Since ancient times, most of the famous cities in history have been related to destruction and disaster. This has been confirmed time and time again. It makes people feel helpless and strange, but when I look back and think about it carefully, I feel
It makes people feel normal. From prosperity to destruction to prosperity, this seems to have become a natural law - if the gods and demons agree, many people will definitely invest in the study of this philosophy, but obviously, people
I don't know what the superior is interested in.
Therefore, in Foxburg, the capital of the Brooke Empire, which had just experienced the disaster of war, no one paid attention to this myth that might have passed through the minds of many people. The subjects of the whole city who were loyal to the old emperor were still in the midst of the war.
Busy in the ruins, they are preparing for another war. Of course, as always, these hardworking people do not include nobles.
The Bruck Empire decree stipulates that once war breaks out, singing, dancing and drinking parties can no longer be held. Therefore, the masters and ladies are taking advantage of the three days before the war to party all night in the palace. Traditionally, this kind of dance is to boost morale and also to
To show the bravery of their country, most participants will wear ferocious masks and make various strange and powerful costumes.
But according to the fate of most aristocratic traditions, this tradition with good intentions has almost fallen into decline.
There is smoke in the country, the capital is in armor, but the palace and courtyard are full of fire.
On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, a famous magical fireworks show was held in Foxborough. The cause was just a playful bet. To this day, many people may have forgotten it, but the scenery of that night,
But it went beyond the scope of aristocratic parties and magical fireworks, and eventually caused an uproar among the entire demonic aristocracy, especially among the younger generation.
Some people say that it was the first time that the lost generation of nobles showed their inner world to the world; others say that it was a sign of complete corruption in the hearts of the new generation of nobles...
As for the host of the party, Count Hernan, no one cared about his fate.
In fact, after eating in a "digestive place" with several equally unlucky magicians and being punished by the royal family in disguise, the Earl of Hernan became much more mature, and in the subsequent war
He has accumulated a lot of merit and has now become the Inspector of Public Security in Foxborough. Ironically, this is the same position he held when the Duke of Swithhepburn arrested him.
There is only one word difference between count and duke, but there is a big difference in treatment. Henan cannot be like Siweis who stays at home for ten thousand years without working. On every day when he should be on duty, Henan shows up conscientiously.
At his post, he led his men to patrol the streets and alleys of Foxborough. When he was tired during the journey, he would go to some places that were convenient for his men to find and take a rest.
The young man is young and powerful, so he mostly works as a night errand. The most suitable place to rest during the all-night inspection is the Guanlu Palace, which is where the old emperor disposed of him. However, now there is only a ruined platform left in the Guanlu Palace——
The only mountain palace in Foxborough was destroyed by fire during the last attack by the Spea Expeditionary Force. Although the palace was destroyed, the height of the mountain was still there, and after some trees were replanted, it was still visible.
Every time he stood on the platform of Guanlu Palace and had a bird's-eye view of Foxborough, Earl Hernan was full of thoughts and feelings. He would always silently look at the lights below in trance. In fact, it is not his fault. Anyone can do that.
Every encounter will cause great changes in his state of mind. It is not easy for this young nobleman to support his progress all the way.
On such a night with a chill in the air, Earl Henan walked up to the platform as usual, stopped on a flat ground, silently looked at the situation in the city, and took out a metal round pot that he carried with him.
He drank sip after sip.
A light aroma of wine floated over. Count Henan's eyebrows opened, then tightened again. He turned his head and looked up into the wind - he saw a black figure leaning on the skewed stone pillar above. He was holding a gun in his hand.
The wine bag was pouring wine into his mouth. From his outline to his movements, he looked lazy.
"Your Excellency, you are really in a good mood." Earl Henan calmly touched the hilt of the sword: "It is very enjoyable to drink here late at night!"
"Drinking cold wine on a cold night, what's so fun about that?" The black shadow straightened up, left the stone pillar he was leaning on, and approached the earl step by step: "What are you doing secretly here alone in the middle of the night? No.
Do you know this is the Royal Courtyard?"
"I am on duty for inspection, and this royal courtyard is within my scope of authority." When the dignified security inspector was questioned like this, Earl Henan suddenly felt dumbfounded, but he was less wary, because the visitor's clothes
The decoration is gorgeous, obviously not the dress of ordinary people or assassins.
"On duty? On inspection?" The visitor stopped ten steps away, with a tall and straight posture and an extraordinary demeanor, but his face was still hidden in the shadow of the tree: "Then what else are you drinking?"
"Who told you that I was drinking?" Count Hernan was stunned. This was probably the first time he had been slapped down since he became the inspector.
But the visitor raised his head at him: "Isn't that wine you are holding in your hand?"
