Chapter 1 Wedges

Saint Lan Continent. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Saint-Lan Empire 823 years.

The sun is gone, proving that the night of Rumo is coming.

When the sun appears in everyone's sight again, how many people will know what happened on the day that has passed?

Yesterday was a heavy rain, and the vigorous rain washed the entire huge imperial capital cleanly, without a trace of filth.

At least from the outside, it doesn't leave a trace of filth.

The peasants were still toiling with their backs to the loess, and the street vendors were still shouting and trying to sell more money. The son-in-law who does nothing is not still the same as the wind and snow, drinking and having fun all day long.

The thin grass greeted the morning light, and when it got rid of the pressure on it and wanted to break its waist, I don't know whether it was rain or dew, or blood, swayed a few times in the baptism of the morning light, and slowly grew.

I don't know which general said: A rainy night should be a bloody day. No matter how much blood is shed, when the rain rushes, the slightest smell of blood will not exist.

There will no longer be an imperial capital that looks majestic and upright, and an imperial capital that looks majestic and inviolable.

Naturally, ordinary people will not know what happened yesterday? They may think in a few days: ......

No, it was the other day.

A few days ago, I heard the sound of drills coming from the Earl of Dalton's mansion every day, but I couldn't hear it today.

Among the so-called imperial capitals, except for the majestic palace, the most massive mansion is now not seen a single guard or attendant.

Even the old housekeeper, who often buys ingredients and bargains with vegetable sellers, didn't see him energetic today, blowing his beard every time he walked, and went out to buy ingredients with great energy.

When the Guards put a long seal on the Earl of Dalton's door, a crowd of onlookers behind them stared at all this in amazement, unaware of what was happening.

Guessing from ear to ear, the corner of his eye subconsciously glanced at the Royal Forest Army, lest an accident would lead to death.

"How could Earl Lunn's mansion be sealed, is it because of Her Royal Highness the eldest princess?"

Her Royal Highness Princess Lucy loves Count Lucy, and this matter has long been rumored in the imperial capital, and His Majesty the Emperor has long intended to recruit Count Lunn as a concubine.

However, the Earl of Lunn not only did not appreciate it, but also called Her Royal Highness Princess Lucy too ugly in appearance and did not match it, which angered His Majesty and punished him for guarding the frontier for three years.

In all fairness, Her Royal Highness Princess Lucy is not as ugly as Earl Lunn suggests, and she is also an extremely beautiful woman.

As for why Count Lunn refused to admire his beauty? Then it is unknown.

Most of the speculation revolves around Earl Lunn's late wife, or his young, brilliant son, Lynch.

No matter what kind of speculation it is, it doesn't matter today, the important thing is that Count Lunn, who has guarded the frontier for decades, has been buried in heaven and earth last night.

Someone next to him answered: "Lord Count Lunn has not left a trace of shame for His Royal Highness Princess Lucy for such an act, and it is inevitable that he will be killed. ”

Such a seemingly logical statement should not have appeared among the masses at the bottom, but when everyone heard the voice, they saw an extremely ordinary-looking man with a very strong look of arrogance.

Probably because this person was quite proud of his previous words, and sighed as if he was worried about the people and the country: "Lord Count Lunn, who has been defending the territory all year round, can be said to have made great achievements in war, and now he has come to such an end, of course, it is chilling!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding crowd couldn't help but sigh, as if they were as chilled as this man had said for what happened to Count Lunn.

"Spread out! Disperse! ”

The Imperial Guards affixed the crossed seals, forcibly pulled out the long sword they wore at their waists, pointed at the nearest people, and rushed away from the crowd of onlookers, as if they were afraid of soiling their gorgeous clothes.

The elder of this small group of Imperial Forest Army Yan walked at the end, and suddenly pointed casually: "Take down this person who deceives the people, and if there is resistance, kill him on the spot!" ”

The direction that Lao Yan pointed to was the person who was arrogant before, and at this time, he changed his previous arrogant color, and shouted with a face like ashes: "I have been wronged, my lord, I have been wronged!" ”

"Take it away!!"

The elder of the Royal Forest Army spat out a mouthful of saliva and muttered, "The one who hates chewing his tongue the most is especially a man!" Bah!! ”

There is a mountain south of the imperial capital, and this mountain is called Zhuye Mountain.

There is a simple thatched pavilion on the mountain, and there is a stone table in the pavilion, and seven stone benches are evenly placed. There is a pot of tea on the stone table, and when you lift the lid of the tea, you can see a few bamboo leaves rippling in it.

The bamboo leaves were verdant, as if they had just been plucked.

An old hand picked up the teapot, and the turquoise, steaming water line landed in a teacup. The thick fragrance of tea was deeply inhaled and entered the heart of this white-haired old man.

