Chapter 842 Another Batch of Guests

Pea is a very lively little girl.

And she has a skill that can keep drinking and eating while drinking water - this skill should be attributed to her strange magic device called "nerve thorns".

The banquet is still going on, but Asharena has little interest in paying attention to the "diplomatic progress" on Sir Gorosh's side. With the good eloquence and affinity she has cultivated during her travels, she has been with this in a very short time. The little girl named "Peas" became friends, they hid in an unobtrusive corner and tasted Cecil's special food, and the peas - the peas were full of mouths, and they did not stop talking .

"...My dad is usually very busy. He finally took a long vacation last winter, but he spends half of the day wandering outside, either looking for someone to drink or go to a football game. I told him many times and he didn't listen. , do you know the ball game? It was invented by His Majesty. Oh, I am not interested, but the boys like it very much... Mom? I was adopted by my father, and I can't remember what my biological mother looked like...

"Now? Not now, Dad never got married, but he always said he had a lot of close women when he was younger...I suspect he's bragging because I haven't seen any of them...Huh? What do you think? No? Why?"

Pea said with great interest, but at this moment a hint of doubt suddenly appeared: "Ah yes, sister, why are you so interested in my father's affairs?"

Asha Lena finally found a chance to speak, she smiled: "I know your father, little girl."

Pea's mouth was full of cake, his eyes were wide open, and there was a strange purring sound from the talker.

"I've known him twenty years ago, when he was a mercenary captain," Asha Lena said with a smile, she felt more and more interesting about this little girl named Pea, and she was so surprised that she was about to choke His expressions were so funny, "Little girl, your father didn't brag—at least when he was young, there were never many women around him."

As Pea tried to swallow the food in his mouth, a suspicious voice came from the talker; "...Really?"

"Of course it's true," Asarena handed Pea a glass of water from the side, "you can ask him yourself later."

Pea blinked her eyes, her expression was surprised and weird, and it took a long time to finally organize a meaningful language: "...Then I shouldn't call you sister, auntie."

Asalina's movement of handing the water glass instantly stiffened.

At this moment, she was finally 100% sure that this little girl named Pea was indeed brought up by Byron.

...

Ser Gorosh had a friendly conversation with Gawain Cecil the Great, but they didn't go too far.

As a banquet for the first contact, this is not an occasion for deep discussion of state affairs, and two people from completely different social environments, even different races, need a period of time to slowly adjust to each other's rhythm when they meet for the first time, and they talk casually. After discussing a few things about the customs and customs of their respective countries, and talking about the prospect of peace in the future, Gawain left temporarily, leaving the time to Sir Gorosh—and the advisors and entourage he brought.

After a few minutes, Ser Gorosh finally found the Dragon Seal Witch wandering in the hall, and he walked quickly towards the other party: "Ms. Asarena, I was looking for you just now, where are you going... Asarena Miss Na? You don't look very good?"

Hearing Ser Gorosh's voice, Asarena finally woke up from a slightly absent-minded state, she quickly shook her head, then tapped a finger on her temple, and said, almost muttering, "I'm fine, I'm fine... ah, Ser Gorosh, what did you talk to His Majesty Gawain?"

"Just a few greetings and an introduction to my country,

"Gorosh said casually, "His Majesty Gawain is a straightforward and knowledgeable person, and it is pleasant to talk to him... Ms. Asarena, are you really okay?" You look like you've eaten a whole pot of spoiled pickled peas..."

"...Ser Gorosh."

Ser Gorosh was taken aback by Asarena's gloomy expression: "What's wrong?"

"Your one-liners that are outdated for three centuries are not funny at all!!"

"?"

...

Gawain left the banquet hall of Autumn Palace, and he brought only a few entourages to the small courtyard behind Autumn Palace.

A magic car has been waiting here for a long time.

Gawain walked straight to the side of the car, and the nearby air suddenly trembled and twisted, and Amber's figure gradually emerged from it, jumping lightly beside Gawain.

"I thought you would accompany the guests from the Holy Dragon Principality the whole time," Amber raised his eyelids and glanced at Gawain as he opened the car door, "That's the mysterious 'Dragonborn'."

"The dragons are more mysterious than them, and I've dealt with them a lot," Gawain bent down and sat in the car, looking at Amber who got in the car behind him, and said casually, "Hetty and Rebecca will host the banquet in my place. In the second half of the show, the presence of two members of the immediate royal family was enough etiquette—as for me, I have to do something more meaningful than talking diplomatic rhetoric to people at the banquet."

"I agree with your last sentence - let's go," Amber raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, she greeted the mechanic who was driving in front of her, and then looked back at Gawain, "Other A group of 'guests' have been waiting at the North Shore Development Area, they seem a little uneasy, but they are quite orderly."

"...Uneasy?" Gawain frowned, "I didn't imprison them again."

"Yes, not only did you not detain them, but you also sent priests and nuns to take care of them," Amber rolled his eyes, "You might as well send the army directly there."

The corners of Gao Wen's eyes couldn't help shaking.

