Chapter 249 You are not allowed to attend the salon!
Amidst the deafening cheers, the Golden Lion King slowly walked towards the front of the high platform.
As if there was an invisible aura permeating the air, the entire arena became quiet.
Everyone looked at him closely.
Beside the Lionheart King, a ferocious man as tall as an iron tower with scars on his face handed a big bow into Richard's hand.
"That is one of the most powerful knights in the entire Golden Lion, Colin the Barbarian."
Crane introduced in a low voice: "Although he is rough, he has strategy and is called the Hand of the King."
The giant man is clearly taller than the Lion-Hearted King, but in the eyes of everyone, the Lion-Hearted King is taller and burlier. This is not an illusion, but the aura of the Lion-Hearted King surging in the creative field, which has been condensed to It's enough to give people the illusion.
Some time ago, it was reported that the Lionheart King was seriously ill and bedridden, but at this time, Richard seemed to be more majestic and wiser than when he was young.
At this moment, Richard held a big bow in his hand and looked from afar with his eyes like a torch.
On the high platform in the distance, there is a brazier. The exquisite brazier is carved with lion totems and ancient images, and the fire is waiting to be ignited.
The god of fire and forging, the supreme true god believed by the dwarves. Some people call the God of Fire the savior who saves mankind from darkness. Some people call the God of Fire a false god who is full of lies and deceit.
What is carved on the brazier is the story of the God of Fire stealing fire for mankind: He deceived the giants of the Land of Fire, obtained a cluster of sparks from the body of the Fire Giant, and finally brought joy to the human world. Here comes the flame.
From this background story, Yeats can at least see the stitching between the Greek god of fire Hephaestus, the Nordic god of fire Loki, and the Greek Titan Prometheus.
Although Loki is often regarded as the god of deceit, he is a serious god with the power of fire.
"If you tell me one day that 'The God of Fire touches the Rainbow Bridge,' I will believe it."
Yeats secretly complained: "Just sew it and that's it!"
The whole audience held their breath and stared. Looking at the figure of the Lion-Hearted King, he stretched his bow and nocked an arrow, tightened the bowstring, concentrated for a moment, and aimed at the brazier.
Suddenly, the arrow pierced the sky and fell into the brazier, and the flames suddenly burst into flames!
The whole place was excited.
Yeats sent a message to June:
"Have you discovered anything?"
"Among the six Dukes of the Golden Lion, only the Duke of Alba was not present. Sappho, who was suffering from leprosy, Duke K was present wearing an iron mask. "
June said: "You may not know what a leper's iron mask is. The whole body is covered with chain armor, hood and mask, just like in history. The famous Leper King. "
The Leper King, the guardian of Jerusalem and a genius military strategist, once led 3,000 troops to defeat 20,000 desert cavalry. He had been suffering from leprosy since he was a child and often showed himself in a silver mask.
Yeats said: "Wearing an iron mask, you can't even tell whether it's him or not."
Juan said: "Do you suspect that Suffolk is the Blood Spider? A leper?"
Yeats said: "What you see may not be real...Has the Duke of Cornwall arrived?"
June sighed: "The Duke of Cornwall is only eight years old. I just saw him being held by his uncle. In his arms, it’s impossible for him to be the Blood Spider Lord?”
Ye Zhis said: “That means everyone is free from suspicion.”
"Where is the Duke of Alba?" June pondered, "He was not present, and he is known for his piety. Could the so-called piety be a means of concealing himself from others?"
Yeats thought for a moment and said : "Perhaps the Duke of Alba is not coming because he does not want to see people cheering for the fire of Vulcan... In the eyes of Holy Light believers, the arena is bloody and the flame is given by God. He will not attend. On the contrary, it is in line with his character."
June's tone was a little frustrated: "I suspect that your information source is inaccurate. Is the vampire really that powerful to control a duke?"
< br>Yeats frowned slightly.
At this time, he couldn't help but miss Gray who was far away in the Land of Dragons.
