Chapter 747: Twenty-three. Eve (1)

The dark room was empty.　Watch the latest and most complete novels
This description seems to be improper. Opposite himself, a black-haired teenager is sitting. The afterglow of the setting sun makes people unable to see his face. From the appearance, he is undoubtedly a person.
However, that was a huge misunderstanding.
On the desk and on the carpet, due to the figure cast by the sunset, it was huge enough to occupy almost the entire room, and it was as if it were a creature. In a strangely quiet room, only the low-pitched sound of a machine called a constant temperature system is operating. This buzzer seems to be a little louder at the moment, and the lack of realism is increasing the concentration.
Not only that.
(……red……)
Unable to close the eyelids, the heart wriggled.
Outside the window was a city street shrouded in the setting sun, and there was a round of setting sun, but the overwhelming presence of the shadow erased the scenery outside. In the tumbling shadow, a touch of red reflected light was burned into the retina like ablation, let alone looking away, it was difficult to close the eyes.
(Red eyes...)
Eyes shining with unknown light look deeper than the darkness around them, like an endless abyss that can hold everything in the world. Just staring like this, it feels like the soul is going to sink into that abyss.
There is no emotion and no heat. It looks like another kind of dark red light penetrates into the body, and penetrates mercilessly, touching the soul. "Self" is being rewritten and is "becoming not yourself". Furious, anxious, shame, and fear are stirring together and tearing the mind, and the body and the soul instantly break and flutter like a rag. And then engulfed—
The screams burst out, and the horrible scenery disappeared.
Breathe.
As if to stay away for a long time, the fresh air filled the lungs, and the paralyzed hand wiped the sweat from the forehead and covered the eyes. After a while, the refocused green eyes opened, reflecting Roland who handed the glass.
"Thank you."
The warm white water flushes away the bitterness from the mouth, and the cool sweetness spreads in the mouth and nasal cavity.
"mint?"
"Mint can refresh your mind, and a cup of warm mint water is good for your spirit and stomach."
The cup and tray were handed to the waiter, and the teenager waved. The waiter bowed and retreated. It was only then that Minerva discovered his ears--
Humanity?
The queen girl finally reflected and looked around. The small, ornately decorated space, the receding scenery outside the window, the vibrations coming from under her feet—obviously, she was in the carriage of a certain train.
"This is a special train provoked by the consortium. We are on our way to Rudes, about 2 to 3 days later. We will be able to return to Wangdu."
"Nayar..."
"Hush."
Roland put his finger up on his lips. Shake your head slowly.
"Don't mention it outside."
"Sorry...I forgot..."
Sigh slowly. Minerva lowered his head, and his face just became weak again.
It was the ruling officer who conveyed the release.
Use violent means. Force minor girls to obey their various reasonable or unreasonable instructions. That's what talents like murderers and rapists can do. As the incarnation of law and morality, we won't go to the department.
As soon as I came up, I was full of slots, which made people feel like they had big headlines. Before waiting for his stiff expression, Mr. Beyond Species made a shocking speech.
After investigation, Your Highness was mistakenly entered into Alfheim because of force majeure, not your own intention, so there was no illegal immigration and unfriendly espionage. In view of this, we intend to send Your Highness back to Charlemagne.
Click, click, rub.
The clock runs safely, and in the sluggish air, the sound of the pendulum and gears is particularly clear.
After a full minute, Minerva suppressed a complex mood and squeezed out a smile.
"This is really a lenient treatment. Isn't it necessary to erase my memory with the operation system, or other means to ensure that I will keep the secret here?"
The most stable and proper means of secrecy is nothing more than killing people and killing their mouths. There is no difficulty in creating a body of a queen girl soaked for several days. If you use dim sum again, if you are ready to find the location of the body and related personnel, the effect will be better. If you want to be lazy, a cement block filled with a beautiful girl will not be found for hundreds of years if it sinks on the bottom of the river.
Because the explosion on the Cassandra Bridge, whether drowning or missing, is a reasonable situation.
