Chapter 81: The Promised Land and Existence of Humanity
The night in Old Dunling is like blue steel, cold and chilly. Every corner of the street is covered with crystal water drops. The tiny mirror reflects the iron whales rolling in the sea of clouds, one after another.
The light fell like a lance, staring at the earth.
The guards took a deep breath. This was just an ordinary day in their careers. They stood guard, guarded, and then took turns. This was an extremely familiar job, but strangely, in such a familiar work and environment, they were vaguely aware of something.
, the guards didn’t know what it was specifically, and could only describe it simply as anxiety and uneasiness in their hearts.
Yes, something seems to be happening. Under this calm night, something wakes up in the deepest part of the darkness. It twists its ferocious body and tries to crawl out of the memory with a disgusting smell.
abyss.
The guard's heart became more and more uneasy. His hand brushed against the cold railing, and the cold touch made him wake up a little.
The iron whales moved their eyes away from the street and pushed forward slowly. Only then could they notice that the iron whale's gaze was not random. It had been staring at a carriage speeding under the night, coming from high in the sky.
Under the watchful eye, the carriage crossed the royal defense line and drove into the Platinum Palace.
"Huh... I haven't been here for a long time. This seems to be my first night visit here."
The man stepped off the carriage. For some reason, the temperature was particularly low tonight. He could even see the mist he breathed out.
Looking up, under the shining of the light, the relief on the building was pulled out into slender shadows. Light and darkness were intertwined together, creating another strange painting.
"what is that?"
The man raised his head, and he seemed to see something. Countless black shadows were hovering under the night, like leaves drawn into the sky, cutting the light into countless fragments.
"Crows, they usually rest on the Dunling Tower. I don't know why they suddenly came here."
Another voice sounded behind him, and Arthur also stepped out of the carriage. Looking at the crows under the night cover, they couldn't see their appearance clearly under the dim night cover, and could only vaguely hear some sad roars.
Arthur remembered the previous folk rumors and started talking about them casually.
"Someone said before that if the crows leave Dunling Tower, it will be the end of Yin Erweg."
"What? Could it be that today is the end of Yin Erweg? Then I think we'd better take a boat and leave as soon as possible."
The man told a joke.
"No? Yin Erweg will never fall, let alone these nonsense legends... Is there a birdcage on Dunling Tower? We locked six crows in it? Don't worry about this."
Arthur looked disdainful of this, but after thinking about it, he added something.
The man laughed at this, never expecting that the serious Arthur would have such a side.
"Let's go? His Majesty is waiting for you."
Arthur is too lazy to pay attention to this man? Although he has not been in contact with him for a long time, he generally knows this guy's character. He is like a clown in a circus. It is difficult for you to judge what he wants and what his purpose is.
What? He may have been talking to you about his ideals and ambitions just now, and the next second he will beg you to let you lend him some money to buy wine.
"I know, it's not impossible to ask her to wait a little longer. Think about it, I am lucky enough to have Queen Victoria wait for me? This is a great honor."
As expected? The man started talking nonsense again.
"Huh? Won't you follow?"
How many steps did the man take? He suddenly realized that he was the only one moving forward, and neither the guards nor Arthur had any intention of moving forward.
"I need to stay here. Only you can see her tonight."
Arthur said, looking at the man's old but stubborn face, he felt very complicated.
To be honest, he rarely misjudged a person, but this time he misjudged the guy in front of him. Arthur never imagined that he had such energy, or... so mysterious.
Just like Lorenzo, wearing an unknown mask, if you pull it off with force, there is just another mask underneath.
Not long ago, he was trembling in front of his eyes, saying something that had nothing to do with Lorenzo, but now he was standing in front of the Platinum Palace, knowing a secret that he had no right to know.
"Wait a minute, Oscar Wilde, who are you?"
Arthur couldn't help but ask.
Oscar stopped, turned around slowly and said.
"Don't you know? I am a writer, the kind of writer who is not very popular."
Oscar smiled, and as soon as he turned around, he stopped again. He turned around again and added.
"Writers, writers who write history... No, this is somewhat inaccurate. History is written by you, and I am just a recorder. There must be someone who remembers all this and tells those who come after me."
Oscar said something that Arthur couldn't understand. This time he didn't stop and strode into the Platinum Palace.
Arthur's eyes stayed behind him, thinking about Oscar's last words, what he thought of, and it seemed like he thought of nothing until he could no longer see Oscar's figure.
…
The meeting with Queen Victoria was in a small room. It was very secret. It was so secret that only the Queen knew about it. Apart from Oscar and the Queen, there was no other person in the room.
"Long time no see, Your Majesty."
Oscar moved a chair and sat in front of the Queen. This room was not small, but the lights were all candles. Only a few scattered ones were placed on the table, burning quietly, and the light was a little weak.
, unable to illuminate everything indoors, leaving more places in chaotic darkness.
The queen nodded slightly, her expression cold and serious, as if something big was about to happen.
"According to intelligence, Lorenzo and his team's operation has ended and they are now on their way back to Inverg."
Oscar reported on his work, and Nordero kept his eyes on the Maruli Port, paying attention to the direction of events at any time.
"Just as we designed, Ivar Lodbrok has died in Maluri Port, and his death will become a trigger for our great justice.
According to our previous agreement with Bjorn Lodbrok, we will join forces with the Viking nations to launch a war against Gallonalo and its Rhenish allies in the near future."
Oscar's voice changed slightly when he said this. Although he always looked casual, Haibold still felt a burst of pressure when these words came out of his mouth.
