The road to Youshuang Palace is straight and wide, and even feels a bit empty at night. Except for the magic lamps standing on the roadside for lighting, there are only two rows of saplings that have been planted recently around the road.
Stepping on the flat ground with the high leather boots that only officials can possess, they make a rhythmic "thump, thump" sound, and the bright magic lights cast shadows one after another on the ground. My eyes follow these gradually deformed figures.
Lieutenant General Moya felt a little funny and helpless about the shadow.
The meeting ended, the conclusion came out, everyone clarified their responsibilities, and even made the most important choice in their lives invisibly - following Cohen was not a choice at all, because there was no chance to choose at that time.
But now, perhaps just now, everyone has made their choice.
Lieutenant General Moya is not a roundworm in other people's stomachs. It is impossible for him to know every thought in the hearts of his brothers, just like he doesn't know whether Cohen created everything today or everyone created Cohen today... However,
This kind of chicken-egg-and-egg-chicken problem is not what he really cares about.
The reason why his steps were slow and his expression was solemn was because he knew what kind of message he would bring to Cohen after he walked into the Youshuang Palace and told Cohen all this - that was everyone's choice, everyone's support, or so to speak.
To be more thorough, it is the decision of a fool among fools, a fool among fools, to make a big gamble!
The shadow climbed onto the door, and a general with a slightly dull expression was reflected in the smooth lacquer door. Moya stopped and carefully looked at the reflection on the opposite side. From head to toe, the soldiers in the paint also looked at it with the same gaze.
He finally smiled at each other and looked into each other's eyes.
We placed all our bets on the stupidest fools, the dumbest idiots... God knows, we could have lived a luxurious life, married countless beauties as wives, and given birth to babies that could fill the royal garden.
…These are all the dreams I had back then…
That's right, the judge who is now in charge of the laws of the empire and the lieutenant general who is in charge of one-third of the elite army were two lowly waifs back then. The general liaison officer and the commander of the Guards were also waifs, with four lives combined.
, are not as valuable as a piece of paper. But why? Why are everyone willing to take a gamble when their dreams are about to be realized? Is it the kindness in their hearts that is causing trouble? Or maybe they are carried away by the passion.
?
Or maybe, the all-powerful life now does not satisfy me, nor is it enough to answer the doubts that I had when I was young... And Cohen, this fool, is leading everyone to find the answers to all the doubts?
Well, no matter what is causing trouble, it must be a damned kind. Because ordinary impulses will wake up when they are blown by the cold wind, but this thing has not weakened at all until now. As the footsteps move, it is still stronger.
There is a trend of heating up... Moya even knows that even if everyone fails in this huge gamble, no one will regret it!
The reason was probably the words he said to end the meeting! Thinking of this, Lieutenant General Moya smiled with relief, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door of Youshuang Palace.
A small window opened on the smooth lacquered door, and a stern face asked inside: "Who is coming?"
"Commander of the Northern Theater Command, Lieutenant General Moya." Moya answered calmly, raising his badge.
"What's the matter with entering the palace late at night?" The face in the small window was still stern.
"It's none of your business." It was hard to imagine that Moya would speak like this in the past, but as soon as he said these words, a feeling of comfort filled every bone of the lieutenant general. He finally understood why his generals were here.
When he was stressed, he kept swearing... He suddenly felt that he seemed to like this feeling.
The palace door is open.
Under the guidance of the guard officers, Lieutenant General Moya walked through the heavily guarded avenue and arrived at the entrance of the underground palace.
The crow wearing armor was sitting in front of the door, eating his extremely simple midnight snack in a leisurely manner. The sound of Moya's footsteps was not quiet, but the crow, who was responsible for the safety of the entire harem, did not raise his head at all and only used his fingers.
Xiangmen ordered a little bit - he was clearly eating the roughest bread, why didn't even a crumb fall off? I think back then, Moya and Jack's New Year's resolution was to have a piece of cloth as big as a table together, because only
In this way, the fallen crumbs will not be wasted when eating bread.