With Gray's astonishing wisdom, she could guess who the real culprit was and who the mastermind was.
But now that Gray is not around, Yeats can't help but ask Crane for help, saying: "Mr. Crane, what do you think?"
Klan's eyes moved slightly and said: "In your opinion, who is the least suspicious?"
Yeats thought for a while and said: "Duke Thomas, I encountered a vampire attack with him, and he personally killed a vampire marquis."
Klan's eyes were deep and he said: "The Blood Spider Lord has only made his name in the Golden Lion Kingdom in recent years. It happened to be the same time that Thomas showed his prowess in the North. Why can't he be the Blood Spider Lord? ”
Yeats was slightly startled, Thomas's honest smile appeared in front of his eyes, and he said helplessly:
"Even if Thomas and I are the only suspects, I will not doubt him, and I suspect that the Blood Spider is Myself."
Clan was stunned and said: "Why?"
Yeats said seriously: "Because I will not doubt my friends. Although Thomas is my enemy, he is also mine. Half a friend."
Klan said thoughtfully: "If the murderer is among these dukes, we may have overlooked a possibility."
"What?"
"The mastermind may not be the duke, but may be the person who acts as the duke's power. Only then can he have such huge energy to make hundreds of lives disappear silently. Even extraordinary people Every crime will leave clues, but power can erase these clues."
Clan paused and said:
"For example, Suffolk, the uncle of the Duke of Cornwall. The Duke's Wife."
Yeats was stunned.
"In the next period of time, I will find a way to contact the Duke of Cornwall's uncle, and your task is to find a way to get clues from the Duchess." Crane arranged.
"Why this arrangement?" Yeats asked.
“Because, no one is more suitable to deal with this Duchess than you.” Crane took it for granted, “I have heard for a long time that the Duke of Suffolk admires talents and often invites young talents to hold salons at her home. You are the Goddess of Art, who is more suitable than you?”
The so-called salon refers to the luxurious living room in the residence of the upper class. The ladies of the Roland Kingdom often turn the living room into a famous salon. Most of the people in and out of social places are novelists, poets, musicians, painters, etc.
Klan reminded: "However, you'd better not go to that salon. It's a salon organized by the young wife of a leper. It's held in the living room. I won't be surprised what happens."< br>
Yeats said: "It's best that this salon really is a salon."
"The poetry festival of the competition will be watched by the goddess of art. Are you sure you will participate?" Crane asked sideways.
Yeats nodded and said: "I am bound to win the crown of the Poetry Festival!"
Klan smiled and said: "This is best. If my guess is good, I will wait for you to win the crown. Then, I will receive a banquet invitation from the Duchess in the evening. "Yeats said in astonishment: "Is this Duchess so hungry?"
"She has always been in the habit of entertaining poets. Most of the poets in the Golden Lion Kingdom have received invitations from her."
Klan patted Yeats on the shoulder and said in a broad voice: "It's just a dinner, and It’s not a salon, so there’s no problem in participating.”
Yeats: “…”
The more I talk about it, the more curious I become!
*
At dusk, the opening ceremony of the athletic competition ended, and the setting sun enveloped the high-walled Lion Palace.
In front of the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, the old man stood with his sword in his hand. His golden cloak looked dim in the setting sun, and a lot of dust covered his brocade robe and clothes.
The Lion-Hearted King, who was so majestic at the ceremony, looked pale and depressed at the moment. He looked at the lion outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and his eyes revealed the turbidity of an old man.
"Colin..." Lionheart called in a low voice.
"King, I am here."
The Hand of the King stands in the shadow of the Lionheart.
He was obviously a giant man over two meters tall, but he walked without making any sound, flashing from the shadow in the corner to the king's back.
The scarred face was drooped, with deep sadness in his eyes.
"Even the Great Emperor of Lorraine will fall one day. Kingship has no eternity, so why should you feel sorry for me?"
