Chapter 323 322 Foolish Roye

Chapter 323 322. Stupid Royer

Late at night, the snow monster did not appear, but something suddenly appeared in the yard.

After retrieving the crystal, Royer stared at the projection of the stone tablet without saying a word for a long time. Only his empty eyes reflected light in the dim room.

After a long time, he released the magic messenger and summoned Sharem, who had been waiting in the city.

"Take Little Muba and leave Civita City. I plan to meet with Dewek."

In Royer's expectation, Charem should have nodded as usual, but her eyes, which had been half asleep and half awake, were no longer blurry, and her gaze was so straight that Royer couldn't help but look away.

"He's not dead?"

Royer nodded.

"You never call him by his name, and you have always insisted on maintaining the most basic etiquette towards him." Sharem hit the nail on the head, "What happened?"

Royer hesitated for a while and explained: "If there is little hope for what you want to do, you will do the same."

An indescribable smile appeared on Xialem's pretty face. She reached out and pinched Roye's cheek flesh, not too hard, as if just to let him feel the warmth from her fingertips.

"Lu Yu may be right." Xia Leim said, "We are all in the tide, and going against the current is never a wise choice."

Royer said self-deprecatingly: "Maybe I am really bound...Shareem...I really envy his freedom."

"Have you ever thought about what to do if he protects Prince Ireland and destroys justice and justice?" Sharem put her hand on Royer's shoulder, "This is his country, and justice and law can be implemented at any time. His will changes."

Charem, who seemed drowsy and ignorant, saw exceptionally clearly. It was not until this moment that Royer truly saw another side of her.

The corner of Roye's mouth raised, and he said proudly: "I promised Xiaoniba that I would give her justice. Roye Fedina never breaks his promise to others."

Royer left the place of house arrest and entered the mansion of Civita Lord Larry Lao amidst the exclamations of the guards. Ignoring the guards who pointed their swords at him, he gently patted the knife on a stone table. Go up and pick up the tea utensil to make tea for yourself.

Old Larry's appearance exposed a gap in the crowd of guards. He wanted to step forward, but was stopped by two magicians who stretched out their hands.

"Remove these guards."

The knight captain waved his hand and was about to step forward to answer the guard's accusation, but old Larry glared back. As a last resort, he had to stand far away from the magician, ready to take action at any time.

"You have violated Solon's law by leaving that court."

"I want to see His Majesty." Royer got straight to the point.

Old Larry explained sadly: "His Majesty has been assassinated."

"He is not dead. He sent you to manage Civita just to plan the day of the assassination. I am not interested in who your target is... I want to see him."

Old Larry's expression changed, but his acting skills remained unchanged: "Solon is now under the control of the consuls..."

"I want to see him." Royer said one word at a time, "If my request is not met, I will leave here and expose your plan."

Old Larry stood up in shock: "The Fedina family will be destroyed because of your stupidity!"

Seeing Roye indifferent and drinking tea by himself, Old Larry felt that the person in front of him had gone crazy.

He turned and left, and soon after, a black owl followed him to Royer.

Black Owl threw a piece of black cloth to Roye.

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After walking for who knows how long, the black owl took off Roye's blindfold. The slightly dull air made Roye immediately know that this was the underground palace located in Civita City.

Dewek, who was assassinated by the snow monster, sat crookedly on a chair not far away. His eyes still stayed on the book, and he did not raise his head even though he knew Royer was staring at him.

Dewek said, "See through my intentions, use this to blackmail, and urgently meet with me... Royer, every decision you make makes me unable to help but think about whether there is a connection between you and the assassin."

Dwek closed the book and squinted at Royer: "Maybe you should explain?"

"Prince of Ireland's wife Martina ordered the massacre of the squirrel people village. I want a result." Under the gaze of countless pairs of black owl eyes, Roye raised his head without being humble and explained his purpose loudly.

silence.

Dwek glanced at Old Larry next to him in astonishment, and frowned suspiciously: "Just for this little thing?"

"Is this a trivial matter?" Royer asked loudly.

In Dewek's mind, Roye and Charem were both rare among the Six Pillars, understanding people who posed no threat to themselves. They abided by order and respected the imperial power. But at this moment, the respect and humility that Roye had maintained for many years disappeared. Well, he was questioning himself loudly?