Maybe people who participate in high-stakes gambling are looking for trouble. Maybe this question has troubled Moya for too long. Anyway, Moya asked the crow like this.
The crow answered, using his low, sharp, dog-like voice: "I don't want to fall into pieces."
"I want the sun to rise." After finishing speaking, Moya looked up at the still dark sky: "Your method is not very effective."
"It can't be used by stupid people, and it can't be used by people who can't beat me." Crow picked up the water glass and took a sip, ignoring this idiot with the rank of lieutenant general.
And what about Moya? He obviously didn't want to be angry with this "three-headed dog from hell pretending to be a wise man" that Haiert called him, so he walked straight to the passage of the underground palace.
Cohen was in a newly completed room in the south area of the second floor of the underground palace. As soon as he passed through the magic barrier and separated by two doors, Moya heard a violent metal collision. He looked at the guard next to him in confusion.
She shrugged at him with a helpless look. Moya took two more steps, and there was another louder impact, more than twice as strong as before!
Could it be that Cohen, who always smiles at the changes in the situation, is losing his temper because of too much pressure? Of course, he is the emperor and has the power to do extraordinary things, but no matter how extraordinary his venting behavior is, there is no need to change the location.
Should we choose this underground palace? Let the three-headed hell dog guard the door. Isn't the standard a bit high?
After adjusting his military uniform out of habit, Moya motioned to Bai Ying who was guarding the door to report. Compared to other guards, Moya preferred to deal with Bai Ying, because their behavior patterns were similar and they were easy to get along with.
"Moya? Come in." Cohen's angry voice came from the door, showing no signs of venting: "Except Bai Ying, everyone else should exit the passage!"
Moya reached out and pushed open the door, and saw a scene that he couldn't understand: the sweaty Emperor Sbia was shirtless, holding a dwarf-style warhammer in his hand, and his breathing was a little short.
Judging from the situation, he had been venting for a while. And the target he hit with the war hammer was his own pair of black armor - the armor that the princess of the God Clan privately gave him when he met the Light God Clan!
This armor, which had saved his own life in the war, and also saved the Sbia Empire, was being put on a model of a demon soldier. The thick breastplate was slightly deflected by the impact of the war hammer, and the shoulders on both sides were
The armor collapsed to varying degrees. However, there were not even a single scratch on the surface of the armor. It should be that the armor itself was fine, but the model of the demon soldier inside was damaged.
"What are you doing?" Moya is a family man who cherishes things. He quickly walked up and used his body to separate Cohen from the armor: "What if I break it? If you don't want it, just say so.
, some people lined up to grab it..."
"You're here just in time. I can take a rest. I'm so damn tired..." Cohen didn't refute Moya's accusation. He threw away his war hammer and walked to the table to pour himself some water: "It's so late.
Did you come here for something important?"
Moya temporarily put aside his dissatisfaction with Cohen's mistreatment of the armor, recounted the previous meeting process and the conclusions reached by several people, and raised the issue of how to deal with the Light Gods, and then wiped the dust on the armor with a handkerchief while waiting.
Let Cohen make up his mind.
"It's hard for you to help me think about so many things. It's really unfair for the Liaison Department to take the blame." Cohen leaned against the wall and drank several glasses of water in succession: "You are right, something like this happened in Daicheng.
The Light God Clan will definitely come to cause trouble, but the current situation is not suitable for them to come forward. On the surface, it seems that the Light God Clan has just issued an oracle to Sibia. If they have not received an answer yet, if they rush to launch an army
Asking for guilt would damage their glorious image..."
"This factor." Moya asked: "Is it just a superficial reason?"
"Of course. Don't be discouraged. You don't have much information. Of course, you can't analyze it more deeply. There are many things and I can't inform everyone." Cohen took the cloak on one side and used it as a towel: "Actually,
The Gods of Light don’t care much about their own image at all, this kind of thing has always been promoted by the temple... The Gods only focus on what they are interested in, and unfortunately, Sbia is what they are most interested in right now.”
