The black-haired and black-dressed maid walked in the corridor illuminated by the soft light, and the sound of boots tapping on the ground sounded rhythmically in Lord Beaumel's ears, this crisp voice even cooled down his overly chaotic mind a little, and after realizing that his mental state was really gradually improving, the nobleman of the inner court couldn't help but look at the other party: "Miss Diana, thank you for your spiritual comfort......"

"After all, you are not in a state suitable to meet Your Majesty," the chief maid said with an indifferent expression, and then stood still in front of the door, "Go in, Your Majesty is already waiting for you." ”

Before they knew it, they had come to the end of the corridor.

Lord Beaumel, who was standing at the door, couldn't help but swallow and looked at the black gold-grained wooden door in front of him - this reception room in the dormitory area was very special, with his title, there was almost no chance of coming here, but now Rosetta the Great had sent his own head maid to pick him up, and let himself meet here......

This caused all sorts of speculations to pop up in the Lord's mind.

Then he made up his mind, knocked lightly on the door, and pushed it open and stepped inside.

In the soft, carpeted room, where bright light poured from the roof, illuminating the furnishings of the reception room, the male lord sat in a high-backed chair by the window, turning his head to look at it.

"Close the door, Lord Beaumay," Rosetta Augustus nodded to the late-night visitor in front of her, "and sit down in this chair and tell me why you chose to come to me so late." ”

Lord Beaumel immediately turned back and closed the door, then turned and took two steps forward, sitting opposite Rosetta the Great, he felt the sweat on his forehead break out again, and his heart pounded—he was finally ready to speak, but he found that the courage he had accumulated before stepping out of the house had been consumed along the way, and every breath he took weakened his will, allowing his fear of death to slowly take over.

Rosetta the Great's deep eyes were quietly watching this side, and Lord Beaumel's heart stirred, and under the gaze of those eyes, he briefly summoned up his courage again, and broke the silence in an extraordinarily hoarse voice: "Your Majesty...... Your Majesty, I first ask for your forgiveness, I have acted disobediently...... I can't guarantee that I'll be able to finish my sentence later, so please remember every word I say—

"Your Majesty, Throat of Orlandelle! Gawain Cecil intervenes! Cultist's lair! The Sleeper! ”

A cold chill piercing his soul instantly spread up his spine, and Lord Beaumel felt his entire cervical vertebrae tingle like pins and needles, and his brain buzzed - death was coming, he set off the alarm, his brain must be dying rapidly, and he was about to pay the price for his greed for power and mystical knowledge years ago......

The only thing that is gratifying is that the countless drills in his mind before going out have had an effect, he successfully said all the key words in the shortest possible time, before the death of the cranial nerves, and did not make any damn "dying blank", so that even if His Majesty the Emperor does not understand all the content he wants to convey, at least he can carry out a series of investigations according to the keywords, and then ......

Keep that terrible extraterritorial wanderer out of the gates of the Empire.

Lord Beaumar leaned back in his chair silently and closed his eyes serenely, waiting for death to come in full.

A few seconds later, he found that he was still breathing, but death had not come as expected.

The brain was throbbing, and the heart was a little uncomfortable, but it didn't look like a sign of death, but rather a simple nervousness.

Lord Beaumel opened his eyes in confusion, he looked down at his body, and subconsciously muttered, "This...... I'm not dead? ”

"It seems so," Rosetta the Great's voice came quietly, and finally Lord Beaumel, who was confused, rediscovered himself, who looked up and saw that His Majesty the Emperor was quietly watching him, with an expression of indifference and a certain ...... "Lord Beaumay, you look alive." ”

Then, before poor Beaumel could ask questions, Rosetta beckoned to the side: "Diana, Mr. Lord needs a refreshing glass of cold wine. ”

The black-haired maid walked out of nowhere in the next second, holding a glass of wine that was constantly lowering the temperature in his hand, until he took the wine glass, Lord Beaumel didn't seem to react to what was happening, he subconsciously thanked him, almost instinctively took a sip of wine, and the cold feeling finally made him regain a little ability to think: "Your Majesty, I ......"

