Chapter 993 Double Stage

Andersa was back on the bed, her father was sitting beside her.

Everything seemed to be a dream - not even the pain caused by pulling the wound just now could not convince Andersa that it was all real. She felt her head dizzy again, and the debilitating and unbalanced dizziness came in waves. Is this a sign of waking up from a dream?

She raised her head and looked at her father's face, confirming all the details again and again, as if to engrave every wrinkle, every hair, every subtle change of expression in the other's mind, and then bring She did not know the meaning of doing this compared with the appearance she remembered more than ten years ago - but she had to find something for herself to do to calm her mind a little bit.

His father was completely different from what he remembered. Except for those eyes, Andersa could hardly find any details that matched the memory from the other's face... This was just because more than ten years had led to her forgetting her childhood. detail? Or is it because years of life experience can really make such a huge difference in a person?

"You're completely different from what I remember," she couldn't help but say, "I remember you had a very high forehead...and a wider nose than now..."

Bud reached out and touched his face.

Yes, this face should indeed have changed a lot. It is a change that is difficult to explain with the passage of time - embracing darkness and depravity comes at a price. He can't remember how many forbidden and dangerous forces he has been exposed to. I don't know how much I have paid for those powers... Flesh transformation, God's evil factor test, mutation, toxin, this face has changed between human and non-human again and again, and has been reshaped again and again, even though I have been I tried to maintain the original human appearance as much as possible, but this face has finally changed beyond recognition.

There are not many people in this world who can recognize themselves.

"This is the price of living to this day," Bud twitched the corners of his mouth and said somewhat self-deprecatingly, "Fortunately, everything has passed, and I live well here."

Andersa was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help asking the question she wanted to ask from the beginning: "So you have been in Cecil... Ansu? You are not dead at all, you are just caught by Ansu , and then became theirs?"

There was a questioning tone in her words, but she was somewhat lacking in confidence—because she was just a prisoner of war who chose to surrender, and she didn't seem to have much qualifications to question her father.

But she was obviously still a little angry, even almost annoyed - that was the emotion caused by the impact on her long-held view of life, she stared at her father, as if not only looking for an answer, but also hoping that the other party would There is a complete set of persuasive rhetoric, so that this "betrayal" is not so shameful.

Bud had long expected that there would be this question waiting for him, and he had been preparing for it for a long time, but after this moment really came, he remained silent for a long time before he gathered the courage to speak: "Ann Desa, I've... been through a lot. Over the years, I've done... more horrible things than you can imagine."

...

Margarita came to a tower on the western wall of Solimborg. Although it was a cold winter day in the "outside" world, the wind blowing from the tower was still as warm as spring. She pushed her forehead away. A strand of broken hair blown by the wind looked up at the direction of the trunk of the giant tree, and let out a light breath.

This is the highest place in the entire Solimburg, but even here, the majestic canopy of the Solin giant tree is still a long way from Margarita. She looked up at the layered green "dome". The countless glowing vines dotted between the domes and the mycelium hanging down like a veil glitter like a starry night. If you don’t know the secret behind this, who would have thought that such a dreamy wonder is actually rooted in a Above the abyss of flesh and blood of the Dark Order?

There was a rustling sound nearby, and some flower vines that were originally clinging to the tower came to behind Margarita, and Bertila walked out slowly from the flower vines: "Good day, General Margarita."

Margarita didn't look back: "Is the reunion between the 'eldest lady' and her father going well?"

"The atmosphere is not bad... Although it's a little bad now, but I think they will go well in the end," Bertila said, then she paused, "Actually, I don't think Bud has left himself for more than a dozen years now. Years of experience at the End of Everything told his daughter that it was a good choice - especially if the latter's injuries were not healed, but he doesn't seem to think so."

"...they haven't seen each other for too long, maybe Mr. Budd couldn't find a better topic than this, and it doesn't look like that Miss Andersa Wendell would be in that sort of thing. People with out of control impulses."

