"Bloody beasts, hehe, poor grey-robed ones, do you really know what you have provoked? The king sat on the top of the castle and sneered as he drank the wine from his glass. As soon as he raised his finger, the wine bottle of the small table beside him floated out of thin air, filling the empty wine glass as if it were being held by a waiter.

As for the waiters who were actually in charge of serving Sigget, they were shivering in the hallway outside the room. The King's anomaly had been going on for a few days, and almost all of the King's attendants had noticed his anomaly since the army supporting the molten iron left the capital. For example, Siggert would never drink at such a time, and as a former adventurer, he would not allow himself to show the slightest flaw when the danger was not yet receding. However, in just two days, the amount of wine that has been opened in the royal cellar has been comparable to the usual amount in half a year.

The most frightening thing, however, was that after drinking so much liquor, the king never showed the slightest hint of drunkenness, as if it were nothing more than ordinary clear water. But the smell of wine in his study alone made people with bad drinks groggy. In addition, the number and amount of food eaten by the Lord of the Grey Lion have also increased considerably recently, and the chefs in charge of cooking even suspected that the waiter had secretly eaten it under the pretense of His Majesty's instructions, until the chef himself served the food and saw the king's abyss-like appetite.

The king's anomaly terrified the people of the castle, and even the maids who worked here were rumored to have been treated with contempt. However, as a king, Sigurt has always been respectful of women, and the waitresses in the castle have worked here for at least three years, and they have never had any worries about this during these three years.

Some loyal attendants and courtiers saw the change as a way for Siggert to relieve stress, and assured others that the beloved king would return as long as the plague was gone. But such people are not in the majority, because those who really know the king know that the man who is now on the throne is far from the king they have served for many years, and bad rumors are beginning to spread from the king's castle. Even some ministers refused to say anything when asked about the veracity of the rumors.

Fortunately, the king was still too far away for the commoners, and even in the royal capital in extraordinary times, the spread of such rumors could not have any effect. In the eyes of the common people, their king was still normal, his appearance was still strong and handsome, even better than in the midst of war, and his determination and skill to save the kingdom were as reassuring as his sudden proclamation.

Roland and Sparrow were drawn to the noise of people as they walked down the street, a rarity that was rare in the deserted royal capital after the war. I saw that on the herald stand at the corner of the street, the official in charge of informing the people of the decree was reading the document in his hand diligently, and there were two soldiers standing beside him who were responsible for protecting and maintaining order. Of course, their presence was in the latter place at this time, because after hearing the decree, the crowd began to cheer a lot.

"His Majesty Our King Siggett Hearn has announced that a nezumi hunting law will be enacted throughout the territory of the Greylion!"

Roland only heard this sentence, and the herald's next words were completely muffled by the chatter, but he only needed this sentence, because he knew who could tell him the truth about this so-called nezumi hunting law. The magician lowered the brim of his hat, reached out and grabbed Sparrow's shoulder, who wanted to burrow into the crowd, and carried him away from the crowd with some force. At first, the little sparrow was a little dissatisfied, and he wanted to hear the full picture of this much-talked-about bill. But when he noticed that the two were walking, he closed his mouth, he was too familiar with this road, and at the front of the road was the Crimson Pupil Tavern.

It is understandable that the tavern, as the stronghold of the one-eyed underground, has ostensibly closed down in the recent turmoil, and now the royal capital is like an island in the sea, and people live on the rescued winter wheat, and there is neither spare money nor leisure to go to the tavern to spend time. The drunkards or unscrupulous people who broke into the seemingly unattended tavern would cry out like children and of course some of them never came out again. After all, at this time, the Crimson Pupil was already a meeting place for the aliens in the royal capital, and the owner of the place, Oneeye, provided this place for them to exchange information, and given her status as a witch lover, no one objected to this.

"Squeak!" the screeching moan of the double-flapped wooden sliding door made the people who pushed him open frown and the children around him. "It's time for a different door. Roland said to himself, as if he were talking to someone, into the dark and empty tavern lobby.

"The situation is chaotic right now, and making renovations and renovations will attract unwanted attention. Thank you for your understanding. Ciel's figure suddenly appeared in the shadows, maybe she was there a long time ago, maybe she appeared after the old man spoke, I'm afraid no one can say clearly.

"Understandable. Also, long time no see, doctor. Roland took off his oversized hat and bowed slightly to the Dementors. Sparrow also bows in a similar way, and he has been imitating the magician's manners lately, as he finds this kind of calm and graceful behavior fascinating at all times.

"You too, Master. The One-Eyed Lady and Mistress Aimia are already waiting for you on the second floor. Hill humbly returned the salute to the old man, and none of the shadow inhabitants of the royal capital did not submit to the old man of the human race. And among them, Hill got a glimpse of more of Roland's unknown side because of her racial talent, which also made her even more rude to the latter.

Roland's eyes darkened when he heard that the witch had been waiting, and he realized that he was probably right to be worried. Whatever that so-called bill is, it has already struck the dark side of the kingdom. The old man nodded, and followed the female doctor up the steps to the second floor of the tavern. Compared to before, there were a few more doors in the corridor on the second floor, which was very unreasonable, because according to the interval between the doors, the room behind them was probably pitifully small. But anyone who has seen the witches' former residence knows that behind every door here is probably a spacious room.

"Please come in. Hill pushed open a cedar door, revealing the hall and a long table large enough for twenty people to sit. By the time Roland entered, there were already many people sitting at the long table. "Uh, doctor, can you take care of Sparrow for me? he shouldn't be here. When the old man saw these people, he turned to Hill as if he remembered something. The latter nodded, and beckoned the two of his fellow clansmen, who were already in the hall as waiters, to take the little sparrow to the other rooms for a while.

"Well, it seems that the problem is more serious than I thought. Roland pulled his pipe out of the pocket of his robe and whispered as he lit the fire.

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