Dwek laughed and patted the book with his palm: "Duke Larry, I will leave it to you to rebuild the village. The village will be free of taxes for the next five years; compensation will be paid to the only survivor according to the number of dead. , One cow, one sheep, and one gold coin are really not satisfactory... Two hundred cows and sheep will be made up at one time, and one hundred gold coins will be sent."

"Ellan is covering up and will be fined according to the law."

"Martina committed murder and is prohibited from leaving the territory in the future."

After announcing slowly, Dewek walked past a group of black owls with their heads lowered and came to Roye: "Are you satisfied?"

"According to Solon's Code, Martina should be deposed and burned at the stake!"

Dwek's face darkened a little: "You should know some rules."

"The code is the rules."

Devik turned his back and seemed a little impatient: "Some rules are not written in the code, but are tacitly understood among the nobles. You should support such rules. Even if you leave the Ferdiner family, you are still a member of the nobles."

"You are the honorable Lord of Solon. Do you want to take the lead in violating the supreme Solon Code?"

The eyes of the black owl hidden under the hood all looked at Roye, who gradually stood up and looked at Dievik.

The naked usurpation made the protective old Larry at a loss, so he had to shout loudly: "Don't blaspheme the king!"

"This is not blasphemy. I just want to ask you on behalf of those who have struggled in pain for a lifetime." Roye used all his strength to shout out the words that he had been brewing in his heart countless times but swallowed for various reasons.

"Are they your people?"

"Do you regard them as your own people?"

Only the sound of breathing echoed in the underground palace.

After a long adventure life, Roye has lost his early vigor. He realized that there is gray between black and white. Most of the time, they are operating in the gray area. If they insist on erasing the gray, then black and white will reveal sharp thorns, and anyone who wants to walk will be stabbed and bleed.

Before today, he would not ask this question.

But now, Roye just wants to get an answer from Divik's answer - an answer that allows him to make a choice.

"Will a shepherd be sad for the sudden death of dozens of sheep among tens of millions of sheep?" Devik asked back, "He will only think about whether there is a plague spreading. Stopping the plague, moving the sheep, and not letting them see those poor dead creatures, so that they don't panic, is the top priority."

"The head sheep leading the flock to riot is what the shepherd should worry about. The flock belongs to the shepherd and the head sheep. The shepherd always likes the head sheep who is obedient to him and strong to the flock. For this reason, the shepherd doesn't mind feeding them a little."

Devik said coldly: "Make your identity clear. You are the head sheep, not the meat sheep waiting for the wool shearing and the butcher's knife. It's a bit ridiculous to feel compassion for the meat sheep after being with them for a long time."

Roye took a deep breath and lowered his head.

"Merias thought so back then."

Devik laughed loudly. He stopped the black owls from taking further actions. When the laughter died down, he said, "Not only Melias, but shepherds in any country would think so. The only difference is the extent to which the shepherds pluck the sheep."

Devik looked into Roye's eyes - those righteous eyes revealed his disappointment in himself without disguising it.

"Take Roye back to rest." Dievik returned to his seat, his calm tone revealing a chilling coldness. "The prey has been caught. Whether you can expose it or not, it will not change their fate. Just wait. Those poor squirrel people have already received the best justice. The leader... bring the good news to the little squirrel."

After being blindfolded and sent back to the place of house arrest, Roye took out the projection crystal sent by the snow monster and looked at it for a long time, then laughed at himself.

"Sure enough... I still have to do it myself."

Roye drew a bucket of spring water and dipped his face in it, making his hot face cool and refreshing. The deep depression accumulated on his face disappeared at this moment.

The spring water flowed on the long sword, gently wrapping the sword body, and there seemed to be a clanging sound echoing.

Lu Yu was right. Extra persistence will only bring endless troubles and pain. Only by abandoning everything can you get peace and tranquility.

Lu Yu is a smart man...

"But I'm a fool..."

"Fools can only do stupid things..."

Over and over again, the mirror-like blade reflected Luo Ye's resolute face.

He has never known what he wants so clearly.

He always compromises.

Compromise with himself, compromise with the rules, compromise with the imperial power...

Compromise is to comply with the rules while satisfying everyone, but if complying with the rules can't get everything you want...then some options should be taken seriously.

