My summons are weird

In the middle of the night, the snow monster did not appear, but something suddenly appeared in the yard.

After getting back the crystal, Royer looked at the projection of the stele in silence for a long time, only his empty eyes reflected the light in the dark room.

After a long time, he released the magic messenger and summoned Sharem who had been waiting in the city.

"Leaving Civita City with Little Mud, I plan to meet with Divic."

In Royer's expectation, Shalem should have nodded as usual, but her eyes, who had been half asleep and half awake, were no longer blurred, and her staring eyes made Royer couldn't help but look away.

"He's not dead?"

Royer nodded.

"You never call him by his name directly. It is your insistence to maintain the most basic etiquette with him." Xia Leimu hit the nail on the head, "What happened?"

Royer hesitated for a while, and explained: "If there is little hope for what to do, so will you."

An indescribable smile appeared on Shalem's pretty face. She stretched out her hand to pinch Royer's cheek, not too hard, as if she wanted him to feel the warmth from her fingertips.

"Lu Yu may be right." Xia Leimu said, "We are all in the tide, and it is never a wise choice to go upstream."

Royer laughed at himself: "Maybe I'm really bound...Sharem...I really envy his freedom."

"Have you ever thought about what to do if he protects the Prince of Ireland, justice and justice will be dusted?" Shalem put her hand on Royer's shoulder, "This is his country, and justice and justice can be done at any time. His will changed."

Xia Leimu, who seemed drowsy and ignorant, saw very clearly. It was not until this moment that Royer really saw her other side.

The corner of Royer's mouth raised, and he said proudly: "I promised Little Mud to give her justice, and Royer Fedina never broke his promise."

Royer left the place of house arrest straight away, and entered the mansion of the old Larry, the lord of Civita, under the exclamation of the guards. Ignoring the guards who aimed their swords at him, he patted the knife on a stone table Go up, pick up the tea utensil and make tea for yourself.

The appearance of old Larry revealed a gap in the tight surrounding guards. He wanted to go forward but was stopped by two magicians who stretched out their hands.

"Remove these guards."

The knight commander waved his hand, and was about to step forward to be criticized by the guards, but was stared back by old Larry. As a last resort, he had to stand far away from the magician, ready to strike at any time.

"Leaving that courtyard, you have violated Solon's law."

"I want to see His Majesty." Royer cut to the chase.

Old Larry explained sadly: "Your Majesty has been assassinated."

"He's not dead. He sent you to manage Civita just to prepare for the day of the assassination. I'm not interested in who your target is...I want to see him."

Old Larry's expression changed, but his words from Acting Online remained unchanged: "Solon is now in charge of the consuls..."

"I want to see him." Royer said every word, "If the request is not met, I will leave here and expose your layout."

Old Larry stood up in shock: "Fedina's house will be destroyed because of your stupidity!"

Seeing that Royer was indifferent and drinking tea to himself, old Larry felt that the person in front of him had gone crazy.

He turned to leave, and soon after, a black owl followed him to Royer.

The black owl threw a piece of black cloth to Royer.

...

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the black owl took off Royer's blindfold, and the slightly dull air made Royer immediately know that this was the underground palace in the city of Civita.

Divik, who was assassinated by the snow monster, sat crookedly on a chair not far away, his eyes still stayed on the book, even though he knew that Royer was staring at him, he didn't raise his head.

DiVick said, "See through my intentions, use it as a blackmail, and urgently meet with me...Royer, every decision you make makes me wonder whether you have a connection with the assassin."

DiVick closed the book and squinted at Royer: "Maybe you should explain?"

"Martina, the wife of the Prince of Ireland, ordered the massacre of the Squirrelman village. I want a result." Under the gaze of countless pairs of black owl eyes, Royer raised his head in an unassuming manner, and loudly explained the purpose of his visit.

silence.

Divic glanced at old Larry beside him in astonishment, and frowned suspiciously: "Just for this little thing?"

"Is this a trivial matter?" Royer asked loudly.

In Diweik's mind, Royer and Sharem are rare among the six pillars, they are sensible people who have no threat to themselves. They abide by order and respect imperial power. At this moment, the respect and humility that Royer has maintained for many years has disappeared. Oh, he was questioning himself loudly?