"Perhaps," Bertila was silent for a moment, then said softly, "I haven't had relatives or friends for too long, and I don't quite understand this aspect... The experience and memory of hundreds of years ago, put it in It probably doesn’t apply to this generation.”

Margarita took a deep look at the ancient Druid who could no longer be considered a human, and said casually: "You should have also received the news - the Thorin area will send a team that includes combat, construction, and A mixed support force, including medics, headed to the Winter Wolf Keep front to deal with the growing Typhon counterattack there."

"Ah, of course I received it. After all, I undertake a lot of work here," Bertila said indifferently. "This is normal. A considerable number of the production and construction corps in the Sorin area were recruited from the Eastern Territory last year. They understand that The situation in the Changfeng-Winterwolf confrontation area."

"...Do you have any feelings for yourself?" Margarita couldn't help asking.

But Bertila asked her back: "What do you want to say?"

"You used to be a Typhon, although that was a long time ago," Margarita looked at each other seriously, "strictly speaking... you are even one of the ancestors of Rosetta Augustus, a Typhon The Feng royal family. Now that Typhon is suffering a cataclysm and Cecil is at war with them, I thought you would pay extra attention to that."

"You said it too, it was a long time ago," Bertila smiled suddenly, although the smile was a little stiff, "I have been away from Typhon much longer than the time since Bud and his daughter were separated, as long as I Forgot what those faces of the Augustus family looked like. There are no people I know there now, no cities and streets I know, not even the Orlandelle I remember sank into the earth two hundred years ago The depths...it's an unfamiliar place to me now, and I don't think I have anything to feel."

Margarita was stunned for a moment, and then slowly revealed a smile: "That's true."

A gust of wind blew from the far north, and the canopy of the Thorin giant tree rustled in the wind for a long time. Far to the East—yet beyond the giant tree's perception zone, all she could see as a plant was endless darkness.

...

Fog, boundless fog, fog that enveloped the entire Aldenan.

In this month of the year, a long-lasting fog will always cover the city standing on the plain, and the people of Aldernan have become accustomed to this season of thick fog, and are used to the months-long weather. , Living under the chaotic sky, to the poetic person, the fog floating between the buildings and the shadowy roofs and towers in the fog is even a mesmerizing beauty - About the Imperial City in the Mist The psalms of , have been seen everywhere and at any time for two centuries.

However, in the foggy moon of the 2nd year of Cecil (739 Typhon), what the citizens of Aldenan felt most from the familiar fog was nervousness.

An atmosphere of panic spread in the city along with all kinds of rumors, the churches of the God of War that kept making strange noises and said to have been occupied by evil spirits, those troops that were frequently mobilized, those news from the front lines, Everything is stirring up the nervous nerves of the Typhons, and on the last day of the first week of the foggy month, another really big event happened.

Compared with the vague and disturbing rumors before, at least this thing is clear: With the unanimous vote of all members of the Imperial Parliament, His Majesty the Emperor temporarily closed the Parliament.

No one knows what the future of the city -- or the country -- will be like.

But for the civilians living at the bottom of the city, they have not yet reached the level where they can worry about such "big things". The factories were still running, the exchanges, the stations and the docks still needed a large number of employees, and even because of the outbreak of this inexplicable war, the machines in the factories were turning a little more cheerfully than before, and those who worked in the factories People...they have to work harder to keep up with those bearings and gears that are spinning faster and faster.

Bonn wrapped his old coat tightly, and hurriedly walked on the road to the Magic Train Station. He had walked this road many times, and he had to leave from here almost every day to go to the station or the station. In the warehouse next to him, he moved things, loaded and unloaded the car, and then he could only set foot on his way home after the sun went down, and from here, he returned to the dilapidated apartment on Lower Cross Street. And he is not the only one walking on this road, there are many people who also go to the station to work on the same route as him - they are walking fast or slow in the fog, silent with each other, only footsteps The sound, like those gears and chains in the factory that also don't speak.

