God says that the burst is not terrible, but the danger is always like a viper crawling in the dark.

In the military tent of the Knights of the Dragon Horn, Andrew, as the longest-serving logistics officer in the regiment, has served three captains, and his long-term diplomatic relations have given him an extraordinary sense of the way civilians work.

"Whose person will it be?" Andrew frowned, it was not strange that the level was changed, but the strange thing was that his intuition told him that there must be something in it, and it had something to do with him.

Gary, the head of the regiment sitting behind the table, quietly looked at the clean table, expressionless and silent. Wales, who was below, turned the sword in his hand and thought slowly. Heculus, who never had an axe in his hand, sat at the door of the tent with his head tilted, and looked at the starry sky at night with a grass root in his mouth.

After the silence, there was still silence.

"Do you want to inform the other side that trading has been suspended in the near future?" Finally, the skinny Welsh was the first to break the deathly silence.

"It's not that simple. Gary slowly raised his eyelids, the brightest star of Saled was not lacking in wisdom in dealing with cunning politicians, and soon realized that the whole thing was still too simple for himself from the beginning to the present, how could this kind of lucrative internal smuggling be as smooth sailing as a transaction in the market, and when the compass of black gold turned, it was destined to be fiercely targeted by bloodthirsty and accurate conspirators.

"There are almost four weeks left until the next transaction, and I will figure out what is going on, and I will not make the decision to suspend trading until then, gentlemen, and the work continues. Gary stood up a little tiredly, and turned and walked into the tent. The transaction itself is an unspeakable black market transaction, and the interests involved behind it are even more chaotic and complex, and if the transaction is suddenly suspended at this time, it will only be a matter of time before it is revealed.

Kapila, Salid, the Northern Region, the Seventh Legion, many factors kept passing through the young knight leader's mind, was it a farce or a conspiracy?

In the Kapila White Dew Palace, a giant long-eared owl that was seven feet tall and taller than an adult man landed within the palace walls, staring at the huge round eyes and letting out a cry of "ahhh The slender knight jumped off the back of the owl with the chest, and walked lightly through the gardens and fountains to the palace. The knight in a black cloak quickly came to the arched door, and the figure disappeared as soon as the door was pushed open.

"Her Majesty. The knight placed the box in the center of the floor of the room and stepped aside.

The girl with the platinum crown stood up from her chair, dragged her long skirt to the box, looked at the box full of blue crystals with a gentle luster, nodded imperceptibly, and said softly, "Send them to Lorheland." ”

Many of the palaces in Kapila were only children, but the Bailu Palace had its own sister, the Lohelan Palace, which was thousands of miles apart, but was built at the same time as twins of the same style, connected by a long river of firebirds like an umbilical cord.

The knight who walked to the door with the box hesitated, but turned around and whispered: "Your Majesty, the complexion of the man in Luo Helan is a little decayed, this kind of thing ......"

"Shut up!"

Huo Ran, a young girl with a gentle expression, turned around and scolded angrily, her rapidly undulating chest was steaming with suppressed and powerless anger, and the knight standing at the door looked tense and left with his head bowed.

This is the first time that the Attila dynasty has been inherited from the Attila dynasty, because the two heirs of the dynasty are the twin daughters of the previous monarch Attila III, Matilda Attila and Miru Attila, one like the day of the empire, the other like the night of the empire.

For the many despicable images created by her sister in the empire after her succession, Matilda is more often helpless than sad and angry, not only because the head and tail of the scepter are held in the hands of two people who were once close but are now getting more and more distant, but also as time goes by, both sides have many supporters, and their interests have become more and more intertwined, and all this is like magma surging under a volcano, and it is only a matter of time before it erupts.

As the queen pondered, a black mist swirled and rose in the corner of the room, and as the black mist dissipated, a tall figure walked out of it, with a wooden staff in his wizened hands, his hair was lifeless gray-white, and the man with a thin and withered face looked up and greeted the queen. The young queen was much calmer in the face of the sudden visitor, and after greeting with the same bow, she said in a deep voice, "I need your help, great high priest of the Templars. ”

When the tall bushes outside the Bailu Palace blew a cold and unexpected spring breeze, people seemed to hear the soft "click" of the queen's scepter.

As the deliberations drew to a close with the intervention of a white-haired old man, Matilda, who was still young after all, slowly sat down in her chair, and the black-robed high priest made a rusty voice rubbing against pig iron: "Your Majesty, next Luna's birthday celebration, please be sure to be punctual for your Night Stalker Legion." ”

Matilda nodded, and replied with a calm expression: "Of course, I hope things go smoothly as you and I expect, you must know that turmoil is nothing less than a disaster for us, and Luo Helan's side ......" Before she finished speaking, the black mist opposite her rolled towards the door, and the next moment the maid with the fruit bowl was entangled in the whole mist, and the maid's delicate face was full of terror, and she wanted to cry but found that her throat was tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and she couldn't make a sound at all. Matilda swished to her feet, and just as she was about to stop it, she was firmly blocked by the white-haired old man, and she could only watch as the face of the maid who had been with her for many years gradually distorted, until her pupils lost her lustre, her blonde hair became dull, and a fresh life passed in the boundless darkness.

