Chapter 398: Fishing and law enforcement, Sun King’s life experience, Black Rose’s true identity, Nightmare (1W)
Violet left happily.
The Dragon Eagle King was waiting on the open lawn of the manor. He looked at the owner who was coming towards him and tilted his head slightly, looking a little curious.
Violet, the leader of the Dragon Eagle Knights, was usually stern, but it was rare for Dragon Eagle King ‘Silver Gray’ to see her show off her face.
"As expected of the famous Honeysuckle Duke in mainland China, he gave me very valuable advice."
Violet smiled, her violet eyes full of joy, gently rubbed the silver-white back of Dragon Eagle King, and said:
"Let's go, Yin Hui... When everything is done, we will thank Lord Yeats again!"
The Dragon Eagle King raised his head and let out a long roar like a dragon's roar, carrying the knight in shining armor and fluttering his wings. He cast a flying shadow on the fountain, Baroque building and spire bell tower in the mansion garden, and gradually disappeared into the vast sea of clouds.
In the living room facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, Yeats sat on the sofa, staring quietly out the window, watching the disappearing figure of the Dragon Eagle King, and the sound of Mamen rang in his ears.
"Are you really going to let that girl investigate Ms. Black Rose?"
A black cat as dark as night quietly appeared in the empty sofa. It opened its bright golden eyes and stared at Yeats quietly, then said:
"She looks very innocent and is no match for Ms. Black Rose."
Yeats is 90% sure that the "Morning Star" diamond, which contains the power of arrogance, was stolen by the leader of the Thieves Guild, the "Lady Black Rose".
Because only the thief's artifact "Skull Key" in her hand can quietly open the enchantment on the diamond collection cabinet.
And the reason why she left the note with the Thieves Guild's mark was because she deliberately lured King Roland to track down her whereabouts.
Thinking about it this way, Ms. Black Rose is bound to have a back-up plan, and the investigators sent by King Roland are destined to fail.
But... Yeats thought... As a foreign envoy from afar, Ms. Black Rose would not have thought that King Roland and I would hit it off, let alone that I would intervene in this case.
As long as she focuses on dealing with the Roland royal family, she will give me an opportunity!
Yeats stirred the black tea in the cup, looked at the clear blue sky outside the glass window, and said:
"Violet is just a cover for acting openly. I really have the means to deal with Ms. Black Rose in the dark."
"What method?" Black Cat's curiosity was aroused, and his eyes lit up slightly.
Yeats sipped the black tea and said: "Since the Thieves Guild is of the same lineage as the Dark Night Sect, if you want to dig out the true identity of Ms. Black Rose, of course you must use the energy of the Dark Night Sect."
"You have a path to the Dark Night Sect?" Mammon asked in surprise, "But aren't you the Chosen One of the Moonlight God?"
The Dark Night Sect and the Moonlight Sect have been opposed to each other since ancient times. The believers are quite hostile to each other, and the doctrines strictly prohibit the two sects from interacting with each other.
There was once a female priest of the Dark Night Sect who accidentally met a male knight of the Moonlight Sect while exploring the dungeon. The two shared weal and woe and made a private life-long commitment. However, the incident was revealed and both were executed by the sect!
As the Moonlight Divine Chosen, he was supposed to have no contact with the Dark Night Sect. Mammon didn't understand why Yeats suddenly mentioned asking the Dark Night Sect for help?
Yeats said: "Huh? Didn't I tell you? I am still the chosen one by the Dark Night God."
Mammen was stunned on the sofa, her expression was dull, her pupils were dilated, and she was as still as a sculpture.
Buzz——
Her mind was in chaos. Mammen stared at Yeats in disbelief for three seconds. Then she suddenly exploded and jumped up from the sofa, exclaiming:
"How is this possible?! You are both the God of Art and the God of Moonlight! How can you still be the God of Darkness! You must be kidding me!!"
Regarding Mammon's shocking reaction, Yeats was very calm and explained:
"You just recently joined the team, so you can understand even if you don't know my past. In short, this is a long story. You only need to know that I have been favored by the goddess of the night and the goddess of moonlight at the same time. I am the favor of these two goddesses. Just choose together.”
