The so-called Royal Capital Council is not actually the administrative body of the Royal Capital, or rather, it is not now. This huge circular building in the heart of the royal capital was originally built to serve as a judgment house. The king of the blue lion who built it was a monarch who believed in chivalry and knighthood, and during his reign, natural disasters and wars in the kingdom never stopped.

Misery and despair gripped the kingdom at that time, and none of its inhabitants could guarantee that they would see the sun tomorrow. In order to inspire his people, the king established this council chamber, where he conducted government affairs, tried prisoners and betrayers, and even received foreign envoys. And all the citizens of the Greylion Kingdom can enter this theater-like building at any time and watch their king work.

In fact, there were many people who would come to this chamber with their work utensils to work with their king in order to pay tribute to his diligence. At that time, the Greylion Kingdom did not need so many officials, nor did it have a dazzling variety of departments. If the king had a problem, he would ask the citizens around him directly, and people from all walks of life would always offer their king a solution.

This history may be a hundred or two hundred years old by now. The council chamber, after the kingdom had survived the danger, became a symbol of sorts, and even the most daring merchants would not dare to advise the king to demolish the building, but the kings of the past would allocate funds to renovate it as a sign of their respect for that ancestor. A hundred years have passed, and the humble round chamber has become what it is now.

The ten-metre-high stone façade is large enough to accommodate the entire royal capital's inhabitants, as well as a circular stage in the center of the chamber that can accommodate three operas at the same time. In fact, a few years ago there was a proposal to convert the council chamber into the King's Theatre, but the current King did not agree to the bill. So, the building is still just a huge, symbolic symbol.

"I remember though there would be at least a squad of royal guards patrolling around the council chamber. Now it seems that the royal family does not pay enough attention to this place. The dignified royal capital chamber has turned into a meeting place for the dark residents. Lothar said, looking at the quiet and eerie scenery around the council chamber.

"What is this, who would really take care of such an old antique that few people would go in during the day? The guards you are talking about are probably getting drunk in the nearby tavern right now. "As a mercenary, the networm has traveled to many countries despite her young age, and this kind of valuable-sounding monument has always been a pile of stones with no practical role in her eyes. Moreover, Miss Mercenary didn't think that the royal guards of the Greylion would be so dedicated.

One-Eye didn't join in the discussion, the guards guarding the council hall were bought off by the dark dwellers who came early to prepare the meeting ground, they were knocked unconscious, or even if they were actually molesting the maid in the tavern right now, as the networm said. She only knew that inside the current building was the dark side of the entire royal capital. If Cheese's plan really works, then tonight, One-Eye can truly control the night in the royal capital.

Power and revenge are enough to make people lose themselves, and when the two are combined, even the one-eyed who thinks he has gone through countless ups and downs unconsciously quickens his breathing.

"Don't be in such a hurry, ma'am. The guys in this council room now are very sensitive to human emotions. We're all just your casual tonight, and you can't afford to mess with yourself. Roland stepped forward and patted One-Eye's shoulder, still with the pipe in his mouth.

The old man's words calmed down One-Eye a little, and although he was through the mask, the latter nodded to Roland in thanks. After taking a few deep breaths to calm his heartbeat, the underground leader of the royal capital slowly walked into the silent building with the other three.

"You're here, the leaders of the various families are already waiting for you. A soft male voice came from One-Eye's side, and as the four of them turned their gaze to where the sound had come from, a darker than normal shadow quickly coalesced together to form the outline of a man.

The dark shadow with the silhouette of a human bowed slightly to One-Eye, his etiquette very regular. If it weren't for his appearance, I'm afraid this alone would be enough to convince people that he was a nobleman with a good family.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Jason, and I'm your guide tonight. Of course, you can also call me Shadow if you want. ”

One-eye's breathing paused slightly at the word shadow, but soon returned to normal. Originally, the name Shadow was just a nickname, but rather, there are probably not too few people in this world who use Shadow as a codename.

"I'll call you Jason. Since you are my guide, please take me in. ”

"It's my pleasure to serve you. My lord. Jason said, taking two steps forward and motioning for One-Eye to follow him.

"Hey, what's the origin of that guy who calls himself Jason, you know?" asked Lothar, who was at the back of the line, whispered to the networm next to her. Although he can face the giant nezumi head-on, the Count of Montenegro does not think that the hammer in his hand can smash a black shadow.

Hearing his companion's question, the networm looked distressed and shook his head. Although she boasted that she had seen and heard a lot, she really didn't know what that humanoid shadow was. Their confusion did not last long, though, for Roland spoke.

"I didn't expect to meet a wizard here. It's been years since I've seen your kind on the mainland. ”

Hearing the old man's sigh that seemed to be said casually, Jason's body shook slightly.

"I didn't expect you to know such a small character as me, it's really an honor for me. Indeed, the number of my people has not been as good as it used to be in recent years. ”

Roland unhurriedly added some tobacco to his pipe, took a deep breath, and then spat out a smoke ring and said.

"After all, there have been fewer wars in the past few years, and there are fewer deaths, so your life will naturally be more difficult. It's not like a few years ago when you fought with Twilight, and everywhere you went, you were there. ”

Hearing the old man's words, Jason laughed dryly twice but did not say anything. Roland's words were not so much a greeting to him as a reminder of how dangerous his companion, the so-called guide, was. And the two people at the back of the line were not concerned about this.

"If I remember correctly, the last time the nations of the continent united against the Twilight Cult was a hundred years ago, right?" As someone who was familiar with the history of war, Lothar couldn't believe his memories now. Because if he remembers correctly, it means that Roland is more than 100 years old.

“...... I'm afraid you're not mistaken. Maybe the old man is talking about a small local war?" the networm thought for a moment and replied.

In this strange atmosphere, the group walked out of the corridor on the ground floor of the conference hall, and the open space in front of them made it impossible for the four of them to continue the topic just now. They had reached the center stage of the council chamber, and in the audience around the stage, countless pairs of eyes hiding in the darkness were watching them.