The head maid with black hair and black skirt walked in the corridor illuminated by soft lights. The sound of boots tapping the ground rhythmically sounded in Lord Bomaire's ears. This crisp sound even made his mind too confused. After cooling down little by little, and realizing that his mental state was really getting better, the inner court noble couldn't help but look at the other party: "Miss Diana, thank you for your mental comfort..."
"It's easy - after all, your condition just now is not suitable for meeting His Majesty," the head maid said with an indifferent expression, and then stood in front of the door, "Go in, His Majesty is already waiting for you."
Unknowingly, they had reached the end of the corridor.
Lord Bomel, who was standing at the door, couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and looked at the black gold-grained wooden door in front of him - this reception room located in the dormitory area is very special. With his title, There is almost no chance to come here, but now Emperor Rosetta has sent his head maid to fetch him, and also asked him to meet here...
This made the Lord have all kinds of thoughts pop up in his mind. Various speculations.
Then he calmed down, gently knocked on the door, and after receiving permission, opened the door and stepped inside.
In the room covered with soft thick carpets, bright lights shine from the roof, illuminating the furnishings in the living room. The hero is sitting on a high-backed chair by the window, Turn your head and look here.
"Close the door, Lord Beaumeier," Rosetta Augustus nodded to the late-night visitor in front of her, "then sit down in this chair and tell me why you chose to come so late. See me."
Lord Bomel immediately turned back and closed the door, then turned and took two steps forward, sitting opposite Emperor Rosetta. He felt the sweat on his forehead break out again. His heart was pounding - he finally reached the time where he could speak. However, he found that most of the courage he had accumulated before stepping out of the house had been consumed along the way. At this moment, every breath he took was weakening his strength. Will, allowing his fear of death to slowly take over.
The pair of deep eyes of Emperor Rosetta stared here quietly. Lord Bomel was inspired. Under the gaze of those eyes, he briefly plucked up the courage again and used a special expression. The hoarse voice broke the silence: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I first ask for your forgiveness. I have acted rebelliously... I can't guarantee that I will be able to finish my words, so please remember everything I say. Keywords——
“Your Majesty, the Throat of Orlandale! Gawain Cecil steps in! The cultist's lair! The eternal sleeper! ”
A cold chill that penetrated the soul instantly spread up the spine. Lord Bomel felt that his entire cervical spine was tingling like needles, and his brain was buzzing - death was coming. It's coming, he triggered the alarm, his brain must be dying quickly, and he is about to pay the price for his greed for power and mysterious knowledge many years ago...
The only good thing is that he goes out Countless rehearsals in my mind beforeIt worked. He successfully said all the key words in the shortest possible time before his brain nerves died, without leaving any damn "death blanks". In this way, even if His Majesty the Emperor couldn't understand what he wanted to say, All the contents conveyed can at least launch a series of investigations based on keywords, and then...
Block that terrifying extraterritorial wanderer from the gate of the empire.
Lord Bomel leaned back quietly in his chair, closed his eyes peacefully, and waited for death to come completely.
A few seconds later, he found that he was still breathing, but death had not come as expected.
My brain is throbbing and my heart is feeling a little uncomfortable, but it doesn't look like a sign of death, but rather seems to be caused by pure nervousness.
Lord Bomel opened his eyes in confusion. He looked down at his body and subconsciously muttered: "This...I'm not dead?"
"It seems That's it," Emperor Rosetta's voice came calmly, finally allowing the confused Lord Bomel to find himself again. The latter raised his head and saw that His Majesty the Emperor was watching him quietly, With an indifferent expression, there was some kind of... playfulness, "Lord Beaumeier, you look like you are still alive."
Then before poor Beaumeier raised any questions, Rosetta waved to the side. : "Diana, Mr. Lord needs a glass of refreshing ice-cold wine."
The black-haired maid walked out from nowhere in the next second, holding a glass of wine that was constantly lowering the temperature. Wine, until he took the glass, Lord Beaumeier didn't seem to realize what had happened. He thanked him subconsciously and took a sip of the wine almost instinctively. The cold feeling finally allowed him to regain some of his thinking ability: "Your Majesty. , I..."
