Chapter 420 Queen's dowry

The silence in the black prison lasted for a long time.

Sakuel is like a child who has lost his soul, leaning against the wall and silently.

Semir bowed for a long time and his body was stiff.

Tyres stood crumbling and smashed the gods.

Until Ricky, who was outside, sighed softly and attracted everyone's attention.

Sacuel slowly stood up from the ground.

"Thank you for your question, child," the former penalty knight slammed forward, and the JC dagger on the handle handed out the gap in the fence:

"And your razor."

"This is a good knife and should not be used to shave a sinner."

The fence cast a shadow in the fire and carved a black mark on Saciel's face.

The long-awaited tays took a deep breath, forced the spirit, barely smiled and nodded, took over the dagger.

Sackel's hand is rough, and the scorpion on it is not as hard as the skin.

Taylors took the dagger back in confusion, but when he turned his head, he saw Ricky looking at him blankly.

Krassu, the sword of the disaster, slowly extended his right palm to the prince, and his palms curled up.

Tyres first glimpsed, then looked at the dagger in his hand, and spit out a breath.

He was annoyed to take the step forward and put the JC scorpion in the hands of Ricky.

Ricky showed a faint smile, "You are really sensible."

The leader of the Sword of the Disaster bowed his head and turned it over. He saw a line of text on the black sheath of the dagger:

The king does not respect the blood.

Ricky was so upset that he looked at Sac El, and looked at the sullen Tyres, snoring.

Sakuel looked at their interactions, squinting and whispering:

"Thank you too... Thank you for being an illusion."

Tyres snorted with a smile and tried to dispel the inexplicable haze: "How do you know."

Sakuel smiled.

"of course."

"Or you are an illusion that is more powerful than the illusion of the past, and you don't know," the penalty knight shook his head and scraped his hair, as if he was awake. "But you know, every time you attack, it's like My head turned into a big pot, and twenty people alternately used it to stew beef..."

He frowned and looked awkward.

"They never shut up, but they don't ask me at all. They don't ask me what it feels. I don't ask who I have met. They don't ask you more questions like you," Sacker gnawed his teeth. , sometimes smiles, and finally turned into helpless relief, Zhang mouth smiled:

"Because they knew it."

He laughed at himself and laughed at himself:

"Like I know it myself."

Speaking, Sackel seemed to be amused by himself, suddenly tapping his thighs and laughing:

"Haha, I know for myself... hahahahahaha..."

In the laughter, his head-up pattern was hidden, and the sin of the forehead was pulled, and the sly "S" trembled back and forth.

Through this scene of the prison door, it is quite bitter to see Taylor.

Semir, who was next to him, couldn’t help it anymore, and he opened his mouth in pain.

"You know, Saciel," the former flag officer said: "I can still save you out - no matter what it is after that, you don't have to face the present..."

Sachel’s laughter stopped.

"No," he said quietly:

"Everyone has a price to pay."

Saciel looked around his cell.

"The price is now," he said, "I deserve it, just right."

Semir gently closed his eyes.

After a few seconds.

"Others," Sackel sighed. "Have you been there?"

This question made Semir again.

"they……"

Semir stopped talking.

The roar of Barney, the remains of thirty-seven brothers appeared in front of his eyes, causing his lips to tremble.

In the end, Semir squeezed a smile and said it was difficult: "I have seen it."

"Okay."

Sackel did not return immediately.

He stared at Semir, staring at him and then bowing his head and not looking at himself.

"This way."

Sakuel smiled faintly, as if he understood something.

"That's good."

He nodded slowly, turned and muttered:

"That's good."

Suddenly, Teres felt that the man's back became slim and thin.

It’s like being ten years old.

And Semir no longer dared to speak, but was isolated and his face was painful.

Ricky, who was watching everything, did not speak, but looked at the prisoners in prison with great interest.

Until Sackel sighed low.

"Let's say," the penalty knight unexpectedly spoke softly: "Your intentions."

He looked at Tyres:

"Look at this child's share."

Taylors smiled at him.

That second, Semir and Ricky were both surprised and looked at each other.

But they quickly reacted: the other side cooperated.

With a touch of joy and excitement, Semir nodded to Ricky and broke the mouth.

"We just want to come up with some things, Sackel."

Sackel did not speak, only slightly lifted his chin.

Semir cleared his throat and frowned, seemingly reminiscing about his problems.

But one step forward, the first to open is Ricky:

"First, Sackel, how much do you know about the Tower of the End?"

When this statement came out, Taylors frowned slightly.

He suddenly remembered what he saw and heard when he was held in the pub: the swords of the disasters raided the tower of the end, and the loss was heavy and returned to the blade camp, regrouping the people, and invading the bones of the army with the gap of the army.

From the Tower of the End to the Bone of the Bone, there must be one thing that drives the action of the sword of the disaster.

And that is...

"The Tower of the End?"

Sakuel has no energetic tone and wakes Taylor from his thoughts.

