When Queen Margaret returned to the castle, she plunged into her bedroom and stopped seeing anyone.
Even if the maid Lila came to bring her dinner, she just casually ordered it to be placed outside the door. After a long time, she forgot about it, letting the aromatic and delicious roast beef heat gradually dissipate, gradually cool down, and become unlike her.
My mood is just as cold.
Church of Light.
Kingdom of Ferrand.
Holy Knights.
Angel.
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When these words appear in Queen Margaret's mind, they always give her a heavy blow.
It was as if the court's gavel hit her heart hard, blood burst out and flooded her consciousness.
"It seems that those cabinet ministers are right what they said in private." At this moment, the Queen stood in front of her makeup mirror, raising the corners of her mouth slightly, and smiled to herself, "You are indeed a flower that grew up in the greenhouse. Look, now
Without the protection of Merlins and the help of Allen, you are nothing."
There was really nothing she could do.
In other words, in this war, it is difficult for her, the queen, and even the entire Braden Kingdom to play a decisive role.
She can use magic cannons to bombard the fleet of the Kingdom of Pingferran.
But she couldn't hurt a single feather of that angel.
Because this is a war belonging to the gods.
Mortals are just chess pieces, and only gods are the chess players behind the scenes.
Even the legendary mage Merlins, who stands at the pinnacle of plane power, is only slightly stronger than a mortal. He is helpless in the face of the various methods of the angels under the goddess of light.
"Selena Solomon is right," she told herself, "we can only count on Alan York now.
"Perhaps Selena said this because of a woman's sixth sense. But I know that there is a powerful existence behind Allen, a great existence that can once cover up the light of the goddess of light."
Thinking of this, Queen Margaret even regretted why she failed to prevent Allen from going to the alien plane.
So, when the daylight gradually dimmed and the deep twilight began to cover the earth like a black veil, Queen Margaret walked slowly to the window and whispered a prayer to the dark sky:
"Oh, my great Lord of Darkness, Land of All, Lord of the Dead.
"May you protect your loyal messenger and find his way home smoothly.
"May you protect your loyal followers and be safe and sound when facing powerful enemies."
While speaking, perhaps because of anxiety, Queen Margaret's right hand kept tapping gently on the bricks of the window sill, making a soft sound of "ta, da, da".
In this empty and silent bedroom, it even sounded a bit harsh.
However, just as the bricks rang seven times, the queen suddenly heard a rumble under her feet.
She was a little surprised and couldn't help but lower her head to look down. She unexpectedly discovered that a floor tile at her feet was slowly sinking!
And where the missing floor tiles appeared, a downward ladder appeared, leading to a bottomless place.
"Could it be...that this is the manifestation of the great God of Darkness?" Queen Margaret felt very puzzled by the situation in front of her.
She never expected that such a strange thing would happen in this house where she had lived for nearly twenty years.
Unknowingly, she suddenly remembered something that was passed down by word of mouth——
Back then, when Norman I, the founding monarch of the Kingdom of Braddon, was building this castle, he summoned hundreds of craftsmen from all over the country to gather here, quarrying and stacking stones day after day.
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After many years, this magnificent and magnificent building was finally built.
However, on the day the castle was completed, Norman I suddenly ordered the execution of all the craftsmen involved in building the castle.
Because Norman I believed that only those with the blood of the king could master all the secrets in the palace.
Queen Margaret once dismissed this incident as a myth.
To be more specific, think of it as a somewhat exaggerated children's bedtime story.
After all, this castle has stood in the capital of the kingdom for many years and has experienced numerous power struggles and dynasty changes.
The owner's last name has changed many times.
The so-called "bloodline of the king" has long become a joke among people after dinner.
After all, if there is really any secret hidden in this castle, Queen Margaret's ancestors have lived here for so long, there is no way they can't find any clues.
But now, when the queen saw the sunken floor tiles and the ladder leading down, she could no longer remain calm.
There are indeed secrets in the castle.
Maybe it's a secret passage, maybe it's a secret room, maybe it's a weapon, maybe it's something else.
Of course, no matter what it is, it exists after all and is hidden deep.
Queen Margaret didn't even have time to figure out its triggering conditions.
But at this critical juncture when the enemy was facing a formidable enemy, a strong curiosity suddenly arose in the queen's mind.
She had the idea of treating a dead horse as a live doctor, and wanted to go down the ladder to see if the great founding monarch Norman I would leave some secret weapons to his descendants that could help her solve the current crisis.
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As long as it can be delayed for a while, until Alan York comes back from the alien plane, it will be done.
Thinking of this, the Queen immediately made a decision, lifted up the hem of her skirt and tied it in a knot beside her knees. Then, while silently reciting the name of the God of Darkness, she slowly walked down the ladder.
After a few seconds, her figure completely disappeared into the darkness.
…………
at the same time.
Payne's plane.
The capital of the Greyhawk Kingdom, Greyhawk Castle.
Mayfield I, the former Iron-Blooded Grand Duke and now King of Greyhawk Castle, is busy recruiting new priests for the Dark Temple with the assistance of Rex, the "Acting High Priest" of the Dark Temple.
Although at least half of the credit for his seizure of the throne can be attributed to the Black Temple, he still felt deeply alarmed as the number of followers in the Black Temple gradually increased.
He is afraid that the power in his hands will be diluted invisibly.
He was afraid that he would unknowingly become the puppet king of the Dark Temple.
His concerns are not without reason.
There have been many wise monarchs on the plane of Pain, and after winning the war, these monarchs often chose to kill those heroes who held military power out of worries about power.
The Dark Temple is far more terrifying than those heroes.
So, while the messenger and the saint were missing and the high priest Delphi was still in a coma, he began to recruit priests for the Dark Temple with great fanfare.
As long as the temple is filled with his own people, he will not only be a secular king, but also a leader of the religious power.
At this moment, he and "Acting High Priest" Rex were conducting the initiation ceremony for several new young people.
Because of the status of these young people as noble heirs, King Mayfield I did not hesitate to give out the extremely rare title of "God's Favorite" everywhere like cabbage, hoping to fill the pie and make enough people willing to stand.
beside him.
"Your Majesty the King, Lord Rex, can I join the Dark Temple?"
At this moment, a young man suddenly appeared next to them and saluted the king and Rex politely.
I saw that his clothes were clean, simple in style but not poor, and exquisite in tailoring but not vulgar. A pair of black boots were polished to a shine, and his short silver hair was neatly combed.
Beside his collar, there is a white rose flower, which is bright and moving under the sunlight.