The Moonlight Goddess and the Night Goddess were chosen together. This matter was also recorded in the old era.
However, in the Atrium Continent, it is almost impossible for humans to do it! Those two conflicting divinities will blow the body to pieces, causing a miserable death!
The black cat hissed and looked Yeats up and down, as if to determine whether he was a human or an undead.
Yeats glanced at Mammon, a purple shadow flame ignited in his left palm, and a bright moonfire rose in his right palm. Two completely opposite divinities reached a delicate balance in Yeats. This scene made the demon black cat's eyes widen in shock!
My Satan! I have never seen such a magical human being!
Wouldn't the Night Goddess and the Moonlight Goddess fight over him? ! My divine choice is actually willing to share it with others! What's more, he is the God's Choice for several companies!
Finally, Mammon's consciousness accepted the reality, held her head with two paws, and meowed.
"Ah... I really don't understand... what on earth have you done!"
"Why... so many goddesses were chosen together? It's a miracle that you didn't die!"
"It's nothing to make a fuss about." Yeats said, "I am where I am today thanks to my own unremitting efforts and extraordinary talent!"
He chewed melon seeds through his teeth and joked: "A talent for eating soft rice?"
Yeats stood up, walked to Zuan Ya, stretched out his finger, and his brain collapsed.
Snap!
Zhuan Yagu rolled around twice, fell onto the sofa, held his head and said, "Oh...it hurts!"
Yeats nodded with satisfaction.
When dealing with fire squirrels, classical mechanics still works!
Mammon had calmed down and looked deeply at Yeats, her inner thoughts quietly changing.
Previously, it volunteered to become Yeats's familiar, but it actually wanted to seize the opportunity to seduce him into becoming a slave.
However, seeing all the miracles on his body, Mammon couldn't help but become curious and wanted to follow him to see how amazingly this human being could grow!
Of course, there is also the most crucial point...the food this guy makes is really delicious!
"You are the Chosen One of the Dark Night Gods. No wonder you can instruct the Dark Night Sect to investigate the Thieves Guild." Mammon said calmly, "But how do you contact them? Should you rely on your sect's Shadow Flame Ceremony, or go there in person?" ”
"The Dark Night Sect's base is in the Kingdom of Roland. The informants have been taken away. I plan to go to the sect's temple in person." Yeats replied.
As the Chosen One of the Dark Night, Yeats's hiding ability is one of the best on the entire continent. Only the "Assassins" from the Assassin's League who are good at concealment can rival him.
Relying on the divinity of the dark night to hide his whereabouts, no one would notice him when he left the mansion.
Later, Yeats used the Shadow Flame Ceremony and the purple flame burning in the brazier to leave the news to the high priest Margotha in the Temple of Darkness that he would meet her at night.
About ten minutes later, Margotha's response came, saying that she would be ready for everything.
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"Are you prepared for everything, including underwear?"
In the bedroom, incense was wafting, and Chloe looked a little speechless as she looked at the high priest Margotha who was standing in front of the mirror, trying to put on her bra and outline the curves of the ravine.
"This is called ambition!" Margotha stretched her hands behind her back and greeted, "Quickly, help me pull the zipper at the back!"
Chloe, who was wearing a veil, had no choice but to step forward to help and hesitated: "High Priest, tell me... what are the plans for the God's Chosen Master to come this time?"
Margotha was fully dressed, stood in front of the floor-length mirror, rolled up her wavy hair, and nodded with satisfaction. A purple long skirt, stockings and high-heeled boots, the latest fashion in the Kingdom of Roland, accentuate Margotha's body to show the charm of a mature woman.
Hearing Chloe's question, Margotha looked back and smiled softly, saying:
"The Lord Chosen can directly talk to the goddess of the night, so how can you and I guess his will?"
"But..." Margotha's eyes flashed slightly as she speculated, "More than a month ago, the Honeysuckle Duke of the Golden Lion Kingdom, Yeats Berlandi, became the Moonlight Divine Chosen, which was very detrimental to our sect..."
"I think the plan of Lord Chosen Lord of the Dark Night's visit should be related to this Honeysuckle Duke." Margotha said calmly.
