Chapter 836

The black-haired and black-dressed head maid was walking in the corridor lit by soft lights. The sound of boots hitting the ground rhythmically rang in Lord Beaumeier's ear. This crisp sound even cooled his overly chaotic mind a little. After coming down, after realizing that his mental state was really improving, the inner court noble couldn't help but look at the other party: "Miss Diana, thank you for your spiritual comfort..."

"Hands up—after all, your state just now was not suitable for meeting Your Majesty," the head maid said indifferently, and then stood in front of the door, "Go in, His Majesty is already waiting for you."

It turned out that before they knew it, they had come to the end of the corridor.

Standing at the door, Lord Beaumeier couldn't help but swallowed and looked at the black gold-grained wooden door in front of him - this guest room in the dormitory area is very special. With his title, there is almost no chance to come here. , but now Emperor Rosetta has sent his head maid to pick him up, and let him meet him here...

This caused all kinds of guesses to pop up in the Lord's mind.

Then he calmed down, knocked on the door lightly, and pushed the door into it after getting permission.

In the room covered with soft thick carpets, bright lights shone from the roof, illuminating the furnishings in the reception room. The hero was sitting on a high-back chair by the window, turning his head to look here.

"Close the door, Lord Beaumeier," Rosetta Augustus nodded to the late-night visitor in front of him, "then sit in this chair and tell me why you chose to see me so late."

Lord Beaumeier immediately turned back and closed the door, then turned around and took two steps forward, sitting opposite Emperor Rosetta, he felt the sweat coming out of his forehead again, and his heart was pounding - he finally arrived. When he opened his mouth to speak, however, he found that the great courage he had accumulated before stepping out of the house had consumed most of the way. At this moment, every breath he took was weakening his will, letting his fear of death slowly take over. upper hand.

The deep eyes of Emperor Rosetta stared at this side quietly, and Lord Beaumeier felt a thrill in his heart. Under those eyes, he suddenly regained his courage and broke the silence with an extraordinarily hoarse voice: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I first ask for your forgiveness. I have acted rebelliously... I can't guarantee that I will be able to finish my words later, so please remember every key word I said——

"Your Majesty, the Maw of Orlandel! Gawain Cecil intervenes! The cult's lair! The Eternal Sleeper!"

An icy chill that penetrated the soul spread up the spine in an instant, Lord Beaumeier felt his entire cervical vertebrae tingle like needles, and his brain was buzzing - death was about to come, he triggered the alarm , his brain must be dying fast, and he is about to pay the price for his greed for power and arcane knowledge years ago...

The only thing that is gratifying is that the countless drills in his mind before he went out worked. He successfully said all the key words in the shortest time before his brain died, and he didn't come up with any damn "death stay". Bai", in this way, even if His Majesty the Emperor doesn't understand all the content he wants to convey, he can at least conduct a series of investigations based on key words, and then...

Keep that terrifying rogue from the gates of the Empire.

Lord Beaumeier leaned quietly in his chair, closed his eyes serenely, and waited for death to come fully.

After a few seconds, he found that he was still breathing, but death did not come as expected.

The brain is throbbing, and the heart is a little uncomfortable, but it doesn't look like a sign of death, but it looks like a simple tension.

Lord Beaumeier opened his eyes in confusion. He looked down at his body and murmured subconsciously, "This... I'm not dead?"

"It seems so,

The voice of Emperor Rosetta came calmly, finally making the confused Lord Beaumeier find himself again. The latter raised his head and saw that His Majesty the Emperor was watching him quietly, his expression indifferent. With some kind of... playfulness, "Lord Beaumeier, you appear to be alive. "

Then, before poor Beaumeier could ask questions, Rosetta beckoned to the side: "Diana, Mr. Lord needs a refreshing glass of iced wine."

The black-haired maid walked out of nowhere in the next second, holding a glass of wine whose temperature was constantly being lowered until he took the glass. After expressing his thanks, he took a sip of the wine almost instinctively. The cold feeling finally made him recover a little thinking ability: "Your Majesty, I..."