I saw him holding his arm against the wall, and his mouth curled up with a sneer: "Not much."

"A sinister and self-righteous shameless force."

what?

Taylors glimpsed.

Insidious and cunning?

opinionated?

Shameless?

He scratched his head and suddenly found out that this description was incompatible with the impression of the Tower of the End that he had developed in the past.

In the past years, whether it is the loyal and loyal attendant officer, Wyatt, the bold and unspeakable coward, Cohen, the deep-hearted conspiracy Raphael and the cold-blooded Miranda, even if it is the enemy of the past. Tuen Mun Kroai, even the old head of the "human face" (Korn) Kaslan, the people who came from the end of the tower all the time to use their own ideas and behaviors, instilled in Tyler the impression:

The Tower of the End is a noble and neutral inheritance place, teaching warfare techniques, imparting the power of the end, and striving to preserve the vitality and strength of mankind, and to match the same temperament with the courage in the end of the war, and will once unite as one. Spirit, continued from generation to generation.

However today...

Tyres frowned at Sackel, who looked disdainful, and listened to him continuing to describe his perception of the terminal tower:

"... Claiming to remain neutral, never to establish a country, but in essence it is divided into one side, no different from the local military."

"In the world, I swayed to the left and saw the wind and the rudder. I didn't have any shame. I also encouraged my own people to go out and do the dirty mercenary work in most countries. It is a "trial". ”

I saw that Sakuel said more and more, and seemed to have deep stereotypes about that place:

"For centuries, the group of hypocrites named after swords have been lying on the bones of the ancestors who have been cold for centuries, bathing their reputations and glory that are not theirs, and using the excuses of hypocrisy to attract generations of young people with fever. It is called inheriting skills and defending human beings. It is really to cultivate minions and support their own weight."

He gritted his teeth and said that he even snorted, and Semir, who had heard it, frowned.

Rickey is just a bright spot.

"During the day and night, **** people, then pass on to the people below, let them go out and fight for war conflicts in various countries, kill more people, flow more blood, fight more, make the world more chaotic. - Thanks to the disgusting villains of the end of the tower."

"After then, generations of war orphans are filled with the hatred and ambition left by the previous generation. They come to their door again and surrender their loyalty and loyalty to those hypocrites who are self-sufficient, in exchange for the murderous skills, and continue to be fatal. Reincarnation."

Saciel clenched his fists as if he were a sinister green forest hero:

"And the group of despicable and shameless people are still out of the way, and the face maintains the so-called noble exercise and valuable neutrality - because they only give the sword, the sword is only others, as if it is dirty and the next, it has nothing to do with them. ""

"Pooh."

The penalty knight is awkward:

"Fucking his mother's final tower."

Tyres looked at Sac El with an odd look, thinking that what Ricky had just asked was how much he knew about the Tower of the End...

This is also called "not much"?

However, Sakuel’s evaluation or complaint is not over yet.

"Have you seen a grief all day long, went to the mission, shouted peace-loving, defending humanity, but never stopped, and never sold the shameless scum of murderous arms around the world," Sackel swayed. Lips, fiercely open your teeth:

"That is them."

"End of the tower's dregs."

In a word, Sacuel ended his brief impression sharing with a "skull" exhaled in a nostril.

The atmosphere in the black prison was so stunned.

When Semir didn't know how to pick up, Taylors raised his eyebrows, but Ricky, laughing out loud.

"Well, I like this guy," Ricky laughed enough. He scratched his chin and looked at the penalty knight with interest:

"Are you sure you don't want to go out of jail? We will work very well together."

Sacuel also gave him a cold smile.

Semir coughed and whispered to Ricky:

"Because of the past, he has a deep bias against the terminal."

Ricky shook his head in disapproval:

"The topic."

Semir sighed and then took a piece of paper from his arms.

This action attracted the attention of Tells: he pretended that this is the true purpose of the sword of disaster.

Semir gently opened the paper and spread it across Sarkel's eyes across the fence, illuminating it with fire.

"Sackel, remember this?"

Sacuel narrowed his eyes and began to get closer to the approaching fire, but as he gradually adapted to the light, he walked slowly and stared at the paper in Semir's hand. .

At that moment, Taylor suddenly felt that the momentum of Sacker had changed.

His eyes are sharp and his expression is no longer arbitrary.

It seems that from a poor man who has experienced vicissitudes and exhaustion, he has changed back to the former imperial guard.

But he only looked at the things on the piece of paper and didn't say a word.

This made Tyres more curious: what did the paper on Semir's hand write?

But Semill stood near the cell, and Tels could only see the back of the blank paper, and Semir lifted the paper so high that Tyres couldn't touch it.

Just as the prince hesitated to peep in the face of two powerful kidnappers, Saciel, who was serious, suddenly reached out and took the piece of paper.

He smashed the hope of Tyres to see the truth.

Sacuel frowned and stared at the contents of the piece of paper.

