Sword of Daybreaker

The maid with dark hair and black dress walked in the corridor illuminated by the soft lights. The sound of boots pounding on the ground rang rhythmically in Lord Bomayr's ears. This crisp voice even made his overly chaotic mind cool a little. Then, after realizing that his mental state is really getting better, the inner court aristocrat couldn't help but look at the other side: "Miss Diana, thank you for your comfort ..."

"Raising your hand-after all, your state just wasn't suitable for meeting Your Majesty," said the Maid Captain with a look of indifference, and then stood in front of the door. "Go in, Your Majesty is waiting for you."

Before they knew it, they had reached the end of the corridor.

Lord Bommel standing at the door couldn't help but swallowed and looked at the black gold-grain wooden door in front of him. This reception room in the dormitory area was special. With his title, there was almost no chance to come here. However, now the great emperor Rosetta sent his maid to pick him up and let him see him here ...

This caused the Lord's mind to come up with various speculations.

Then he settled down, rang the door gently, and pushed in the door after getting permission.

In the soft, thick carpeted room, bright lights spilled from the roof, illuminating the furnishings in the reception room. The master was sitting on a high-back chair by the window, and turned his head to look at it.

"Close the door, Lord Bomayr," Rosetta Augustus nodded to the late-night visitor in front of him. "Then sit in this chair and talk about why you chose to meet me so late."

Lord Bomayr immediately turned his head to close the door, then turned and walked forward two steps, sitting opposite the emperor Rosetta. He felt the sweat on his forehead again, and his heart throbbed-he finally arrived. When he spoke, however, he found that the great courage he had accumulated before stepping out of the house had already consumed most of this road. At this moment, every breath he took was weakening his will and letting his fear of death slowly occupy. Have the upper hand.

Rosetta's deep eyes stared silently at this side, Lord Bomayr's heart was agitated, and under those eyes' gaze, he suddenly revived his courage and broke the silence with a particularly hoarse voice: "Hmm ... Your Majesty, I first ask for your forgiveness. I am rebellious ... I can't guarantee that I can finish my words later, so please remember every keyword I say--

"Your Majesty, the throat of Orandale! Gawain Cecil intervened! The cult's lair! The sleeper!"

A cold chill that pierced into the soul spreads up along the spine instantly. Lord Bommel felt his entire cervical spine puncture, and his brain was buzzing-death was coming, he triggered the alarm. His own brain must be dying fast, he is about to pay the price for his greed for strength and mysterious knowledge years ago ...

The only thing that is gratifying is that the numerous exercises in his mind before going out worked. In the shortest time, he successfully spoke out all the keywords before the brain nerves died, and did not come up with any **** "end of life" "In this way, even if His Majesty does not understand all the content he wants to convey, at least he can conduct a series of investigations based on keywords, and then ...

Block that terrible extraterrestrial wanderer out of the door of the empire.

Lord Beaumel leaned quietly on his chair, closed his eyes calmly, and waited for death to come.

A few seconds later, he found that he was still breathing, but death had not arrived as scheduled.

The brain is throbbing, and the heart is a little uncomfortable, but it doesn't look like a sign of death, but it is just a simple tension.

Lord Bomayr opened his eyes in confusion. He looked down at his body and muttered subconsciously: "This ... I'm not dead?"

"It seems so," said the voice of Emperor Rosetta calmly, and finally returned to the confused Lord Lord Mayer, who looked up and saw the emperor watching silently Looking at myself, there was something ... intriguing in his expression, "Lord Bomayr, you look alive."

Rosetta waved to him before Pommel questioned: "Diana, Lord, I need a refreshing glass of cold wine."

The dark-haired maid walked out of nowhere for a second, holding a glass of wine that was constantly decreasing in temperature until he took it, and Lord Bomayr didn't seem to react to what happened. He was subconscious. Thanks authentic, took a sip of wine almost instinctively, and finally the cold feeling finally restored his thinking ability: "Your Majesty, I ..."