This is a war, a war driven by the interests and purposes of all parties. This time it is not the words described in my book, but an extremely real fight. Many people will die, many, many people will die.
"Pope Miguel's life and death are unknown, but according to Lorenzo's dictation, it is no longer important whether Miguel is dead or alive. He is sure that Lawrence is still alive, and in his words, the situation is very complicated. After returning, he decided
I want to meet you in person."
"Well...I know."
The queen took a long breath. War is also a big pressure for her.
"Then what should we do next? Your Majesty."
Oscar asked.
"Just proceed as planned before, stir up the situation and drag the whole world into the flames of war. Only in this way can we ensure that more people can survive."
The Queen's voice was extremely firm.
"According to calculations, we need to reduce the total population of Western countries by at least 30% in this war. The nation-builders in other countries will get our news after tonight, and they will use different methods to secretly influence the political trend until the end.
Involving everyone in this world war."
Oscar trembled slightly. Today... no, in some unknown parliament before this, countless lives had already been destined to end.
"What, are you scared?" the queen asked.
"Of course."
Oscar didn't pretend to be strong. He pinched his forehead hard and tried to smooth out the wrinkles.
"I'm not just afraid, Your Majesty, I'm simply terrified. If I had been more timid, you would have smelled the urine on my body by now."
Oscar teased himself, but there was no smile on his face.
"Unlike the glorious war of the Patriotic Patriots, this war was provoked by us, and it swept the entire Western world. Although it was said to be for more people to survive, for the survival of mankind..."
Oscar said and looked at his old hand. This hand had once held a sword, a gun, and a pen, but now it was covered with blood.
"Although we also have our own reasons, extremely righteous reasons, I will still feel fear. I will see countless dead people seeking revenge on me. Even if I can survive the war, these ghosts will haunt me until
Die."
The queen's face was expressionless. She had already been mentally prepared. This kind of thing would not affect her mind. But after hearing this, the queen couldn't help but say.
"Your words remind me of what Bjorn said to me when he left. To be precise, this is what Ivar said to him, and he relayed it to me."
"The words of a dead man?"
Oscar half-jokingly said that he was deeply sorry for the Ivar Lodbrok he had never met. Even if he died, his death would still be used.
"Well...Ivar is a man who is tired of fighting. Children like him are simply alien among the Vikings. Bjorn can't understand him, until one day Ivar tells Bjorn his own reasons.
."
The queen's voice became colder, and the candlelight swayed slightly for some reason despite the fact that the room was airtight.
"He said that human beings are cursed, and that the Hall of Valor does not exist after death nor during life.
This world, the world where countless of us live, is the ‘Hall of Valor’. Countless people are born, fight, and then die, falling into an endless reincarnation with no end in sight.”
The atmosphere fell into sadness, but the Queen's attitude changed and became extremely stern.
"But someone has to do this. If in order for most people to survive, another group of people have to be killed. If no one dares to hold the blade and chop away lives, then leave this matter to me.
I am willing to bear this kind of sin, as long as more people can survive."
Oscar felt very tired, as if he had fought a battle, and in just a few minutes he seemed to have aged several years.
"Then what should you do next? I mean Lorenzo. He is a variable. With his brain, I think our conspiracy to start a war has been completely exposed in his eyes. It is not so much that he wants to meet you.
, it would be better to say that he is here to ask for an explanation from you, and if your answer does not satisfy him, he will kill you with one sword."
"What do you think he would do? Assassinate a queen?"
The Queen didn't believe it.
"Who knows? He is a variable, a very interesting individual. One person has the ability to change the situation, but the owner of this power is a psychopath. Now he has made mistakes and done evil under our design.
It opened the prelude to the war..."
Oscar's head started to hurt and he continued.
"Maybe he didn't come to kill you first, but stabbed me first, then came to you with my head in his hand and said to you, 'This is what will happen to you if you are dishonest.'"
"No matter what, we still need to pay attention to his attitude."
"Then tell him all this, our purpose, our past, and the fighting and war we have repeated countless times."
The Queen said directly.
"At that time, there will not be many choices left for Mr. Lorenzo Holmes. He may still kill me in anger, or he may be persuaded by me to join the carnival of this war, or he may
Have a psychological breakdown and spend the rest of your life decadently?"
"What do you think? Oscar."
Oscar thought for a while. Based on his understanding of Lorenzo, he really didn't know what the final result would be, so he could only say casually.
"Perhaps he will kill you first, and then join the carnival of war, trying to stop all this, but he will be unable to do so under the tide of the times, and finally become the ridiculous detective in despair."
"But there may be other options." The Queen said suddenly.
"What...do you mean?"
Oscar asked, feeling that the Queen had something to say.
"Another way, a new way, the way to save us from this cycle of despair."
The queen had thought of everything, she said.
"If Mr. Holmes can be persuaded by me, if I am not killed by him, I will let him see the Keeper and let him see the [truth] of the world. You also said that he is a
Variables, maybe he can find a better way to end all this after seeing the [truth]."
"Are you betting your hopes on him?"
"It's just an investment. If he fails, then the war continues and no one can stop it."
Oscar was silent, took a deep breath, stood up, and then said to the Queen.
"After tonight, I will inform all the nation builders that a new reincarnation has begun."
The Queen stood up with difficulty and stretched out her hand to Oscar.
"For our Republic, Oscar Wilde."
Oscar nodded, he also stretched out his hand and shook it with the queen.