Twenty Sided Dice

His Majesty the King swayed the cloak behind him, threw aside the etiquette of keeping quiet, and swaggered into the library. He wore an inlaid armor of tawny calfskin, and each of the reinforcing nails was polished like rows of tiny stars twinkling.

"You bastard, I really thought you were going to pack up and get out for a while, but you still have free time to read books here? I didn't expect you to be such a person, and you don't know any etiquette!"

Siegel snorted, put down the book in his hand, didn't even get up, and greeted: "Your Majesty, what else do you have to do with me?"

"You still call me Your Majesty? You say that, but you still don't know how to call me an idiot." Evan slammed a chair away from the table and sat on it. "Marquis of Heimland, Master **, stop pretending, do you think I haven't figured it out yet?"

"What do you want to understand?" This Siegel really didn't expect it.

"If it wasn't for you, I would have run into the trap of the Mage Association with a hot head. But can you talk to me in a more polite way, I'm your king anyway! Are you all like this, magicians? Don't take other people seriously, talk mysteriously, covertly, meander, and always think others are fools?"

It is true that some mages have such a problem, and even like to use ancient texts to carry out daily conversations, making the conversation atmosphere very strange. There are also people who like to mix the dragon language or the elf language into the daily spoken language, which is also very difficult to understand. But Siegel feels that he is not that kind of person. Did Evan think something wrong?

Siegel had doubts in his heart, but he restrained himself, made an inscrutable expression, and said tentatively, "You want to understand? Then tell me, how do you deal with the goblin?"

A smug smile appeared on Evan's face, and his fingers nodded in mid-air, with a strange smile on his face. "The goblins are still to be wiped out, but that decision cannot be made by the Starry Kingdom - it took me a long time to understand what you mean! You are right, if I do nothing and approve the plan for the goblins directly, then It will indeed have a detrimental effect on my future rule, and people will see me as a warlike, impulsive king."

"I hope you're not, too." Siegel sat up straight and looked at him, then said, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to drag some more people into the water." Evan said: "I decided to go to the various temples with great fanfare. Ask them what to do. The Temple of War, the Lord of the Dawn, the Mother of the Earth and even the Temple of Death, of course not even the Mage Association. There will be exceptions. Even if it's a plan they propose, I still have to ask about it formally. Only then will I approve that plan. You're right, sometimes it's not what you can do. It's how you choose Do."

This was definitely not what I was thinking at the time, Siegel thought to himself. At that time, the main idea in his mind was to avoid the planetary colonization plan of the Mage Association, so as to protect the magical advantages brought by the Myr core, and not let himself fall into the endless construction work. So Siegel angered Evan and chose to walk away. Although what he said at the royal meeting was his sincerity, he was actually not that paranoid. He has long known that this is not a world where pure chivalry can survive. History is full of countless compromises, but it is extremely rare to persevere to the end.

But if you think about it carefully, Evan's method is indeed a better idea.

"If multiple temples do not agree with this approach, then the starry royal family also has enough excuses. Even the Mages Association and the elves can do the persuasion work of these temples. I saw the high priest of Aurora at the royal meeting. I have been frowning all the time, maybe when I reach the Temple of Dawn, this matter will not go on. As a saint of Dawn, I should always be able to come to the oracle."

Siegel nodded: "No matter what the gods say, or even not saying anything, it is also an attitude. When the people encounter difficulties, they go back to the temple to pray. For things like interplanetary warfare, the king goes there in person. It is more normal to pray for blessings. In this way, any opinions of the gods can be used as support for your final decision. At that time, there will be fewer twists and turns whether the war starts or not. "

"Well..." Evan curled his lips: "Siegel, why can't you talk about such a good thing?"

"Why, you didn't pay extra for my attitude." Siegel smiled slightly. Now this is an opportunity to ease the relationship and stay, and I have to seize it myself. The history of the rise and fall of the last mage lord is still in hand. Maybe this time there will be a different opportunity.

"By the way, what book are you reading?" Evan asked curiously: "You left me and the entire Imperial Council behind, what are you reading here, is that important?"

"I'm looking at the records of the last mage lord to see how he ruined his family and ruined his reputation." Siegel smiled, "It's a pity that it didn't write how he was defeated. Otherwise I could Learn from it and gain some lessons.”

"Accumulate knowledge for possible conspiracy in the future?" Evan said jokingly.