"Answer my question first," Rosetta looked at Bomayer's eyes. "Are you shrouded in the fear of death just now? You carry a curse that can kill you-it will be based on you A keyword starts on its own? Does it work related to your spirit, or something that monitors thoughts, words and deeds? "

"Yes ... yes, Your Majesty," Lord Bommel replied honestly. "It should have been this way, but why ..."

"This room shields all spiritual spells," Rosetta adjusted her sitting position on the chair, calmly. "In fact, it shields almost all spell effects, including curses rooted in itself, and remote mental monitoring, leading to The psychological implication of suicide, and all the magic of harm that starts over time. "

Lord Bomayr's eyes widened slowly and his face was unbelievably unbelievable.

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 are not sure about Lord Bomayr. "The curse will delay the onset."

Bomayer noticed that there was still a fourth person in the room—the legendary mage association president seemed to be standing there all the time, but it wasn't until Rosetta spoke that he saw the man wearing a lilac dress A graceful and elegant lady walked slowly from there.

The opponent holds a mysterious orb that seems to be completely condensed by magic. The runes on the surface of the orb are the intangible power it emits, sheltering the entire room.

In amazement, Lord Bomayr subconsciously said to himself: "Why ..."

"Since the day before yesterday, four people have died bizarrely when trying to" report "," said Windsor Mapel, who held the ball. The legendary mage looked at Bomayer, and the pair were full. The eyes of Arcane Energy seem to be able to see all the secrets, "The details are amazing and consistent-they seem to try to say something to others before death, or convey information by means of hints and riddles, but just after they have paid their thoughts The brains were burned at the instant of action. "

"Two of them died in the Obsidian Palace, and the other two went to find the Duke of Perdina and the Duke of Seven, respectively," the Emperor Rosetta continued. "Maybe there are more similar situations-just no report yet, Or they didn't even have time to reach the person who wanted to talk, and accidentally uttered a key word at home and died. "

Beaumayer was stunned, and then he could not help expressing his fear.

It turned out that he didn't even have the opportunity to say those well-conceived keywords ... Fortunately, when he was practicing at home, he did not dare to turn his thoughts into words and deeds in reality, but only superficially simulated in the surface consciousness ... ...

"After such an incident, the think tank of the Royal Mage Association immediately analyzed the possible reasons. We believe that a certain crisis has occurred and a large number of insiders are trying to alert the royal family, but all the insiders are being monitored by some kind. The mind's spells control or are planted a curse that will ignite itself with the keywords, "Windsor Mapel said slowly." Currently the Royal Mage Association and the Rangers' undercover agents are secretly monitoring the entire Austrian Deldernan, look for potential 'warning people' and try to bring them to this room while ensuring their survival.

"But you came here on your own initiative, Lord Bomayr. This is a surprise for us."

Rosetta nodded and looked at Lord Bomayr's eyes: "Fortunately, Ms. Windsor's powerful power successfully blocked the underlying curse, which proves that some of our judgments are correct, and you, Bomeier Lord ... now prove that another part of our judgment is equally correct. Let me elaborate on what your keywords mean, and what kind of crisis is threatening my empire? "

Lord Bomayr blinked, and finally completely calmed down after he thoroughly understood the situation, with a kind of indifference and a hint of luck that straddled life and death, he smiled bitterly and said calmly: "Your Majesty, I have been power and knowledge Bewildered, I accepted the 'gift' that I should not accept, and I was ... a 'perpetual sleeper'.

"Your Majesty, at the throat of Orandale, there is a secret lair, which is shrouded by powerful spiritual hints of force fields and a large-scale dream restraint, which has always been ignored by everyone ..."

...

To the north of Olde, to the south of Shadow Marsh, a black-painted magic train is quietly docking beside the newly constructed platform.

This is the earliest completed magic train station in the Tifeng Empire and one of the transportation hubs to the neighboring Cecil Empire.