"It's impossible," he sighed, "that's a group of experts in the field of mind, although they have already expressed their surrender, but before the observation test is completely over, I don't dare to let regular staff come into contact with those people. Compared with ordinary soldiers, the white knights and armed nuns who are firm-minded, have received special willpower training, and are protected by high-intensity holy light at any time have extremely high mental resistance. I can think of letting them go to the scene of nursing. the safest way.”

Amber nodded helplessly: "Okay, yes."

In the North Shore Development Zone, in a meeting place that has not yet been opened to the public, Yuri and a large number of Eternal Sleeper priests who have changed their clothes are resting in the hall.

Among them were the priests who crossed the border on the last train, as well as the members of the order who had successfully crossed the border in two batches before that - the latter stayed in the White Sand Hills for two days until the last group led by Yuri People arrived, and everyone took the magic energy train to Cecil City today.

There is a newly installed ventilation system in the assembly hall, and the management of the facility also provides sufficient drinking water and food, which is not bad for a group of "cultists" who have come to a foreign country for the first time and have not been able to see the light temporarily. treatment, but Yuri's compatriots still feel a little uneasy.

Because a group of fully-armed Holy Light Warriors guards all the entrances and exits of the assembly, and the "image" of those Holy Light Warriors... is really imposing.

Half of them were giants nearly two meters tall—a staggering height perhaps due in part to their equally astonishing silver-white armor, armed with huge warhammers and iron around their waists. Metal prayer books are bound by chains. They claim to be Cecil's priests of the Holy Light. In Yuri's view, the only connection between these people and the "priest" is that they can indeed see a lot of sacred runes. ——Those runes were stamped on their helmets with stencils, or hung on their armor with lacquer and scripture tapes, not so much a sacred symbol, but more like the knights left on their own armor after killing the enemy. "Scars of Glory" under.

And the other half of these people—thank goodness, at least women who look a little more gracious.

If these ladies don't have spears of unknown power in their hands (maybe a staff or a long-handled warhammer? Or something that can open a human brain?), and they are not equipped with cold light and dense mechanical gloves, even more so. All right.

Archbishop Semler, who arrived at the White Sand Hills a day earlier than Yuri, but arrived at the meeting place on the same day as everyone else, sat on the bench in the hall and couldn't help but whispered to Yuri next to him, "I have some Missing the 'miners quarters' in the White Sands...at least the armed security guards from the mining companies there look much friendlier."

"...I don't understand Yu...Why did His Majesty the Emperor arrange for these Holy Light priests to watch over us," Yuri said in a low voice with a faint worry on his face, "Is it really as rumored that He has completely controlled and transformed the Church of the Holy Light in Cecil, and turned them into their own 'loyal armies'?"

"It seems like this, He will never stand with the 'God of Light'," Semler said in a deep voice, "and I think..."

A burst of heavy footsteps suddenly came from the side, making Semler's unfinished words come to an abrupt end, and a two-meter-tall, fully-armed white knight came to the midst of the eternal sleepers, stood in front of the bench, and from there A muffled low voice came from under Wen's helmet: "You guys look bad, do you need a touch of holy light or a prayer of tranquility?"

As he said that, the iron tower-like warrior weighed the warhammer in his hand, placed the killing weapon with astonishing weight sideways in his hand, and began to turn a certain switch on its handle.

Semler's face changed suddenly: "No, we don't need it!"

He very much doubted that the "touch of the Holy Light" in the other's mouth was rounded and released.

In fact, as an archbishop-level Eternal Sleeper priest, his powerful power is not necessarily weaker than these white knights who call themselves "priests", but the style of these iron giants is really weird, and the surging power of the Holy Light is really powerful. What's more important is that this place is still under the eyes of "outlanders", and every "guard" here is sent by foreigners. The combination of these factors makes Semler and Yuri nervous. .

"Understood," the burly and tall white knight said in a loud voice, not insisting, "If you need to, speak at any time."

The tower finally left.

Both Yuri and Semler breathed a sigh of relief, and then helplessly smiled bitterly to face each other, Yuri muttered softly: "This place... is much weirder than I thought."

At this time, Wendy, who had never spoken, suddenly broke her silence: "Actually, I think it's okay, I mean those armed nuns - don't you think their equipment is very beautiful?"

Yuri's eyes suddenly turned strange when he looked at Wendy: "Ms. Wendy... are you serious?"

Thankfully, this weird topic and the weird atmosphere in the meeting place were finally broken down in the next second.

"His Majesty Gawain Cecil is here—"

At this moment, the high-pitched announcement of the attendant was like a sound of nature, making both Yuri and Semler refreshed at the same time.

The eternal sleepers in the hall raised their heads and looked towards the door. They saw that the door was open, and the white knights and armed nuns guarding the door respectfully retreated to both sides, forming a neat queue to greet them. And a figure more burly than the white knights appeared there, he turned his back to the sun, and walked into the hall as if descending.

Outlander.

In reality, living, breathing.

The Eternal Sleeper priests present at the same time felt a strange feeling, as if something in the mythical world suddenly stood in front of them, but appeared in a mortal and harmless posture. These people are used to weaving dreams, and just now The priests who had experienced a great deal of turmoil were in a trance at this moment, until Gawain's voice suddenly sounded, dragging them back to reality——

"Welcome to Cecil, future citizens of the Empire—and hopefully most of you will be well on your way to attaining this status in the future."