In fact, the whole process was only in the blink of an eye, but Matilda, who witnessed all this, seemed to have experienced a long day, and her mouth was slightly open, standing in amazement. After reaping the life, the ruthless black-robed priest stood quietly in place, with the warm corpse lying at his feet, and then turned into a cloud of black mist and drifted away.

"The reason why a secret is a secret is that it needs to be kept by death when necessary. The white-haired old man rolled his yellow eyes and said calmly, "You need such an experience, Your Majesty. ”

"I know, Mr. Nietzsche. Matilda approached the corpse of the maid, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, the panic on her face also dissipated, and quickly restored the queen's nobility and composure, and said in a low voice: "With the blue spar next month, her spirit will become extremely trance and she will not have time to react, and on that day, except for a few nobles from the southern city-states, two-thirds of the entire empire will be on our side, plus the assistance of the temple priests, she will be dragged down from the throne." The queen paused, clenched her fists and said in a deep voice: "But I want her to live, this is the only condition for me to allow the coup to happen." ”

"As you wish, Her Majesty. The white-haired old man bent down his old body and turned to leave.

When the room finally quieted down, Matilda slowly squatted down in front of the maid, and two lines of tears gradually flowed from her delicate face, presumably when the old man told her to send the fruit bowl in, the innocent girl did not find the murderous intention hidden under that kind face, and buried her life that ended before she could bloom. The Queen, who was quietly weeping, plucked a grape from the ground and gently put it in her mouth, her mouth full of bitterness.

In the brightly lit Luohelan Palace, the floor is spread with bright red wine, the huge white bear from the ice field roars and hides under the iron chain, and the naked hardcover men gather together laughing, all of them have handsome faces and tall figures. The woman reclining on the throne looked at the ground with confused eyes, her body covered the round twin peaks like cicada wings, her slender legs flicked her tail gently like a dying mermaid, but her delicate face, which was the same as her sister's, was particularly pale and decadent, and there was a little blue powder hanging from the corners of her mouth.

"Your Majesty......" A man approached the queen and kissed her smooth arm, the heat in his eyes undisguised.

"Giggles. The tickling of her arm made the bewildered queen chuckle, and she stretched out her arm on the man's shoulder, two soft balls against his shoulder, and muttered in a lazy voice, "Come on, come on, little Matilda......"

In the back garden of the palace that year, two cheerful figures chased, laughing and arguing, one dressed in a white sheet like a holy priestess, and the other wearing a dark mask like a terrible devil. The place they passed through was full of flowers, the sun was mild, and at last they were tired, and they lay together on the garden ground, and the girl in the sheets smiled and pointed to the sky, saying that she saw the sun a minute earlier than her sister, and did everything a minute before her sister......

The man swallowed his throat, and just as he was about to move his hand from the queen's thigh to the plump mass, a slender hand on his shoulder crushed his throat without warning, and swept him to the ground with the mermaid's tail as if to pat off the dust off his body. The laughing men continued to laugh, and walked over to toss his body at the white bear, his eyes wide but only staggered, and the wine on the ground became even more bright red under the beast's swinging claws.

"Giggles. ”

Sean 1256, early summer, the birthday of Lord Kapila. Hundreds of thousands of people gathered in the temple square were prostrate on the floor with reverent hearts, and many nobles followed the queen on the highest steps of the temple, and the two queens, who were close at hand but never looked at each other, quietly followed the high priest into the temple. As the loud prayers rang out in the square, the nobles who had been blocked by the Night Stalker Knights at the door of the temple bowed their heads in default, as if no one cared about one of their queens, and the closed temple gate was forever isolated.

"Little Matilda. Behind the temple door, the dejected Queen Rohelan let out a final smile in the black mist, raised her head to wipe away the blue powder that did not exist at the corner of her mouth, while Queen Bailu turned her head, expressionless, and did not say a word.

After the Birthday of the Gods, the Lohelan Palace was permanently sealed, and the era of the two kings of Kapila came to an end without any alarm.

In the same year, it was discovered that the northern consul of Tyrann, Oters, had committed suicide in the history of the empire in the largest corruption case. The Seventh Legion of Salid was transferred from the Golden Mountain Vein, and the Knights of the Dragonhorns were sent to the defensive line where the Fifth Legion was stationed for full inspection, and the Star of Salid fell.