Realm of Power

"The embarrassment just now made you laugh. The food in the prison is definitely not delicious, let alone Salander's Kyoto-style food. It is really a nostalgic taste!" Ferrandir wiped the bread from his mouth without saying anything. He seemed to think this was the last meal in his life. He calmly adjusted his new prison clothes.

He tried hard to pat the grass clippings on his clothes carefully, then looked at Statunko with a calm look and smiled slightly.

"Okay, I was transferred here a few days ago. I knew I couldn't escape this day. The empire needs Salander to be stable, so it will definitely not let hidden dangers like mine go unresolved. I can't live for two more years." What an extravagant wish, I just want to be happy, please choose a skilled executioner, I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of pain! "

Stetunko rolled his eyes and looked at the Son of the Sky with interest, who sounded self-deprecating and fearful of pain. From the Son of the Sky's tone, he felt a calmness similar to relief.

"It's not easy to want to die!" He said coldly, "I'm not here to execute you, and you don't have to die!"

"Didn't they purposely escort me to Salander Kyoto and behead me in public?" Ferrandir raised his head in astonishment and glanced at Statunko's face, as if he wanted to make sure that the imperial general's words were true. How believable!

"If I want you to die, you would have died several times two years ago!" Statunko looked at Ferranti, who wanted to die, sighed, stretched out his hand, and a guard handed over a document. into his hand,

Statunko opened the file, looked at it, and said unexpectedly, "It's really interesting. This file stored in Salander Kyoto says that during the twenty-three years you lived in Salander Kyoto, it seemed like It was not pleasant, and there were two recorded suicides, but they were discovered in time by the servants around him, once at the age of eight, and again at the age of seventeen. They both chose to cut the blood from the whole body! "

Statunko's voice paused and he closed the document in his hand. "As a descendant of the prophet, you should be proud of it, but you seem to be dissatisfied with the blood of the Prophet Ferran family flowing through you? You seem to be able to Tell me why?"

"There's no reason, I just don't like the name Ferran!" Ferrandir laughed out loud, but there was an uncontrollable pain in his laughter. Of course, he remembered the more than 20 years of reading under Salander's surveillance in Kyoto. A memory as dark as night. The surname Ferran, among the descendants of the Ferran family, the Ferran bloodline is not an honor but the most painful curse. Descendants of the Ferran family generally do not live beyond the age of forty. For a long time, Ferrantier has He thought it was a genetic disease in his family that was at fault, but later he found out that this was not the case.

The Phelan family seems to be very prosperous on the outside. According to the regulations of the temple, members of the Phelan family have the status of temple priests since they were born, and have received temple education since childhood. This is a model similar to brainwashing. In fact, every descendant is under the surveillance of Kyoto and the temple from birth.

Because they are the most pious and honor the prophet, they are the priests of the Phelan family. The history of their ancestors is full of exploration, but as their age and understanding increase, what the obscure files reveal shocks them. Once a member of the Felan family crosses the bottom line that should not be crossed and comes into contact with the truth of the past, they will be imprisoned by the temple for various reasons, and eventually die one by one. These dead Felan children, before they die, My biggest wish is to know what kind of person the real ancestor Feilan is!

"Really? That's such a pity! It seems you won't be interested anymore!"

Statunko glanced at Ferrandir, who lowered his head and deliberately avoided the topic. He shook his head indifferently, "The reason why I escorted you to Salander Kyoto this time is because there is a person who wants to meet." You, but now it seems that this is no longer necessary, although the man has been to the burial place of the real prophet!"

"The burial place of the prophet?" A wry smile appeared on Ferrandir's lips. "If you mean the temple under Umutuo, then I have already been there. There is nothing to regret!"

"Stupid, don't tell me that the prophet's burial place is in Umutuo. You and I both know very well that the prophet's last years were not spent there, and the prophet's real secret is also not there. The underground palace in the holy land of Umutuo is just a poor woman’s memory of the prophet!”

Statunko curled his lips disdainfully. As the southern governor who was ordered to clean up the Black Forest rebellion and killed tens of thousands of Black Forest people, he had of course been to the temple under the ebony tower. He just looked at it out of curiosity. At first glance, there is nothing special, just an ordinary palace.

According to the fat man's order, Statunko ordered that all the statues in the palace be moved.

Ferrandir's face became serious. He began to realize the true meaning of Statunko's words. His shocked face could no longer remain calm. "You mean that person who once visited the real burial place of the prophet?" land!""

Statunko nodded silently,

Ferrandir's eyes suddenly became bright, as if a flame was blazing inside. He had been to the Underground Palace of Umutuo, and although he saw something close to the truth, it was definitely not a tomb there, but just a monument of sacrificial temples. There wasn't even the rumored coffin of the saint. He could feel the tone of the imperial general in front of him filled with unquestionable confidence, which showed that there was no need to lie to him!

"Who is that person?" he asked with a trembling voice.

