It's still that palace. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But now there are only three people in the palace.

They didn't sit in their respective seats, and the three of them sat next to each other for the convenience of conversation.

Leslie sat in a seat that wasn't his, and shifted a little uncomfortably, frowning.

"There was a disgusting smell on this chair. ”

Chalmo smiled and didn't make a sound, while the other gray-robed man who wrapped himself tightly let out a shrill and piercing laugh.

He laughed and coughed, and the hysterical sound resounded through the empty palace, as if he was going to die in the next second.

With a long sneeze at the end, the tiresome sound finally came to an end.

Leslie breathed a sigh of relief, regretting that she had come over and had met the two men in secret.

The gray robe looked indifferently at the blood stains on his desk, which were dotted with a few teeth.

He stretched out his arm and began to wipe slowly with his sleeve.

"Lord Jean-Del, are you alright?" Leslie couldn't help but want to give himself a mouth again, what are you provoking this person for?

Jean Del looked up, revealing his old countenance, which now looked like a dried corpse, except for a pair of large blue eyes that were clear and bright.

He gave Leslie an extremely ugly smile.

"Of course I'm not good, my Leslie Majesty. He grinned and grinned at his big, chapped and ugly mouth, "But these teeth always grow quickly, your majesty, would you like to observe them?" ”

Leslie stood up: "I hope I'm not here to discuss these boring issues, and if that's the case, I might as well leave." ”

"Hey, hey, hey. The gray-robed Del laughed again, but this time his voice was completely different, low and hoarse, but still unpleasant.

These old people are crazy.

Leslie certainly couldn't just get out like that, he stood where he was, waiting for Chalmer, who seemed to be okay at the moment, to open his mouth.

If it was Grandpa Ulduar, would he just lift his leg and leave? For a moment, Leslie was stupid standing like this.

"Your Highness Leslie, please calm down, this time you are indeed invited over to discuss important matters, let's sit down and talk. Chalmo finally spoke.

Without saying a word, Leslie sat down again, this time his face gloomy as water.

Jean Del curled up in the gray robes, observing Leslie.

Ulduar, your descendants will not even hide their expressions.

He laughed again.

"I think three laughs are enough, Elder. Leslie's expression stiffened, and he didn't look at him.

Del's heart laughed wildly, and he struggled to suppress his facial expressions while his voice didn't sound so shaky.

"Yes, my majesty. ”

Damn, it's a terrible sound, it's not my voice.

Why hasn't this old guy spoken yet, is this bastard watching a show?

The old man curled up in the gray robe looked at Chalmo who was sitting quietly with a kind smile on his face, and his heart was suddenly full of jealousy: Mingming is about the same age as me, why does he look so normal and have nothing at all?

"Your Highness," Chalmo finally looked at Leslie, and his tone was calm, "The preparations for opening up are already made on our side." ”

"Open up?" Leslie was a little surprised, he really didn't expect these people to be so fast: "But the realm of flames doesn't seem to have expanded much, right? ”

I'm in a hurry, haha, waste, the strength is so weak, and the head is stupid to death, I really don't know how you became the heir, is it because the royal family is going to be finished?

"That's the second thing. ”

Chalmer looked at Leslie, his gentle facial expression still unchanged: "Jean and a group of Flame Repeaters who have not been able to hold out for long will return in two days." ”

Del Leslie stood up in shock and looked at the old man who was still curled up in his clothes.

The old man smiled softly, the pain and incongruity in his body made him a little dazed: "Didn't Luo Yan think about the position of elder for a long time? ”

As if he was holding something in his mouth, the old man opened his mouth, and another batch of fresh blood and new teeth like white jade flowed down his chin to his gray robe.

"Look...... I said they grow fast...... But it's not my ...... at all" The old man muttered as he stared at the teeth, his hands trembling as he picked them up and put them back in his pocket.

"There is a legend that in ancient times there was a creature that could plant its own teeth in the ground, and then those teeth would grow into another creature, have you ever heard of it?"

Of course, neither of the other two would respond to the madman's babbling.

Leslie frowned.

Even Ulduar wasn't as embarrassed as he was.