"This is not wine." Looking at the round pot in his hand, the earl's eyes became gentler: "This is a pot of hot drink."
"Climbing so high in the middle of the night, without howling or drinking, are you still not a man?" The visitor was slightly surprised, walked out of the shadows in a few steps, and finally stood in front of the count.
"Well, you are very lucky. If you had said this to me a few years ago, it would have been very bad."
"Oh? What kind of bad idea could it be?"
"Haven't you heard the rumors? A few years ago, I was a playboy who didn't care about anything. If you talk like this, although your life will not be in danger, you will still be beaten by a group..."
The count smiled faintly and slowly raised his eyes, but as soon as his eyes touched the visitor's face, his smile froze, and half of the hot drink in his hand was spilled. It took him a long time to realize: "You! You? It's you!"
"Of course it's me." The visitor had an evil smile on his face: "So what will happen today?"
"Crazy wolf!" Count Henan flew up with a kick. Although it was not faster than lightning, it was still very powerful.
"Why is this necessary?" After giving way to a few kicks, the notorious Kemp Mad Wolf got annoyed, so he also raised his foot and kicked the count's calf lightly and squarely on the tibia.
The count screamed in pain and jumped on one foot while holding the part where he was kicked. However, he still held the round pot in his other hand and refused to let go.
"Why are you so confused?" Crazy Wolf sat on the stone next to him, picked up the wine bag and took a sip of wine, and said disdainfully: "After all these days, you still haven't made any progress!"
"I knew I couldn't beat you, but I can't justify not beating you!" After a long time, Earl Henan finally regained his breath, cursed a few words at the side, carefully covered the round pot, and then limped to the
Crazy Wolf said in front of him: "The personal revenge has been avenged. Now you and I can make a book to enter the city, so that you will not be arrested and used as a coolie later."
"Who can catch me?" Crazy Wolf looked at the security inspector with some curiosity.
Earl Hernan took a sip and said: "There is going to be a war now. There is no peace in Foxborough. People are being arrested everywhere. I know no one can catch you, but this is a royal decree. You can't fight against the army, right? Yes.
Shudie, it will be convenient for you to find that person."
"Do you know who I'm going to find?" The expression on Mad Wolf's face was even more interesting.
"Who can work for you? You are not here to fight with me." Earl Henan shook his head and sat down on the stone next to him: "If you can go, you should leave early. There is no future in Foxburg.
, the war is in chaos, don’t delay.”
"You actually know that there is no future in Foxborough. You are not simple either. It seems that I have to retract my previous comments." Under the count's kind reminder, Crazy Wolf nodded: "Why don't you go find him? It stands to reason that you
We have a good relationship with him, and he has a large number of your peers following him, and as far as I know, there are also some of your acquaintances among them."
Earl Henan smiled and just looked at the round pot in his hand without saying anything.
"Who gave it to you?" Crazy Wolf glanced at it. It was a simple metal pot with silver-white patterns on the surface.
"Who else could it be? A silly girl!" The earl shook the round pot: "I have been an earl very early. Although I can't say that I change my bride every night, I am still surrounded by beautiful women. After I completely lost my bet with you,
In the eyes of those smart girls, I become transparent, and there will be girls covering their noses and taking detours. Only this silly girl... doesn't care about my embarrassing reputation, doesn't care about my gloomy future, and still uses the same words as before.
treat me with the same attitude.”
"I'm starting to get curious." Crazy Wolf looked at the count and said, "How did she treat you before?"
"Her family is not in Foxborough, but our two estates are close to each other. I once stole her cousin's things when I was a child, so every time I met her when I returned to the estate, she would always throw water on me and then call me despicable.
.It’s strange to say that I have been entangled with many women since I grew up, but I have never had any idea of her.” Talking about the past, the earl was not shy and ashamed: “After the duel, I hid in the manor, but I didn’t expect that.
When I met her again, I was splashed with water as usual, but when she scolded me, I became timid and fearful, and I didn’t know how to make progress..."
"Oh, it's really good, although the style is a bit different." Crazy Wolf nodded.
"Few people can understand this!" Hearing Crazy Wolf's affirmation, the earl seemed very happy: "After that, I got up step by step. It is difficult for others to imagine that I can do these so-called difficult things.
I understand, but if you can catch her, is it difficult to be an official?"
"But I am a general audience." The curious Crazy Wolf said to the proud Earl: "I just want to know how beautiful she is."
"To be honest, I don't care about this anymore. Most beautiful women can't talk about their feelings, let alone work with them, because they can usually turn around and sell you on the pound." The count replied softly: "But she is not only beautiful, but also
He is someone I would like to talk to, work with, and even stay with."
"Then you should take her away." Crazy Wolf said, "You have already seen the current situation in Foxborough."