"Sibia is second." Moya corrected Cohen: "You are first."
"It's almost the same. Why should I make it so clear? I'm not a soft girl. I'll be disgusted by the thought of the Gods being interested in me." Cohen laughed and casually draped the cloak across his shoulders: "So, I conclude that the Gods are
It's coming, and it will come in a formal way... We can't tell the exact time yet, but it will probably be at what they think is the most appropriate time."
"If we think about it according to your model." Moya thought for a moment: "It seems that the Light God Clan cannot act independently on this matter?"
"The answer is correct! As expected of Moya, you must have a hard time pretending to be an idiot, right?" Cohen clapped his hands, but at this moment he did not forget to tease: "The actions of the Light Gods are completely based on the actions of the Dark Demons
On top of that, that is to say, they are like playing chess. No matter what they have in mind, they must wait for the opponent to settle the pieces before making a move."
"That is to say, the Light God Clan will not come forward until the matter between the Dark Demon Clan and Sbia reaches a conclusion?"
"Probably, there may be some indirect influence. In the past, when there was a temple in Sibia, this indirect influence could also determine the direction of development, but now, it is unlikely." Cohen said: "
About an hour ago, I talked with several imperial concubines about the reactions of the Gods, and we also came to a conclusion, do you want to hear it?"
"Of course!" Moya brought a chair and sat on it in a standard manner.
"You also said that the dark demons are causing trouble in the city, and to a certain extent they are provoking the gods. Why don't the gods react directly when they are provoked? Are they the kind of good people? Nothing more.
There are almost two reasons." Cohen approached Moya and held out two fingers: "First, the gods are confident! No matter how the demons mess up in Sbia, they have enough initiative in their hands to not suffer losses; second, the gods have no fear!
Second, the gods are dissatisfied with Sibia, very dissatisfied, so they want to use the hands of the demons to teach us a lesson!"
"So... which reason do you and the concubines think is more important?" Moya pondered for a moment, then raised his head and asked: "Or, there is a third reason why the Gods did not come forward this time?"
"I have already told you that you are very smart." Cohen sighed: "Combined with the status I once had as a divine knight, and the past that the demons once wanted to demonize me... If the gods don't come forward, there will indeed be a third party.
reasons."
"In this case." Looking at Cohen, who looked normal, and then at the warhammer that was casually thrown on the ground, Moya's expression became a little strange: "Could it be that you are actually looking for the third reason for doing this?"
Cohen nodded.
"Then I won't say anything else." Although the information was not much, Moya finally knew that Cohen was not just knocking on his armor when he was idle: "What do you think of the idea proposed by Jack?"
"Jack's idea is good. I am also working on finding a way to cause a direct confrontation between the demons and the gods. In that case, things will be much simpler, at least Sibia will not be implicated prematurely." Cohen smiled.
He nodded: "By the way, speaking of Jack, have you heard what Haiert said about Jack and Xiangxue?"
"He is my brother, how could he hide it from me? I know a little bit about it, from when I was in the Holy Capital." Moya said calmly: "I also found time to watch a few of their dates.
Get up and they're both in."
"Then, do you blame me for being unreasonable?" Cohen seemed to have finished talking about the business, and he just sat on the ground and asked with a smile: "Because it seems that I deliberately wanted to hold Xiangxue in my hand instead of
Let her be with Jack."
"I don't think you did anything wrong, because I know your intentions. You don't lack a half-baked spy, let alone a concubine who has another heart. Although Xiangxue is very beautiful, she still lacks something that can make you forget yourself.
The charm. You did this actually for Jack." Speaking of his younger brother, Moya shook his head: "But I can't think of the details."
"Let me ask you, Jack is younger than us, right?" Cohen sighed and stood up: "What is his character?"
"He is the youngest among the five of us. His personality is that of an ordinary young man. He likes to have fun and has no definite character."
