Chapter 482 CXVI National Museum

Chapter 482 CXVI. National Museum

The heavy rain seemed to pull down the dark clouds in the sky, immersing the city in ink black, and the indissoluble gloom and terror enveloped the heart.

The capital of Alan is beyond imagination. This magnificent capital built by giants is the real center of the world.

The journey lasted nearly two hours.

Li Si was not here for tourism. He had been thinking about things in the carriage and had no time to appreciate the style of the imperial capital.

When he came to his senses, he had arrived at Dragon Stone Square.

There was a grassland for nobles to park, and a commercial area built on a keel frame that blocked all rain.

The carriage stopped and waited for Li Si to finish his business and leave the royal city immediately.

"Just wait for me here."

Li Si didn't know what tricks Marcus was playing. He killed him last year, and he didn't report the matter about Heywood. And Alan didn't seem to care much about Fafner, which made Li Si worried.

But he had obtained the power of four of the thirty-three knights who dominated the continent in the past.

Li Site was not afraid of him.

"You don't know how important you are. My friend, the son of the Lord of the Neverwinter Tower, will also support you unconditionally. You are a kind of... hub of the twenty-seventh century of the Holy Spirit Calendar. It's so rare. Do you understand what it means to be the Lord of the Sword who meets those three conditions? I'll go with you."

Nashano couldn't let Li Site put himself in danger. If he died, his life's work would be ruined. Maybe he would take drugs and kill himself, just like the Glorious Knight who killed the emperor.

If Nashano said, no matter what nun, just die. Ten trillion deaths are not as important as the Lord of the Sword.

"That's fine."

Li Site got out of the car and looked at the grassland used exclusively by the nobles. It was lush and green, and there were some rare monsters parked there. The sedan was also luxurious and restrained.

There were also special waiters feeding meat to the nobles' carriages, which the common people of Bema could not eat during the New Year and other festivals.

He secretly criticized the evil imperialism.

He left the grassland with Nashanuo. There was a small episode on the way. It was a stop for nobles. Many young and beautiful female musicians from third and fourth tier came to chat with him.

But now was not the right time. They were all scolded by Nashanuo. The shameless prostitutes left in disgrace.

Walked to the Yalan National Museum.

The Dragon Stone Square covers an area of ​​45,000 acres. It is composed of the frame of the silver dragon killed by the emperor. Its dragon characteristics make its skeleton immortal for thousands of years, making it an excellent building material.

The wings of the skeleton and the shelter of the dragon's tail are one of the most prosperous commercial areas in the imperial capital. Food, clothing, jewelry, Du Geli's high-end orders, and local specialties are all available.

Even on rainy days, there are crowds of people. From the exquisite clothes and makeup, Li Site can see that they are all rich children, and they are also well-off families.

Those who can afford to buy a house in the imperial capital are not ordinary people. They are either original Alans or the best of the best dug from China or around the world. The crowd under the high-rise buildings is warm and prosperous.

The National Museum is under the dragon's ribs.

As for the head of the silver dragon, it was separated from the body after being cut off by the emperor with chains. The head of the dragon was carried by the giant and stored in the imperial palace.

The freckled newsboy hawked "Alan Era Weekly" and "Adventurer Guild Bulletin" and pestered the two people. Nashanuo identified them as nobles at a glance. Rich people like to give tips.

Nashanuo just gave the kid a silver coin, not the newspaper, and told him to get out.

The two came to the garden square that radiated out of the museum. The stone sculpture built in the shape of a silver dragon spewed clear springs, forming a shallow lake that could cover the calf. It was more beautiful than the reflection pool under the monument of his mother's capital, and the water in the pool was crystal clear.

The ornamental plants in the flower beds are carefully trimmed every day, and the flowers are fragrant.

The walking path is interspersed with glowing fluorite and pebbles. In Morrison's words, you will die if you walk on it.

Li Site had only one thought, these places are too damn rich, outrageous, and he has only experienced the tip of the iceberg of the imperial capital.