Chloe nodded and said: "I have heard of the name of Duke Honeysuckle. He has received the inheritance of Moon River. In addition to the Moonlight Divine Chosen, he is also the Art Divine Chosen... It is incredible."
Margotha smiled coldly: "The more outstanding the Moonlight Divine Chosen is, the more disadvantageous it will be to us. Fortunately, Lord Sherlock is also a genius not seen in a thousand years, otherwise he would not be recognized by the Night Tower..."
"The feud between our sect and the Moonlight Sect has been going on for a long time, and in these troubled times, the Divine Chosen appears——"
"It is destined that a war will break out between the two divine choices!"
Margotha's eyes were deep and she said in a deep voice: "What we have to do is to provide support to the Chosen Lord of the Dark Night God as much as possible before this war comes!"
Chloe's eyes shone with admiration, she lowered her head deeply and said, "Yes!"
Night falls.
Deep in the dead swamp, the cries of crows echoed, and the mist of an inaccessible lake surged.
A shadow crow flapped its wings and flew directly to the lake. Passing through a narrow gap at the bottom of the lake, the field of vision suddenly opened up. A dark night temple made of obsidian stood in the barrier.
The shadow crow flew into the barrier, entered the temple hall, perched on the ground, and transformed into a black-haired boy wearing a black robe and a fox mask.
Legend has it that the goddess of the night loves foxes, while the goddess of moonlight loves rabbits. These two animals have become one of the symbols of the two goddesses.
The high priests of the night, Margotha and Chloe, had been waiting here for a long time. They both lowered their heads and said respectfully:
"See the Lord Chosen by the Dark Night God!"
Yeats nodded slightly, without taking off his mask, but revealed the divinity of the night that was enough to prove his identity.
The deep purple divinity is like substance, filling the realm of creation, as if it makes the air thicker. The cold breath induces despair, but it makes Margotha's eyes reveal a look of excitement.
Not seen for many days, Lord Chosen’s control over the divinity of the dark night has been greatly improved!
This kind of precise control of divinity just shows that the chosen master has completely controlled this violent divinity, and there will no longer be the risk of falling into madness!
"Congratulations, Lord Chosen, your strength has increased again!" Margotha said respectfully.
The divinity of the Dark Night is extremely dangerous and caused great trouble to Yeats. He once suppressed his soul realm and could only use the spells of the Dark Night School.
Until now, Yeats has not been able to make the divinity of the dark night surrender. Instead, he has relied on roundabout means and used the divinity of moonlight to check and balance it, thus making the divinity of the dark night obedient.
In Margotha's eyes, Yeats seemed increasingly enigmatic.
Yeats thought about this in an instant, and said hoarsely in a low tone:
"I came to the sect this time to have two tasks that I want to give you."
Margotha raised her charming eyes, her eyes were blurred, and she gently turned the tip of her tongue at the corner of her lips:
"My Lord Chosen, just ask! I will do anything for you and the sect!"
"There is no need to say such heavy words as 'I am willing to do anything'."
Yeats said calmly: "First of all, I want you to find out the whereabouts of [Hydra]."
Faced with Lord Chosen's indifferent posture, Margotha pursed her lips and thought that all her clothes were ready. Then her eyes moved slightly and she asked:
"May I ask Lord Chosen God...why are you suddenly looking for this legendary monster?"
"You don't have to worry about this."
"As you command." Margotha's thoughts were like lightning.
Poison is the specialty of our faction. The Dark Night God Chosen may want to use the venom of Hydra to make poison in order to prepare for the battle!
Yeats said: "After learning the news about Hydra, there is no need to take action rashly. Tell me the information and I will deal with it myself."
"Besides...another thing." Yeats paused for a moment and said, "I want you to contact the 'Ms. Black Rose' of the Thieves Guild as the high priest of the Dark Night Sect, and say that the Chosen of the Dark Night wants to Meet her in person ”
Margotha was slightly startled and confirmed: "Ms. Black Rose?"
Yeats nodded and said: "As far as I know, the Thieves Guild and the Dark Night Sect have also cooperated in recent years. You should have met her?"