Judging from the reactions of the elves so far, they seem to have scruples and have no intention of killing their mouths. However, this does not mean security. There are many special techniques for hypnosis on time and control thinking in the operation system. Although erasing a certain memory is troublesome, as long as the skill is superb, this kind of thing is not impossible.
It seems that they ultimately chose this approach to dispose of themselves.
-Rest assured, I’m not interested in that trick.
The melodious tone made Minerva stunned. The kind of unhurriedness was never disguised. Although the almost disdainful statement made people fierce, it was guaranteed to have a weight that could not doubt its true degree.
I believe in His Highness’ wisdom more than tricks.
The pupil of the dark-haired boy flashed strangely.
No matter what your Highness wants to do, it has nothing to do with me.
The dark and bright red boy raised his mouth and smiled impeccably.
-No change will take place regardless of the status quo or the future. As long as Your Highness has been on the sidelines, you can live forever.
Memory is interrupted here.
Probably at that time, the other party performed some kind of sleeping technique. At the moment, reviewing the memory did not find any contradictions. The experience of Yalfheim these days still exists, and there is no abnormality in reading and writing skills. But when I think of the other party's speech at that time, I still felt shudder and would have that kind of nightmare, also because of the deterrent relationship.
"Always watch..."
Mouth murmured. That speech was really unpleasant, but sadly. That was also a statement that was so irrefutable.
No one cares about the ants’ protests, and no one tries to negotiate with typhoons, earthquakes and floods.
The transcendental species acting on behalf of the human mind is the same as the typhoon flood, and the human transcendental species is not inferior to the grass ants. There is no so-called equality between the two parties, and negotiation is impossible. The human being created by the goddess can only creep on the ground and silently bear the fate of the agent. For better or worse, this is a matter of course.
Resistance? Rebellion?
Just having this kind of thinking is completely contrary to the education and ethics that I have received so far, not to mention that there is no power to do this. Human strategy and wisdom. In front of the huge power that can make the world change with ease. It's no better than ants. Even though thousands of ants are swarming up, it is only a bit tricky for the transcendental species. The ants are simply unable to intervene in the script he wrote.
He didn't even need to send someone to kill Minerva and those who knew the love of Yalfheim through contact with Minerva. Hand gently waved. Dozens of black diamond pillars descended from the sky. After a month, everything will sleep forever under the ice.
No matter the status quo or the future. Nothing will change-as he said at the time.
"I am..."
Leaning against the window, Wei Qi's Zhu lips leaked anxiously and moaned, and his eyes began to heat unconsciously.
What to do-this self-explanatory sentence can't be said. Speaking is meaningless. The elves ready to go, the Alfheim with soft and hard power far beyond the countries, the intricate domestic situation, the fierce battle for the throne, and the transcendental species that can’t be crossed like a cliff-no one can intervene. Among them, it can only be like the audience in the audience, staying silent, watching the actors perform the story on the stage called "reality" until the dust settles.
I have been watching for a lifetime.
The terrible ending was uncomfortable or even disgusting with just thinking.
However, even so, she has no means to change the situation. To be correct, there is no such means in this world.
Just like turning the world around and turning the rivers and lakes upside down, defeating the transcendental species-that kind of miracle, cannot exist.
"What the hell..."
Despair spreads like poison in the body, the corners of the eyes become moist, and tingle in the eyes.
"This kind of thing..."
Knowing not to succumb to despair, but in the face of cruel reality, courage and perseverance alone cannot sustain it.
Everything is meaningless, but human life is just like this-
When he was about to be overwhelmed with tears by despair, his warm and generous hands swept Minerva's eyes.
"it's not like that."
I don't know when, Roland sat next to him, cautiously, as if treating the most important treasure, hugging his trembling shoulders.
"Our value is not that cheap."
Let the girl snuggle in her arms and murmur like a teenager who once tasted that taste.
Once upon a time, I was deterred by the huge difference. I once thought that the so-called life and the world are synonymous with "nothing is lost". In the face of absolute power, we can only accept reasonable or unreasonable arrangements and use the pretext of "fate" to persuade ourselves. .
However, it was just escaping.