"Answer my question first," Rosetta looked into Bomel's eyes, "Were you enveloped in the fear of death just now? A curse that kills you - will it activate itself based on your utterance of a certain keyword? Is its operation related to your mind, or is it something that monitors your thoughts and actions?"
" Yes...yes, Your Majesty," Lord Beaumeier replied honestly, "It should have been like this, but why..."
"This room blocks all mental spells," Rosse Ta adjusted his posture on the chair and said calmly, "In fact, it blocks almost all spell effects, including curses rooted in itself, remote mental monitoring, psychological suggestions that lead to suicide, and all damage types activated over time. Magic."
Lord Bomel slowly widened his eyes, with undisguised disbelief on his face.
Rosetta ignored him, but turned to a corner of the room and said: "Ms. Windsor Mapel, thank you for your asylum - but please continue to maintain the asylum effect. We will also It's not certain whether the 'curse' on Lord Bomel will delay its onset."
Only then did Bomel notice that there was a fourth person in the room - that person.The legendary president of the Mage Association seemed to have been standing there, but it wasn't until Rosetta spoke that he saw the graceful and elegant lady in a lavender dress walking slowly from there.
The opponent held a mysterious magic ball that seemed to be completely condensed with magic power. Runes were flowing on the surface of the magic ball. It was the invisible power it exuded that protected the entire room.
Astonished, Lord Bomel subconsciously muttered to himself: "Why..."
"Since the day before yesterday, four people have been trying to 'report the message' A mysterious death." The answer was Windsor Mapel, who was holding a magic ball in his hand. The legendary mage looked at Bomel, his eyes filled with arcane energy seemed to be able to discern all secrets, "The details are surprisingly consistent. ——They seemed to try to say something to others before they died, or convey some information through hints or riddles, but their brains were burned the moment they put their thoughts into action. ”
< p> "Two of them died in Obsidian Palace, and the other two went to find Duke Ferdinand and Duke Severn respectively," Emperor Rosetta continued. "Perhaps there are more similar situations happening - but they have not been reported yet. Come up, or they didn't even have time to go to the person they wanted to talk to, and they accidentally said a certain keyword at home and died."Bomel was stunned, and a look of fear could not help but emerge. on the face.
It turns out that he didn’t even have the chance to say those conceived keywords... Fortunately, he didn’t dare to turn the thoughts in his mind into actual words and deeds when practicing at home, but only superficially said them. Simulations were carried out in the surface consciousness...
"After such an incident occurred, the think tank of the Royal Mage Association immediately analyzed the possible reasons. We believe that some kind of crisis has occurred, and at the same time, a large number of insiders are Trying to warn the royal family, but all the insiders are controlled by some kind of spell that can monitor the mind, or have been planted with a curse that will be triggered by keywords," Windsor Mapel said unhurriedly, "Currently Agents from the Royal Mages and the Rogue Force are secretly monitoring all of Aldernan, looking for potential 'warners' and trying to bring them to this room while ensuring their survival.
“But you came here on your own initiative, Lord Bomel, which is an unexpected gain for us. "
Rosetta nodded and looked into Lord Bomaire's eyes: "Fortunately, Ms. Windsor's powerful power successfully blocked the potential curse, which proves that part of our judgment is correct. , and you, Lord Beaumeier... Now let us prove that the other part of our judgment is equally correct. Tell me in detail what your keywords mean. What kind of crisis is threatening my empire? "
Lord Bomel blinked. After thoroughly understanding the situation, he finally calmed down completely. With a kind of indifference and a trace of happiness that transcended life and death, he smiled bitterly and said calmly: " Your Majesty, I have been seduced by power and knowledge and accepted gifts that I should not have accepted.', I... am an 'Eternal Sleeper'.
"Your Majesty, there is a secret lair in the Throat of Orandale, which is shrouded in a powerful spiritual suggestion force field and a large-scale dream ban, and has been ignored by everyone..."
......
North and south of Alder, south of Shadow Swamp, a black-painted magic train was quietly parked beside the newly built platform.
This is the earliest completed magic train station in the Typhon Empire, and it is also one of the transportation hubs leading to the Cecil Empire next door.