"That's all I can tell you. Get ready and go see him tomorrow!" Statunko glanced at him. He believed that this was enough to arouse the hope of this descendant of Ferran to live. As long as this guy If you still want to live, you won't do anything stupid tomorrow. The world is not scary to the dead, but to the lunatics who are not afraid of death!

If something goes wrong with His Majesty because of this matter, he will be completely embarrassed.

Statunko turned and left the cell. The prison officer quickly closed the heavy cell door, leaving Ferrandir standing there as if his soul had been taken away. His mind was completely filled with thoughts. It’s such a mess, my God, is it possible that someone really entered the burial place of the prophet!

It took a full ten minutes for the descendant of Ferran to recover from the shock.

"Why, why can you enter the burial place of the prophet without a key!" He said to himself with a dark expression. He sat down in the corner of the prison with trembling hands and feet, his eyes looking a little uncertain.

His right hand subconsciously touched the heraldic ring representing the Feilan family on the middle finger of his left hand. The once gold-plated starry sky heraldry now looked very dim. It was mentioned in the files kept secretly by the family that there was something that could change the entire world. Whoever can enter can change the world! He had this idea and wanted to use that terrifying power to avenge his family. The reason why he had such confidence. It is because it is rumored that the key to unlocking the secret of the Prophet's Bone Burial Ground is in his hand. No one can unlock the secret of the Bone Burial Ground except himself. The key is the family crest ring that the Prophet left behind back then. It's impressive. The famous starry sky ring!

Of course Statunko didn't know this. He told Ferrandir in advance just to avoid any surprises.

The lame governor stepped out of the prison door. A carriage from the Governor's Palace was waiting outside, and a guard opened the door. Statunko stepped onto the carriage, paused for a moment, raised his head and looked at the sky, and then muttered to the prison officer who was following cautiously behind him, "Pay attention. If something goes wrong, commit suicide!"

"My subordinates understand...!" The prison officer was so frightened by Statunko's words that he shuddered and said quickly

It was a difficult night for prison officer Hakeqi. Thinking of the Governor's words before leaving, he didn't dare to close his eyes all night, in order to ensure that there would be no problems with the prisoner. He almost wished he could live directly in Ferrandir's prison. That night, Ferrandir was rarely quiet, which finally made the prison officer Hakqi feel relieved.

When the morning light of the next day illuminated the streets of Salander Kyoto, the door of Ferrandir's prison was opened heavily.

Ferrandir stood up, patted the grass clippings on his body, and walked up the steps leading to the road under the escort of a group of guards. The morning sun was not dazzling, but for Ferrandir who had been in darkness for a long time, , His eyes were crying due to the stimulation of the sun, and it took him more than ten seconds to see the scene in front of him clearly.

He was a little surprised. He saw two teams of cavalry standing in front not far away. This was not a formation for ceremonial purposes. All the cavalry were equipped with combat armor. There was a black carriage with no visible markings in the middle of the cavalry. Yesterday, the young general opened the car door from inside and gestured to him, "Come in!"

Ferrandir walked towards the carriage with a strange expression and sat down opposite the young general. The young general closed the door and patted the carriage with his hand. The carriage shook slightly and began to move forward. Through the window, he glanced at his companions outside the window. The black cavalry, Ferrandir suddenly said in a serious voice, "There is not a single guard in the carriage. Aren't you afraid that I will be harmful to you?"

"I believe you won't!"

Statunko smiled noncommittally, looking out the window at the bustling streets of Salander Kyoto, which was even more prosperous than in the past, and said casually, "Although my martial arts skills are not very good, and I was only at the level of a trainee knight at the time, I am still better than It's much better for you to be a sacrifice! And I know that you have always been looking forward to unlocking the secret of the prophet's burial place. Based on this, you will not be so stupid!"

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The wheels of the carriage made a crisp friction sound on the winding mountain road leading to the Starlight Palace. Ferrandir's face became more and more solemn.

His eyes looked through the window at the familiar and beautiful wilderness outside. The scenery was beautiful and vigorous. The sky in the distance was like a long silver line set on the rolling hills. The milky white smoke from the kitchen blended with the gray birch forest. Together, the walls, roof ridges, tree tops, and street corners on the roadside seem to be covered with a layer of golden sunshine.

As the carriage went higher and higher along the winding mountain road, the scenery below began to become smaller, and Ferrantier's face became paler. The Starlight Hall is the burial place of Prophet Ferran described in the temple records. , as a descendant of Prophet Ferran, everyone will enter the Starlight Palace to study after the age of six. There are indelible memories of Ferrantier here, including happiness, pain, and more sadness!

The carriage stopped at the steps of the Starlight Palace, and the door was opened by a guard squadron leader beside the steps. Statunko got off the carriage, followed by the somewhat haggard Ferrandir. Statunko turned to that A Guards squadron leader asked, "Is Your Majesty up?"