"She can't leave." The earl's voice deepened: "Her uncle is a frontline general, and she is being held hostage in Foxborough."
"I see."
"Perhaps in Mr. Asa's opinion, I am just a former opponent who was not worthy of attention at all, but after the duel, I am very grateful to you." The count sighed and said: "Can you understand my feelings?"
"I can understand more or less."
"Although we are not friends, we can still be considered old acquaintances, right?"
"Forget it!" Crazy Wolf nodded firmly: "Especially after that fireworks, I have a deep impression on you!"
"Don't mention that matter." The count said calmly: "Then, after killing me, please take Asa to a safe place! In exchange, I don't have to resist."
"Is there any point in resisting?" At this point, Mad Wolf sighed: "When did I say I wanted to kill you?"
"It's easy to understand. Your Excellency Asa is a close friend of that person. You won't help him when he does big things, and you didn't go to him through Foxborough. So why did you come to see me?" The Count analyzed calmly.
: "But unfortunately, I will not provide you with information about other officials, Lord Asa. That would be contrary to my oath."
"Then, just because I have the ability to save you..." The count raised his hand cooperatively, letting Asa see the ring on his hand, and then Asa coughed dryly and continued: "Because I have the ability to save you.
Fiancée, so you choose to die calmly?"
"Who doesn't want to live a good life? Let's see another person! It's not certain who will be righteous!" The count cursed again: "You once killed an assassin outside my door. I watched it while lying on the wall, and I know I can't beat you!
It’s not okay to play tricks!”
"Hahahaha!" After a good laugh, Asa Gutai shook his head: "You have become an interesting person, which has impressed me, so you shouldn't die, and you won't die."
"Just because you said so." Count Henan said, "Would I not die?"
"Yes, because I said so. Although I came to Foxborough this time with the intention of killing some people, you have already inadvertently saved their lives." Crazy Wolf stood up and said, "It's getting late.
Well, let’s break up now. I hope we can have a chance to meet again in the future, and then I’ll hear you talk about your experience chasing that silly girl—oh, according to tradition, should I give you my blessing first?”
Although he didn't quite believe that the other party let him go so easily, the earl still thanked him and said: "I am honored to receive your blessing from Mr. Asa. But if you continue to work in Foxborough, I will be very embarrassed."
"What a embarrassment!" A stone brick flew out of Asa Gutai's hand and knocked the count unconscious. Then he said angrily: "I'll spare you your life and you're still nagging at me. I'm sorry!"
After taking care of the earl, His Excellency Crazy Wolf patted the dust on his hands and raised the cloak behind him: "Let's go! Let's go find some fun!"
A man in white appeared quietly next to Asa and walked side by side down the mountain with him. The patrolling guards walking on the road turned a blind eye to them and had no idea that anyone was passing by him.
At the foot of the mountain is a royal road that leads directly to the palace. No one walks there late at night, except for a few guards yawning out of boredom.
The man in white looked back at the top of the mountain and said dissatisfiedly: "I climbed the mountain in the middle of the night and knocked a little shrimp unconscious. Is this what you call serious business?"
"Can you blame me for this? I came in a hurry and didn't have time to contact the intelligence personnel." Mr. Crazy Wolf spread his hands: "How do I know that this bastard emperor is not here? This should be his favorite place.
Although the palace was burned down, if I were the emperor of Buluke, I would rebuild it no matter what."
"Then what are we going to do now?" The man in white asked angrily, "To have fun?"
"It's just fun. If you want to look for it, you can always find it. It depends on whether your eyes have the ability to explore." After passing a crossroads, Mad Wolf walked to the edge of the royal road and looked at the people working hard in the flickering lights for a while: "
Interested in going to a dance?"
"prom?"
"I heard that it will be held in the palace at the end of the royal road. Actually, it's not a palace. It's in the newly built courtyard. It's very grand!" At this point, Mr. Crazy Wolf pulled off the mask on his face, and then vigorously
Patting the man in white on the shoulder: "And I promise, this kind of dance is absolutely different from the royal dance held by this young master!"
As soon as the mask was removed, Emperor Sibia returned to his original appearance, except that the color of his long hair and pupils were not restored, which made him look a bit weird.
The man in white was not polite at all and shook his hand directly: "Isn't it all about dancing? Isn't the dance at Keda's house very unique?"
"Hey, Mr. Crow, please put some oil on your head, it's almost rusty!" Cohen sighed and took the lead: "Come on, come on, I'll be the one to explain it to you."
member!"
During the process, Cohen kept introducing the differences between the divine and demonic dances to the crow, but the crow obviously lacked interest. Even if he was asked about his feelings, at most he would just say yes... After a while, the two of them had arrived at the palace. Unfortunately,
The palace was also heavily damaged in the last war and is still under renovation. Obviously there is nothing to visit, so we have to go forward along the palace wall.