"Yes, Jack is the youngest, and there is no certainty." Cohen said to Moya: "As for Xiangxue, I don't really care what kind of person she is, because I didn't want her to stay in the Holy Capital or stay in the city.
It was intended for other purposes. But God was not as good as God, and she and Jack met by chance, and Jack fell in love with her..."
"So, boss, you really kept her by your side because Jack liked her?" Moya was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Are you planning to deprive me of my rights and obligations as a brother?"
"Actually, I don't mind depriving you of the right to choose a sister-in-law, if you have one... But it's a pity that you only have the ability to feed your younger brother, and you are not so good in these aspects." Cohen admitted Moya's accusation: "
If Jack just wants beautiful women, let alone one, I will give you all ten Xiangxues. But Jack is not greedy for Xiangxue's body, he likes her, so I can't let her go."
"Is it because of their personalities and experiences?" Moya asked tentatively, "Or is it because of their reputation?"
"Reputation is nothing! There are two of them, one is young and frivolous, the other has unknown origins. If it is easy to help them, without any difficulties and twists and turns, it will make them feel that the so-called happiness is just something that is easily available." Cohen sighed again.
Tone: "When that time comes, will they cherish it? In love, the more you invest in the early stage, the more stable it will be later on."
"Then boss, what do you want to do..."
"I just want to suppress the two of them. I want Jack to know that love is not easy to get. It requires pain, struggle, and hard work! If he doesn't even have the courage to face me, what qualifications does he have to pursue happiness?
"Cohen laughed: "You can't leak this matter. I'm still waiting to see the show!"
"Sometimes I really can't tell whether you are worrying about others or looking for happiness for yourself... Or, even for us, you are using an indifferent attitude to hide your true intentions..."
"I don't mind having fun while worrying about you... Life has to go on, so it's best to live happily." Cohen answered Moya sternly, bent down and picked up the war hammer: "Thank you for coming here today.
Come on, now, please give me some time, I still have to do physical work!"
"I think maybe you don't have to do this kind of physical work anymore." Moya approached slowly with a calm face, and finally said in Cohen's ear: "If your intention is to find something, I'm sure
You have achieved your goal."
Cohen's brows furrowed slightly, his posture of holding the warhammer unchanged, and he slowly turned around - ten steps behind the two of them, an illusory white shadow was quietly suspended there, with his toes an inch off the ground.
Moya said: "Did you see that?"
"Of course." Cohen nodded: "This is the date I have been looking forward to for a long time."
"Then this is not my illusion." Moya said, "What just appeared, are you sure you can handle it?"
"Of course." Cohen nodded again: "No matter what you see or what you think of, I don't want other people to know about it."
"Okay." Moya took a deep look at Phantom and said, "I'm going back to sleep."
"Good night." Cohen put on another smile and approached the white phantom: "It's so difficult to invite you, my hands are sore from the pain."
The white phantom looked at Cohen indifferently and replied calmly: "I just came to observe, why don't you continue to smash it?"
"Do you think I'm stupid? I'm just playing with my own armor?" Cohen said, "Do you know how heartbroken I feel every time the hammer hits me? My heart is also made of flesh!"
"In that case, why don't you try to contact me in other ways? For example, using a curse on yourself, or sprinkling some blood on the armor, maybe you can wake me up." Phantom didn't give any face: "Normal people should be like this.
let's start?"
"I'm afraid of pain." Cohen snorted: "Is that okay?"
"A warrior shouldn't be afraid of pain, and he shouldn't treat his armor like this."
"It's been a while since I last saw you. You've become smarter and more sultry." Cohen dropped his war hammer again: "Why, are you no longer interested in blood and killing? You yelled last time.
Where has the energy gone?”
"I still love blood and killing, but unfortunately this is not a battlefield." Phantom replied coldly: "Even vampires who need blood to maintain their lives will not hold food all the time. They have to find time to
Roll around in the mud."
"Hey mother, how can you speak better than me?" After Cohen complained, he raised his voice: "I have a problem!" (To be continued)