Divik laughed, and patted the book with his palm: "Duke Larry, I'll let you handle the matter of rebuilding the village, and the village will be exempted from taxes for the next five years; compensation will be paid to the only survivor according to the number of dead , One cow, one sheep, and one gold coin are really not satisfying... to make up two hundred cows and sheep at a time, one hundred gold coins will be sent."

"Ireland acted as a cover-up and was fined according to the law."

"Martina committed murder, and she is forbidden to leave the territory in the future."

After the announcement was made slowly, Divic walked past a group of black owls with their heads down and came to Royer: "Are you satisfied?"

"According to the code of Solon, Martina will be deposed as a nobleman and sentenced to be burned at the stake!"

Diweik's face darkened a little: "You should know some rules."

"The code is the rule."

Divic turned his back and seemed a little impatient: "Some rules are not written in the code, but are tacit among the nobles. You should support such regulations. Even if you leave Feidina's house, you are still a nobleman." one of them."

"You are the honorable Lord Solon, are you going to take the lead in violating the supreme Solon code!"

The black owl's eyes hidden under the hood looked at Royer who gradually stood up and looked at Divic.

The blatant arrogance made the old Larry who had a protective heart do not know what to do, so he had to shout loudly: "Don't blaspheme the king!"

"This is not blasphemy, I just want to ask you on behalf of those who died in vain who have struggled in pain all their lives." Royer exhausted all his strength and shouted out the words that he had been brewing in his heart countless times but swallowed for various reasons.

"Are they your people?"

"Do you consider them your own people?"

Only the sound of breathing echoed in the underground palace.

The long-term life of an adventurer has made Royer lose the vigor of his early years. He realized that there is gray between black and white. Many times they act in the gray area. If they insist on erasing the gray, then black and white will reveal their sharpness. Spikes, bloody for anyone trying to walk.

Before today, he wouldn't have asked that question.

But now, Royer only wanted to get an answer from Diweik's answer-the answer that made him make a choice.

"Would a shepherd mourn for the sudden death of dozens of sheep among tens of millions of sheep?" Divek asked, "He will only think about whether there is a plague spreading. Stop the plague, move the flock, and let them not see those Poor bastards dead, so much so that panic is the order of the day."

"The shepherd should worry about the leader sheep leading the flock to riot. The flock belongs to the shepherd and also belongs to the leader sheep. The shepherd always likes the leader sheep who is obedient to himself and aggressive to the flock. For this reason, the shepherd doesn't mind Feed them well."

Diweik said coldly: "Clarify your identity, you are the head sheep, not a meat sheep waiting for shears and butcher knives. After mixing with meat sheep for a long time, I feel compassion... This is a bit ridiculous."

Royer took a deep breath and lowered his head.

"Melias thought so too."

Divic laughed loudly. He stopped the black owls from making any further moves. He waited until the laughter subsided before speaking: "Not only Melias, but shepherds in any country would think so. scale."

DiVick looked into Royer's eyes—those upright eyes that showed their disappointment in him undisguisedly.

"Take Royer back to rest." Divic returned to his seat, his calm tone revealed a sense of coldness, "The prey has already entered the urn, whether you can't change their fate by exposing them, just wait. Those poor squirrels Man has got the best axioms, Goat...bring the good news to that little squirrel."

Blindfolded and sent back to the place of house arrest, Royer took out the projection crystal sent by the snow monster and looked at it for a long time, laughing at himself.

"Sure enough...I still have to do it myself."

Royer picked up a bucket of spring water and soaked his face in it, making his hot face cool and refreshing, and the intractable depression accumulated on his face disappeared at this moment.

The spring water flows on the long knife, wrapping the blade softly, as if there is a sound of clank echoing.

Lu Yu is right. Excessive attachments will only bring endless troubles and pains, and only by abandoning everything can one get peace and tranquility.

Lu Yu is a smart man...

"But I'm an idiot..."

"A fool can only do stupid things..."

Over and over again, Royer's resolute face was reflected on the mirror-like blade.

He had never known so clearly what he wanted.

He is always compromising.

Compromise with yourself, with the rules, with the imperial power...

Compromise is to keep everyone satisfied while following the rules, but if following the rules can't get you everything you want...then some options should be taken seriously.

With the knife in its sheath, Royer sat on the ground with the knife in his arms. When the moonlight faded, he took everything and left the courtyard quietly.