When they heard the faint sound of music, they knew they were not far from the venue. Cohen had worked hard at the Altar of Life and was obviously a top player in the world. He casually found a defensive gap and jumped over the wall, and leaned over in a swagger.
.
"Yo!" After taking a quick look, Cohen's face was full of joy: "It turns out to be a debauched masquerade!"
"I only see boredom." Crow looked at the people in strange costumes calmly: "How can you be so debauched?"
"Does this need to be said? Mr. Crow, the essence of the masquerade is debauchery." Cohen said, clasping his fingers: "If she disguises herself as a prostitute, then she is a debauched prostitute; if she disguises herself as a saint, then she
She is just a slutty saint, if she disguises herself as..."
"It's hard to carry, isn't it?" Crow smiled.
"Indeed." Cohen raised his hand and threw a book into the bushes nearby: "We'd better go and experience it."
"Who?" A head suddenly appeared in the bushes, wearing an eye patch on his face, looking around nervously: "Who is throwing things?"
"Oh, brother, why are you here if you don't want to dance?" Cohen turned his head and spoke with an accent of demonic Mandarin: "Hey, brother, you have no clothes on, ah? That's what you're doing down there.
What kind of creature is that covered in white flowers?”
"Bold!" the man threatened, and then lowered his voice: "I am the Duke who is the military counselor! If you ruin my good deeds, I will not let you go!"
"Damn it, who would know you are a Duke after you put on makeup?" Cohen reached out and slapped the other person twice, making the other person's head wobble: "I'm still the emperor!"
"You, you, you!" The man who claimed to be the Duke covered his face and said, "You are treasonous! I just met your Majesty!"
"Oh, speaking of which, I threw this book away at the right time." A strange silver light flashed in Cohen's eyes: "Where is your Majesty?"
The other party's eyes were obviously dull, and he spoke a place name. Cohen nodded, said "Excuse me" to the motionless creature below, and then turned around leisurely.
"The fun is here." Cohen laughed: "Let's go find the old Emperor Brook!"
"Think about it, this is Foxburg. The Demon Palace Altar not far away can lead directly to Hell Island. You also heard that big names have come to the Demon Palace in the past few days."
"What should I be afraid of when you are here? As for the demon princess, she is probably rushing to Vuitton at this time!" Cohen didn't care: "Do as the Romans do, let me change my clothes first!"
After a while, Cohen had already packed up and led the crow to the main ball court. According to the Duke, who was the counselor of military affairs, the old Emperor Brook was in a small building behind the dance hall at this time. The most direct answer was that
The path is straight through the dance floor.
"Although your clothes... are no problem in Sibia." Following Cohen, the crows were two heads and two big: "But have you ever thought about it? What if there was a young man with black hair and eyes wearing a royal robe?
, walking proudly in the Demon Brook Palace, what will happen next?”
"You'll find out after you see it." Cohen replied: "I'm looking forward to it."
While they were talking, the two of them had already approached the edge of the dance floor. In front of them was the band that was playing. The band conductor who was standing directly in front of them glanced at Cohen and dropped the baton in his hand on the spot. The music was obviously messed up by two beats.
, then, the eyes of everyone in the audience turned around and were attracted by these two new people!
On those faces that were nearly half covered by various masks, there were mostly expressions of surprise and confusion.
"...That's Co...Kon Keda!"
"...Should...call the guards?"
"Are you stupid? This is a masquerade! Who said you can't pretend to be Cohn Keda? Is there anyone more evil-proofing than Emperor Bisbia?"
"...Which young master is this? He is so brave!"
"...Why didn't I think of this as the most popular one? I should have known better than to pretend to be a priest!"
"...I have seen Emperor Sbia personally. The mask on his face is only 70-80% similar at most, and it does not portray the abomination of Cohen Keda at all!"
"...The man next to him dressed as a killer in white obviously didn't put in any effort, and he looked very reluctant..."
"Hi...Your Majesty Cohen, right?" A charming body came closer and wrapped his fingers around Cohen Keda's belt, slowly releasing a secret fragrance from his lips: "Are you interested in joining me?
A saint from the Demon Palace talks about...life and ideals?"
"It's a pity that I don't have those two things." Cohen Keda asked the saint to hold his hand: "But I hope that the saint can accompany me for a short distance."
"Everyone is watching." The woman's limp body pressed against Cohen: "So, where does Your Majesty want to abduct the saint?"
"Let's go meet Emperor Bruck." Cohen said with a half-smile on his face: "Let's talk about... national affairs."
With a low smile, a breath of hot breath blew on Cohen's neck: "Your Majesty Cohen, you are so bad..." (To be continued)