"Answer my question first," Rosetta looked into Beaumeier's eyes. "Did you just hang in the fear of death? You have some kind of curse on you that can kill you—it will tell according to you. A certain keyword? Does it work with your psyche, or is it something that monitors thoughts and words?"

"Yes...Yes, Your Majesty," Lord Beaumeier replied honestly, "It should have been so, but why..."

"This room blocks all spiritual spells," Rosetta adjusted her sitting position on the chair and said indifferently, "In fact, it blocks almost all spell effects, including curses rooted in itself, and remote spiritual monitoring, resulting in Psychological cues of suicide, and all the damaging magic that activates over time."

Lord Beaumeier slowly widened his eyes with undisguised wonder on his face.

Rosetta ignored him, but turned her head to a corner of the room and said, "Ms. Windsor Maple, thank you for your shelter - but please continue to maintain the effect of the shelter, we are not sure about Lord Beaumeier's body. whether the 'curse' will delay the onset."

Only then did Bomeier notice that there was a fourth person in the room - the legendary-level Mage Association president seemed to have been standing there, but it wasn't until Rosetta spoke that he saw the man wearing a lavender dress. , A graceful and elegant lady walked slowly from there.

The opponent held a mysterious orb in his hand that seemed to be completely condensed by magic power. The runes on the surface of the orb circulated, and it was the invisible power it radiated that sheltered the entire room.

Astonished, Lord Beaumeier subconsciously said to himself: "Why..."

"Since the day before yesterday, four people have died mysteriously while trying to 'report'," said Windsor Maple, who was holding a magic ball in his hand. The eyes of arcane energy seem to be able to see all the secrets, "The details are amazingly consistent - they seem to try to say something to others before they die, or convey some information through hints and riddles, but when they have just put their thoughts into The moment of action burns the brain."

"Two of them died in the Obsidian Palace, and the other two went to find Duke Ferdinand and Duke Severn respectively," Emperor Rosetta continued, "there may be more similar situations - but they have not been reported yet. Or they die at home by accidentally uttering a key word before they even get to the person they want to talk to."

Bomeier was stunned, and a look of fear and fear could not help but appear on his face.

It turns out that he didn't even have a chance to say those well-thought keywords... Fortunately, when he practiced at home, he didn't dare to turn the thoughts in his mind into words and deeds in reality, but only superficially simulated it in his superficial consciousness... …

"After such an incident, the think tank of the Royal Society of Mages immediately analyzed the possible reasons. We believe that there is some kind of crisis, and at the same time, a large number of insiders are trying to warn the royal family, but all insiders are being monitored by some kind of insider. The spell of the mind is controlled, or it is planted with a curse that will trigger itself with the keyword," Windsor Maple said casually, "Currently, the spies of the Royal Society of Mages and the Rogue Force are secretly monitoring the entire Austrian Durnan, look for potential 'warning men' and try to bring them to this room while keeping them alive.

"But you came here on your own initiative, Lord Bomeier. This is our unexpected gain."

Rosetta nodded and looked into Lord Beaumeier's eyes: "Fortunately, Lady Windsor's powerful force successfully blocked that potential curse, which proves that part of our judgment is correct, and you, Beaumeier Lord... Now let's prove that another part of our judgment is equally correct. Tell me in detail what those key words of yours mean, and what kind of crisis is threatening my empire?"

Lord Beaumeier blinked, and after figuring out the situation, he finally calmed down completely. With a certain indifference and a trace of happiness that transcended life and death, he smiled bitterly and said calmly: "Your Majesty, I have been subjected to power and knowledge. Bewitched, accepting a 'gift' that should not be accepted, I...is an 'Eternal Sleeper'.

"Your Majesty, in the Throat of Orlandel, there is a secret lair, which is shrouded in a powerful spiritual suggestion field and a large-scale dream ban, which has been ignored by everyone..."

...

To the north and south of Alder, and to the south of Shadow Swamp, a black-painted magic energy train is parked quietly beside the newly built platform.

This is the earliest completed magic energy train station in the Typhon Empire, and it is also one of the transportation hubs to the neighboring Cecil Empire.