"Treasury never requires knowledge," Siegel replied. "Internal, external, all sorts of reasons, knowledge and skills are often the least important. You know what I found from the book. What? I only saw a conspiracy, a conspiracy to steal. Your Majesty, if things can always be as they appear on the surface, how much trouble can be saved!"

"Come with me, Siegel." Evan said, "Don't call me His Majesty the King, just call me by my name and tell me the truth."

"Okay, didn't everything I say before were flattering lies?" Siegel said, but he stood up and walked out side by side with the king.

The guards in front of the palace have long driven the irrelevant people away, leaving enough space for two people. From the library, ruled by the light of candles, into the sun, the last breath of greenery before winter replaces the ink of history. Evan walked slowly, and Siegel slowly followed.

"Is the magic circle in the palace unable to stop you?" Evan asked suddenly.

"I can't say that." Siegel replied: "This magic circle makes me very uncomfortable in choosing spells. I can't cast many spells, but it can't stop me from forcibly destroying them. In short, there are a lot of delicate spells. I can't do tricks, but I can use brute force."

"Well," Evan said after taking a deep breath, "Is it true that for some people in the Mage Association and the Academy, this magic circle is just a decoration on a certain level?"

"That's right." Siegel nodded. From patching the dungeon's teleportation array loophole, he has already discovered this problem. There are many places in the palace's magic circle that have failed, and there are traces of spying by magic recently. The Mage Association or the Academy have already taken it seriously, maybe they are the main promoters.

"I always thought that the Star Fortress was impregnable." Evan shook his head: "You know my father died in an accident while hunting, but do you know where he died? I'll tell you. It's not In the hunting ground outside the city, but after returning from hunting, he died in the palace. He fell off his horse inexplicably, and then rolled down the steps for more than ten steps. Although he has grown a lot, he used to be very skilled. Good warrior, never imagined he would be so embarrassed."

Siegel tilted his head to look at him, and found that Evan's face was full of gloom: "So, you are suspecting that someone is using magic to make a ghost?"

"I hope not, but this matter makes me sleepless. Wiki has already checked, but I'm afraid it will be difficult to find the answer." Evan said: "The Mage Association and the Academy are too powerful and have threatened the rule of the kingdom. .Only knights, even with temples, are difficult to compete with mages."

"I'm also a mage, is this appropriate for you to tell me?" Siegel waved his hand.

"It's true that you're a mage, but it's pedantic," Evan said. "You like to study spells, but you hate everything except this, especially troublesome politics. Before the mage, you were a knight, or you didn't experience it. A knight who lived a noble life. Later, you became a lord. On the one hand, it was Viscount Bill's wish, and on the other hand, it was to raise funds for your spell research. Duke Carlyle once said that you are a very simple person. What might have happened was a treason. He said that you are also a genius among mages, so you have become very arrogant, and you are disdainful to do such a thing."

"Thank you for the compliment, I'm really relieved." Siegel said to Evan: "In fact, I was thinking just now that if the two of us change, I'm afraid I can't accept as much behavior as I did before. In many respects, I'm still a seaman, far from a marquis or something, thanks to you, the king, who can tolerate it."

"I'm also more of a swordsman than a king, we're pretty much the same," Evan said. "In front of those people—you know who I'm talking about—my experience is a bit lacking. What do you think next time? When the time comes, just say it directly. I have enough brains every day, don’t make me tired anymore. UU reading www.uukanshu.com”

Siegel didn't think so deeply. In essence, this was all Evan's own idea, and it took his own brain power, but Siegel nodded and said pretendingly: "Okay, let me pay attention. I I think your attention to the various temples is very good, in fact, I didn't think so deeply."

"Don't be humble, you must have unspoken thoughts."

"One thing to pay attention to. If the temple makes some requests at this time, how will you respond?"

"If the major temples only care about the preferences of the gods and the needs of believers, then what should I worry about as a king? But if the temples try to meddle in politics and try to bypass the king and lord to manage the people, then there will be conflicts. I Some preparations have been made, and it should be able to balance the needs of the temple without affecting it too much."

Siegel nodded and expressed his last worries: "Evan, what if this step is also in the plan of the Master Association?"

Evan stood still, rubbed his hair, and said, "What else can we do? We can't let fear and worry bind our hands and feet. Don't worry, there is no better way anyway, let's do it!" (To be continued.)