldn't help but look at it with suspicion.
"His Majesty also composed these pieces of music himself. His Majesty also specially told me that I hope you can make some valuable suggestions on the music." Violet sent a message.
Louis was a versatile English master who dabbled in literature, painting, music, architecture, and clothing.
Under his vigorous promotion, romanticism became more popular in the Kingdom of Roland.
"Skills have specializations, and with the Sun King's level, I don't think I need to give any more advice."
"I will tell your Majesty... Here you go, Your Majesty the Duke, please have a rest in the palace and then come with me to see Your Majesty."
Fontainebleau, palace.
The grass is lush, the spring water is gurgling, and a beautiful building is like a pearl in the center of the lawn. The interior is decorated with oil paintings, plaster sculptures, tapestries, and the corridor is magnificent.
Expensive woods such as walnut and laurel are used in the hall. The magic flame in the fireplace can automatically adjust according to the room temperature. The air is filled with refreshing herbal incense.
Mammen seemed to be very suitable for this luxurious environment. She nestled comfortably on the sofa and squinted her eyes:
"Yes, although it is not as good as the original city without return, but as a building in the human world, it is already worthy of praise."
Hilud glanced out the window and said, "That Dragon Eagle Knight is still waiting outside the palace...is he the Sun King's spy?"
"I think so...probably Louis specially sent us to keep an eye on our movements. We can't let Master Sixth Ring act freely in the city." Yeats said, "Don't worry, you guys wait here while I go to meet the Sun King alone. ”
He has no conflict of interest with the Sun King. Although Roland and the Golden Lion have gone through a hundred years of war, they have concluded a business contract after Theresa ascended the throne. Currently, it is a rare period of peace between the two countries.
During Yeats's visit, he also shouldered the responsibility of a diplomatic ambassador and had the task of expressing goodwill to the Sun King.
After all, from Theresa's point of view, it is really not the right time to start a war with Roland. If peace can be maintained, everyone will naturally be happy.
If Yeats can win the duel competition, the prestige of the Golden Lion Kingdom will be even greater!
Gray nodded, imitating Yeats's tone, and said deeply:
"That's it for now...let's eat first!"
Not long after, a maid pushed a silver dining cart and brought teapots, fruits, and desserts. The green grapes with a strong magical smell are stained with dew, the soufflé sprinkled with sugar is garnished with a cherry, and the porcelain originating from the Far East is exclusively for the royal family and is worth thousands of gold.
After enjoying afternoon tea, Yeats meditated for a moment to eliminate the fatigue of the journey, and then walked out of the hall.
Outside the palace, Violet, a female knight in silver armor, was holding a silver steel spear and was watching the Dragon Eagle King who was lying on the ground and was distracted.
Seeing the palace door open, Violet paused for a moment, then opened her mask and said respectfully:
"Are you going to see His Majesty? Your Excellency, Duke?"
Yeats nodded: "Lead the way."
"Please also take Silver Gray... There is a barrier in the airspace near Mithril Castle, and Silver Gray can lead us through safely."
The wind was strong and biting. The Dragon Eagle King vibrated its wings and stirred up strong airflow, carrying Yeats and Violet high into the sky. As he rushed into the air, Yeats felt a strange flash of silver light, and then Violet's voice came to his ears.
"We have passed the barrier! There is Mithril Castle!"
The magnificent castle is entirely made of silver steel. It is impregnable and exudes an astonishing magical aura. It is difficult to imagine how many magical artifacts are collected and how many arcane runes are drawn in it.
Violet led Yeats through a luxurious corridor and arrived at a grand hall paved with red carpets.
There are oil paintings hanging in the hall, and magnificent art masterpieces are painted on the dome. A blond man wearing a blue and white robe, white stockings, and leg rings is stopping to look at the oil paintings.
It is said that during the Renaissance, it was very common for men to wear stockings and high heels, but Yeats still found it strange and couldn't help but take a second look at the white stockings.
Don't tell me, the Sun King's legs are quite thin!
"Your Majesty!" The female knight in silver armor knelt down on one knee and said respectfully, "The Duke of Honeysuckle, Yeats Brondi is here to visit!"
The Sun King turned around, revealing a handsome face with curly blond hair and delicate features.
