Julius and Romeona took one last glance at the palace of the crescent moon, and without taking a step forward, they turned and left. The palace is not a place for people to play, and even if you look at it from a distance, the palace gives people an eerie and solemn impression, and the two of them don't really want to get closer or even one more step - this is one of the reasons, and more importantly, maybe because there is something strong in that imperial city, and they don't want people like Julius and Romeona to come close.

"It's a place that excludes everything. Julius glanced back at the Imperial City, which was gradually in sight, "It seems out of place with this lively city." ”

Julius said it interestingly, and Romeona said, "But this lively place belongs to someone in the imperial city." ”

Julius understood who Romeona was talking about, the city...... And even the master of the country, the emperor of the crescent. "What kind of person is that...... Julius could not imagine how a man could have such a city, or even such a country. On both sides of the strait, there was the territory of the crescent, and when Julius realized this, he realized what an exaggeration this was.

"Most people don't have the opportunity or qualification to know what kind of person the Crescent Moon Emperor is, except for the fact that he is very old. "After all, it is a terrifying and awe-inspiring existence that appeared in the mouths of others a long, long time ago. ”

"Is that such a terrible person?"

"Who knows, maybe it's just an exaggerated legend. ”

The two left the perimeter of the palace and walked around the city for a while before returning to Ann's manor. By the time they returned, it was already dark, and the sun's rays had almost dissipated. Then they see that Lulunaka's room is empty, except for the luggage on the side—but the most important thing is that Lulunaka is not here.

"Where did she go?" said Julius, standing in the doorway, touching his head, looking troublesome, "it's always like this, disappearing without saying anything." ”

Romeona looked at the bed with the sheets messed up and thought for a moment, "When did she leave and when did she plan to return?" Looking at the bed, Romeona could probably think of what Lulunaka would look like when she left...... The question is whether she left after a good rest, or whether she got up after the two of them left.

But whatever the case may be, Lulunaka is right to leave the two of them behind and sneak out to do something.

Romeona opened the window, and the last rays of the setting sun fell into the window, staining the room a golden color.

"It's night...... muttered Romeona.

When the sky really darkened, and the sky with only the sun turned into a world of stars, in the depths of the palace. An old man dressed plainly, sitting on a cushion made of animal skins, half-squinted, seemed to be resting. This is a somewhat wealthy old man, and his life is so rich that he has no signs of suffering and poverty, but his calloused hands are particularly eye-catching. This is not the hand of a rich businessman, let alone the hand of a nobleman. In this palace, the only one who has such a pair of hands is a servant.

Of course this is not possible. If it were a servant, there would not be a richly dressed man sitting on either side of him, looking respectful. On the left and right sides of the old man, there is a place where the middle-aged and the elderly are seated. The strong middle-aged man and the obese old man surrounded the plainly dressed old man on the left and on the right, like protectors of the Dharma.

"There's another riot in King's Castle?" said the old man, who was smoking a hookah in his hand, smoke coming out of his nostrils and mouth, "what a vibrant country." Unconsciously, the people in that place will do something unexpected. ”

"That's not a country anymore, Your Majesty. The obese old man said to the old man, "It's just a city." ”

"At least that's what people on that continent think. "Of course, for me, it is also a country, after all, there is also an emperor there, who, like me, sits in the palace and listens to his courtiers report to him. ”

The obese old man stopped talking, just lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. The middle-aged man sitting across from him then spoke, "And something about the assassins...... Maybe the civilians outside are just talking about it, but I'm afraid it's true. ”

"Assassin, who are you going to assassinate?Which one offended the two, or did the two offend whom?" the old man laughed, smoke coming out of his mouth, "Or is the assassin targeting me?"

"No Assassin can come close to His Majesty. The middle-aged man hurriedly said, "There is no rude person who can break through the defenses of the imperial city and come to His Majesty. ”

"If you can get close to me with this ability, you won't be a rude person, maybe a great warrior. If there is such a person, I would love to meet it. Speaking of this, the old man put down the cigarette stick in his hand, "If you are an assassin, you should not be stupid enough to carry out assassination activities alone." ”

"Your Majesty, this is not a child's play. The fat old man said to him, but provoked ridicule, "What are you afraid of, it's not that you're being targeted, it's just that something is going to happen to me, an old man who is about to enter the coffin." But when it comes to getting into the ground, you're not much slower than me. ”

The obese old man only sighed at the joke of this "majesty". If other people were so rude to him, of course he couldn't just forget it, but what he saw in front of him was an existence that his wealth and power could not be shaken at all—or rather, everything about him was actually given by the person in front of him.

Everything here belongs to him - the old man in plain clothes, the old man smoking hookah, the emperor of the crescent moon. He just sat there, just like this, the sense of existence had already overwhelmed the two people beside him, and now the one who could still stay by his side was also the existence above one person and under ten thousand people.

The emperor, the general, and the prime minister, three of the most important people in the country, came together in a rare way. There were no outsiders, no other ministers, just the three of them.

"I won't talk about other meaningless things anymore, anyway, with you here, even if I don't say anything, you can help me deal with it. The old emperor continued, in a relaxed and leisurely tone, "You should also know the reason for keeping you, right?"

Both were silent.

"I'm dying. But that's what you know now. ”