Late at night, the snow monster did not appear, but something suddenly appeared in the yard.
After retrieving the crystal, Royer stared at the projection of the stone tablet without saying a word for a long time. Only his empty eyes reflected light in the dim room.
After a long time, he released the magic messenger and summoned Sharem, who had been waiting in the city.
"Take Little Niba and leave Civita City. I plan to meet with Dwek."
In Royer's expectation, Charem should have nodded as before, but her eyes, which had been half asleep and half awake, were no longer blurred, and her gaze was so straight that Royer couldn't help but look away.
"He's not dead?"
Royer nodded.
"You never call him by his name, and you have always insisted on maintaining the most basic etiquette towards him." Sharem hit the nail on the head, "What happened?"
Royer hesitated for a while and explained: "If there is little hope for what you want to do, you will do the same."
An indescribable smile appeared on Xialem's pretty face. She reached out and pinched Roye's cheek flesh, not too hard, as if just to let him feel the warmth from her fingertips.
"Lu Yu may be right," said Shalem, "We are all in the tide, and going against the current is never a wise choice."
Royer said self-deprecatingly: "Maybe I am really bound...Shareem...I really envy his freedom."
"Have you ever thought about what to do if he protects Prince Ireland and brings justice and justice to dust?" Sharem put her hand on Royer's shoulder, "This is his country, and justice and law can be implemented at any time.
His will changes."
Charem, who seemed drowsy and ignorant, saw exceptionally clearly. It was not until this moment that Royer truly saw another side of her.
The corner of Roye's mouth raised, and he said proudly: "I promised Xiaoniba that I would give her justice, and Roye Fedina never breaks his promise to others."
Royer left the place of house arrest and entered the mansion of Civita Lord Larry Lao amidst the exclamations of the guards. Ignoring the guards who pointed their swords at him, he gently patted the knife on a stone table.
Go up and pick up the tea utensil to make tea for yourself.
Old Larry's appearance exposed a gap in the crowd of guards. He wanted to step forward, but was stopped by two magicians who stretched out their hands.
"Remove these guards."
The knight captain waved his hand and was about to step forward to answer the guard's accusation, but old Larry glared back. As a last resort, he had to stand far away from the magician, ready to take action at any time.
"You have violated Solon's law by leaving that court."
"I want to see His Majesty." Royer got straight to the point.
Old Larry explained sadly: "His Majesty has been assassinated."
"He is not dead. He sent you to manage Civita just to plan the day of the assassination. I am not interested in who your target is... I want to see him."
Old Larry's expression changed, but his acting skills remained unchanged: "Solon is now under the control of the consuls..."
"I want to see him." Royer said every word. "If my request is not met, I will leave here and expose your plan."
Old Larry stood up in shock: "The Fedina family will be destroyed because of your stupidity!"
Seeing Royer indifferent and drinking tea by himself, Old Larry felt that the person in front of him had gone crazy.
He turned and left, and soon after, a black owl followed him to Royer.
Black Owl threw a piece of black cloth to Roye.
…
After walking for who knows how long, the black owl took off Roye's blindfold. The slightly dull air made Roye immediately know that this was the underground palace located in Civita City.
Dewek, who was assassinated by the snow monster, sat crookedly on a chair not far away. His eyes were still on the book, and he did not raise his head even though he knew Royer was staring at him.
Dewek said, "See through my intentions, use this to blackmail, and urgently meet with me...Royer, every decision you make makes me unable to help but think about whether there is a connection between you and the assassin."
Dweck closed the book and squinted at Royer: "Maybe you should explain?"
"Prince of Ireland's wife Martina ordered the massacre of the squirrel people village. I want a result." Under the gaze of countless pairs of black owl eyes, Roye raised his head without being humble and explained his purpose loudly.
silence.
Dwek glanced at Old Larry next to him in astonishment and frowned suspiciously: "Just for this little thing?"
"Is this a trivial matter?" Royer asked loudly.
In Dewek's mind, Roye and Charem were both rare among the Six Pillars, understanding people who posed no threat to themselves. They abided by order and respected the imperial power. But at this moment, the respect and humility that Roye had maintained for many years disappeared. Well, he was questioning himself loudly?