"Answer my question first," Rosetta looked into Beaumel's eyes, "were you just shrouded in the fear of death?" You have some kind of curse that kills you - it activates itself based on a certain keyword you say? Does it work in relation to your spirit, or is it something that monitors thoughts and words and deeds? ”

"Yes...... Yes, Your Majesty," Lord Beaumel replied honestly, "it should have been so, but why ......"

"This room blocks all psychic spells," Rosetta said indifferently as she adjusted her posture in her chair, "In fact, it blocks almost all spell effects, including curses rooted in itself, remote psychic monitoring, mental hints that lead to suicide, and all damage spells that activate over time. ”

Lord Beaumel's eyes widened slowly, with undisguised incredulity on his face.

Rosetta ignored him, instead turning to a corner of the room and said, "Thank you, Lady Windsor Marpel, for your protection—but please continue to maintain the effect of protection, we are not sure if the 'curse' on Lord Beaumel will delay the onset." ”

Only then did Beaumel notice that there was a fourth person in the room, the Legendary Mage Guild President, who seemed to be standing there all along, but it wasn't until Rosetta opened his mouth that he saw the graceful and elegant lady in a lilac dress walking slowly from there.

The other party held a mystical orb in his hand that seemed to be completely condensed by magical power, and the runes on the surface of the orb flowed, and it was the invisible power it emitted that protected the entire room.

In astonishment, Lord Beaumel subconsciously muttered to himself: "Why ......?"

"Since the day before yesterday, four people have died mysteriously while trying to 'tell the news'," replied Windsor Marpel who held the orb in his hand, the legendary mage looked at Beaumel, his eyes full of arcane energy as if he could see all the secrets, "The details are surprisingly consistent - they seem to be trying to say something to others before they die, or convey something through hints or riddles, but their brains are burned out the moment they put their thoughts into action." ”

"Two of them died in the Obsidian Palace, and the other two went to find Duke Ferdinand and Duke Severn," continued Rosetta the Great, "and perhaps there are many more like them—but they died in their homes by accidentally saying a key word before they could even get to the person they wanted to talk to." ”

Beaumal was dumbfounded, and a look of fear and panic could not help but appear on his face.

Doesn't he even have a chance to say the words that he had come up with...... Fortunately, when he practiced at home, he didn't dare to turn the thoughts in his mind into words and deeds in reality, but only simulated them in his superficial consciousness......

"After such an incident, the Royal Mages Guild's think tank immediately analyzed the possible causes, and we believe that there is some kind of crisis, and at the same time, there are a large number of insiders who are trying to warn the royal family, but all those who know are controlled by some kind of spell that can monitor the mind, or are planted with a curse that will activate itself with the keyword," Windsor Marpel said unhurriedly, "At the moment the agents of the Royal Mages Guild and the Wanderer Force are secretly monitoring the whole of Aldernan, looking for potential ' Demonstrators' and attempt to bring them to this room on the premise of ensuring their survival.

"But you came here on your own initiative, Lord Beaumel, and it's a windfall."

Rosetta nodded, looking into Lord Beaumar's eyes: "Luckily, Lady Windsor's powerful power has succeeded in blocking that potential curse, which proves that part of our judgment is correct, and you, Lord Beaumar...... Now let's prove that another part of our judgment is just as correct. Elaborate on what your keywords mean, and what kind of crisis is threatening my empire? ”

Lord Beaumar blinked, and finally calmed down completely after thoroughly understanding the situation, with a certain indifference and a hint of happiness that transcended life and death, he smiled bitterly, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, I have been seduced by strength and knowledge, and have accepted a 'gift' that I should not have accepted, I ...... is an 'Eternal Sleeper'.

"Your Majesty, in the Throat of Orlandelle, there is a secret lair, which is shrouded in a powerful psychic suggestive force field and a wide range of dream prohibitions, which have been ignored by all for a long time......"

