[A man has two mes, one awake in the darkness and one asleep in the light. 】

——— Victor Bryan's "Legend of the Rose"

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late at night

The palace hall is very quiet.

During the day, the temple was bustling with people, and the wasp-like ministers and all the people of the House of Elders went home to rest.

Only a few royal guards remained standing straight in the shadows of the palace, guarding the safety of the country.

The palace was quiet, only the faint light of candles and lamp oil flames reflected each other, emitting a faint yellow light.

There was a comical contrast between the shabby oil lamp and the resplendent of the building, but no one dared to accuse the tasteless fellow,

Because that guy is the current king of the Rose Kingdom - Brian XVII.

He was the true ruler of the country, and his taste was the "perfection" that the nobles chased.

No matter how ordinary an object is, as long as it passes through the palm of this person's hand, it will glow with an unusual brilliance.

Brian XVII sat alone on his throne, a thick book in his hand, reading intently.

His brow furrowed slightly, looking a little tired.

The palace was silent, only faint lights, and the whole palace seemed empty and silent.

Suddenly, a Night Watchman stormed the main hall with urgent information.

"Your Majesty, urgent report! There is a movement in the Warcraft Plains! ”

The Night Watch reported breathlessly.

The old king glanced at the book in his hand, put it down, and then reached out and tucked a rudimentary wooden bookmark on the table into it.

The bookmark looked worn and worn out of plain birch wood with a few vague patterns carved on the front.

After putting the books away, he suddenly turned his head and said to the air beside him:

"Bring it."

The chief legendary mage [Quincy], who had been silently guarding the old king's side, suddenly appeared.

With a flash of figure, he teleported to the Night Watchman and took the parchment scroll with the information written on it in his hand.

A faint wave of magic enveloped the scroll.

Without chanting, several identification spells were unleashed by Quincy.

[Observe details] [Detect traps] [Detect toxins].

After repeatedly confirming that there were no toxins or magical fluctuations on it, he returned to the old king.

"Your Majesty."

Quincy bowed her head respectfully and presented the sheepskin scroll.

The king, whose face was covered in old age spots, rubbed his brow slightly, and then began to inform.

There are only a few lines of chatty on the parchment, and a distinctive black flag imprint is printed on the end.

It was an exclusive emblem that only Tyke, the leader of the Black Banner Legion, was eligible to use, and it proved that the letter was handwritten to the king by the Black Legion Leader, and was of great importance.

Brian XVII rubbed his brow silently, staring deeply at the letter from the Black Flag Legion.

His brow furrowed deeper and deeper, and the scroll hadn't closed for a long time.

After a long time, he put down the information and took a deep breath.

"Your Majesty."

Quincy looked at the old king with some concern.

Ever since the attack on the Carpaccs, the old king has not been in good shape.

Recently, the old king has been staying up late for several days to deal with government affairs, which makes the chief mage very worried about his health.

The current king is the one he has watched grow up since he was a child.

From the age of three to the old king, Quincy, then the dean of the Royal Capital School of Magic, began to teach him magic and common sense.

The two spent more time together than the previous king and his own children.

For Quincy, who had no wife or children, Brian XVII was like his own child.

Although he did not know why the old king's temperament suddenly changed and his strength declined rapidly, Quincy was always a staunch royalist and never doubted all the king's orders.

Quincy knew that his responsibility now was not only to keep Brian XVII safe, but also to care for his physical and mental health.

How sad it is to watch the children who grew up grow up and now they are even older than themselves.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why many immortals are reluctant to have a relationship with affectionate humans.

Quincy approached the old king and suggested softly:

"Your Majesty, your body is very important, and I am worried that your staying up late will cause damage to your health. I suggest you take a good rest and come back tomorrow to deal with these affairs. “

The old king looked at Quincy, a flash of softness in his eyes, but still shook his head firmly.

"Quincy, I know you're worried about me, but it's my duty as a king. I have to deal with this matter myself, and I can't pass it on to anyone else. ”

"You do your best to help me solve the safety problem, and I will try to control my fatigue."

As he spoke, Brian XVII's eyes revealed firmness and determination, and his old, somewhat deformed palm tapped the throne a few times.

Quincy nodded helplessly, he understood the old king's insistence.

He did not continue, but bowed deeply to the old king.