Yeats was surprised to find that he was unexpectedly young, only in his early twenties, but he exuded a powerful aura at the peak of the sixth ring!
Relying on the divination given by several gods, he was promoted to the sixth ring before the age of twenty. But Louis also achieved the sixth ring at such a young age?
Not a buddy, you also opened it?
Yeats examines Lewis at the same time.
There was a flash of surprise in Louis' eyes, and he was also examining Yeats.
It was said that Duke Honeysuckle was young, but it was not until he met in person that Louis confirmed the authenticity of the rumors.
Louis could not judge how much fiction there was in the stories passed down by the bards.
But even if only half of it is true, the man in front of him is one of the most famous heroes on the continent today!
His reputation is even as good as his own.
Moreover, at a young age, he became the chosen one by many gods and reached the pinnacle of the sixth ring!
Louis squinted his eyes, looked at Yeats's handsome face, and thought to himself.
Sure enough, he also has destiny!
"The Lionheart King promoted him vigorously and left it to Theresa's team..." Louis chuckled in his heart, "Huh, the old lion was not confused before he died!"
There was an odd silence.
Violet was stunned and didn't understand why the two fell into a stalemate as soon as they met.
Until the two of them laughed in unison.
“I’ve heard about the name Honeysuckle Duke for a long time!”
"The Sun King is wise and mighty, and he truly lives up to his reputation when I see him today!"
The two seemed to hit it off and shook hands cordially. This scene made Violet even more confused.
His Majesty the Sun King is the most arrogant human being I have ever seen, and he indeed has the confidence to be arrogant.
He never had room for anything else except himself.
But today, His Majesty actually changed his temper and started chatting with Duke Honeysuckle?
"In order to welcome His Excellency the Duke, I have specially prepared a dance. Are you interested?" the Sun King said with a smile. "I appreciate your Majesty's kindness, but the journey is far away and I still have to prepare for the duel competition. I hope your Majesty will forgive you." Yeats declined politely.
The Sun King took Yeats's hand and said:
"How can this ball not be appreciated by the artistic god? I have specially prepared a collection, I hope you will appreciate it!"
Yeats remained calm, let go of the Sun King's hand, and said:
"May I ask Your Majesty, what collection?"
"A diamond."
Sun King Louis’ eyes sparkled.
"A diamond that shines brighter than the stars!"
Yeats was slightly surprised. There were many diamonds in the original work. For example, there were three rare diamonds among the elves, which clearly corresponded to the power of the sky, ocean and earth.
But Yeats could not confirm which diamond Louis the Sun King mentioned, and his curiosity arose for a moment.
"Say yes, Yeats."
Mammon's feeling echoed in my heart: "If my prediction is right, this diamond should be an unexpected surprise!"
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"What unexpected surprise?" Yeats asked.
"It has something to do with the demonic ritual weapon!"
Yeats was stunned, and just as he was about to ask, Mammon fell into silence.
Seeing Yeats's hesitation, Louis invited again: "I have also invited other contestants to participate in the duel. Participating in this dance will be a good opportunity for you to communicate with each other. Please don't refuse."
Yeats weighed it for a moment, nodded and said: "Thank you for your invitation, I will participate in this dance!"
The handsome blond monarch showed a satisfied smile, then gave the Dragon Eagle Knight Violet a sideways glance and ordered:
"Stay back first, Violet. I still have something to discuss with Duke Honeysuckle alone."
"Yes!"
Violet retreated, leaving only Yeats and Louis in the open hall. The sunlight passes through the glass skylight and reflects the ceiling murals, which are elegant and brilliant, full of artistic beauty.
Louis raised his chin, stared at the ceiling mural, with an eagle-like arrogance in his eyes, and slowly said:
"Now it's just you and me, Your Excellency the Duke. I think only you are qualified to listen to what I have to say..."
"At first, I was very surprised as to why you were the chosen one by the God of Art, but the Goddess of Art did not favor me."
Louis looked directly at Yeats with an interrogating pressure in his eyes.
"As you can see, I put a lot of effort into my art, but the muse never smiled on me!"
Yeats said nothing, quietly acting as a listener, listening to Lewis's story.
Louis lowered his eyes, shook his head slightly, and said with a dumb smile:
"Later, I realized...this is because it is not the light that favors me, but...the sun."