"Yes, although the Thieves Guild split from the sect, it has mutual benefits with our sect in terms of business, so the two sects have close contacts." Margotha said calmly, "It's just...even if it's me, I have never seen her appearance before. When signing the contract, she appeared through illusion and never showed her true face.”
"So, Ms. Black Rose is a master of illusion?" Yeats asked.
"Hmm... According to my inference, her illusion skills should be at the level of a master." Margotha said cautiously, "Can I ask why you want to see her?"
Yeats was silent for a long time, and this serious atmosphere made Margotha a little uneasy. It was not until he spoke that she relaxed.
"I want to negotiate a deal with Ms. Black Rose." Yeats said, "Just say that I have the [Nightingale Mask] left by the demigod thief Nightingale, and I plan to take action. I will only allow her to negotiate in person."
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Margotha's eyes widened with surprise.
The Nightingale Mask is a treasure as famous as the [Skull Key]. It is said that the demigod Nightingale officially relied on this mask to deceive the guards of the Night Tower and steal the artifact!
There is no reason why Ms. Black Rose should not be tempted by the treasure left by the founder of the Thieves Guild!
When it came to such a secret history, Margotha did not dare to ask any more questions and lowered her head and said:
"I will use the news channel to try to contact the personnel of the Thieves Guild and convey your intention to meet with her in person!"
"The time and place will be discussed separately after she replies." Yeats nodded and said, "I have important matters and it is inconvenient to stay here... Once you get the news, use the Shadow Flame Ceremony to leave me a message as soon as possible. I will arrive as soon as possible. ! ”
"Yes!"
Yeats melted into the shadow and disappeared into the dark night temple.
Returning to the palace along the same route, Mammon joked: "You are trying to fish under the guise!"
"It just depends on whether we can catch a big fish."
Yeats smiled slightly and said to himself:
"Is she a master of illusion...I happen to have some knowledge of illusion. It depends on whether I can see through her illusion!"
Listening to this, Mammon felt a little weird and said softly:
"I suddenly had a guess."
"What?"
"You won't...are you still the chosen one by the Illusion Goddess?"
"How is that possible?" Yeats lied.
Mammen breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking about it, he thought so, but he was overthinking it. No matter how many ways Yeats had, he couldn't possibly eat so much at the same time!
Yeats looked to the sky.
Well... Mammon seems to really believe it!
"However, before casting illusions, it is necessary to pray to the god of illusions."
Prayer is a required course for mages.
Mages who use magic nets to cast spells will also show respect and pray to the goddess of magic before invoking the magic power of the magic nets.
——It feels like praying for a smooth signal before going online.
Some mages who use the power of elements to cast spells change the prayer step to contact with nature.
Priests need to perform daily prayers every day to gain the ability to cast magical spells.
Mammon did not suspect that there was anything wrong with Yeats's prayer process, and muttered:
"You are a decent magician. You even know the prayers of the goddess of illusion..."
"I don't know the prayer of the goddess of illusion." Yeats said matter-of-factly.
"Ah? Then how do you pray?" Mammon asked in surprise.
Yeats said nothing, thinking, I know this guy's real name. Even among the gods, there are only a few who know the real name of the Mist Goddess.
The effect of chanting the true name is much stronger than praying!
Fontainebleau, palace, attic.
The attic is empty, and Yeats invokes the divinity of mist to raise a large amount of white mist in the room.
Ritual is an important means of communicating with gods.
Only with the help of rituals can effective information be conveyed across the barriers of the planes, and the ritual sacrifices and ritual specifications required by each god are also different.
The rituals of the goddess of art are mainly in the form of poetry festivals, drama festivals, opera concerts, etc.
Daisy's prayer ceremony does not require any decorations or sacrifices, only a lie, a blank sacrifice table and an invisible statue of the god.
In Daisy's words, "Only smart people can see my idol."
Yeats recited his true name silently in his mind and said: "Daisy, I plan to deceive the leader of the Thieves Guild. Please give me a BUFF to strengthen my illusion!"
After traveling with Yeats for several months, Daisy also learned some strange words.
Buzz——
The fog in the room began to surge, forming the shape of a needle. The next moment, the fog needle suddenly pierced Yeats's eyebrows!