The bell of the two-wheeled bicycle came from nearby, and Bonn glanced to the side to see the young postman riding his car through the fog. The large black bag was sitting on the back seat of the car, which had been soaked a lot by the fog. .

The postman passed through the workers with a radiant, even a proud gesture, evidently considering his work to be more respectable than these coolies who could only carry goods.

Bonn shook his head and thought nothing of it, just continued on his way.

But another sound broke the calm in the fog: it came from mid-air, as if some sharp resonance swept across the city in an instant, followed by a short, high-pitched music from the air. , it was so sudden and loud that even the lingering fog of Aldernan seemed to be shaken by the sound and flowed in the winter sun.

Bonn was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized what it was - this was the sound released by the magic towers set up all over the city, and these magic towers were directly connected to the Obsidian Palace, Aldenan's Citizens know exactly what it means for these "powerful things controlled by mages" to make sounds - obviously, someone who is qualified to speak over the city is about to speak, and the whole city will listen.

This next voice will even appear in recent newspapers and be sent to various parts of the country.

Bonn shrank his neck subconsciously, and then he heard a dignified, deep male voice suddenly sounded, which startled him—

"... Greetings to my industrious and loyal people, I am your protector and loyal servant of the Empire, Rosetta Augustus...

"...The royal family has noticed the tension that permeates the city, but please relax, the situation has been effectively controlled, and recently...

"...The Empire has entered a state of wartime emergency, and the Royal Family will spare no effort to protect the rights of every citizen during these difficult times. I am now personally promulgating the following bills:

"...The rights and interests of workers in the factory will be guaranteed, and the income of all positions will not be lower than... For workers who work overtime for extended working hours and actively contribute to the empire, corresponding rewards are specially formulated...

"Regarding wartime food supplies and medical supplies..."

...

The magic broadcast echoed over the city and could be heard clearly in any corner of Aldenan.

"Crazy...crazy...crazy!!"

A stocky man walked angrily up and down the dark red carpeted hall, expensive and delicate leather boots sinking into the thick carpet, making only a small noise. His expensive dress was wrinkled by his rude movements, and even a button at the collar fell off - it was pulled off by himself in an angry display of attitude.

Several high-level battle mages in short black robes were standing near him. These battle mages were staring at the man who had lost his manners with indifferent eyes, with neither pity nor ridicule on their faces.

"He can't do it! Listen, he can't do it--even if he's the emperor!" the stocky man blushed and shouted to the black-robed mages, "He has no right to deprive me of any honor or title. , these titles were given to my family by his father, his grandfather, his great-grandfather! What have I done? I have done nothing! I am just trying to maintain our glorious traditions! You go back to the one who lives in the Obsidian Palace The people here, he has no right at all..."

"Sir Yule, there is still the last minute left for you to arrange the housework," a black-robed mage said suddenly and calmly, interrupting the man's annoyed shout, "If you confirm that you have made arrangements, please and Let's go - you have a lot to explain to Prince Hadilon in addition to the formalities."

"Explain what? I have nothing to explain!"

"For example, the three illegal manors under your name, or the extra gold in your treasury—" the black-robed mage said quietly, "or those who disappeared in your family castle?"

The stocky man blushed even more, looking angrily at the wanderer mage in front of him: "Listen, I don't know where these groundless accusations come from - and even if they exist, it's not for a man like me. What is it to the nobles of the lord? Are you going to take me away from here just on the basis of these accusations!?”

"Unfortunately, you really only have one choice - go to the Obsidian Palace with us, which at least proves your loyalty to the Empire and to His Majesty the Emperor himself."

The stocky man stared, and then he suddenly seemed to calm down again, he took a half step back, tugged at his coat, and said word by word: "Let that stinky Hadillon Augustus Come to see me in person, or let his father come!"

The battle mages looked at each other.

"Well, Sir Jules, then that's the second plan."

A mage took a step forward as he spoke.

"You are disloyal."

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