"Ahem, cough, cough"

"Tyke reported that the Orc Kingdom's reconnaissance and assassination team is suspected to have appeared at the border of the kingdom, and an unknown dragon roar has also been heard from the depths of the Warcraft Plains, and the highest level of combat preparedness measures need to be taken immediately."

The old king coughed a few times, then his frown returned to normal, and he smiled sideways and discussed the situation at the front with the chief mage.

"Quincy, what do you think about this?"

Quincy shook her head:

"Your Majesty, I don't know this information, but if you need it, I can go to the front line to deal with the green-skinned garbage, including the dragon of unknown species."

The Chief Mage was no kidding.

As long as the old king gives the order, he can open the portal and go directly to the Warcraft Plains tonight to suppress everything.

In this era of demigod traces, Quincy, a mage with high-level legendary strength, can be said to be one of Karen's strongest.

It's hard to say who is stronger and who is weak in the team battle strength of the five-color legion, but if it is only heads-up, none of them (she) are Quincy's opponents!

His existence is a nuclear weapon on the face of the Rose Kingdom!

When Quincy annihilated the mountain dwarves at Chia Ridge, he single-handedly slaughtered three legendary dwarves and six thousand mountain dwarves!

Remember, it's a massacre, not a simple kill!

In that battle, Quincy's terrifying strength shocked the entire Cullen plane, and also made the orc kingdom that was originally about to move at that time completely extinguish the intention of invading.

At least, until this old man died, the Beast Emperor was not ready to launch an invasion war.

Some say he's already a demigod, while others say he's actually the Nether incarnation of a god.

Only Quincy himself knew that these were rumors, that he was just an ordinary old man with half a foot in a coffin.

In fact, the road to the demigods, Quincy has reached a critical point, and he can clearly touch the essential barrier between gods and humans.

One step over, and from then on, he was no longer a human Quincy.

But if he asks himself, he has no reason to move forward.

It has gone through hundreds of years, and has experienced the funerals of lovers, loved ones, and family members.

Now he doesn't need that anymore.

Or rather, he was tired.

It is not mental and physical exhaustion, but the exhaustion of the soul, from the heart.

Quincy is old.

He was ready to wait for the last bond, and after the death of the old King Brian XVII, he resigned from the kingdom and traveled to the continent of Karen.

Perhaps at the end of his life, he would choose a successor to leave his legacy, and then find a remote cave alone, silently waiting for death to come.

Faced with Quincy's ready answer, the old king shook his head.

"You can't always be asked to solve problems, that will foster their laziness. The kingdom has survived today because of the strength of the human community, not by individuals. ”

However, he didn't think about getting an answer from his chief mage, he just wanted to talk to the people around him.

When you get to this position, you have to walk on thin ice every step of the way.

Brian XVII could count the people who could really speak honestly on one hand, and Quincy was one of them.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided to take immediate action.

"Gather the second and third official combat teams of the Frost Legion, and let Frost Moon lead the team to support Tek and them."

"At the same time, the Blue Legion has raised its readiness level to Level 2, allowing Rare Rex to beware of the Orc Kingdom's invasion of the interior through the Forgotten Lands and Halsem."

"And the blue dragons."

One by one, the transfer orders were slowly issued as the king thought.

Quincy faithfully recorded all the orders, and then passed them directly to the elite scouts waiting outside the palace through the magical brand.

Outside the palace gate, there are more than 10 scouts with master-level strength waiting for orders to be issued all the time.

Each scout carries a large number of blank scrolls, and in the event of a secret mission, Quincy will directly encrypt and imprint the information into the blank scroll, and inform the scout where to deliver it.

This keeps the information as confidential as possible, and no one knows exactly where and to whom the scouts' information is being sent.

Time passed imperceptibly, and it was not until the light of the oil lamp began to flicker that the old king finished his urgent business.

"Your Majesty, it's time to rest."

After Quincy had passed on all the orders, he turned to look at Brian XVII, who was leaning on the throne with his forehead on his back, and said softly.

The old king opened his tired eyes and nodded:

"Well, it's time to take a break"

Suddenly, he stopped.

The palace of the night was silent, except for the sound of the two of them breathing.

The old king stared out of the inky window.

He finally said:

"Quincy, you go back and rest first, I still have something to do."