The old man smiled with a satisfied smile: "Senior brother, I have found this tea again!" ”

The flat voice revealed old age and exhaustion, the old man looked at the green tea in front of him, and under the cover of his loose eyelids, he couldn't see any emotion: "That's it, leave it to you!" ”

After speaking, the old man poured the tea in his hand on the ground seemingly at random, and took a few sips of tea as if he was extremely reluctant to be obsessed.

Smash the dry lips, as if the tea had been drunk by him, the old man took out the still green bamboo leaves from the teapot and treasured them.

"The tea belongs to you, and the tea belongs to me."

The old man said for no reason, and then as if he had just woken up from a dream, he slapped his thigh violently, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Old bastard, you died first, I finally won you!" ”

At this time, a person suddenly appeared next to the old man, and this person respectfully bowed his hand to him: "Master." ”

The old man's name is Silas, he is the current president of the Space Magicians Guild, and he is also the dean of the Imperial Capital Academy, and he is also the royal court magician and chief elder in the Imperial Capital Palace.

It can be described as an extraordinary identity.

Silas didn't look back, just looked in the direction of the imperial capital. I don't know if I'm looking at the bamboo leaves blown by the wind, or watching the bamboo leaves fluttering in the wind.

After a long time, Silas turned around and asked softly in a hoarse voice, "Are you leaving?" ”

"Gone!"

"Can you suffer when you go?"

"Nope."

In this question and answer, others listened like a book from heaven and didn't understand what it meant, but they didn't know that Silas seemed to be dozens of years old at this time, and sighed lightly and said, "What did he say in the end?" ”

He said......"

"Shut up!" A cold light suddenly appeared in Silas's eyes, and his voice was low but threatening, and he reprimanded, "Meg, do you know what you are wrong? ”

"Yes! In vain, he knew he was wrong. Meg hurriedly bent her knees and kowtowed.

Silas closed his eyes and sighed, "That's it! Let's move on. ”

"Yes! Before he died, Uncle Shi said, 'Tell your master, don't drink tea anymore, I don't want him to drink the tea I made, let him put it down.' ”

Mei Ge replaced the previous "he" with "uncle" in his words, which shows that Silas attaches great importance to the issue of salutation, or that he has a lot of respect for Mei Ge's uncle.

Silas savored the sentence, as if he had figured it out, but as if he hadn't figured it out: "He doesn't want me to drink this tea anymore!?" ”

Tea, is it really just tea?

He doesn't want me to follow his old path, and he doesn't want me to pursue it. Silas thought to himself.

"Master, the apprentice has something unclear, and please ask the master to solve his doubts." Meg hesitated for a moment, and said in bewilderment.

"What's the matter!?"

"It's that the old man knows that I'm going to kill him, why doesn't he leave? And when he killed him in vain, he did not resist. ”

Silas chuckled, not so much as a chuckle, but a mocking laugh: "He was already dead then, not so that you killed him, but so that everyone could see that you killed him." ”

Mei Ge exclaimed, "Ah, why is that? ”

"It's to keep you and me from being implicated." Silas let out a long sigh, closing his eyes only to see his eyelids twitching slightly, saying this as if he had been subjected to inhuman torture.

Silas stood up suddenly, a breeze blowing his robe, cooling his damp eyes.

He closed his eyes, as if he didn't want the damn wind to dry them. Silas pulled out the bamboo leaves from his bosom and spread them out on his hands.

The breeze blew off the bamboo leaves, mixed them in the large bamboo leaves, and it was impossible to see which ones were the previous ones.

It has not been enough to store it in the arms of a cup of tea, and now I don't know where it will drift with this gust of wind.

"Let's go, your uncle likes to be clean, I'll clean this place and I'll go back."

"Yes! Master. ”

Silas crouched down to pick up fallen leaves one by one after Meg left, without borrowing any tools. With Silas's own cultivation, he can do it with a wave of his hand.

But he didn't.

Finally cleaned up in the afternoon, Silas let out a long breath and said slowly, "It's time to go to the event!" ”

Before he could finish speaking, Silas disappeared.

Another day, the palace posted an official document with the letter: "The Dalton family secretly hid evil spirit mages, intending to rebel, repeatedly blocking the eight major magician guilds and palace magicians to kill evil spirit mages, the empire did not tolerate it, slaughtered more than 500 rebels, and returned a peaceful place to the Shenglan Empire."

This notice is like a calm sea, suddenly set off by a strong wind, and it cannot be calmed down in the crowd for a long time.

What is an evil spirit mage? The existence of a three-year-old idiot in the Holy Lan Continent is well known.

They will kill innocent people for their own selfish desires, and refine powerful magic weapons in order to take away the power of their souls. This is also something that cannot be tolerated in the Holy Lan Continent.

It is not an exaggeration to say that everyone can condemn him, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is angry.

For a time, the Dalton family, whose reputation was extremely loved by the people and whose status was as high as the sky, was now just because of an evil spirit mage, but everyone mentioned it and scolded them again and again.

Don't think about who is guarding the frontier? Who is fighting the enemy? And who fought bloodily?

Just because of a notice, the people turned against them, how sad it is.