Chapter 53 Snow on Mount Taylor Force (Part 1)

"It's not that I can't get used to a ceremony. He said, "On the contrary, I'm so used to it that I feel bored."

"And I invited you." The visitor said.

"You did a great job and provided me with a great excuse to escape from the hustle and bustle. But I'm curious about how you found me."

"Your existence is very eye-catching, and it is different from any creature in Olympia."

"Although the existence of any two creatures has reached different conditions, I can understand your semantics. "

The man in black cloth walked into the cave with crystals embedded in the wall and sat down on the rock that served as a seat.

He casually pulled back the scraps of cloth that served as a temporary hood. In the void that was revealed, golden runes flickered, echoing the flickering of crystals on the stone wall.

The young man in a golden robe placed his staff beside the stone bench, glanced at the human figure composed of runes, and then looked away. The laurel wreath around his silver hair reflected a swaying light.

There was a low table between the two of them, and a small amount of runes fell from the top of the cave on the side of the table. Dust, and the tabletop showed a cleanliness level that had just been used recently.

The cards were scattered in the corners of the tabletop, overlapping and accumulating, and the patterns on the back of the cards covered each other. Recognizable images included some collapsed towers, lightning, dead fighters, etc.

As for the center of the tabletop, there was space for some simple food: a glass of wine and some fermented bread.

The man in black cloth stretched out his left hand, picked up the wine glass, stared for a moment, and took a sip. The wine disappeared into nothingness.

"This is a valuable hospitality." He said, "and I guess he didn't tell you enough information, such as I am not a believer. How to call you?"

"The seal holder. If you agree." The young man in the golden robe said solemnly.

"Then you can call me by my name."

"Morse?"

"Morse." The transparent nothingness gradually covered a layer of light color, and Morse manifested his form. "It sounds like you heard who I am from the people of Olympia. "

"During the coronation ceremony, the voices of the crowd were clear enough, although they seemed to have doubts about your appearance."

"If they accidentally found the body I temporarily abandoned when I came here in the bell tower, they would have more doubts."

"Will they?"

"Unfortunately, they will subconsciously ignore the bell tower."

The seal holder's eyes no longer moved away from Morse, his scrutiny was hidden behind the unchanged expression, and reflected an unconcealable curiosity.

"Your Majesty told me that you are a trustworthy person, an old friend." The seal holder said.

"Your Majesty?" Morse repeated softly, "He became emperor again. He asked you to find me?"

"Relying on the torch you lit as a guide, we are rushing to Olympia. The emperor has ordered to speed up the march."

"Then before he arrives, we might as well talk about some light topics. Don't let the atmosphere be as serious as solidified red wax." Morse put down the wine glass and turned over the cards on the table. "There seems to be something wrong with this card. "

"There are four kings among them. We can reprint a deck of cards."

"It's okay, do you know how to play blackjack?" Morse asked.

"Yes."

"No dealer, just play casually."

Morse gathered the cards on the table with one hand, the runes jumped, and the cards automatically began to jump and shuffle. "Do you like playing cards, Master of the Seal?"

"Your Majesty and I have discussed the card game of Terra, and I am not good at it." The Master of the Seal said modestly.

"It is hard to imagine that a psychic as good as you would not be good at simple card tricks."

"But my opponent often draws A to K of the same color."

Morse smiled. "Then it's not your fault - I take one first, seven. The next one, three. Stand. "

"You are almost letting me win." The Master of the Seal said, "Eight, three, six."

"When did you meet him? "Morse tapped the table and made a vertical line for the Sigillite on a scoreboard that appeared out of thin air.

"Not long ago." The Sigillite said, "Thousands of years."

"How many thousands of years has he been emperor? Nine, four, eight. I get one point."

The Sigillite examined the cards on the table and began to draw. "It doesn't take thousands of years to win the war of unification. Four, five, seven, three, stand."

Morse nodded, "very sharp. Then I will call him the Emperor, unless he is using a more humane name. Does he have one?"

"Not yet." The Sigillite said.

"Nine, seven, eight. Bang-you get another point, Sigillite. You are an excellent person."

"Just luck, it doesn't prove anything."

"Your advantage is to be honest in the game of cards. It is amazing to be able to assist the Emperor with patience." Morse said, "I believe you are indispensable to him. What is your duty? "

The Master of Seals paused for a moment and stopped taking cards. "Nine, nine, five, you also get one point. I am his prime minister now."

Morse's hand trembled, and the cards almost fell from his fingers.

"You are a true warrior, Master of Seals. I have developed a real admiration for you."

The Master of Seals did not refuse and calmly accepted Morse's praise.

He smiled tiredly. "What about you?"

"I may be better at doing odd jobs." Morse said, turning his head to look outside the cave.

The outside of this illusory land is a vast sea of ​​golden light, with countless spells flashing and blazing.

The power of the dark power is firmly blocked outside. As long as Morse does not leave, he is sure to fix the curtain that blocks the vast ocean forever. Even if he leaves this place, the remaining spells can still protect the thousands of creatures in Olympia for a long time.

He stayed here for a long time. It took a long time to travel from Terra by merchant ship. As the subspace storm raged everywhere in the galaxy, his footsteps stopped on a planet that he was most familiar with.

Over thousands of years, the civilization of Olympia has risen and fallen several times, and the spiral of history has repeatedly risen and retreated, and the speed of retreat is much faster than the rise.

He watched all this everywhere, in the mountains, in the city, and on the battlefield. It rained, the wind blew, things were moldy and rotten, and new sprouts were found on some olive trees. He passed by these places, and most of the time he was too lazy to make some historical records.

Sometimes he knew that such an attitude was harmful to himself, but he didn't care. The prosperous civilization turned into decay in his eyes, and all he could hold was boredom.

For thousands of years, every time he picked up the carving tools, he encountered endless failures and setbacks. The moment he picked up the pen, he often knew that he could not put enough emotion into the odes and epics. And he was not a person who gave up halfway before.

But now everything is about to end. Morse thought. Cariphon's crowning will be the last applause he accepts.

No matter who he follows next, or continues to walk alone, he will not stay.

The spell he arranged recently may be the only living expenses he will leave for Olympia.

"But sometimes I feel that coming to Olympia is a rare correct decision in my life." Morse said. "Eight, seven. Suspension."

"Because of Perturabo?" The seal holder asked.

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