"You have received the blessing of the Mist Goddess: Blessing·The Eye of Illusion"
"Blessing·Eye of Illusion Breaking (remaining time: 71 hours and 59 minutes): With the blessing of the goddess of illusion, you can easily see through the target's illusion, and any illusion or disguise will be invisible to you."
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Yeats was shocked.
What a powerful blessing!
Obviously, only by practicing illusion to the extreme can you have the ability to deconstruct illusion!
It's a pity that it's temporary... Yeats swallowed... However, Daisy is responsive to all requests, and she is indeed the goddess I admire most!
In the ring, Mammon looked at the strangeness on Yeats, her expression also confused.
Isn't it...the illusion goddess has such a good character?
Yeats just performed a casual ceremony, muttered a few words, and received the blessing? !
This is unreasonable! The Goddess of the Mist is notoriously careless, so how could she easily give her blessing to Yeats?
Yeats unexpectedly discovered that this divine nature was actually mixed with Daisy's communication technique.
"Heaven...boring...I'm tired of watching fights every day...I want to watch something interesting."
Yeats: "..."
Sister, don’t act like you’re silent and then run from the underworld to the human world to play!
Yeats sighed, no matter what, with the blessing, even if Ms. Black Rose is good at illusions, her true form will appear under the illusion-breaking eyes.
Next, it depends on whether she will take the bait and agree to an offline transaction with the "Chosen of the Dark Night"! *
The next day.
Yeats received exciting news.
Margotha sent a reply: "Ms. Black Rose of the Thieves Guild agreed to meet with the Chosen of the Night at midnight tomorrow at the Pauper Cemetery outside Paris!"
Yeats immediately replied: "There is no need to alarm the people within the Dark Night Sect... I can go alone!"
Margotha was a little hesitant, but thinking that this was the decision of the Night God's Chosen, she agreed.
Soon, the appointed time arrived.
On a moonless night, the night falls so low that no five fingers can be seen.
Yeats put on a mask, wrapped himself in the "Blessing Night Clothes", blended into the shadows, and rushed to the slums outside Paris.
There were very few light sources at night, and there were no public lighting facilities in the slums. Yeats turned on his ‘spell: dark vision’ and arrived at the cemetery mentioned by Ms. Black Rose.
It is said to be a cemetery, but it is actually similar to a mass grave. The tombstones are crooked and there are even dug up graves. The air is filled with a putrid smell, and the squeaking of the rats is particularly harsh in the dead silence.
Mammon suddenly spoke, her tone a little low, and said: "The plague has killed many humans."
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Yeats transformed into a shadow crow and stayed at the top of an ancient branch covered with dead branches and leaves, saying:
"It is said that the plague lord is kind and equal to humans, but before the plague, some people were more equal than others... I cannot agree with the concept of the plague people."
Mammon chuckled: "As expected of a bard, Lord Yeats, but it's a pity that I'm just a businessman and can't understand."
Yeats turned back, combed his dark crow feathers with his long beak, and said:
"You seem to sympathize with humans?"
"Rather, I appreciate human beings and love them deeply."
Mammon said: "Greedy and hungry humans, they never stop longing for knowledge, and they never stop being satisfied with the future! It is precisely because of these greedy desires that the divine power of the original body will continue to grow in the fourth era!"< br>
Yeats had complicated emotions. With the development of human beings, Mammon has gradually become the demon with the greatest potential and the most threat.
If Mammon becomes the god of capital in the future... I can’t imagine how terrifying that would be!
"Yeats, I admire you very much." Black Cat said seriously, "If you go to hell in the future, I will ask you to move into Wuhui City and enjoy the glory and wealth! As for the price, you can only stay in this place for the rest of your life. Eating and waiting to die in hell!”
Yeats's mouth twitched.
Isn’t there some auspicious words today?
"Thank you. If I have the chance, I will definitely go to hell as a guest." Yeats said casually.
"Hush..." Mammon's voice suddenly became serious, "Someone is coming!"
The time agreed with Ms. Black Rose has come, and a smell gradually approaches from a distance. Yeats concentrates on it, watching the figure attentively.