As early as the Anzu era, when the Cecil Empire was still the "Principality of Cecil," related projects had already begun. At that time, the Archduke of Cecil and the Tifeng Empire signed a trade agreement and passed a railway line at the foot of the Dark Mountains. Connecting Tifeng is the beginning of the "modern trade" of the two empires-and today the site here is an extension of the railway of the past and one of the projects of the "Cecil Railway Investment Company" in Tifeng.

The high-powered magic crystal lamp is hung high on the lamp post in the center of the platform. The projected light dissipates the darkness near the site, and illuminates the surface of the dark mechanical python. The large and heavy steel machinery is at night. It looks like a dormant giant, and the cold and hard lines are drawn by artificial lights. The staff of the inspection site and the maintenance machinery walk around in the lights and look at it from a distance. Insects in general.

For Tifeng, which has just started its magic train and railway projects, this advanced and expensive precision gadget is far from reaching a large-scale civilian stage. In most cases, it is only devoured by industrial cities in the hinterland of the empire. The transportation line used for raw materials, the tools used to transport goods with Cecil, and late at night at this moment, the only civilian train on this line has also been stopped, resulting in very few people on the huge platform.

Two workers at the inspection platform were handing over in front of the train-the last train today is about to depart for Cecil, full of Tifeng's textiles and preparations of raw materials for alchemy. The other trips made the staff seem lazy.

A figure flickered across the rear of the train, and drew into the interior of this huge industrial machine.

The light in the corresponding area may be a bit faulty, especially dim, and no patrol personnel can see it.

The temperamental, monocle-wearing Yuri, wearing a black jacket, walked quickly in a steel-made "corridor". He went through the freight car that connected the gates and stacked a lot of crates, and in those crates In the nearby shadows, a few pairs of eyes lifted from the darkness and quickly dropped again.

Stepping into the last compartment, more attention was cast from the side.

"Everyone is on board," Yuri whispered succinctly. "There are still 15 minutes to go. To prevent checkpoints and Tifeng people getting in the car, we have to wait until the train stops at Baisha Station. Try to avoid making sounds, let's get past the penultimate carriage, everyone is ready. "

"It's been explained," Wendy said softly from the side. "What's going on outside?"

"Don't worry," Yuri whispered, "There are several key leaders and half of the front-line technicians are Cecilians-the technology transfer and training cycle has not yet ended, and Tiefon needs Cecilians to They are here to teach them how to control these large and complex machines and manage the railway system, so tonight, everyone who comes into contact with this train is reliable. "

Wendy exhaled softly, and then slowly glanced across the carriage. She recalled the shock when she first saw this magic machine, and recalled the outside "station" full of incredible technology. , Could not help but whispered, "This is really an unimaginable creation ..."

"Yeah, if conditions don't allow it, I really hope to study how this thing moves," Yuri Charvin sighed. "I hope I can have a chance when I get there…"

"I would like to see the Miss Witch Jeepley and watch the Magic Net Radio," Wendy said with a chuckle, "It is said that there are singing" programs "there, and there will be tens of thousands Plan to hear at the same time. "

Yuri immediately shook his head: "Don't even think about it, your singing is afraid of dragging people into eternal sleep."

Wendy immediately countered: "I can sing normally, Archbishop Yuri."

"The Archbishop ... let's give up this title from now on," Yuri sat down in a nearby crate and said in a low tone, "call the name, forget the past, or simply add 'Mr.' and 'Ms. "The title is also good ..."

"It's a good idea," Wendy nodded slightly. "But Mr. Yuri, you're sitting on Mr. Magnum's head, and I'm afraid he's already yelling."

"I can't hear it anyway," Yuri patted the crate under his body lightly, with an indifferent expression on his face, "and it's just a corpse."

Wendy shook her head helplessly, then opened her mouth, and seemed to want to say something, but her expression changed slightly the next moment.

And at the same time, Yuri's expression changed slightly.

All bishops and above of the dormant received an urgent announcement from Meghal III at this moment--

There is an abnormal mind out of the network of everlasting people.

The "whistleblower" appeared.