Chapter 347 346 The Hidden Truth

Chapter 347 346. The hidden truth

On the way to the communication array, Lu Yu finally found an opportunity to approach Sera.

"Why are you pinching my doll!" He tried to lower his voice and asked with gritted teeth.

After being discovered, Sera behaved freely. He stiffened his neck and said nonchalantly: "I didn't pinch Lulu's face well, and it looked weird, so I thought I would pinch someone else to practice. Think about it carefully, you are the only one in the territory who doesn't feel sorry for pinching a messy face."

The moment the quilt was lifted, Lu Yu saw it very clearly.

"Don't try to lie to me, that face is very restored!"

"Yes, it's because of the restoration that I stayed." Sera said with a smile, "I can't beat you, but you don't mind beating the doll?"

"Oh, by the way, the doll is stronger than you, and it can't be broken no matter how you beat it, hehe."

Sera smiled and said something that made Lu Yu sweat.

It seems that every time I have close contact with Lulu, there will be a poor puppet bearing the anger...

Next to the huge communication array built next to the castle, Mile nodded to Lulu who came and sent the owl magic messenger on the back of his hand.

"Just in case, I took the messenger out of the territory to listen. The people who came to you are two gold-level adventurers. They claimed to have been commissioned by Xia Leim to send a squirrel man to live in the territory."

"This group of people said that we did not go to the vicinity of Broken Gold City as agreed. Because we dare not go deep into the mountains, we can only take the squirrel man to live in the city temporarily."

After listening to Mile's words, Lulu was confused.

"Agreement? What agreement?"

The confused Lulu triggered the messenger and heard the same content as Mile said.

She picked up the statue, but did not find that Xia Leim had sent her a message.

Sera took the statue to check and did not find that the array was wrong.

Lu Yu, who has always been cautious, has been thinking about whether there is a fraud. Now that Dawn Territory has no information channels in the four major countries, basic information acquisition must go through Broken Gold City, which is inefficient.

Sensitive, he even wondered whether Xia Leimu had encountered an accident. If so, whether Luo Ye had also...

"Send a message to Xia Leimu and confirm the authenticity first."

Since information transmission and response take time, Lu Yu sent people to Broken Gold City quietly and found the person who sent the magic messenger according to the address in the message.

A man and a woman, a squirrel man, did not find any abnormalities after a day of observation.

Just when Lu Yu was thinking about whether to try to make contact, Lulu's tentacle statue sent a magical fluctuation.

"Sorry, it seems that the message failed to be sent for the first time. It happened suddenly. I hope you can help take care of Xiao Niba for a while. After I find Luo Ye..."

The voice stopped abruptly. I don't know whether Xia Leimu triggered something by mistake or encountered something, and it must be cut off.

Although there are still doubts, Lu Yu still took Xiao Niba back to Dawn Territory.

When a basket of white bread appeared in front of Xiao Niba, she swallowed her saliva, but when her eyes touched Lu Yu and others, she immediately suppressed her naked desire.

Seeing that Xiao Niba never said a word, standing or sitting obediently like a puppet, Lu Yu handed the bread over.

"Eat it."

After another long silence, Xiao Niba, who was surrounded by people, whispered timidly: "It's too expensive..."

"No money, eat as you like."

Xiao Niba's eyes were still full of fear. Even if the bread was close at hand, even if her saliva had overflowed from the corners of her mouth, she still lowered her head humbly, as if every time she looked at Lu Yu, it was a torment.

At the critical moment, it had to be Sigrid.

With her experience as a slave, she went out and found a black-clothed nun who had just cleaned the pasture and whose clothes were dirty, and threw the white bread to her.

After bowing to everyone in the room, she smiled and stuffed the fluffy and soft white bread into her mouth, chewing it intoxicatedly.

Little Mud swallowed her saliva, and when she raised her head again, she looked at Sigrid and asked tentatively, "My Lord... can I really eat it..."

"Absolutely."

The Mist Fairy brought a basin of water to wash Little Mud's dusty hands. The poor squirrel man jumped up flattered as soon as her hands were touched. She didn't dare to let the delicious food fall to the ground with the bread in her mouth, but she couldn't speak, so she had to shake her head desperately.

"You look a little dirty, and the Mist Fairy can't stand it... Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I said you just eat it, and I'll ask you some questions after you're full."