Suddenly, Yeats was dumbfounded, with deep astonishment in his eyes.
How could it be... him? !
This cemetery was obviously the place where he and Ms. Black Rose agreed to trade.
However, a figure appeared in front of me.
But it is the monarch of the Roland Kingdom, the domineering Sun King, Louis!
Yeats couldn't believe what he saw, rubbed his eyes, confirmed again and again, and took a deep breath.
The Sun King indeed!
How did he get here?
Did someone leak the news?
Could it be that the location of the transaction was leaked and he came here to guard it?
With Louis' courage and skill, coupled with his arrogant character, Yeats had no doubt that he dared to fight against the Chosen One and Lady Black Rose alone!
A handsome young man with wavy blond hair, wearing a royal robe and a sword sheath at his waist. His eyes were arrogant and dazzling, and he was incompatible with the gloomy cemetery around him.
He looked around, as if checking to see if anyone was coming, and then released a surging will that spread around like a field.
Yeats was wary of Dasheng, and immediately used the divinity of the dark night and the divinity of the mist to cover himself. Relying on the fact that both the mist and the dark night were good at hiding, he was able to avoid Louis' detection.
At the same moment, Yeats was horrified. Louis had actually come into contact with the realm? !
How come this guy is more ruthless than me!
As the saying goes, who among the strong men in this world doesn’t cheat? It’s just that there are big and small hangings!
Yeats gritted his teeth.
The Nibelung Ring can balance the seven demonic powers, allowing these powers to strengthen the soul realm of the extraordinary and help them break through the threshold of the holy realm.
It is necessary for me to speed up the search for the demon's ritual artifact... Rely on the power of the demon to create a holy realm!
Louis didn't notice the visitor and seemed to relax his guard slightly. He turned his back to Yeats, who turned into a crow, and walked to a tombstone.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Yeats was surprised. Louis was actually paying homage to the tombstone!
"What is he doing?" Mammon lowered her voice.
"Pay homage to the deceased." Yeats said in a strange tone, "But this can usually only be done by relatives, and besides..."
"Besides, it's strange that the king of a country would come to worship in a slum cemetery, isn't it?" Mamen said.
Yeats nodded silently, not daring to be careless. He kept a close eye on Louis' actions, guessing whether he was using the act of worship to cover up other people's eyes and had other agendas.
But Louis was really just worshiping, and even took out the cornflowers used as a memorial and placed them in front of the tombstone.
The next moment, Yeats felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and only heard his calm voice.
"No need to hide, I can see."
Quiet, deathly quiet, Louis sneered:
"Do you have to take action from me? Then it's up to you!"
Zheng!
The sword light was unsheathed and slashed into the night sky, turning into silence.
The raven transformed by Yeats flew up in fright, and he was seen looking up at the raven, his eyes cold and arrogant.
After a moment, Louis turned around and left, disappearing at the end of the night.
"He didn't notice you at all!" Zhuanya shouted angrily, "He's just scaring us!"
Yeats gritted his teeth and said: "I learned it, I will try it next time!"
Having said that, Yeats did not dare to be careless and perched on the drafty thatched roof of the slum until a glimmer of dawn appeared in the sky before he slowly flew back to the cemetery.
"So, Ms. Black Rose didn't show up at all? She already knew this was a trap?" Mamen said.
Yeats' eyes flickered, looking at the tombstone where Louis just stopped, and whispered:
"There is also a slim possibility..."
"What?"
"Louis, the Sun King, is Lady Black Rose." Yeats said.
Mammon was stunned and said: "Don't be kidding me! During the day, you are the king of a country, and at night, you become the queen of the underground? The genders are not consistent!"
Zuan Ya said: "I think Yeats's guess is reasonable... How can you assume the gender of a human king?"
Mamen said: "But..."
The quarrel between the two mascots made Yeats' head buzz and he said helplessly:
"In short...the fishing plan failed, either because Ms. Black Rose saw through it, or because the news was leaked, which attracted Lewis..."
"Fortunately, it's not without gain."
Yeats looked at the tombstone, silently remembered the name on the tombstone, and thought to himself:
"Why did Louis come to the slum cemetery in the middle of the night to pay homage to the two deceased people... I have to ask Margotha to check again. This should be the key breakthrough!"