The Lionheart King was so plain that he seemed to be describing something that was commonplace.
"But, King... there are still people calling you on the borders of the kingdom." Colin was already choked with sobs. The barbarian's hands were stained with countless blood, but he was as sad as a child at this moment. "King, you are still young. I still have the energy to fight!”
Lionheart King smiled: “Compared to ‘Iron Bone’ Harald, I am really young, but it’s a pity... Anyway, go and call Renee over. "
"Yes."
Soon, a blond, blue-eyed, beautiful girl, about fifteen years old, with blurred eyes, stood in front of the Lionheart King.
Facing Richard, the girl seemed extremely frightened, her thin body trembling slightly, and she couldn't stop wiping tears.
The Lionheart King looked at this face that was very similar to his beloved wife, a trace of pain flashed deep in his eyes, and he sighed.
Renee’s biological mother was executed for adultery, just like the story of Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table, and the princess.
Renee, who was originally designated as a princess, was deprived of her right to inherit. However, the Lionheart King has been childless since then, and the Lannister and Vic families are eyeing the throne.
"Renee...my time is running out..." Lionheart looked at his daughter, his majestic eyes flashing softly, "There are some things I must tell you."
Renee gathered her courage and looked at Lionheart's face.
"I have always regarded you as my biological daughter. When I die, you will inherit the throne of the Golden Lion."
"But battles are always inevitable." The Lionheart King said softly, "So, I am going to send you out of the palace for a while and choose a suitable husband for you."
"Father, I don't want to get married." Renee choked with sobs, "I have sworn , I am pure and poor."
Richard was silent for a long time and sighed:
"That person may not be your husband, but he will definitely be the most worthy of you after you ascend the throne. The allies he relies on are just like Duke Brondi who helped his father a lot when he ascended the throne.”
"I don't understand..." Renee said shakily.
"Sooner or later you will understand." Half of the Lionheart King's face was hidden in the shadow of dusk, and his voice was already a bit cold, "Go down first."
Standing in the dusk Among them, the Lion-Hearted King looked deeply until his daughter's back disappeared, then he took out his handkerchief and coughed violently.
Colin the Barbarian caught a glimpse of the bright red, and his eyes became increasingly sad.
“I will not attend tomorrow’s poetry festival.”
The Lionheart King said a little tiredly: "When it comes to the riding and dueling sessions, I will be fully present."
"Yes." Colin said hoarsely.
“Have you found out the identity of Mr. Blood Spider?” Richard asked.
"Not yet. The Duke of Alba did not attend today, so there is a strong suspicion." Colin whispered.
"Then continue to investigate, I will personally behead that person!"
The Lionheart King seemed to have regained his vitality, with piercing eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I am not dead yet, but there are always insects causing trouble!"
"The Scarlet Society has penetrated into the upper class of the nobles, and the six golden lions have It is very likely that one of the Dukes is the Blood Spider Lord." Colin paused for a moment and said, "Judging from the available information, the Blood Clan seems to be looking for clues about the Sword in the Lake in the Golden Lion territory. This is a sign of the Golden Lion. Lion King Quan’s provocation.”
“Even I can’t find Lorraine’s sword, how can these vampires find it?”
Lion Heart King narrowed his eyes:
“Ke Lin, remember my decree and keep quiet for the time being—no matter who it is, as long as they can kill the Blood Spider Lord, they will be made an earl!”
"According to the decree!"
*
August, midsummer.
The Poetry Festival is held in the open air on a green lawn by the Thames, not far from the London Art Collection.
The sunshine is warm, the waves are sparkling, and wild swans are pecking their feathers in the lake.
Yeats arrived in a carriage and immediately caused a sensation in the venue.
“Baron Yeats is here!”
“The divine choice of the goddess of art and poetry?”
“I won’t give anyone else a chance to win at all…”
“Fortunately, I have received an invitation from the Duchess to the salon.”
"You are not allowed to participate in the salon!"
(End of this chapter)