"Your Majesty!"

Quincy was in a hurry.

But before he could finish speaking, the old king shook his head slightly.

Although there are no words, the meaning is clear.

The legendary chief mage sighed:

"Well, if you need to, please call my name at any time, the protective circle I set up in the palace will sense it, and I will be the first to come."

Seeing that the old king nodded, Quincy didn't say much.

The control of the nine layers of protection of the royal palace was actually in the hands of the old king.

With the assistance of the magic circle, as long as the king has master-level strength, it is not necessarily much worse than the legend, so his own safety Quincy can rest assured.

He turned and waved his hand, summoning a pale blue portal, which he walked into and vanished.

"You guys should retreat, too, including the Shadow Army."

The old king looked at the guards at the door, waved his hand and said slowly.

"Yes!"

The Praetorian Guards, who were on the open side and hidden in the dark, broke out of invisibility one after another.

They assembled and stood in the center of the palace.

After saluting the king on the throne, he quickly withdrew from the palace and waited for a new order.

Looking at the empty hall of the royal palace, the old king sat back on his throne.

He looked at the familiar decorations around him, at the country he had dedicated his life to, and a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes.

Ten thousand stars appear in the darkness of the night, and a wisp of dust is seen in the light of the lamp.

The young dragon's seven-colored body slowly appeared under the main hall.

He did not use disguise, but appeared to Brian XVII in his true form.

Let the meeting of the king not be a covering, like a meeting of thieves.

The nine-colored pupils and the dark gray cloudy eyes silently looked at each other.

Looking at the body of the iridescent dragon, a smile appeared on the old king's old face.

"Sure enough, it's you."

Looking at the wrinkled face, Ron frowned.

It wasn't a false smile, but a joy from the heart.

"You know me?"

Ron asked, confused.

He was sure that the Rose King had never seen his true body, because he had been invisible in the past, whether he was secretly investigating or attacking at a Capach ball game.

It's impossible for this human with master-level strength to be aware of it!

To Ron's surprise, the old king shook his head, "I don't know you. ”

Then he added: "But I know your existence, I have been waiting for you for a long time." ”

This old guy, is he playing a pantomime?

Ron looked at him silently for a moment, no longer dwelling on the details.

"Take that old man and those personal guards away, you are very bold, aren't you afraid that I will kill you directly?"

A faint killing intent rose with the wind, and wisps of blood emanated from the young dragon's body.

At the same time, the entire hall has been completely surrounded by the anti-magic array set up by Ron, and no one can disturb what he is going to do next.

The old king smiled as he felt the overwhelming pressure.

"I'm afraid."

"But I trust you."

Hearing this, Ron frowned.

He had already prepared for today's trip to the palace, and had laid a lot of backhands before he even left for the Red Clay Heights.

What the old king would say and react to, Ron had a way to predict and target.

But he never imagined that it would eventually become such a situation.

This senile human sitting on the throne, every word was not what he expected.

"I don't understand."

Ron shook his head, then added:

"You're human, I'm a dragon, and I need this country to work for me, you should know what I mean."

Without any hesitation, the old king said cleanly:

"Well, from now on, you are already the king of the Kingdom of Roses."

As he spoke, he seemed to be worried that Ron didn't like the name Rose, and then said gently:

"If you don't like the name, you can change it to one you like, such as Dragon Country?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as you're willing to be king."

？？？

Ron was completely stunned.

He was so confused by the sudden offer that he didn't know how to respond.

The young dragon looked at Brian XVII on the throne like a fool, and wondered if this guy had Alzheimer's or something.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain his current madness.

"You"

Ron looked at the old king hesitantly, not knowing what to say.

It doesn't feel right!

Isn't this usurpation plan a little too smooth?

Contemporary kings surrender outright and offer the throne with both hands?

Ron hadn't thought about that in his mind.

It's magical.

It's simply the plot.

It turns out: logic is needed, reality does not.

The silence of the young dragon under the stands.

The old king also realized that he was a little too enthusiastic.

He calmed down, pointed to the golden scepter next to him, which was trembling slightly, and said with a smile:

"I don't believe in you, I believe in it."

Ron turned his head to look at the weapon he had pre-ordered, and called out its name with a frown:

"The Most High Scepter?"