Finally relaxed, Little Mud nodded desperately.

Lulu and Sera sighed on the side.

They couldn't see anything unusual about Little Mud's behavior. She was exactly the same as those slaves who were oppressed and engraved the fear of being in power into their bones. Even if they were treated a little more equally, they would be uneasy.

Little Niba is a big eater. She gobbled up half of a basket of bread. It is hard to imagine that this body, which is smaller than Lulu, can hold so much food. If Lulu can eat half as much as Little Niba, Lu Yu would jump for joy.

Perhaps because she had nothing to do, the fog demon carefully combed Little Niba's hair that was stuck together in large clumps. When she was full, she had become a different person, at least she could be seen as a girl.

In Xiao Niba's narration, Lu Yu learned the details of the regicide incident in Civita. When he mentioned that his parents died in the winter hunting of the nobles, Xiao Niba paused and his voice became softer, but very Quickly, he tried his best to put on an ugly smile and continued to talk.

Lulu clenched her fists when she heard this. Almost for a moment, she thought of her parents. If the nobles of Solon could have been more merciful at that time, maybe the outcome would have been different.

Xiao Niba has never studied rhetoric, and her narrative is full of the simplicity and directness of documentary literature. With tears in her eyes, she said that when Roye broke into Ireland at night and killed Martina with a knife, she was so depressed that she could not breathe. Everyone seemed to have seen Royer's decisive sword that left no escape route.

Sera was thoughtful. Lu Yu and Lulu looked at each other and smiled after realizing that Roye had cut off their retreat - maybe they would join the Dawn Territory soon.

Xiao Niba was entrusted by Xialem to two gold-level adventurers who were relatively familiar with him, and then followed Roye's trail and left. Xiao Niba knew nothing about the whereabouts of the two.

Little Niba, who happened to be thirsty, took the wooden cup handed over by the mist demon and took a swig of water.

After calculating the time of the regicide, Lu Yu frowned: "Almost forty days have passed. Now I'm afraid the whole of Solon is looking for Roye. Where can he go?"

The fact that the Solon Empire has not released any relevant information is enough to prove that he has not been caught. If a sixth-level warrior has escaped from Solon, it should not take that long to reach the Dawn Territory.

Lulu rubbed Little Niba's head: "It's okay, since it was Xia Leim who entrusted you to us, then Dawn Territory is your home. Mi Lai, arrange for a nun in black who likes children to take her to familiarize herself with the environment. , after asking her what she is good at, let her integrate into everyone as soon as possible. "

Mi Lai nodded in agreement and left with the still timid little Niba.

Lu Yu took out the statue, thought for a moment, and sent the message.

"Royer, we're about to close."

…

…

The sky was lead-grey, and the humid air accompanied by the salty sea breeze kept beating Royer's face. The roaring waves hit the rocks and quickly turned into a series of white water foam. The sound of the tide poured into his ears like thunder. , as if to pull him out of his complicated emotions.

The patter of raindrops was the outpost of the violent storm, and the torrential rain rushing in like cavalry had been brewing repeatedly in the sky. Suddenly, there was a thunderous explosion, and a blue-purple electric arc jumped and flickered, splitting a gap in the extremely gloomy sky. , but more black quickly rushed in from all directions, swallowing up the fleeting lightning.

Raindrops flowed down Royer's hand holding the knife at an angle, and the blade drew a straight line of wet water. A series of water droplets dripped from the tip of the knife - most of the time, Royer's knife would only bleed.

Royer's eyes were fixed on the tall snow monster not far away.

The snow monster held the heavy knight's spear in exactly the same posture. This heavy weapon that was supposed to penetrate the enemy's formation when the cavalry charged was weightless in the hands of the snow monster. He held the end of the spear tightly and straightened his waist. As straight as pine and cypress, he revealed two deep and cold eyes under the mask, and his gaze was cold.

"Son of the Fedina family, you disappoint me."

The snow monster's rich male voice was full of anger.

With the thunder in the distance, he suddenly raised his voice, and his anger made his voice hoarse: "You already know everything. The truth shrouded in the mists of time writes the cruelest facts, the lies that stand on the top of Solon Mountain. The maggots that breed constantly in the earth are created. They gnaw at the flesh of the humble and multiply in a fetid manner.”