"Lord Statunko, Your Majesty is up and is discussing some matters with Princess Nile in the temple hall!" The guard captain respectfully gave a military salute to Statunko, and then to Ferran next to him. Till took a look and replied, "I'll inform your Majesty right away!"

"Thank you!" Statunko nodded kindly.

"S... Statunko!"

Ferrandir, who was standing next to him, had already been stunned by this conversation. He had never expected it. This is a young general who admits he has some talent. He is the number one general of the Falcon Empire. Even though the stars of the Falcon Empire are countless, this star named Statunko is definitely as dominant as the North Star.

Then the one spoken of by the first general of the empire is His Majesty. . . . Apart from that terrible person, who else could it be! , at this moment, Ferrandir had the urge to turn around and flee. Although he had always been very proud, this pride was in front of the Supreme Emperor of the Empire who was sweeping across the continent. He had been beaten long ago and his face was gone. He would always remember that the tens of thousands of troops in the Black Forest were like leaves blown up by the strong wind and torn apart in front of the iron hoof of the Empire Supreme. The more than 100,000 Black Forest people Death is just a flip of a switch for this empire supreme!

"Don't be so nervous. The person who wants to see you is His Majesty! The person who enters the burial ground is also His Majesty!" Statunko patted the already dull Ferrandir on the shoulder. The son of the sky now looks like It’s kind of funny! At this moment, the Guards squadron leader just walked over. Whisper to Statunko, "His Majesty ordered that only he be allowed to enter alone!"

Statunko nodded, turned to Ferandier, and smiled sarcastically, "Look. Your Majesty still values ​​you more than me! Take advantage of it, for the sake of Prophet Ferran's final sustenance, and for yourself! If Resistance is an act of bravery, so now, Your Majesty hopes that there will be no more bloodshed! And for the first time, the choice of all this has been given to the Salanders."

With a rare seriousness on his face, Ferrandir bowed to Statunko, "I am very honored. Thank you for your guidance, Your Excellency." Ferrandir walked steadily through the three-step, tightly guarded steps. Entering the hall, there were Imperial Guards standing on both sides of the hall. When they saw Ferrandir coming in, two sharp spears suddenly crossed and blocked his way. The Guards officers holding spears stared at him, but Not a word was spoken.

The guard squadron leader who was leading the way explained, "I'm sorry, they want to see if you have any weapons on you." Ferrandir nodded and raised his hands cooperatively for them to search. The two guards who searched the body acted very skillfully. They searched quickly, and then made a gesture to their companions behind them, and the guards moved out of the way.

Ferrandir walked into the hall with a complicated heart. He expected to see a fierce and strong man. The Vekia Falcon is known as the Imperial God of War. He has never been defeated in the battlefield, and countless famous generals from the mainland have died in his hands. According to many outside rumors, this empire lived in In Ferrandir's imagination, the most terrifying person on this land, this war-god-like man who conquered everything, should be a burly, domineering king. Although he was fully mentally prepared, For a moment, he was still so surprised that he couldn't speak.

The light from the skylight at the top of the temple shrouds the entire hall in a light yellow halo. At the desk at the end of the hall, a young man is reviewing the document before writing it. He is slightly fat and has no time. , he shook his head slightly, and fiddled with the black hair covering his eyes on the edge of his chin with his fingers. The movements were deft and pleasing to the eye, which made Ferandier look a little stunned. Although there were some differences in appearance, the feeling was really like seeing his ancestor Ferran. The prophet was resurrected in this temple

"What's going on?"

Ferrantier was extremely shocked. Upon closer inspection, he found that the Falcon Emperor had no resemblance to Ferran's ancestor at all. Why did he misunderstand him in the first place?

It suddenly dawned on him that the similarity between this Falcon Emperor and his ancestor Felan was not in appearance, but in charm. Just like the prophet back then, he has a deep temperament that makes people feel as calm and peaceful as water. His appearance is handsome and a bit honest, his eyes are as bright as the black sky but so clear, and his eyes reveal Profound wit.

"Ferrandir, pay homage to your majesty!" After an unknown amount of time, he came to his senses and bowed deeply to the fat man.

"Are you Ferandier?" The fat man raised his head and glanced at him. His eyes were as clear as the sky, like the sea, and like the purest night. They were profound and unfathomable, as if there was an infinite and vast universe in it, but he couldn't see it. show any emotion.

It was hot in June, but the temple on the top of the mountain was cool. But sweat broke out on Ferrandir's back.

He knew that the person in front of him at this moment was the strongest king in this continent.

The territory he ruled was wider than that of the Thousand-Year Dynasty; at least the Thousand-Year Dynasty did not conquer Salander.

Under his command, he had the largest and most powerful army in the entire continent. Because of her, the entire continent was piled with corpses and rivers of blood. Millions of people died. Countless cities and villages were destroyed. And because of him, five hundred years of turmoil began. After being contained, the mainland returned to a prosperous world, all because he wanted it! With his ability and power, this is an existence that is almost close to God! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!