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Three poles high in the sun, the sun shines on the palace.
Hilud was practicing swordsmanship with the Argonian Sora in the training ground, while Gray was reading with gusto while holding a large book.
Yeats showered, changed clothes, and went to the palace to visit Louis, but was stopped by the maid.
"Sorry, Your Majesty the Duke, His Majesty the Sun King is still asleep and doesn't see anyone."
"It's already noon and he's still sleeping?" Yeats issued a 'suggestion' to let the maid relax her guard.
The maid sighed:
"Your Majesty, he has been suffering from insomnia all year round. Once he did not fall asleep for a year. Even an extraordinary person could not hold on... It is rare for him to fall asleep. Any emergency situation cannot wake him up, otherwise he will be in big trouble."
"What's the big trouble?"
"Once, an earl felt that he had been wronged in the distribution of territory, and clamored to see the king. Unable to stop him, he broke into his majesty's palace directly, and then..."
"That's it?" Looking at the hesitant maid, Yeats's eyes lit up with the purple light of 'suggestion'.
"Then he was beheaded by His Majesty himself."
Yeats was shocked, you also killed someone in your dream, right?
Violet also mentioned that Louis was troubled by nightmares and insomnia.
Yeats' eyes flashed, and he vaguely felt that he had grasped some clue, and said:
"In this case, I will come to visit Your Majesty another day."
The maid breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "Yes, Your Majesty the Duke."
Return to the palace.
Yeats discovered that the owners of the two tombstones he asked Margotha to investigate already had some clues.
"The owners of those two tombstones are related to Lewis's childhood escape experience."
Margotha said: "Louis's uncle launched a coup, killed Louis' parents and his brothers and sisters, and ordered people to search for the prince. He was only four years old. With the help of his trusted ministers, he escaped from the fire by dressing up in women's clothing. Hiding in a farmer’s house outside Paris.”
"When Louis was a child, he was running errands in a brothel in the slums. Because a customer wanted to assault him, he was stabbed to death on the spot and escaped overnight."
"The guards who came after hearing the news found that the pair of farmers were the accomplices who helped the prince escape, and brutally killed the couple."
"Later, Louis relied on the support of the Queen of the Kingdom of Castile to form a mercenary group of his own, which gradually grew and defeated his uncle's army outside Paris and ascended to the throne."
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"He was less than twenty years old when he became king. Later, he became obsessed with art aesthetics such as painting, clothing, and architecture. His political methods were quite tough. He proclaimed himself the 'Sun King' and was recognized by the people of Roland."
Yeats was surprised: "How is this history preserved? It can still be discovered!"
Margotha said: "The information related to the Sun King has been artificially destroyed on a large scale, but the Dark Night Sect has been very interested in [secrets] since ancient times, so... you know, secrets are an important way for Dark Night believers to manipulate others. ”
Yeats found it a bit incredible that King Roland, who was more dazzling than the sun, actually had such an unknown past.
But maybe... extreme arrogance comes from extreme inferiority.
Yeats could suddenly understand why Louis had so many exaggerated behaviors, and he muttered:
"So...I asked you to look for any progress in the rumors about nightmares in the Kingdom of Roland?"
Margotha's tone suddenly became serious and said:
"Returning to the Chosen Lord, there have been rumors of nightmares in the Kingdom of Roland since ancient times!"
"Nightmare?"
"It is a demon named [Abadon], with titles such as 'Angel of Death', 'Apostle of the Bottomless Pit', and 'Lord of Nightmares'."
Margotha's voice was filled with coldness, as if she was extremely afraid of the things that those names symbolized.
"According to legend, Abaddon is a fallen angel who was sealed in a bottomless pit in the Kingdom of Roland. Every few hundred years, he will break the seal and release a terrifying army of locusts."
“In occult works, Abaddon is in charge of darkness, ruins, hell, nightmares, etc. It is said that hundreds of years ago, it was Saint Joan of Arc who sealed him into the bottomless pit, and the Saint was also burdened with it. Seriously injured!”
Hear the words.
Yeats couldn't help but ponder.
