The bustling tavern is filled with all sorts of people, from workers from factories to dock sailors after a busy day's work, to mercenaries and adventurers who have just completed their missions and made a fortune.

Because of the cheap prices within the Baltic Empire, they could drink and eat meat for a small fee, and listen to interesting stories written by bards here as a relaxing spice for life.

Just like those machines in a factory, if you run for a long time without maintenance, it is easy to wear out, but it will delay more production time, and this is true for machines and people.

Tutankhame pushed open the door to the tavern, and the gold jewelry on his body glowed intoxicatingly in the dim light, and the noise in the tavern paused for a second, then resumed again.

Even the low-level slaves have a way of surviving, they know who to provoke and who needs to be avoided from afar, and a foreigner like Tutankhame with a lot of wealth is the object they can't provoke.

The air was filled with the smell of sweat, alcohol, and food.

Tutankhame ignored the curious glances that were placed on her, she went straight to a spare dining table, waved her hand to clean the greasy stains on the table and chairs, no matter how hard you clean, old furniture will always appear stains over time, which is difficult to avoid.

Even if she is the king of informality, Tutanka Meng is still a girl, still has a little cleanliness, and after she sat down, a girl in a long dress with freckles on her face, with a timid expression, walked over with a menu.

It is strange from any point of view that a character like Tutanka Meng appears in such an ordinary tavern, even in a country like the Baltic Empire, those well-dressed citizens rarely go to such a place, because they have more money in their hands, they will have better choices.

Tutankhame glanced at the dishes on the menu, all of which were barbecued meat, seafood and the like, and the prices were very cheap, even those workers with lower wages could afford to consume them, and in the wine category, in addition to various fruit wines and alese, there were also mare's milk wines and so on.

Tutanka Meng ordered a roast lamb, a plate of seafood and a glass of mare's milk wine, and set his eyes on the decoration of the tavern, which is not distinctive, but overall it is relatively clean and tidy, which is already very rare.

In the center of this tavern was a man in leather armor, holding a small harp in his hand, gently fluctuating, and after feeling Tutanka's gaze, he also turned back and showed a smile, a little handsome, but also a little heroic.

Then he turned his head to continue his performance, and as the music sounded, a crisp but gentle voice sounded, and everyone present subconsciously lowered their voices, listened attentively, and occasionally ate a bite of food and a sip of wine.

Tutankhame listened carefully for a while, and realized that the bard was telling the story of a man named Beowulf, who became king, hunted dragons, repelled the attacks of giants, and led other tribes to form an alliance against the invaders.

Beowulf, Tutankhamun had heard the name of a man who was a king of the Northlands whose greatest deed was to bring all the Scandinavians together to repel the invasion of Scandinavia by Artela.

As the pharaoh of Egypt and the son of the gods, she more or less knows the details of Attila, knows that that person is more difficult than rumored, and can repel that person twice, which also shows the extraordinaryness of Beowulf from the side.

At this moment, the girl had already brought hot food, she ate a piece of roast meat and a piece of snail meat, drank another sip of mare's milk wine, and nodded, although it was not as delicious as the one she ate during the day today, but it was also a difficult boutique, at least in her country, such food was only qualified and enjoyed by nobles and capital.

The night is getting darker, and there are fewer and fewer people in the tavern, and the people who still have work tomorrow have gone home to rest, and they have come to the tavern just to relax a little, but they can't let this relaxation affect their work.

Soon the bard and Tutankhame were left in the room, and the bard, still playing the harp, had already told the story of Beowulf's first defeat of Attila, and of the female warrior from Ulster who fought alone against the four knights and won the victory.

When he had finished this paragraph, the bard stopped, glanced at the tavern, which had become empty, and began to gather his things and prepare to leave.

"Why don't you continue? The story isn't over yet. ”

Tutankhame said, her voice loud in the empty tavern.

"It's late, tomorrow. ”

The bard stretched out his finger and pointed to the moon outside the window, which had reached the middle of the sky, turned his head and smiled, and without saying anything more, he went straight to the second floor of the tavern, and soon the sound of the door closing sounded.

"I'm sorry. ”

The freckled girl with the basin and rag on her face came to where the bard had been, and vigorously wiped the chair and stool, which had been wiped out and cleared, leaving only Alice where she was.

"Has he been telling this story for a long time?"

Tutanka Meng, who had not yet felt sleepy, held his face, watched the girl's movements, and asked.

"Well, it's been a month since the story came out, but everybody loved it, and after the story came out, no one listened to the stories that the poets had made up before. ”

"Everybody says this story is about Beowulf, although I haven't really met Beowulf because he was dead when I was born. ”

The girl replied, with an indelible tiredness on her face, but she was still trying to clean up the tavern in order to get paid, and a look of admiration flashed in her eyes as she spoke of Beowulf.

"Forget it, open me a room. ”

Tutanka Meng shook her head, she has never been one of those tyrants who like to put her will above the will of others, and since the other party is already tired, there is no need for her to force the girl to answer her questions.

After choosing a room and paying for it, she took the key and came to the room, the upstairs of this tavern is the hotel, which can be used for accommodation, and many mercenaries who come here to enjoy themselves are directly resting here.