Dwek laughed and patted the book with his palm: "Duke Larry, I will leave the reconstruction of the village to you. The village tax will be exempted for the next five years; compensation will be paid to the only survivor according to the number of dead. , one cow, one sheep, and one gold coin are really not satisfactory... Two hundred cows and sheep will be made up at one time, and one hundred gold coins will be sent."
"If Ireland is covering up, he will be fined according to the law."
"Martina commits murder and is prohibited from leaving the territory in the future."
After announcing slowly, Dewek walked past a group of black owls with their heads lowered and came to Roye: "Are you satisfied?"
"According to Solon's Code, Martina must be reduced to a noble rank and burned at the stake!"
Dwek's face darkened a little: "You should know some rules."
"The code is the rules."
Dwek turned his back and seemed a little impatient: "Some rules are not written in the code, but are tacitly understood among the nobles. You should support such rules. Even if you leave the Fedina family, you are still a noble. one of them."
"You are the noble Lord of Solon, are you going to take the lead in violating the supreme Solonian code!"
The black owl's eyes hidden under the hood looked at Royer who gradually stood up and looked at Dwek.
The blatant transgression made the protective old Larry not know what to do, so he had to shout loudly: "Don't blaspheme the king!"
"This is not blasphemy, I just want to ask you on behalf of those who have been struggling in pain all their lives in vain." Royer used all his strength to shout out the words that he had brewed in his heart countless times but swallowed for various reasons.
"Are they your people?"
"Do you regard them as your own subjects?"
Only the sound of breathing echoed in the underground palace.
Royer's long life as an adventurer has made him lose the sharpness he had in his early years. He realized that there is gray between black and white. Many times they operate in gray areas. If they insist on erasing the gray, then black and white will reveal their sharpness.
Anyone who tries to walk will be pricked with blood.
Before today, he would not have asked this question.
But now, Royer just wants an answer from Dewek's answer - an answer that allows him to make a choice.
"Will the shepherd grieve over the sudden death of a few dozen sheep out of tens of millions?" Dewek asked, "He will only think about whether there is a plague spreading. Stop the plague and move the sheep so that they don't see those
Poor dead guy, so much so that panic is the top priority.”
"The leader sheep leading the flock to riot is what the shepherd should worry about. The sheep belong to the shepherd and the leader sheep. The shepherd always likes the leader sheep who is obedient to him and aggressive to the sheep. For this reason, the shepherd does not mind.
Feed them some."
Dewek said coldly: "Make your identity clear. You are a sheep, not a meat sheep waiting for shearing and butchering knives. After hanging out with meat sheep for a long time, you will feel compassion... This is a bit ridiculous."
Royer took a deep breath and lowered his head.
"Melias thought the same way back then."
Dwek laughed loudly. He stopped the black owls from further actions, and waited until the laughter subsided before speaking: "Not only Melias, but also the shepherds of any country will think so. The only difference is that the shepherds pluck the wool."
scale."
Dewek looked into Royer's eyes - those righteous eyes revealed his disappointment undisguisedly.
"Take Roye back to rest." Dewek returned to his seat, his calm tone revealing a coldness, "The prey is already in the urn, whether you expose it or not can't change their fate, just wait and see. Those poor squirrels
Man has received the best justice, the sheep... bring the good news to that little squirrel."
After being blindfolded and sent back to house arrest, Royer took out the projection crystal sent by the snow monster and looked at it for a long time, laughing to himself.
"As expected...I still have to do it myself."
Royer picked up a bucket of spring water and dipped his face into it, which turned his hot face into a refreshing and cool place. The overwhelming depression that had accumulated on his face disappeared at this moment.
Spring water flows on the long sword, gently wrapping the sword body, as if there is a clanking sound echoing.
Lu Yu was right. Excessive persistence will only bring endless troubles and pain. Only by abandoning everything can you find peace and tranquility.
Lu Yu is a smart man...
"But I'm a fool..."
"Idiots can only do stupid things..."
Over and over again, the mirror-like blade reflected Roye's resolute face.
He had never known so clearly what he wanted.
He is always compromising.
Compromise to yourself, compromise to the rules, compromise to the imperial power...
Compromise is about abiding by the rules and satisfying everyone at the same time, but if you can't get everything you want by following the rules...then some options should be taken seriously.