According to this... Could the curse on Louis be related to the nightmare?
"Abaddon...Humph, it turns out to be this guy." Mammon sneered.
"Do you know Him?"
"Formerly an angel, fell to hell, but was a fool who was not welcomed by Lucifer, so he was expelled to the [Bottomless Pit] to guard the passage between hell and the material plane."
Mammen paused and said:
"It's not impressive enough in the hell plane, but in your human material plane, this guy should be considered very strong... After all, my body can't even enter here... The holy realm can run rampant here with you. ”
"The bottomless pit is the passage to hell?" Yeats was keenly aware.
Mammen did not answer, but said calmly:
"I advise you, for the sake of humanity, there is no need to open the seal of the bottomless pit. I don't want my big fat sheep to be targeted by another group of meat-loving guys."
There are many vicious demons in hell, but compared to them, mammon is much more orderly.
"Lord Chosen God, if there is anything else you need from me, just ask me!" Margotha said.
"No, please step back for now."
"Oh..." Margotha's tone sounded a little resentful.
Yeats calmly ignored it, sat down at the desk, picked up a parchment, and sorted out the existing information.
‘King Roland is suspected to be the same person as Ms. Black Rose? ’
‘King Roland’s nightmare is related to the nightmare [Abaddon]? ’
‘Joan of Arc and Kylea…does her head match Kylea’s? ’
Yeats rubbed his brows and exhaled slowly, feeling the urgent need to improve his strength.
Mammon is right, as long as you become a holy realm, you can be tyrannical in the material plane!
The Nibelung Ring is the key to achieving the Holy Realm.
When the time comes, with the Holy Domain level and the Silver Sword, what kind of nightmare is worse than just one on the roadside!
Dong Dong——
"Yeats! The opening ceremony of the Duel Conference will begin in the afternoon. Do you want to attend?" Gray's voice sounded.
Yeats ignited the golden fire of judgment in his palm, burned the parchment, stood up and said:
"Let's go, call Herod, and let's attend the opening ceremony together!"
**
Mithril Keep.
The sun shines through the glass and onto the blond boy on the brass four-poster bed.
Louis was sleeping in a dignified posture, his eyelashes fluttering, he suddenly opened his eyes and stood up from the bed.
The curly blond hair was scattered on the shoulders. Louis frowned slightly, picked up a strand of blond hair and sniffed it.
There is a rotten smell...
Where did it come from?
Can't remember.
This is happening more and more frequently.
Lewis frowned and stared out the window with serious eyes.
The nightmare must be eliminated as soon as possible so that my nightmare can end...
"Come here!" Louis called to the maid to take a shower and change clothes.
The heat was thick, and the water mist in the wooden barrel was steaming. The maids scooped out the hot water, added flower petals, and looked at His Majesty's skin that was whiter than milk, showing admiration in their eyes.
Louis raised his neck, leaned his back against the edge of the barrel, his blond hair spread out, and whispered:
"What are your plans for the afternoon?"
"Your Majesty, you are going to attend the opening ceremony of the Duel Conference." The maid said softly, "A total of sixteen masters from all over the mainland have already taken their seats in the Roland Arena, waiting for you to attend."
"Oh...Is there a Yeats duel today?"
Wow!——
Lewis stood up, with a playful glimmer in his eyes, and whispered:
"I'm...looking forward to it."
*
Roland Arena.
Thousands of spectators gathered around the stands of the huge Colosseum.
There was a huge crowd, and the shouts were like a tsunami, making the entire arena buzz and tremble!
In the box, Gray exclaimed: "It's almost the same scene as what I saw in my dream!"
Yeats said: "How do you become the Queen?"
Gray scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "It was just a dream."
He was eating grapes and said vaguely: "Maybe it will come true."
At this time, the overwhelming momentum reached its climax with the appearance of a figure!
At the top of the field of vision, on the most noble high platform, Louis, dressed in golden royal robes, looked down at the audience.
Zheng!
Louis drew out the golden sword, and the king's majesty enveloped the entire audience, making the atmosphere even more lively!
Yeats sighed: "Grey, you can take my place."
Gray was shocked: "This is very dangerous!"
(End of chapter)