As early as the Ansu era, when the Cecil Empire was still the "Principality of Cecil", related projects had already started. At that time, the Archduke Cecil and the Typhon Empire signed a trade agreement to pass a railway line at the foot of the Dark Mountains. Connecting to Typhon was the beginning of the "modern trade" between the two empires - and the site here today is an extension of the former railway, and it is also one of the projects of the "Cecil Railroad Investment Company" in Typhon.

The high-power magic spar lamp hangs high on the lamp post in the center of the platform, and the projected light dispels the darkness near the station, and also illuminates the surface of the dark mechanical giant python. The huge and heavy steel machinery is in the night. It looks like a dormant giant beast, outlined by artificial lights with cold and hard lines, while the staff of the inspection site and maintenance machinery are walking around in the light, but from a distance, it looks like a giant beast coiled around. worms in general.

For Typhon, whose magical energy train and railway project has just started, this advanced and expensive precision thing is far from the stage of large-scale civilian use. In most cases, it is only eaten by those industrial cities in the hinterland of the empire. The transportation line used for raw materials, as well as the tools used to transport goods with Cecil, coupled with the fact that it was late at night, the only civilian train on this line had also stopped, making the huge platform seem quite sparse.

The two staff who patrolled the platform were handing over in front of the train-the last train of the day was about to leave for Cecil, full of textiles and alchemy raw materials produced by Typhon, and there would be no more tonight. Other trips, so that the staff seem lazy.

A figure flashed past the rear of the train, dodging into the interior of this huge industrial machine.

The lights in the corresponding area may be faulty, appearing particularly dim, and the patrol personnel cannot see a single one.

A suave, monocle-wearing Yuri in a black coat, trotted down the steel "corridor", through the connecting gates and the freight cars stacked with many crates, In the shadows nearby, several pairs of eyes lifted from the darkness and dropped quickly.

Stepping into the last carriage, more eyes were cast from the side.

"Everyone has boarded the train," Yuri said in a succinct and low voice, "there are still fifteen minutes to go. In order to prevent the checkpoint and the Typhons getting on the train, we will have to wait until the train stops at Baisha Station. Try to avoid making noise, let alone cross the penultimate carriage, everyone is ready."

"It's been explained," Wendy's soft voice came from the side, "How is the situation outside?"

"Don't worry," Yuri whispered, "there are several key leaders and half of the front-line technical staff here are Cecils - the technical handover and training cycle is not over yet, and the Typhons need Cecils to be there. Here they are taught hand-to-hand how to control these huge and complex machinery and manage the railway system, so everyone who touches this train this evening is reliable."

Wendy let out a light breath, and then her eyes slowly swept across the carriage. She recalled the shock she felt when she saw this magic machine for the first time, and the "station" filled with a lot of incredible technology outside. , couldn't help but said softly: "This is really an unimaginable creation..."

"Yeah, if it's not for the conditions, I really hope to study how this thing moves," Yuri Charvin sighed, "I hope I can have a chance when I get to 'over there'..."

"I'd rather see that Miss 'Witch Jibree' and watch the magic web radio," Wendy chuckled. The people who counted heard it at the same time."

Yuri immediately shook his head: "Don't think about it, your singing is afraid that it will drag people into eternal sleep."

Wendy immediately retorted: "I can sing normally, Archbishop Yuri."

"Archbishop... let's drop this title from now on," Yuri said in a low voice, sitting down on a nearby crate, "call it by name, forget the past, or simply add 'sir' and 'madam' 'It's a good name too..."

"It's a good idea," Wendy nodded lightly, "but Mr. Yuri, you are sitting on Mr. Magnum's head, and he may have started to curse."

"I can't hear it anyway," Yuri patted the crate under his body lightly, with an indifferent expression on his face, "and it's just a 'corpse'."

Wendy shook her head helplessly, then opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but her expression changed slightly in the next instant.

At almost the same time, Yuri's expression changed slightly.

All bishops and above have received an emergency notice from Megol III at this moment——

There are psychopaths disconnected from the Eternalsleep network.

"Whistleblower" appeared.