Because it is destiny, it cannot be avoided, and because it is destiny, it can only be accepted. All unreasonable use "fate" as a shield, agree with its existence, and then relax.
There is no such easy life.
No one will be asked by someone: "Sometimes they will die anyway, why do you still live." Suicide immediately without doubt. No one has been smooth sailing from birth to death and has never suffered any setbacks. But there is no one who is born to perform the destiny set by others. The so-called "life" and "fate" are to be explored and created in the time until the end of life with your own hands.
It is not a unique conclusion, and even the correctness cannot be clearly confirmed. But Roland believed this from the bottom of his heart. If it were not, the world would really be dark.
"For reality, it can't just be a unilateral passive acceptance. Even if it is inconvenient, even if it can't be changed for a while, you can't give up the possibility..."
This is not an answer or a requirement, not even theory. Purely as a set of human expectations of the world and itself.
Little possibility, only wish.
"Arms...can you relax a little."
There was a shy whisper in his arms. Roland, who was overwhelmed, wanted to withdraw her hand, but Minerva said "just like this", curled up like a satisfied cat in Roland's arms.
"Sorry."
The teenager had nothing to say and hugged with the girl.
Minerva accepted the apology calmly, clinging tightly to his chest, listening to the solid and rapid heartbeat.
Although the declaration of Rolanda's view is somewhat disapproving, it is regarded as a product of calmness in an environment that does not understand the world, and it is completely worthless in the face of the power that controls everything in the world, and in the face of unreasonable death and pain. But on the other hand, Minerva's heart got a wonderful throb from those words.
Soft, warm and gentle. Like a child being held, Minerva felt a sense of peace and happiness permeate into his heart.
(Even so...)
His hug gradually melted the horror and despair condensed in his heart.
(Even if you rely on it this way. It’s nothing.)
The nausea that hit the chest gradually subsided. Probably the so-called cure is this feeling-the thought of the young girl indulged in warmth.
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At the same time when young people depend on ideals and tenderness, another group of people are discussing their ideals.
"Gentlemen, today will be an important day in history!"
The man in the center of the venue waved his fists and flushed. Looks excited. If it weren't for his talk, it would be a little more organized. People may think he is a drunk.
This passionate gentleman is certainly not a street drunkard. He is well dressed. She sprays perfume on her body, wears gold powder on her face, and wears a wig with exquisite workmanship. Standard high society. Even if the emotions were almost out of control, there was no trace of wrinkles on his clothes.
Minister Lucian de Bellamy was a standard gentleman, and he demanded himself at almost any time with almost stringent standards. Everyone who comes in contact with it would never think that Mr. Minister had 15 duels with people in college, three times before he got the official position, and finally he lost his gloves and duel with each other, and pierced his heart with a sword. To win the lawsuit.
To put it bluntly, Viscount Bellamy is a brave nobleman. In a less-than-favorable way, the ambassador is a gentleman pretending to be gentle.
As a nobleman, there should be a lot of etiquette and education. Similarly, as a rough man, or a rough man who sees a good future and benefits, his thinking will become very direct and violent.
"We are about to hunt foxes!"
Bellamy showed a greasy smile, and dozens of big men present here also sneered with understanding.
Hunting fox. It's not about real hunting pleasure, but about killing a man and a woman-Queen Anna of the Kingdom of Castile.
She must die.
After the "Seven-Day War", Castile nations have another opinion and attitude in addition to their grudge against Charlemagne. Some people did not hate Charlemagne because of the defeat and the massacre by Charlemagne during the war. Instead, they regarded Charlemagne as a role model to learn and tried to imitate its rise and reform with Charlemagne’s rise. Domestic politics has made Castilla the world's top power. Going to Charlemagne to study and study is becoming a fashion for many Castilians.
Especially in Catalonia, the remnants of the old Aragon kingdom. Due to the official orders of Castile, they were not allowed to live in the former capital of Aragon, the city of Asograna. During the Seven-Day War, there were not many Aragonese casualties. The Aragonese, who have always hated Castilian rule and tried to seek independence, saw the war as an opportunity to realize their political ideals. They contacted Charlemagne through various channels in hopes of obtaining financial, military, and political assistance. Overthrow Castile's rule, expel the Habsburg family, and restore the territory of the old Aragonese kingdom.