As early as the Anzu era, when the Cecil Empire was still the "Principality of Cecil", related projects had already begun. At that time, Archduke Cecil and the Typhon Empire signed a trade agreement and passed A railway line at the foot of the Dark Mountains connected Typhon, which was the beginning of "modern trade" between the two empires - and the site here today is an extension of the railway in the past, and it is also where the "Cecil Railway Investment Company" One of Typhon's projects.
The high-power magic crystal lamp was hung high on the lamppost in the center of the platform. The light cast dispelled the darkness near the station and also illuminated the surface of the dark mechanical python. The huge and heavy steel machinery looked like a dormant beast under the cover of night, with its cold and hard lines outlined by artificial lights. The staff inspecting the site and repairing the machinery were walking around in the lights. Looking from a distance, they could not see anything. It is as small as the insects and ants surrounding the giant beast.
For Typhon, whose magic train and railway projects have just started, this advanced and expensive precision gadget is far from the stage of large-scale civilian use. In most cases, it is just The transportation lines used by the industrial cities in the hinterland of the empire to devour raw materials, as well as the tools used to transport goods with Cecil. In addition, it was late at night, and the only civilian train on this line had stopped, resulting in a huge platform. The personnel seemed quite sparse.
Two workers inspecting the platform were handing over in front of the train - the last train of the day was about to leave for Cecil, loaded with textiles and alchemy raw material preparations produced by Typhon. Besides, there were no other trains tonight, so the staff seemed lazy.
A figure swayed past the rear of the train and ducked into the huge industrial machinery.
The lights in the corresponding area may be malfunctioning and appear extremely dim, and none of the patrol personnel can be seen.
Yuri, who has a gentle temperament and wears a monocle, is wearing a black coat and walking quickly in the "corridor" made of steel. He passes through the connecting gate and the freight car where many crates are stacked. , and in the shadows near those crates, a few pairs of eyes lifted up from the darkness and quickly dropped again.
Stepping into the last carriage, more eyes were cast from the side.
"Everyone has boarded the train," Yuri whispered concisely and concisely. "There are still fifteen minutes left before departure. In order to prevent encountering checkpoints and having Typhons boarding the train on the way, the train will not arrive until the train stops at Baisha Stop at the stationWe must try our best to avoid making any noise, and we must not cross the penultimate carriage. Everyone, be prepared. "
"The explanation has been given," Wendy's soft voice came from the side, "How is the situation outside? "
"Don't worry," Yuri whispered, "There are several key people in charge and half of the front-line technical staff here who are from Cecil - the technical handover and training cycle has not yet ended. The Feng people need the Cecil people here to teach them step by step how to control these huge and complex machines and manage the railway system, so tonight, everyone who comes into contact with this train is reliable. ”
Wendy breathed out softly, and then slowly swept her eyes across the car. She recalled the shock she felt when she saw this magic machine for the first time, and recalled the full of people outside. Looking at the "station" equipped with a large number of incredible technologies, I couldn't help but whisper: "This is really an unimaginable creation..."
"Yeah, if conditions didn't allow it, I really hope to study this carefully. How do things move?" Yuri Chalvin sighed, "I hope I can have a chance when I get to 'over there'..."
"I even hope to see the 'witch' Miss Jipri, go watch the Magic Network Radio," Wendy chuckled. "It is said... there are also singing 'programs' there, and tens of thousands of people can listen to them at the same time. "
Yuri immediately shook his head: "It's better not to think about it. Your singing will probably drag people into eternal sleep. "
Wendy immediately retorted: "I can also sing normally, Archbishop Yuri. "
"Archbishop... let's give up this title from now on," Yuri sat down on a nearby crate and said in a low tone, "Call by name, forget the past, or simply It's not bad to add the titles of 'Mr' and 'Ms'..."
"It's a good idea," Wendy nodded slightly, "But Mr. Yuri, you are sitting on the Magnum On top of the gentleman's head, he may have begun to curse. "
"Anyway, I can't hear you," Yuri gently patted the crate under him, with an indifferent expression on his face, "and this is just a 'body'. "
Wendy shook her head helplessly, then opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but her expression changed slightly the next moment.
Almost at the same time, Yuri's expression also changed slightly.
At this moment, all the Eternal Sleepers of Bishop and above received an emergency notice from King Megal III -
There was a mental abnormality. The Eversleeper Network
The "Informer" appears
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