After the global recovery, I traveled through

His face glanced at the guards who were performing the sword ceremony.

The guards are all human and their movements are uniform. According to the rehearsal, they should continue the welcoming music and sing the Chutian national anthem at this time.

But at this time, a voice that ordinary people couldn't hear sounded.

Gaspard smiled a fleeting smile, like a rose blooming lazily.

"[Spectator Player M] uses a semi-world-level relic [the whole universe does not speak the same language]. This relic conflicts with the hidden rules of the arena. The original rules [players automatically understand, speak, and write all languages ​​in this world] Cancel the part and change it to [Players automatically understand, speak, and write all languages ​​of the United States of Lorraine] The effective scope of this relic: all players in Chutian."

Gaspard stopped, and all the protocol officers also stopped. They turned their attention to the guard of honor who suddenly became confused. A discordant voice was mixed into the neat national anthem. It was not Chutian dialect, but Lorraine dialect.

"Damn it!" The man cursed in Lorraine's words and was instantly detained in place.

At the same time, not only him, but also all the players who showed their flaws in Chutian were attacked from underground.

Subtle vibrations came from the ground where the feet stepped, like a thin snake turning over slightly underground.

On the leaderboard, [Spectator Player M]’s points skyrocketed.

The prince first apologized to the Pope, and then frowned. The prince was astonished: When could even the important guard of honor be able to sneak into the enemy? Whose side does this enemy belong to? What is the purpose? Is it trying to drive a wedge between Lorraine and Chu Tian?

The man was escorted down, with a face that looked completely innocent, but Lorraine's words kept coming out of his mouth.

Everything went on as usual, Gaspard just slowly asked a puzzling question.

"Who among you has the surname Mei, Mo, Mao, Mu, or Ma?"

——Those are the surnames that M can derive.

Everyone looked at each other. Although these surnames are quite common, no one here happens to have these surnames.

If you really want to talk about it, there is a grassland far away from the air force base and the airport, which is full of horse orcs who are training.

Gaspard said no more, but a low and elegant voice came from the cabin door where the stairs were: "So, Wei, Wang, Wu..."

Everyone suddenly turned their eyes, but they didn't realize that there was another person on the plane, someone who was not on the list!

There will be an insignificant pause every time the visitor says a surname. This pause makes the person who hears his surname so overwhelmed that he misses the answer that comes out of his mouth.

When the visitor's footsteps stepped on the carpet, everyone could not help but stiffen.

They were mentally prepared for the Pope's appearance, but they never thought that Gaspard was not unique.

Caught off guard, he was stunned.

With silver hair and dark eyes, the Pope was more eager to kiss his fingers than the bishops. Wherever he passed, the bishops lowered their bodies, as if they did not dare to kiss the toes of their boots, but only dared to worship his reflection.

The female secretary closest to him even thought of two words besides feeling dangerous in her heart: God.

She noticed Gaspard's gentle look back and thought: everyone is telling the opposite. It must be that the gods removed their eyes from looking at the world, and the Pope fell asleep. It must be that the gods left, and the Pope gave up.

"You have a mental abnormality that triggers the relic [Liu Xiahui of the Current World]."

In an instant, her heart

Chapter 258 Containment Failure (27)

Part of Chutian's palace was open to the public, and part became functional buildings such as residences for royal members and reception of foreign guests. The Fish Playing Lotus Leaf Terrace is a complex of buildings in the palace. It was once a royal garden where the empress often visited, and has been an important place for foreign affairs activities in modern times.

It was early summer when Pope Gaspard came to visit. Half of the lotus flowers in the pond were in full bloom and half were closed. A few dragonflies were stationed above the lotus flowers. The sunset in the evening cast a heavy afterglow without hesitation. The afterglow falls on the eaves of the palace, and occasionally birds fly over at low altitude. The sense of historical precipitation unique to Chutian permeates people's hearts.

The prince was puzzled that Salian II called his secretary by his last name, but he didn't say anything more and only ordered Wen Qin to stay with Louis for the time being.

At this time, the prince and Gaspard were walking in the front, followed by Zhao Lue and Wen Qin, and finally other officials from Chutian and the bishop of Lorraine.

After passing a short bridge, Zhao Lue stretched out his hand and touched the lotus flower that was close at hand. The lotus flower trembled, like a delicate frown on its face. Seeing that he loved these lotus flowers, several service staff wearing embroidered skirts standing far away showed sweet and polite smiles.

The atmosphere was so good and the scenery was so beautiful that it was impossible to tell that the emperor had just died a little far away from here. Zhao Lue had a sudden idea and asked Chen Kele: "Can you compose poetry?" ]

Chen Kele was silent for a while and said: "What a coincidence, I actually wrote a poem here thousands of years ago." ]

Chen Kele said quietly: [The lotus leaves that touch the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are uniquely red. ]

Zhao laughed slightly, feeling that Chen Kele was shameless: [Are you Yang Wanli from another world? ]

[Chen Wanli is not that bad, but Chen Baian is okay. ]

[Baian? ]

[My words. ]

[A hundred years of peace, no worries, no worries, one hundred years of peace and a happy life. It’s great that your parents have achieved this. ]

Chen Ke paused for a moment and said in a low voice with a smile: "You took advantage of me." ]

Before Zhao Lue realized that the word was given by him, Gaspard, who had taken a few steps ahead, stopped because of his pause.

Gaspard turned around, walked to Zhao Lue, stretched out his fingers, and pinched off the lotus root.

The petals with a faint blush set off the slender fingers covered with a layer of light, and it was hard to tell which one was more beautiful.

Gaspard handed the broken lotus to Zhao Lue, but the moist fragrance of the petals could not compare to the slightly sweet taste of Gaspard himself.

"What you want, I'll get it for you." He said, with his fingers pointing down.

Zhao Lue thought he was going to hold his hand or even lead him, but he just broke up at the touch and turned back to the prince's side.

Zhao Lue turned the innocently broken lotus and walked across the bridge. He heard Chen Kele say: [I once recited poems here, but Qingqing was angry and left.]

The fish playing on the lotus leaf platform was right in front of him.

Chen Kele said again: "She once held a banquet for thousands of elders here, and three thousand white-haired people drank happily in the palace. She drank alone to relieve her sorrow and became even more sorrowful."

"Louis?" Wen Qin called Zhao Lue softly.

Zhao Lue walked across the red carpet of the state guest platform and looked back. It seemed that there was a female emperor in red, with eyebrows like green feathers, skin like sheep fat, golden hair, and beautiful lotus flowers, standing quietly on the bridge, looking around with brilliance.

Zhao Lue asked Wen Qin a question: "Is the royal family of Chutian the descendant of humans and orcs?"

Wen Qin led him to sit at the main guest table in the middle of the front and answered softly: "Yes."

"Always? Both the female emperor and the first emperor?"

"Yes."