……

To the north and south of Alder, to the south of the Shadow Swamp, a black-painted magic train was quietly parked next to the newly built platform.

It was the first completed magical train station in the Typhon Empire, and one of the transportation hubs to the Cecil Empire next door.

As early as the Ansu era, when the Cecil Empire was still the "Duchy of Cecil", the Archduke Cecil and the Typhon Empire signed a trade agreement to connect Typhon through a railway line at the foot of the Dark Mountains, which was the beginning of the "modern trade" between the two empires - and today's station here is an extension of the former railway, and it is also one of the projects of the "Cecil Railway Investment Company" in Typhon.

The high-power magic crystal lamp hung high on the lamppost in the center of the platform, and the light projected dispelled the darkness near the site, and also illuminated the surface of the black and heavy mechanical python.

For Typhon, whose magical train and railroad projects were just beginning, this advanced and expensive precision was far from being used for large-scale civilian use, in most cases, it was just a transportation line used by the industrial cities in the hinterland of the empire to devour raw materials, and a means of transporting goods with Cecil, plus it was late at night, and the only civilian train on the line had stopped, resulting in a rather sparse number of people on the huge platform.

Two platform guards handed over in front of the train—the last train of the day was about to depart for Cecil, laden with textiles from Typhon and alchemical preparations, and there was no other train for the night, so that the staff seemed lazy.

A figure swayed at the back of the train and dodged into the massive industrial machinery.

The lights in the corresponding area may be a little malfunctioning, and they are extremely dim, and the patrol officers can't see any of them.

Dressed in a black coat, Yuri walks briskly through the steel-made "corridors" as he passes through the connecting gates and freight wagons stacked with crates, and in the shadows near those crates, several pairs of eyes lift from the darkness and quickly droop.

Stepping into the last carriage, more eyes were cast from the side.

"All the men have boarded the train," Yuri whispered succinctly, "There are fifteen minutes to go, and in case there are checkpoints and Typhons boarding the train, we must try to avoid making noise until the train stops at Baisha Station, let alone crossing the penultimate car, so be prepared." ”

"It's already been explained," Wendy's soft voice came from the side, "what's going on outside?" ”

"Don't worry," Yuri whispered, "there are several key leaders and half of the front-line technicians here who are Cecilians - the technology handover and training cycle is not over yet, and the Typhonians need Cecil to teach them how to control these large and complex machines and manage the railway system, so everyone who comes into contact with this train is reliable tonight." ”

Wendy exhaled softly, and then her eyes slowly swept over the carriage, she recalled the shock she felt when she first saw this magic machine, recalled the "station" outside that was full of a lot of incredible technology, and couldn't help but whisper, "This is really unimaginable......

"yes, if it weren't for the conditions, I'd love to have a good look at how this thing moves," Yuri Charvin sighed, "I hope I'll have a chance to ...... when I get to 'over there'."

"I'd rather meet that Miss Witch Jepley and watch the Magic Web broadcast," Wendy chuckled, "supposedly...... There are also singing 'shows' there, and tens of thousands of people will hear them at the same time. ”

Yuri immediately shook his head: "Don't think about it, your singing voice is only afraid that it will drag people into an eternal sleep." ”

Wendy immediately retorted, "I can sing normally, too, Archbishop Yuri." ”

"Archbishop...... Let's give up the title from now on," Yuri said in a low tone, sitting down on a nearby crate, "It's not a bad idea to call by name and forget the past, or simply add 'sir' and 'madam'......"

"That's a good idea," Wendy nodded slightly, "but Mr. Yuri, you're sitting on Mr. Magnum's head, and he's probably starting to scold." ”

"I can't hear it anyway," Yuri patted the crate beneath him lightly, with a nonchalant expression on his face, "and it's just a 'corpse'." ”

Wendy shook her head helplessly, then opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but her expression changed slightly in the next moment.

And almost at the same time, Yuri's expression changed slightly.

All Bishops and above Eternal Sleepers received an urgent notice from Megael III at this moment-

There is a mental abnormality that has left the network of Sleepers.

"Informer", appeared.