Roye was speechless, his hand holding the knife a little tighter.

"The hero's wishes are misinterpreted, and when the comforted soul is defiled, the blasphemer puts on a mask of hypocrisy and steps on countless glorious wreckages to reach heights. They are the most disgusting ghouls, with their flickering Feed on the light, feed on the brave and fearless souls, feed on the beautiful prayers from the hearts of good people!”

"In the end, the scavenger became another giant owl." The snow monster shouted: "Melias!"

The tip of the knife trembled, and the steady flow of rain drained to the ground.

"That's enough."

"Enough?" The snow monster laughed loudly, "The sharp facts can always make people with fantasies raise their heads and look directly at the naked distortions that exist on this land. My child, you should recall that ethereal gaze. "Excessive pity for the suffering people on this land makes you lose the basic ability to evaluate the situation."

The snow monster turned the gun, and the thunder and lightning across the sky shone with dazzling light, making the silver gun shine.

"I can bring you here, and stopping you is not an option. Roy Fedina, I am making a statement, not asking for advice. In this era, there is no one worthy of my consultation."

"A long life makes you so arrogant?"

Roye's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he carefully watched the snow monster's silver armor woven with dragon scales, looking for an angle from which to draw the knife.

"A long life will indeed not give me wisdom that is different from ordinary people. All I have is more memories." The snow monster tapped his head with his finger. "For fools who are blinded by fictional history, I am relatively Be knowledgeable, because the history you are talking about...I was there.”

"Dewek covered up the truth, gained the throne, fabricated lies, and suppressed the Six Pillars...I have been witnessing it." The snow monster sneered, "The Six Pillars fell, and the thief held the country for five hundred years, but such a truth requires me to come. Tell me...shouldn't I be arrogant?"

Roye was trembling all over, with anger, unwillingness, resentment, sadness, and all kinds of feelings coming to his mind at the same time. His knife was already unstable.

When he saw the rubbing of the inscription left by the Yeti, he was disdainful and thought it was a poor creation.

However, after comparing the handwriting on the inscription with the relics of his ancestors, he collapsed after he saw the skeleton of the dragon that embedded the inscription into his flesh and blood and engraved it into history with magic on his tailbone.

In this inscription from 500 years ago, the six pillars made it clear that Solon should be a country where all races are equal.

And Divik's ancestors revised history and turned Solon into a privileged place for humans and the six major races.

They once sat together and imagined the new order after the war.

They wrote the inscription with joy, freedom, and an open heart together with the dragons who fought side by side.

The large blank space on the monument was enough for the leaders of each race to write their own names.

The prayer for the unestablished country was expressed in every word. Roye seemed to see the scene of his ancestors sitting by the campfire, drinking and singing... Knowing that it would be difficult for them to see the rise of the new country, they refined all the beauty flowing in their bodies into these few short lines.

In their imagination, it should be an ideal country where no one would be oppressed because of their racial identity and all races would live in harmony.

In this country, all races would be closely united and embrace each other like when facing the infected spirit.

The nameless dragon was the only survivor of this tragic war. The filth he was infected with made him unable to think normally. The torture of hallucinations and dreams turned him into a "mad dragon".

The long and long time made him begin to forget everything he had fought side by side with the six people in the past, and the beautiful idea began to wear out.

He was afraid of forgetting, and even more afraid of the inscriptions being worn out, so he integrated everything into his flesh and blood.

In the end, he forgot everything. Far away from Mela, he only remembered that he once had a hometown. Although his body still remembered how to return, his thoughts were only chaos.

Perhaps it was because he missed his hometown, or because the inscription that was integrated into his flesh and blood awakened some memories with pain, the nameless dragon returned to Mela, where he had no place to stay.

He died in pain, his body decayed, his dragon skeleton stood tall, weeds grew, and everything was covered by ruins.

In the last moments of his life, he engraved everything into his tailbone and nourished it with surging magic.

Perhaps he had long forgotten why he did this, but a wave suddenly appeared in the depths of his memory, making him realize that some things should not be completely buried with his death.

That was the light that had been sown from the clouds and mist before the birth of the country called Solon, shining on this land.

Even if it only existed in the minds of a few people, it made him feel unprecedented warmth.