To Four Thousand Years Later

When Charles returned to Yashen City, the setting sun was about to fall. He followed Tupin. The two hurried into the inner city, and no one came to stop them.

But even so. The atmosphere in the city was too quiet.

"Is it usually this quiet here? Charles asked in his heart to communicate with Turpin through psychic power.

"Of course not," Tuping Zhizhi shook his head slightly, "This is Yashen, not a small village. It's not like you can't see people when it gets dark... It's just that some people are dying.

"I see. Charles said silently with a twist of his mouth.

He saw several heavily armed guards standing in front of the entrance to the boulevard leading to the castle. There are also oiled iron chains tied to seven or eight trees, like a fence to protect the castle in it, although it is not dark yet. But all the torches inserted outside the silent spiers of the castle were already lit.

This castle in Yashen City seemed to Charles. The most distinctive place is the torch on the outer wall. There are about five or six stories in the castle, but the torches are not just on the upper floors. Instead, there are arrangements on each floor—even where there are no windows. Can not help but make people curious. How on earth did they light the torches. And Charles took a closer look, only to discover the exquisite design. Although it seems that the torches on each floor are horizontal, in fact, twelve torches are spirally descending synchronously. torches. If oil is injected from the top layer, the oil will be poured into the oil pots of each layer. Then ignite it from above, and extend the flame down layer by layer along the oil tank. Light the torches on each floor. It is probably similar to the structure of a champagne tower. Just a lot more refined.

"Who designed this, Floros? I mean the design of the torch." Charles couldn't help asking in his mind.

He thought whoever designed this was a genius.

"It's you, Your Highness."

Tupin's gentle voice sounded in Charles's heart: "You designed it when you were sixteen years old... Although you hadn't awakened at that time, your extraordinary wisdom has unconsciously manifested.

Oh, that's it. Charles blinked, suddenly glad that he didn't say the second half of the sentence just now. Otherwise, if I praised myself fiercely, wouldn't I look a little embarrassed...

"When you get here, you have to be more careful when you speak. Standing outside the range of the castle's flames, Tupin suddenly whispered in his heart. Seeing the two of them standing here, the patrolling soldiers hurried over to Tuping. The governor and Prince Charles saluted respectfully. Then they walked through the castle and found a trail that was not chained, but was guarded by several knights and spies who were watching secretly.

When the guards who were about to lead the way were politely sent away by Tuping, Charles lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice: "It seems that Your Majesty...is not optimistic.

"yes.

Tupin nodded slightly, as if he was chatting with Charles, and also as if he was popularizing science with him. He said softly: "Since Your Majesty was cursed by that witch two years ago. After suffering from severe edema, his health has been deteriorating.

"Edema disease...

Charles raised his brows, and asked calmly, "Have you become heavier recently?"

"yes."

"Isn't it...can't heal him?"

"Your Highness, I've said it all. Although Old Tuping knows a little bit of magic, he is still a mortal after all. He still can't do that kind of thing."

Floros turned around. Looking at Charles with deep meaning: "After all, everyone has misfortune... You don't need to be sad."

"That's what you said." Charles nodded sadly, his eyes slightly closed.

I see. But he was very calm in his heart. Can anyone here see themselves? Or can you hear voices? Can't even use psionic power at will? Charles looked up and surveyed the surrounding scenery.

Is it a spy? ...It's the fire.

Although he hadn't put on his own ring yet, so his soul hadn't started to burn... But with his current level of psychic power, he could already feel that there seemed to be someone looking at him in every torch. Charles kept quiet and walked into the castle with Tupin.

The interior of the castle is unexpectedly bright and warm. It's like trying to drive the cold and darkness away from here.

But Charles suddenly raised his head and looked at the man walking towards him around the corner.

When the man saw Charles, he showed a reserved and warm smile, and waved from a distance, very friendly.

Charles just blinked, then raised the corners of his mouth, walked up quickly, and patted the young man's thin shoulder affectionately. But in fact, Charles could clearly see that the person on the head was a red business card that Charles hadn't seen for a long time.

Carloman, seventeen years old.

"Brother, come here... Dear Sir Turpin, Carloman pays tribute to you."

Carloman's clear, youthful voice sounded, a little melancholy in it.

He moved closer to Charles. He whispered, "Father...he wants to see you."

Well, I came here as soon as I heard the news.

Charles nodded, and walked side by side with Carloman, frowning slightly: "How is the father?"

"It's not very good. I can't lie down anymore recently, and I can't sleep."

Carloman whispered: "It must be the fault of the Goths...the group of self-proclaimed orthodox barbarians. Only they can raise witches. And I heard from my father that they have not been very safe at the border recently.

"That's it. Charles just nodded. He responded calmly and casually.

Carloman frowned in disappointment.

He emphasized: "The Goths are very likely to take the opportunity to invade recently. Now the father is critically ill, and General Gerald is also injured by an arrow. I am a little worried...".

"Father must have considered everything. We don't need to think too much. Charles interrupted Carloman and said calmly: "We have to trust the wisdom of Father. "

Carloman smiled awkwardly: "Well, I think so."

He took Charles to the bedroom and asked softly, "Brother, what do you want to drink? I'll order someone to prepare it first. Wine, fruit tea...Or as usual, some iced barley tea?"

"Get a fruit tea for Charles and me too. The fruit in season is pretty good."

Tuping next to him suddenly made a sound, and said slowly: "He still has business to do in the future, so he can't drink alcohol."

"Ok."

Carloman shrugged disapprovingly.

It happened that the three of them came to Pepin III's bedroom. Carloman didn't speak any more, he just opened the door and stepped aside, bowing his head respectfully to Charles and Turpin.

Charles walked in first as if he hadn't noticed anything. Turpin followed behind Charles, and took a thoughtful look at Carloman before entering. Wait for the two to go in. Carloman closed the door gently.

"This cunning old fox is finally showing his tail..."

Carloman sneered, turned and left.