Chapter 221: Ten Years and One Night
The next day, it was business as usual in Albana, and the city was still bustling with people and traffic.
But in the palace, there was an unprecedented dreary atmosphere.
A rare dark cloud appeared on Kobra's face, and Ikalem, Bell, Gaka and the others were all solemn, and the high-ranking officials of the country gathered together, and the atmosphere in the hall was extremely depressing, as if some military power had declared war on this desert country.
Princess Vivi hid behind a door in the conference hall, and the little girl held on to the wall with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, as if she was also infected by the dull atmosphere there, and she didn't even dare to gasp.
Princess Vivi is a very sensible little girl, don't look at her only 7 years old, but she has a mature and steady personality that many 17-year-old princesses do not have.
But even so, she was only 7 years old, and the little girl still felt a little scared in the face of this scene.
She slept very comfortably last night, and slept until dawn, and she had no idea what had happened last night.
Why do you wake up early in the morning and everyone looks terrible?
"Princess Vivi, so you're here......"
At this moment, the women's version of Icalem suddenly appeared behind Vivi, and she lowered her voice and carefully closed the door.
She is Ikalem's wife, and she looks almost exactly like Ikalem: "Princess Vivi, the king is angry, I'd better take you out of here." ”
"Hmm." Vivi agreed, not playing with the princess's temper at all.
"Your Excellency the King of the Kingdom, all the personnel have been counted, no one has been injured, and no items have been lost in the palace." Gaka stepped forward and reported cautiously.
"Why don't even a few of you know what's going on?" Kobra frowned, all he remembered was that someone had "hi" him last night, and then he saw a pair of rubies, and he couldn't remember the rest.
Bell and Gaca, the two Patronus Saints they had always trusted, only remember hearing a cat meow, and then they passed out.
Ikalem, the captain of the escort, didn't know anything, and he slept until dawn in his pajamas.
What's going on?
Could it be that the palace is haunted?
A few ministers, you look at me, I look at you, staring wide-eyed, and I can't think of a reasonable explanation for what happened last night.
The only thing that is certain is that last night, all the people in the palace had fallen asleep inexplicably.
"Would you like to consult Mr. Crocodall? He was appointed by the World Government to His Majesty the Seven Martial Seas, and since he had been to the New World before, he probably knew the real reason for this strange phenomenon. ”
After a long silence, Bell tentatively made a suggestion.
"No, this matter cannot be kept quiet, not even Mr. Crocodall." Kobra immediately rejected Bell's suggestion, "Pass my orders, and no one can tell me about this matter without my permission." ”
"Please rest assured, Your Excellency, your subordinates have made arrangements."
"That's good." Kobra's face softened slightly.
But his instincts told him that it was far from being as simple as it seemed.
On the other side, in the "Rain Banquet", the headquarters of the Baroque Work Society, Day has already handed over a piece of information to Klockdahl.
"All the people in the Albana palace slept all night last night, but no one was hurt or lost...... What does that mean? Crocodal had a cigar in his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed together, and he couldn't guess what King Cobra was up to.
"Day, you're not disguising, are you? I mean, could it be that Kobra is putting a smokescreen on us? ”
Day smiled slightly and said, "Sir, you know me, if it weren't for the information that I was completely sure of, how could I have handed it over to you?" ”
Klockdahl thought about it again, and felt that this was indeed the case.
Now that there are many soldiers in the royal palace in Alabastan, they are already agents of their Baroque workshops, and day can't be mistaken about this information.
It seems that he is too sensitive.
Klockdahl lay on his back in his chair with a cigar in his mouth and squinted, and after a moment, he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.
"Could it be that Carl?"
According to the Baroque Workshop's intelligence network in Alabastan, Klokdahl does not remember anyone other than Karl coming to the kingdom.
He had previously told himself that he wanted to subvert the world government, could it be that "Hades" Plotto was his real hole card?
If so, that Carl also has a reason to take action against the Neferutari family.
But how did he know the exact location of that piece of history in Alabastan?
And before in the desert, he had not shown himself the ability to make people sleep.
So can it all really be connected?
Klockdahl pondered deeply, and the room soon fell into an eerie silence, as if even a pin had fallen to the floor.
Day was standing next to Klockdahl, her chest heaving slightly, her face calm, her breathing extremely steady.
This woman is very self-aware, and she won't say a word without the boss's questions.
……
"Hypnosis" generally refers to the hypnotist providing a suggestion to the hypnotized person so that the other person can respond to the hypnotist's suggestion without being conscious.
In a sense, "hypnosis" is actually a kind of control.
So to be more precise, rather than "hypnosis", Puermon's mental ability should actually be called "sleep".
Chiluno's ability is the real "hypnosis".
Kobra is a king with a kingly bearing, and perhaps with Cirno's hypnotic powers alone, it is difficult for this king to take Carl to the tomb of the Neferutari family in a trance.
However, Carl also has the ability of the "Psychic Mage" Purmon, which can minimize Kobra's mental tenacity.
Unbeknownst to him, Carl easily got his hands on the rubbings of the historical text.
Even if Klockdahl wanted to break his head, he couldn't have guessed that the piece of historical text that he had worked so hard to get into for more than ten years was in the hands of that Karl, and it only took one night to get it.