In this situation, Charlemagne's expansionists began to intervene in Castile's political situation, trying to remotely control Castile's political situation and implementing modernization reforms imitating Charlemagne. They frequented university campuses, instilled ideas such as "Charlieman's Moon is Round", "Everything is an institutional problem", and privately organized the "Student Union" to provide funds and printing equipment to support their promotion. . They kept in touch with the Aragonese and spurred the Aragonese to act as the "fifth column" to create "certain events" at the appropriate time. At that time, Charlemagne will take decisive action to allow the Aragonese to prosper in their "ancestors". "The Land"...
Among the many matters, the biggest hand-written reformist was too much to propose the introduction of Charlemagne military advisers to carry out military reforms. As if this was not enough, they also proposed that the Charlie Mann train two brigades, a "training team" of about 800 people, to replace the existing guards to "protect the royal security".
As long as he is not a fool, he can see what Charlie Man is doing.
Among many opponents, Queen Anna is undoubtedly the most eye-catching one. On weekdays, the gentle and kind queen was deeply stimulated by the unscrupulous behavior of the Charlemagne, and soon publicly stated that "Uncle can bear the aunt can not bear", not only frequently whispered to Philip II, but also repeatedly expressed "Charlie Man’s behavior and The aggression is the same", calling her subjects to stand up to resist Charlemagne.
I changed a sensible diplomat. In this case, most of them would obediently pick up their tails, and wait for the wind to pass before considering other tricks. But Minister Bellamy is not a general diplomat. He is impulsive and bloodthirsty. More importantly, he is a prince of Bernard and has a deep relationship with Titans.
So far, all actions in Castile are behind the control of Titans, or the arbitrary behavior of the second prince.
Since discovering that Richelieu intends to support Prince Charles, Prince Bernard has been in a high degree of anxiety and impetuousness. Although he has the support of Titans and the consortium, Prince Wang is now in a state where the general trend is gone, but he has no idea of ​​relaxation.
The crown prince suffered a heavy blow, but the Army's support for him did not waver. Although Shire was young and did not have a mother family who could provide strong support, behind him was not only a Minerva who was engaged to the successor of the consortium, but also Richelieu's increasingly obvious support. Allowing things to go on like this will only keep you away from the throne.
The means to solve these troubles are quite limited. The most direct violence is to kill your brothers and sisters, but this idea is not feasible, and there is no need to do so now. Another relatively roundabout way is to build war power, expand the scale of Titans, and use powerful force as a backup to safely ascend to the throne.
The latter method is obviously more appropriate, but after calming down the crown rebellion, Titans has little to fight. The war in the north has nothing to do with them, and it has also stopped. The battle for colonies overseas is the business of the navy. For a time, there was no war in the big world of Nuo?
How can there be such a thing! Now that the turmoil is over, then we will create a new turmoil!
The second prince and the generals of Titans think so and do so, given that they have waited impatiently, and what they need now is a distinguished, glorious, huge victory, a normal small fight Obviously, they can't satisfy them...
"Great war!"
Bellamy waved his arm hard~EbookFREE.me~ shouted with determination:
"What we need is a big-hearted war!"
Not only the minister, but the Titans inside and outside the venue held all their breaths, and their eyes were green.
The belligerent nature of these Titans soldiers has been completely awakened. After trying the joy of killing, after the stimulation of the battle, wine, women, drugs have become uninteresting stuff. Only killing, plundering, and destruction can temporarily calm their hunger and thirst.
"We only have one brigade, and the opponents have thousands of guards stationed at the Astoria Palace. But I am convinced that you are all elite warriors who have fought through thousands of battles! The cowardly Castile The Asians are not opponents of the kings at all!"
No longer able to suppress the passion in his heart, imagining Queen Anna's horrified expression, Minister Bellamy raised his hands and shouted:
"For the great Charlemagne, comrades and masters! Charlemagne in the new era, let us go and hunt the mother fox!" (To be continued...)