With the knife in its sheath, Royer sat on the ground holding the knife. When the moon was dim and the stars were dim, he quietly left the courtyard with everything he owned.
After leaving Civita City, Royer found the right direction and headed north without stopping.
Bathed in the moonlight, Royer's heart beat rapidly.
He is excited.
The towering city appears on the horizon, and the outline of the building outlined by the moonlight is thick and majestic.
Royer easily used the knife as a fulcrum and leaped onto the city wall. A night watch knight had his throat cut by his long knife before he could shout.
Royer wanted to say sorry, but looking at the knight holding his throat and making a "hoho" sound, he smiled and pierced his heart, giving him the most merciful way to die.
Tonight is not suitable for sneaking. The mercury-like moonlight illuminates the earth dimly.
Roye, who was walking on mercury all over the ground, was unsurprisingly discovered by the magicians when he entered the magnificent palace complex.
The burst of magic left a series of colorful magic trails in the air, disrupting and shattering the thin moonlight. The quiet beauty was no longer beautiful because of the countless figures "dancing" in the moonlight.
Holding the heads of the three magicians, Roye waved the long knife in his hand freely. Every time he made a move, several of the guards blocking him would fall.
"Put down your weapons. I won't kill anyone who doesn't resist." Royer smiled softly.
The low-level warriors swallowed, and as one person's weapon left his hand, the crisp sound of metal falling to the ground came one after another.
Royer didn't even look at these people. He carried the magician's head and passed between them as if no one was watching, and walked straight into the room.
Martina, wearing only a red gauze dress, huddled in the corner of the big bed, terrified.
Royer belatedly looked at the head in his hand, threw it out the door, and then politely apologized: "I brought an unnecessary gift, please don't mind Miss Martina."
No matter how beautiful a woman is, her expression will not be too beautiful when she sees such a frightening scene. Martina, who was trembling all over, screamed loudly and kept calling for help.
Royer took a bottle of wine from his waist - when they were in Lu Yu's territory, Lu Yu, who never drank, drank with him all night.
The red maple fruits of the Hongyan Mountains are said to be watered by the blood of the vampires in folklore. In fact, they are just a specialty of the red maples deep in the Hongyan Mountains. The fruit wine brewed from this fruit is sweet and mellow, and Royer likes it very much.
Lu Yu's hard-working housekeeper, Miss Sigrid, purchased a lot, reportedly to feed slimes. This novel reason was once considered by him as an excuse to cover up the fact that Lu Yu was drinking.
"What a good wine..." Royer murmured to himself, then took a swig.
The sweetness reverberating on the tip of his tongue, and the slightly irritating reply, Roye suddenly remembered the scene when he and Lu Yu were drinking...
A lord, a man, his face turned red after just two sips...
Royer laughed and laughed, tears streaming down his face.
"Miss Martina, would you like to drink some? This is what a friend and I drank...it's very commemorative, and most people can't drink it."
Martina opened the box filled with jewelry and gold coins and picked up a handful: "No matter who you are...let me go, I can give you everything here."
Royer said to himself: "My friend told me...as a person, you must learn to let go of some things, so that you can live happily and comfortably..."
Martina opened the box hidden in the room in one breath, and the metallic smell that hit her face was blocked from Royer's nasal cavity by the sweet red maple wine.
"My husband is Prince Ireland of Solon. You must have heard of him. No matter why you come, he can always meet your requirements!"
Royer poured the can of wine that could bring his mind back to the night of drinking with Lu Yu onto the long knife. The wine washed away the red color, and the ticking sound when it dripped to the ground hit everyone inside and outside the house.
heart.
"He is a very smart man with unique wisdom... You can't help but listen to the words of a wise man, so I put it down." Royer picked up the long knife washed by wine and walked towards Martina step by step.
"Royie, as a six-pillar, do you want to tarnish the glory of your ancestors?"
The hurried magician recognized Royer's identity as soon as he landed, and saw Martina who was forced to collapse in a corner. He tried to awaken this crazy person with what the nobles valued most.
Royer glanced back, then raised the corners of his mouth, with a bitter smile, and the sarcasm was palpable.
"Miss Martina, the dead squirrel people need justice."
Martina was stunned for a moment, her big eyes full of confusion: "Squirrel Man?"
Royer understood her reaction and stabbed out the knife with a smile.