Leaving Civita City, Royer found the right direction and headed north without stopping.

Bathed in the moonlight, Royer's heart was beating wildly.

He is excited.

The majestic city appeared on the horizon, and the outline of the building outlined by the moonlight was thick and majestic.

Royer easily used the knife as a fulcrum and jumped up the city wall. A night watchman's throat was cut by his long knife before he could shout out.

Royer wanted to say sorry, but looking at the knight holding his throat and making a "ho ho" sound, he pierced his heart with a smile and gave him the most merciful death.

Tonight is not suitable for sneaking, the moonlight like mercury pouring down the ground will dimly illuminate the earth.

Royer, who was stepping on the quicksilver, was not surprised to be discovered by the magicians when he entered the magnificent palaces.

The burst of magic power leaves a series of colorful magic tracks in the air, disrupting and smashing the moonlight as thin as a veil, and the quiet beauty is no longer beautiful because of countless "dancing" figures under the moonlight.

Holding the heads of the three magicians, Royer waved the long knife in his hand freely. Every time he made a move, several guards blocking him would fall down.

"Put down your weapons, I won't kill anyone who doesn't resist." Royer smiled softly.

The low-level warriors swallowed, and as one person's weapon left his hand, the crisp sound of metal falling to the ground followed one after another.

Royer didn't even look at these people, he walked through them without looking at the magician's head, and walked straight into the room.

Martina, who was only wearing a red gauze, shrank in a corner of the big bed, terrified.

Royer belatedly looked at the head in his hand, threw it out the door, and then apologized politely: "I brought an unnecessary gift, please don't mind, Miss Martina."

No matter how beautiful a woman saw such a terrified scene, her expression would not be too beautiful. Martina, who was trembling all over, screamed loudly and kept calling for help.

Luo Ye untied a jug of wine from his waist - when Lu Yu was in Lu Yu's territory, Lu Yu, who had never drank, had a drink with him all night.

The red maple fruit in the Red Flame Mountains is said to be the fruit poured by the blood of the blood clan. In fact, it is only a specialty of the red maple in the depths of the Red Flame Mountains. The fruit wine brewed from this fruit is sweet and mellow, and Royer likes it very much.

Lu Yu's industrious housekeeper, Miss Sigrid, purchased a lot, which was said to be for feeding slimes. This novel reason was once considered an excuse by him to cover up the fact that Lu Yu was drinking.

"What a drink..." Royer muttered to himself, and took a sip.

The sweetness lingered on the tip of his tongue, and he retorted slightly irritatingly. Luo Ye suddenly remembered the scene when he was drinking with Lu Yu...

A lord, a man, his face turned red after just two sips...

Royer laughed and laughed, tears streaming down his face.

"Miss Martina, would you like some drink? This is left over from a drink with a friend... It's very commemorative, and most people can't drink it."

Martina opened the box full of jewelry and gold coins, and picked up a handful: "No matter who you are... let me go, I can give you everything here."

Royer said to himself: "My friend warned me...to be a man, you must learn to let go of some things, so that you can live happily and comfortably..."

Martina opened the box hidden in the room in one go, and the metallic smell was blocked from Royer's nostrils by the sweet red maple wine.

"My husband is the Prince of Ireland of Solon. You must have heard of him. No matter why you come, he can always satisfy your request!"

Royer poured the can of wine that would bring his thoughts back to the night he drank with Lu Yu on the long knife, the wine washed the bright red, and the ticking sound when it fell to the ground hit everyone inside and outside the house heart.

"He is a very smart man with unique wisdom... I can't ignore the wise man's words, so I put it down." Royer raised the long knife washed with wine, and walked towards Martina step by step.

"Royer, as a six-pillar, do you want to tarnish the glory of your ancestors!"

The magician who hurried over recognized Royer's identity as soon as he landed. Seeing Martina who was forced to collapse in a corner, he tried to wake up this crazy person with the most important thing for nobles.

Royer glanced back, then the corners of his mouth turned up, his smile was bitter, and the sarcasm was beyond words.

"Miss Martina, the dead Squirrelman needs justice."

Martina was stunned for a moment, her big eyes were full of confusion: "Squirrel Man?"

Royer understood her reaction, smiled and stabbed the knife out.

"No more Roy Fedina..."