He looked up at the behemoth, damn, it's really a ten-mile dragon, no joke, is that a dragon rib? It can poke a hole in the sky.

In the past, Li Site thought that it was no problem for the emperor to blow up Gatanjea with one punch. Tiga, generally known as the little emperor, now seems to be far from it.

Damn, now twenty gene primarchs rushed out of the palace, Li Site is not surprised.

The Alan National Museum is about two hundred meters high, just reaching the middle of the silver-white dragon spine. The carvings are complex and full of wall sculptures, emphasizing the dynamic curves, interspersed with flying ribs and arches, and the appearance is magnificent. Marcus said that these days, he would wait on a chair in the garden outside the museum every afternoon, the chair closest to the main entrance of the museum.

Li Si took Nashano to the main entrance. There were two benches closest to the main entrance. The one on the left was occupied by a young couple hugging and chewing.

"Your mother is so unlucky."

If he met him in a lawless area, Li Si would have to slap him twice before he stopped. It would affect the appearance of the city in public places.

Nashano was speechless. This could even provoke you. The Lord of the Sword is indeed extraordinary.

The person on this chair was obviously not Marcus, but on another chair.

Marcus had already noticed Nashano, who was dressed as an aristocrat, and Li Si's gaze from under the black robe.

Li Si also looked over.

Exactly the same.

But the only thing that was exactly the same was the clothes. It seemed that he really liked this outfit. He was wearing chain mail, with an armband with the dragon lord's seal on his upper arm, and holding a scripture in his hand.

But...

He was probably in his early twenties, younger than Li Site, with short black hair and dark blue eyes, but the focus was a little unfocused.

Li Site frowned, not sure if it was Marcus, so he asked Nashano to go first. Marcus said he was being secretly monitored and it was better to be cautious.

"Are you Marcus?"

Nashano hated these religious charlatans as much as Wang Ting. They pretended to do things for the people of Alan. I didn't know that they were really apostles of God, but they were actually a group of swordsmen.

"Let Li Site go in with me."

Marcus's force field has a high degree of detection of human skeletons and body shapes, not to mention that he had killed him once, and he knew at a glance that it was Li Site.

Nashano looked back at Li Site and indicated that it was okay.

Li Site was shocked. He returned to youth and came back to life. There really is a dragon master.

Five minutes later.

He took the elevator to the thirteenth floor of the National Museum. It is only open to official personnel. Civilians or nobles who do not belong to the royal court must make an appointment in advance to verify their background and examine their motives before they can enter.

Do not let the chief of the Old Alan Prey Secrets Department, Ogne, be portrayed as a war hero by people with bad intentions.

Marcus is now the chief priest of the sect. His status is higher than Nashano. He can enter without an appointment.

The space where Ogne's corpse specimen is placed is extremely gloomy. The walls are dark. The orbital beams illuminate the inscriptions on the stone tablet, telling historical events and what kind of sinful organization the Witch Hunting Secrets Department is.

In the columnar vessel on the end wall, a body is soaked in a light green preservative liquid.

Nashano had heard about it before, but he was also shocked to see it with his own eyes.

That was Ogne, one of the most dangerous people in the Western Continent.

He once tried to commit suicide to avoid the trial of the military court, but the emperor did not let him do so. He was arrested before he committed suicide, and was publicly executed after a public trial.

Even when he died, there seemed to be an invisible will spreading out. In the summer, the house was cold and chilly, and it was chilling.

"Are you really Marcus?"

There was no one in this ghost place, only three of them. Li Site spoke to this young man openly. It was amazing. He looked like a young man from the Adventurer's Guild, but his aura was much stronger than when he met him in the secret port of Linden City.

"That's right."

Marcus responded calmly. He came here almost every day to face the fear deep in his heart. After seeing Zote, he thought that he had completely removed it.

Li Site didn't waste words and didn't mind chopping Marcus again.

"Where is Sharon?"