He waved his hand, as if he had touched some mechanism in the castle. A heavy roar sounded, and there was a shaking like the earth was shaking beneath his feet.
Rumble——
The brass gears of the dome rotated, and the huge heavenly murals opened to both sides. The bright sunlight came directly in and fell on Louis, reflecting him as if he were a saint, and his body was filled with the aura of divinity.
"The pharaohs of the southern continent all call themselves descendants of the sun god. They built pyramids as their tombs in order to bring their souls closer to the sun."
Lewis sneered, his eyes full of ridicule and disdain.
"If you ask me, that's just a mediocre act! The sun god has fallen, just like the dead god of light! Now, what hangs above our heads is not a so-called miracle, but a simple [ Celestial body]!”
"Celestial bodies?" Yeats was surprised. He didn't expect to hear such views in this world with strong religious beliefs.
"Yes, the sun is just a celestial body, and in the process of observing the sun's trajectory, I discovered an even more shocking fact -"
Louis waved his hand, and the floor of the hall opened to both sides, and a huge golden sundial slowly rose through the mechanical platform.
Under the rays of the sun, this golden sundial rotates slowly, leaving behind a string of dense and obscure symbols in the shadow.
Louis stared at the golden sundial, like a fanatical believer who saw the truth, his eyes flashed with burning light, and he said in a deep voice:
"It is not like those missionaries said, the sun is a miracle created by the gods... it is just a celestial body located outside the World Tree."
"It is the earth we live in that revolves around the sun, not the sun that revolves around us!"
Louis looked at Yeats, looking at this young man who was also an idealist, with a desire for recognition in his tone, and said expectantly:
"So, can you understand?"
Yeats's eyes widened and he swallowed hard.
Let me make a heliocentric statement!
Does this theory also work in the wizarding world?
Yeats did not dare to confirm, but the feudal monarch was actually an astronomer and even advocated the heliocentric theory, which really shocked Yeats!
"I... can probably understand." Yeats nodded, his tone unconsciously filled with respect, and said, "Your heliocentric theory, in my opinion, has full merit!"
Louis was stunned on the spot as if he was struck by lightning, a light suddenly shot out from the depths of his eyes, and he laughed:
"Heliocentric theory... Yes... Heliocentric theory!! Haha, you are worthy of being the God of Art! What I want to talk about is exactly this theory!"
Soon, as if he knew he had lost his composure, he took a deep breath and said:
"Perhaps, before the death of the sun god, the sun was alive and had its own patron saint... But now, the sun is just a deserted land."
Louis raised his eyes, his heroic spirit was like substance, his side face was full of arrogance and nobility like a cloud, he stretched out his slender fingers and slowly clenched them.
"The reason why I call myself the Sun King is to warn myself that one day, I will get that celestial body!"
I don’t want to be a descendant of the sun... Louis’ eyes were proud, and he exhaled slowly, but after all, he did not express the words in his heart... I want to become the god of the blazing sun!
Yeats' expression remained as usual, and he frowned inwardly.
Lewis was too arrogant and even a little conceited, which made Yeats feel a little inconsistent.
Could it be that he really has some inheritance from the Sun God that gives him the confidence to speak out like this?
Or was he influenced by some external force that made him appear so confident?
"I don't want the second person to know about today's words."
Louis turned his back to Yeats, looked up at the sunshine above the sky, and said:
"You are the God of Art and deserve my respect, that's why I tell you this..."
"So far, your ideas have not become corrupt." Louis looked back at Yeats, with gentle eyebrows and a smile, "It deserves praise."
The Sun King has wavy blond hair and a smile like a beauty in an oil painting, even more beautiful than a woman.
But this gentle tone made Yeats feel a little weird.
This guy...can't be male ketone, right?
In any case, King Roland must have cheated to reach the peak of the sixth ring at the age of more than 20 years old.
Judging from the follow-up plot, Louis also quickly entered the sanctuary, preventing the empire from invading Roland's territory, and he was a hegemon-level figure on the continent.
"Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty." Yeats said humbly, "I have to go back to prepare for the ball, so I will take my leave first."
The fanaticism in Louis' eyes had long since dissipated, and he had returned to a graceful young emperor. He nodded gracefully and said:
"You go back...I still want to stay here and observe the sundial again...Tonight's collection will definitely be an eye-opener for you!"