The old king was slightly stunned, but quickly reacted.

A hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and he nodded and said with a smile:

"Yes, you've passed his test, and it's normal to know its true name."

"The real name? The Most High Scepter still has a false name? ”

Ron asked, surprised.

He was very strange because, according to Eugene, this king must be a foolish ruler.

However, the king's every move in front of him was completely unexpected by Ron.

This asymmetry of information immediately made Ron a hundred vigilant.

Ron had realized that the country might be hiding some important information that he didn't know about, and that required him to take the situation seriously.

The night is long, and the time is still long

He decides to speak deeply with the strange king in order to learn more about it in order to uncover the truth and ensure his own safety.

Until then, though

"Aren't you going to introduce the energy body behind it?"

Ron said lightly, his gaze fixed on the mysterious existence behind the old king.

The old king smiled, his eyes revealing a hint of anticipation and excitement.

"Come out, he's already found you." The old king said.

"It's time for you to meet Him, too."

He patted the Supreme Scepter lightly, and suddenly a shining golden glow appeared from behind the old king.

With a loud bang, the wall behind the throne was instantly broken, and a golden figure slowly walked out.

He looked like the little golden figure on the Oscars, his whole body was made of an unknown golden substance, and a faint golden light flowed through his body.

"You're not a master rank, this aura legend?"

"That's not right!"

"You are. Demigods? ”

Ron looked at His body and his eyes widened suddenly.

He was not surprised by the strength of this golden figure, but at his face.

Although the golden light was dazzling, it could not stop Ron's gaze in the slightest.

He clearly saw that under the golden light, it was the face of a young man in his twenties.

That's a face that bears an 80 percent resemblance to the old king!

No, that's Brian XVII as a teenager!

Ron thought that he might meet a demigod on this trip, but he never thought that this old king actually had the power of a demigod himself!

He actually split the other half of his soul and condensed it in a form that resembled the power of faith.

When the old king saw Ron's wary look, he took the initiative to explain:

"Please don't be alarmed, He is."

He hesitated, then said:

"He is the perfect me"

Ron narrowed his eyes and said softly as he looked at the little golden man with the strength of a demigod.

"I see, your other half of your soul is hiding here."

At the beginning of the Capach ball game, Ron discovered through Pandora's box that the old king only had half of his soul left.

At that time, he was still surprised that the lord of a country was actually a remnant soul?

Now the truth is finally revealed.

The old king had split his soul in two and lived in an alternative way.

Thinking of this, Ron frowned and glanced at the glowing Supreme Scepter.

"Is it because of this artifact?"

Ron quickly thought of a similar modus operandi.

"After dividing the soul with [Soul Dissociation], completely surrendering the divinity and divine power to the other half of the soul, and then forcibly casting a god-like body with the power of faith with the power of the Supreme Scepter, with the help of the Supreme Scepter, can you reach a state close to the true god?"

Although this operation is extremely dangerous, one mistake is the end of soul dissipation.

But the probability of its success is not zero!

And this could also explain why the old king fell from the Legend to the Master level, and his lifespan was drastically shortened.

Everything for him is in the other half of the soul!

Theoretically, after the dissociation of the soul, the human body, which has inherited the "inferior quality", should be in a state without any energy.

I'm afraid that he can re-reach the master level from scratch after his soul is dissociated, and it should all be thanks to various magical artifacts that increase his cultivation speed, right?

Looking at the old king's old face covered with markings on the throne.

Ron's pupils suddenly shrank, and another detail came to mind.

"Soul dissociation is just a division of the soul, but it doesn't increase strength, if my guess is correct, then it also means"

"This old guy was a demigod more than a hundred years ago!?"

Thinking of this possibility, Ron couldn't help but complain.

Demigod humans less than 100 years old? Isn't that outrageous?

Rein Hart wouldn't dare to hang up like that, would he?

However, while thinking, Ron also quickly applied various buff spells to himself to prevent the next possible battle.

He didn't believe that this demigod, half-human guy in front of him would surrender so easily.

The little golden man, who had not spoken since his appearance, glanced at the old king in front of him.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then turned to Ron under the steps and smiled.

Faced with the vigilant iridescent dragon, he suddenly asked a strange question:

"Excuse me, are you now in the realm of God?"

(End of chapter)