"I went back to getting my teeth planted. ”

With a "bang", the old man disappeared into his seat, leaving behind only a piece of clothing with blood and a few teeth sticking to it.

The hall fell silent, and a small flame burned silently above the round table.

"He's crazy, isn't he? Is the curse that bad?" Leslie looked at Chalmer and sat back in his place, next to him still maintaining a peaceful expression, which had never changed since the beginning, "I want to know how many of you eight are like him?"

Chalmer didn't answer his question.

"The curse of your ancestors began to appear five hundred years ago, affecting two generations, and even his own descendants have not spared it. ”

Chalmo finally spoke, he put away his smile, his face was rather heavy: "But what I don't understand is why the generation that decided to stop returning was not affected. ”

"This—I don't know, you can read the records and classics of the royal family, you should-"

"I've seen it a long time ago," Chalmer rudely interrupted Leslie, "there is nothing of value on it, and all the information is limited to the last two thousand years, and nothing from two thousand years ago." ”

It's useless for you to say this to me. Leslie didn't dare say that.

"Your Highness, as a descendant of the most pure bloodline, do you have any special sensitivity to flames?"

What do you mean? Leslie didn't answer the question immediately, he thought for a moment and replied thoughtfully, "Naturally, there is some sense of closeness, after all, our bloodline—"

"I didn't mean that, Your Highness, I mean- can you feel it...... Emotions?"

Emotions? Is this guy crazy too? How can dead things have emotions?

"Nope. Just because we call ourselves descendants of fire doesn't mean we're the stuff of fire elves, we're human, and we're just closer to fire than anyone else in blood. ”

"That's what Randall said, right?"

"Yes. ”

Randall was the seventh emperor of the city. At that time, it was still called the emperor.

"That's right," Leslie seemed to suddenly think of something: "Recently, there have been a lot of opinions within the royal family about you, and I can't suppress the unauthorized opening of the return, and this time the opening has not been discussed, I am afraid that some cabinet elders will make trouble." ”

Of course, this sudden thought is pretended, in fact, Leslie has been having a headache about this matter for a long time, as a new leader, he can't suppress some old people now, not to mention that his series of behaviors in favor of Chalmer make some old people very dissatisfied with him.

"Let some of them go to the return ceremony. ”

"What?"

"Don't worry, some of them probably can't wait. ”

"Okay, okay. ”

"Then Your Highness, please leave now, I want to be alone for a while. ”

“......”

Leslie walked out of the temple door.

He laughed at himself with a wry smile as he walked, and although the red and black robes around him with their heads bowed looked respectful, Leslie felt that they were actually laughing at him.

It's no wonder that the elders have such a big opinion of me.

But in fact, Leslie also relied on Chalmer's secret support to get to where he is today, you must know that his grandfather has not only one son, and his father does not have only one son.

These pavilion elders...... Leslie thought about what Chalmer had just said.

What Green meant was to have some of them come back, could it be that some of them were actually in the same shape as Del is now?

As for the return ceremony......

Leslie remembered his grandfather's fate.

If one day I can't hold it anymore, I'd rather kill myself than return......

Wait a minute.

Leslie stopped and reacted suddenly, the people around him looked at his exaggerated appearance with some trepidation, one of the red-robed men came over, but it was Lyle, who organized Lynch and them to record the star map that day, and he asked in a low voice, "Your Highness, are you okay?"

Leslie reacted and smiled gently at Lyle, "It's okay, go ahead and do your thing." ”

He walked away without waiting for Lyle to respond, his smiling face once again gloomy under the hood.

Why don't these people choose to commit suicide?

Inside the palace.

Chalmo jerked to his feet, his hands on the table, panting violently, a stream of sweat running down his head onto the table. His skin rolled into dense folds one after another, as if there were many earthworms writhing under his skin.

"Dead things...... How could it be a dead thing...... These wastes ...... I absolutely ...... Definitely not ......"

He closed his mouth and trembled, as if he was desperately trying to suppress something.

It took a while for him to get back to normal.

Chalmo let out a long sigh of relief.

A large mass of white, twisted creatures that looked like earthworms crawled out of the gap in his trouser legs, rolled around quickly, and soon vanished.

Chalmer's smile regained once more, and he pushed open the closed palace door and strode out.