"I'm very much looking forward to it."
Saying goodbye to King Roland, Yeats left the hall, looked back at the back of Louis in the hall, and said to himself:
‘I didn’t expect that this castle was specially used by Louis to observe the sun. Judging from this... he would also know something about other celestial bodies. ’
Besides the moon and the sun, Venus, the morning star, should be the existence with the highest status. The lofty "Taibai Venus" in Eastern mythology corresponds to Venus.
In this world, the ruler of Venus was once the morning star ‘Lucifer’. After being expelled from heaven, his original name of angel was also taken away. After falling into hell, he took a new name.
Yeats was thoughtful, and quietly made an inference in his heart. He could not confirm it for a while, and murmured to himself:
"Just look at the collection at tonight's dance, what is the origin of that diamond..."
*
Night falls.
The splendid Fontainebleau Palace emits warm light.
The evening breeze was lingering, and the well-dressed nobles took their well-dressed female companions on their arms and walked into the mansion with smooth marble floors. Crystal chandeliers, champagne and glasses intertwined to create a dreamy scene.
The Kingdom of Roland, as the country that pays the most attention to clothing culture, has surpassed the aesthetics of the Renaissance to the more luxurious and cumbersome Baroque style:
Ornate buttons, wrapped ribbons and bows were popular among men, while new fashions such as perfume, high heels and lace gloves were popular among women.
Considering that a demonic ritual weapon may appear tonight, it is destined to be an uneventful night.
Instead of letting Gray go with Herod, Yeats put on a gold ring and let Mammon hide in it.
"You didn't want to let Gray and the others go with you because you wanted that female knight to be your companion, right?" Before leaving, he said with his teeth.
Faced with the two sharp glances, Yeats decisively deflected the conflict and directed his anger at Drill Tooth.
"Drilling teeth, why are you so imaginative!"
Just as Diamond Tooth said, King Roland's spy, Dragonhawk Knight Violet, attended the ball with Yeats as Yeats's female companion.
If she is not allowed to accompany him, it will arouse Lewis's suspicion, and there is no need to test his bottom line.
Standing in the night was a female knight with violet eyes, black hair, tall figure, a diamond necklace hanging around her neck, and wearing a sea blue dance skirt.
"She still looks pretty after taking off her armor." Yeats said with emotion.
"You are too generous. It is my duty to ensure the safety of your trip." Violet said seriously.
"Master Sixth Ring also needs protection?" Yeats joked, "It's not because His Majesty asked you to keep an eye on him, so he never leaves, right?"
Violet couldn't answer for a while, her cheeks were red and difficult to detect in the night.
"Let's go, we need to hold hands on the red carpet. I remember, this is the etiquette of you Roland people?"
Violet nodded slightly, took Yeats' arm, and entered the ball mansion with him.
While she was watching, Yeats was also thinking of ways to pry information out of her mouth, and said calmly:
"King Roland... is an interesting person."
"Your Majesty...interesting?" Violet's eyes flashed slightly, feeling incredulous. She had heard many comments about His Majesty: arrogant, noble, and talented, but no one commented that he was interesting!
"Not many people can get his approval, but if he opens his heart, he will be very talkative."
Yeats inadvertently revealed that he had a close relationship with King Roland and saw an unknown side of him.
Violet was not good at words. She thought about the words and said softly:
"You... seem to have hit it off with him, Your Excellency the Duke."
"Maybe it's because we are similar in some aspects." Yeats laughed.
Violet was silent, thinking that His Majesty is very fond of art, and Duke Honeysuckle is the perfect choice for art! It makes perfect sense that these two people have similar interests!
Thinking of this, Violet also relaxed her guard against Yeats... Even His Majesty regarded him as a friend, which shows that this God's Chosen One does have many merits!
Under Yeats's insinuation, Violet couldn't help but reveal King Roland's past and sighed:
"Your Majesty, when he was four years old, he witnessed a bloody palace battle and was forced to flee. Later, he got rid of his uncle who was the regent and took power in his hands..."
"Your Majesty, he has the habit of having nightmares and suffers from insomnia all year round. Recently, he has become more and more withdrawn, often shutting himself up in the castle... Since you can get him to open up, please communicate with him more. This will be good for the Kingdom of Roland and its people. It is also a lucky thing..."