When she opened the door, she had already felt that the magic traces engraved on the door should be used to prevent theft, although the internal security of the Baltic Empire is very good, but it is inevitable that some people want to get it through some abnormal means.

After all, as long as the system and the law are not caught, and there is no evidence, it is difficult to implement and implement them, after all, it needs to pay attention to fairness and justice.

I opened the door with the key, pushed the door and entered the room, and the situation inside the room came into view, the whole was very simple, a bed and a table, and the air smelled of flowers.

There is also a small bathroom in the room, which is also connected to hot water, which is very convenient, at least for girls, hot water is sometimes really essential.

Tutankhame did not rest, she walked to the middle of the room and used several magic in a row to confirm the safety of this room, confirming that there was no magic to monitor and that there was no hidden assassin.

It's not that she's too careful, it's that as a son of a god, a powerful pharaoh, there are many people who want to gain political bargaining chips by taking off her head.

In addition, she actually had many enemies, such as the one she had made in Assyria, which created a large number of enemies, and too many of her relatives died in that turmoil.

She changed into her pajamas, washed up a little, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

---------------------------------------------------

With the materials she had just arrived, Semiramis walked out of her conference room and into the library inside the castle, where the two armored structures pushed open the heavy door of the library, and the smell of books came to her face.

There was also a hint of food and alcohol mixed in, and it was clear that Alice had brought the food to the library again, as she had done when she was a student, and had been lectured by the librarian all day long for that reason.

But no one was preaching to her anymore, and Semiramis walked past two rows of bookshelves and saw Alice lying on the couch, and on the coffee table in front of her, it was full of steaming food, of which sweets took up ninety percent of the place.

Holding the pillow with both hands, the whole body is buried in the soft sofa, a book is in the air, the pages of the book are naturally turning, because it is a magic book with magical power, you can't use magic to directly import the content into the brain.

There are many more such magic books in the library, most of which have been obtained over the past few years, either through trade, or from elves, dwarves, and druids.

Alice, lying on the couch, is one of her mirrors, and another one spends her days in the lab, consuming a lot of materials every day to validate her whimsical ideas.

"What's wrong? is there anything important? ”

Still maintaining a lazy movement, Alice took her eyes back from the book and looked at Semiramis who came to her with her hands on her hips.

Looks like an aunt

Alice muttered inwardly, then sat up helplessly, and the book in mid-air also fell to the table and closed automatically.

"Tutanka has arrived, she has entered our country, and is now in a tavern in Jutland. ”

Semiramis sighed and decided not to go into the question she had just asked, because she knew that continuing would only make her angry in the end, and she had a lot of experience in this area.

An obvious person like Tutanka Meng is very obvious wherever she goes, as long as she is in the city, the intelligence officers of the Baltic Empire can easily find her location.

Of course, because they didn't want to startle the snake and offend her majesty, these intelligence officers just followed from a distance and did not take further action, after all, they didn't want to anger a king in the city because of their stupidity and recklessness.

"Don't worry, Semiramis, now that she's in our Baltic Empire, even if she's the strongest pharaoh, there's no way to stir up too much of a storm. ”

Alice was slightly stunned, and turned around to comfort Semiramis, not to mention her current strength, even if the current legend and the number of spellcasters in the Baltic Empire combined are a force that makes people feel desperate.

"Now our strength is not what it used to be, and in the main plane, even against the gods, there is no possibility of fighting against them, if only at the level of Sobek. ”

Alice stopped talking in time, because she had seen the cloudy expression on Semiramis's face, and quickly changed her words, the so-called person who knows the times is Junjie, she doesn't want to provoke Semiramis's preaching, it is a nightmare that makes her scalp tingle just thinking about it.

"Of course, behind her is the god Ah Meng, and Ra, we will definitely be more cautious, now the belief in Brunhilde is circulating within the empire, and we will not find clues for her. ”

In the various territories of the Baltic Empire, Brunhilde is the dominant faith, and the beliefs of other gods have been more or less suppressed, and there are not many traces of this suppression, which is difficult for people to notice.

Because of the strength of the Baltic Empire, there is no need for Alice to come to the front desk to preach, as long as the Baltic Empire continues to develop, every Baltic is her follower, and the extremely loyal group is a fanatic, firmly believing in her greatness.

Although not obvious, there are already signs of a cult of personality within the empire, and the object of worship is Alice, known as the master of knowledge and death.

Knowledge and death correspond to Alice's divinity, and with enough faith, she can build her own divinity through it, and then ignite the divine fire, exalt the throne, and become a true god.

There is no problem with this, if you become a god as a lich, whether it is knowledge or death, it is very corresponding, the difficulty is very small, and after becoming a god, you have the priesthood of knowledge and death, no matter which one it is, it is a very powerful god.

For example, Odin, the god-king of Asgard and the Aesir, is the priesthood who holds knowledge and death.

On the side of the Olympian gods, there are no gods who have mastered knowledge and wisdom, but the priesthood of death is in the hands of Hades, the king of Hades, who is a powerful god who even Zeus has to treat with courtesy and dare not have any slack.