Roye sheathed his sword and sat on the ground holding it. When the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, he took everything and left the courtyard quietly.

Leaving Civita, Roye found the right direction and rode north without stopping.

Bathed in the moonlight, Roye's heart was beating wildly.

He was excited.

The towering city appeared on the horizon, and the outline of the building outlined by the moonlight was thick and majestic.

Roye easily used the sword as a fulcrum and leaped onto the city wall. A night patrol knight had his throat cut by his long sword before he could shout.

Roye wanted to say sorry, but looking at the knight who was covering his throat and making a "ho ho" sound, he smiled and pierced his heart, giving him the most merciful death.

Tonight is not suitable for sneaking, the moonlight like mercury makes the earth hazy.

Roye, who was stepping on the mercury, was discovered by the magicians when he entered the magnificent palace group without surprise.

The magic power burst out, leaving a series of colorful magic tracks in the air, disrupting and breaking the thin moonlight. The quiet beauty was no longer beautiful because of the countless figures "dancing" in the moonlight.

Holding the heads of three magicians, Roye waved the long sword in his hand freely. Every time he made a move, several guards who blocked him would fall down.

"Put down your weapons. I won't kill those who don't resist." Roye smiled gently.

The low-level warriors swallowed their saliva, and as one person's weapon left his hand, the crisp sound of metal falling to the ground continued.

Roye didn't even look at these people, holding the magician's head and passing through them as if no one was around, and walked straight into the room.

Martina, who was only wearing a red gauze dress, huddled in a corner of the big bed, terrified.

Roye looked at the head in his hand belatedly, threw it out the door, and then apologized politely and elegantly: "I brought an unnecessary gift, please don't mind, Miss Martina."

No matter how beautiful a woman is, her expression will not be too beautiful when she sees such a horrified scene. Martina, trembling all over, screamed loudly and kept calling for help.

Roye took a pot of wine from his waist - when they were in Lu Yu's territory, Lu Yu, who never drank, drank with him all night.

The red maple fruit of the Red Flame Mountains is said to be the fruit watered by the blood of the vampires in folk legends. In fact, it is just a specialty of the red maple deep in the Red Flame Mountains. The fruit wine brewed from this fruit is sweet and mellow, and Roye likes it very much.

Lu Yu's hardworking housekeeper, Miss Sigrid, purchased a lot of it, supposedly to feed the slime. He once thought this novel reason was an excuse to cover up the fact that Lu Yu drank.

"What a good wine..." Luo Ye muttered to himself, and then took a gulp.

The sweetness lingered on the tip of his tongue, and the slightly stimulating aftertaste, Luo Ye suddenly remembered the scene when he drank with Lu Yu...

A lord, a man, his face flushed after just two sips...

Roye laughed, and tears flowed down his face as he laughed.

"Miss Martina, would you like to drink some? This is what a friend and I drank... It's very memorable, and not available to ordinary people."

Martina opened the box full of jewels and gold coins and picked up a handful: "No matter who you are... Let me go, I can give you everything here."

Roye said to himself: "My friend warned me... People should learn to let go of some things, so that they can live happily and comfortably..."

Martina opened the box hidden in the room in one breath, and the metallic smell was blocked by the sweet red maple wine outside Roye's nose.

"My husband is Prince Elland of Solon. You must have heard of him. No matter why you come, he can always meet your requirements!"

Roye poured the can of wine that made his thoughts return to the night of drinking with Lu Yu on the long knife. The wine washed the deep red, and the dripping sound when it dripped on the ground struck the hearts of everyone inside and outside the house.

"He is a very smart man with unique wisdom... The words of the wise cannot be ignored, so I put it down." Roye picked up the long knife washed with wine and walked towards Martina step by step.

"Roye, as the Sixth Pillar, do you want to tarnish the glory of your ancestors!"

The magician who hurried over recognized Roye's identity as soon as he landed. Seeing Martina who was forced into a corner and almost collapsed, he tried to awaken this crazy person with the thing that nobles valued most.

Roye looked back, and then the corners of his mouth rose, his smile was bitter, and the ridicule was beyond words.

"Miss Martina, the dead squirrel man needs justice."

Martina was stunned for a moment, her big eyes full of confusion: "Squirrel man?"

Roye understood her reaction and stabbed the knife with a smile.

"There is no more Roye Fedina..."