"The Master of Six Rings also suffers from insomnia and nightmares?" Yeats deliberately asked a question full of loopholes.
"Dreams are manifestations of the soul. They are stained with the blood of loved ones. Isn't it common for nightmares to appear?" Violet asked in return.
The two people looked at each other, looking into those deep eyes, Violet suddenly realized that she had made a mistake, and a strong feeling of fear and uneasiness surged into her heart.
Oops!
Obviously you shouldn't talk so much to a foreigner!
Violet's heart was filled with regret... She was obviously sent to find out information about Duke Honeysuckle, but she actually told so many things about His Majesty!
If His Majesty knew about this, wouldn't it be... Violet bit her lower lip tightly, not daring to look into Yeats's eyes again, feeling complicated.
As a trickster, Yeats used the "Thousand Eyes of Illusion" to use "suggestion" in order to gather information, which could make Violet relax her mental alert, so she revealed the key information.
Insomnia, nightmares?
Yeats thought to himself, such a sunny and cheerful young hero actually has a side that no one knows about!
"It's incredible, I'm a very forgetful person."
Yeats said that he would not reveal the matter, changed the subject lightly, and inspected the ball:
"King Roland said that there are several other contestants at this dance. Could you please help introduce them?"
Violet heard the implication, breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said:
"Of course, it's my pleasure."
Among the crowd, a tall figure wearing black armor, white hair, a black eye patch, and a sword sheath on his shoulder stood out.
Yeats was stunned, thinking he saw Miss 2B from "NieR: Automata".
Noticing Yeats's eyes, Violet introduced:
"That's Countess Galina, a Sixth Ring Master from Roland, a palace-level adventurer. It's said that her ancestors fought with Joan of Arc back then. After she returned home, she received the territory given by King Roland, and her title continues to this day. ”
Joan of Arc, the Rolandic translation of "Jeanne d'Arc" in the Golden Lion language, is a national hero of Roland. During the Hundred Years' War between Roland and the Golden Lion, she defeated the Golden Lion army, recovered a large amount of lost territory, and escorted Roland at the time. The king went to Reims Cathedral to be crowned king.
Later, Joan of Arc was captured in a battle. The hated Golden Lion people spent a lot of money to buy her and executed her in the Golden Lion Inquisition.
Descendants of the knight Joan of Arc?
Yeats asked: "Why can she wear armor?"
Wearing murderous armor at the ball, it is easy to arouse fear. Almost all the guests will take a detour when they meet Galina.
"Countess Galina didn't like dance skirts and she came first in a hunt, so His Majesty personally gave her the privilege of wearing armor at the ball." The female knight explained.
At this time, the music in the ball suddenly changed, a waltz sounded, and men and women danced on the dance floor.
The silver-haired Galina, who looked exactly like 2B, walked to the dining table alone with a scabbard on her back, tore off a roasted suckling pig's knuckle and tasted it slowly.
Yeats: "..."
He is a master on par with Gray!
"His Majesty has summoned you to come with me, Duke Yeats. What do you think?" Violet asked.
Yeats nodded and said: "Let me go with you to see His Majesty the Sun King."
Arriving at the second floor of the mansion, in a luxuriously decorated hall, Louis frowned and was drinking champagne alone.
Noticing Yeats' figure, Louis' brows relaxed slightly and said softly:
"I'm sorry...Your Excellency Duke Honeysuckle...I promised you before that I would ask you to taste the collection, but I'm afraid I have to break my promise."
Sensing the frustration in Lewis's words, Yeats said: "What happened?"
Lewis sighed softly, walked to the corner of the hall, and lifted the black cloth covering the glass cabinet.
"As you can see..."
The multi-angle magic light in the glass cabinet hits the red velvet cushion, but the center of the cushion is empty except for a piece of paper.
Yeats opened his eyes slightly, and an unpleasant premonition came to his heart.
"The star diamond I originally planned to invite you to admire has disappeared..."
A sharp edge flashed in Lewis's eyes, and he said coldly:
"When I find that person, I will cut him into pieces!"
Yeats said: "So, what is written on the note?"
Louis said: "There are no words, only the mark of the Thieves Guild!"
"Yeats...that's not good..."
Mammen's deep tone suddenly sounded.
"The stolen diamond... is a gift from the arrogant god!"
(End of chapter)