Without saying a word, Odin staggered in the carriage for a long time, and was finally helped out of the carriage - yes, "help", and the people in the carriage were very polite to him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, even with the black cloth, he could see the road from the dungeon to the back door of the Royal Theatre, and they swaggered through the city, freedmen and patrol guards gave way, and no one expected that there was an arsonist in the car.

When he got out of the car, the cloth was removed from his head, and three locksmiths gathered around to open the lock on Odin's body, while the two maids brought him a clean garment, a gray coarse cloth robe.

Odin smiled and said to the richly dressed adult beside him, "I don't need a locksmith, I just need a woman." ”

Then, with a soft word of "break", the wrist-thick iron locks broke in two and fell to the ground, startling the locksmiths who were close to him.

When the two women heard this, they smiled knowingly, and they tided their breasts so that their round and snow-white skin was appropriately exposed, and their shoulders were draped in expensive tulle, and lace made them look like delicate dolls. Skillfully but gently, they took off the young man's tattered coat, redressed him, and put on his cloak.

"Like a warlock, sir. The woman bowed with a look like a tame elk.

"The Hall family uses women as weapons everywhere. Odin exclaimed, and followed the adult who had intercepted him through the backyard.

This is the dressing room and rehearsal room of the Royal Theatre, during the day, of course.

The women were in line with the tastes of the nobility of the imperial capital, they were shaking feather fans, they were dressed in tulle, brocade lace reflected their smooth skin, and the cascading folds made them look more like characters who had stepped out of the play.

They performed operas during the day, and when they were recessed, they reclined in the aisles of the theater, waiting to be seen by some noble lord or prince, and at night they got into a horse-drawn carriage and shuttled between the mansions of the imperial capital. No secret can be kept on a warm bed.

Odin walked through the long corridors surrounded by gold-painted and exaggerated frescoes, and finally met the man who had ordered his interrogation in a closed chamber.

Not the Chancellor, of course, but the Imperial Chancellor of the Exchequer - Evan Hall.

Due to the death of the previous king, the death of his father, and the fact that the new king had to rely on the financial resources of the Hall family, the old duke naturally retired, and the illegitimate heir entered the court.

He followed his father's usual style, using beauty and money to win over power, never offending anyone, only providing benefits to those in need - like a dealer who gives marijuana to addicts.

Unlike the last time he saw him in the jungle, Little Hall wore a mustache and was dressed more elegantly, adding a bit of momentum to his ordinary appearance.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation, my lord. Odin put his fist to his chest and saluted.

"You're the one--God Traitor Warlock?" Evan examined the other and saw that he was nothing special except that he was good-looking, and that being good-looking wasn't a merit in the rest of the plans.

"Yes, sir. "Odin was polite.

"Warlock, I can directly arrange for you to enter the king's dinner, you don't have to set fire, go to prison, and make a big fuss, grandstanding is not the style you should have in the imperial capital. ”

Evan dismissed him as a country man who didn't know how to be cautious in maneuvering power - he wondered why his father would bet his key plans on this mediocre, powerless countryman.

Odin naturally knew what little Hall was thinking, and wondered - didn't this guy have Ted's blood in his body, compared to Ted's old fox, his brain was as simple as a mess.

But he patiently explained: "My lord, if I sneak into the king's side by a dinner party, do you think that the suspicious Queen Mother will not send someone to find out my details? If I were a warlock who came down out of thin air, I would probably be imprisoned directly in the central inquisition, and the person who financed me, that is, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, would not be in danger?"

Evan Hall still wanted to argue, and he was very dissatisfied with being taught a lesson by a countryman, but Odin did not give him a chance to speak: "Even if the Queen Mother does not move, the Prime Minister, the Chief Justice, the Minister of the Interior, the General Staff of Military Affairs, these forces of the Four Cities who stepped on the bones and walked into the palace, will they not find out who I am?"

"I have sent someone to the Imperial Seminary to forge my identity, and from the moment I entered the Imperial Capital, I had nothing to do with any powerful person, and I went through the legal process from arrest to imprisonment - but Lord Hall forged the Chancellor's edict, and I suppose you should send someone to kill those two jailers. ”

Odin didn't save Evan face at all, and his words sent a chill down the back of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, who had been condescending a few minutes ago.

He couldn't imagine how a person outside the core of the ruling class could be so well-versed in the doorways behind the struggle for power, let alone why his father would put such a dangerous person into a dangerous factional struggle. If this person does not want to be loyal to Fukaya, then the consequences for him are devastating.

"Sir, you should learn more from your father - to lock people's hearts with profit, and then to intimidate them to obey you—otherwise, walking on the King's Road will be full of thorns and traps. ”

Odin interrupted Evan's suspicions just in time, hoping that the self-righteous elm head would not cause him any more trouble.

"Alright, Mr. Diggs, your request has been prepared - a hundred elites have entered Paliva in batches, waiting to be dispatched, my father has sent someone to secretly protect Prince Arthur, and the weapons workshop has accelerated production, all just waiting for the iron hooves of the Four-City Alliance to enter Paliva City. ”

Evan Hall stopped arguing - in fact there was a moment of silence between the two men, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer diverted the subject.

"Next, it's your royal ticket - an iron prison with a lion in it, please follow me. Little Hall said as he pushed open the shelves full of pompous crafts—it was a secret passage.

The tunnel is damp and dark, surrounded by narrow stone walls, barely enough for two people. Evan and Odin didn't say a word, but they walked in the firelight for a long time, wading through the sewers, and finally saw an iron fence.

Outside the fence the lights flickered, slaves and low-level servants were walking back and forth, and some overseers were driving them to work. At this time, a corpse loader took advantage of the fact that there was no one around, quickly opened the fence and pulled Odin onto a bucket truck full of corpses. Covered with sackcloth and tied with rope, he looked like any other dead man.

Sickness and labor were the grim reaper of the life of the lowest, and the workers who pulled the corpses were the agents of the grim reaper, and even the slaves had to hide away from them, and the overseers were disgusted by the foul-smelling vehicles. So Odin got on the cart and reached the ground unharmed, and then the corpse pretended to throw him out.

One of the connectors immediately untied the heavy load, and when he saw Odin, he was obviously taken aback, and immediately picked him up from the ground, and then showed a look of pity.

"I don't know why the Lord asked you to come and die—but it's an order, please come with me. "This kind connector is a guard officer, and he is in charge of patrolling the Golden Palace and preparing for the King's Dinner.

He re-chained Odin, deliberately loosening some of them so that he could escape more easily, though that didn't help. He shook his head and sighed—there must be some beautiful young man in the middle of the year to be sent in under various names to be the ghost of the king's amusement.

Soon they reached the empty royal garden, where four huge wooden bucket carts were lined up, and on top of them were iron cages, separated by a fence, with men on one side and a hungry lion on the other.

"Let's go inside. The guard officer closed his eyes, pointed to half of the empty iron prison, and said to Odin.