Outside the cell, Semir and Ricky are waiting quietly, but Taylor can feel it, they are holding their breath and expecting the other's response.

After a long while, Sakuel finally looked up and looked solemn.

He shook his paper and slowly asked two uninvited guests:

"what is this?"

Apparently, Semir was encouraged by the unusual reaction of the other party. He tilted his lips: "I have drawn a sketch of the impression after I have seen it once."

"As you can see, the objects are colored and much brighter."

Sakuel's brows wrinkled more and more tightly.

He first glanced at the two men outside the prison and then snorted:

"With this piece of paper, how do I know what it is?"

Semir stared coldly at his former colleagues.

"For other people, other things, maybe the answer is no, but..."

Semir lifted the high torch and shrouded Sakuel's entire face into the fire, but Taylor only felt that the latter's expression was a little cloudy.

"Do you see the outline of it and see how special it is?"

"After more than a decade ago, I was still in the Fuxing Palace and I saw it when I was on duty at the door of the royal treasure house." Semir stared at the prisoner very seriously. "At that time, I looked at it far away, but I will never forget it." ""

Taylor’s heart jumped.

Renaissance palace... royal treasure house?

Sackel didn't answer, but his eyes shifted to the piece of paper, and the fingers on the edge gradually tightened.

It seems that because of the past, Semir’s tone is somewhat depressed:

"The secret treasure of the royal treasure house, the value of the city is of great significance. In addition to the royal family, the entire renaissance palace has only one position in the Guards and can directly contact them."

"That position guards the legacy of the Royal Guard, knows countless secrets, and only those who are trusted and expected can serve - in accordance with established practice, basically the next Guard captain, commander."

Sakuel still didn't speak, but everyone on the field understood the meaning of Semir.

I saw that Semir adjusted his emotions and pointed to the piece of paper:

"When you look after the royal treasure house and take charge of the secret treasure, it is one of his unique duties. I can guarantee that this thing is definitely on his care list."

Speaking of this, Semir stepped forward and almost relied on the fence.

"Tell me, Saciel, the predecessor of the Royal Guards, watching people," the former flag officer coldly said:

"What is the kind of painting on paper, what is the thing that was treasured in the royal treasure house many years ago?"

In that second, Tells only felt that the atmosphere in the field was cold, and the pressure around Sac El seems to have dropped another grade.

Ricky looked at Saciel's gaze and became sharper.

This made Tyres more curious about the piece of paper in the hands of Sackel.

The penalty knight sneered out.

"I spent so much energy, just to find me an antique identification?"

He raised his gaze and scanned Semir and Ricky.

Semir gnawed his teeth in an undetectable manner.

But he knows that people who are in front of you can't come hard.

So Semir just took a deep breath and said gently:

"Please, Sackel, this is very important to us."

Ricky didn't move.

Sacuel stared at the contents of the paper again.

He replied faintly: "Why ask this? Where did you find it?"

Semir spit out a sigh of relief and said:

"Sackel, I am the one who asked the question."

But Sackel just shook his head:

"The value of intelligence lies in the flow of one-to-one communication, so that the two sides can make the next valuable action in the feedback and gain."

"If you don't tell me more information, then the answer I give can't be more precise."

He lifted the paper to the height of his eyes and shook it between the two.

Semir is about to say something, but Ricky interjected.

"Not long ago, we found this in the inheritance house of the Tower of the End."

The three turned their heads and looked at Ricky and said calmly: "As their top secret in recent years."

Taylor's eyebrows are another move.

The tower of the end... the highest secret?

"The Tower of the End?"

Sakuel’s look changed after all.

He has a thoughtful look.

"I guess you are not invited to visit, right? The house of inheritance is their core area," Sakuel indulged for a while, then revealed a smile of gloating: "By the way, do beautiful."

But Ricky just shook his head.

"We didn't get it - the terminal tower always kept it very tight, even if we paid a terrible price, it could only be a rush."

Semir looked at him and nodded silently.

"And according to intelligence, the tower owner of the end of the tower, the old man of the Far East valued it very much," Ricky looked at Sakuel with a rare and serious look: "According to his own words, this may be the key to changing the world."

Sakuel 狠狠 frowned.

"Shao?"

He looked disgusted: "The stupid, old-fashioned gray robe sword guard?"

Taylors did not listen to Sakuel's disrespectful words on the Tower of the End, but he was drawn to the attention of Ricky's words.

In the tower of the end there is...

The key to changing the world?

what is that?

Tyres stared at the paper more curiously, imagining what was painted on it.

"Now you get the information you want, the penalty knight."

Ricky screamed at the paper: "We found it in the Tower of the End, and Semir was the only one who recognized it - it brought us here and brought it to you."

"Even if you look at the things we have come in to accompany you to relieve the boring... Sakuel, answer us, what is this?"

He focused his attention on Sakuel's calm, dark face, as if trying to see something from it.

Sakuel was silent for a long time and kept looking at the piece of paper.

But Ricky and Semir seem to be very patient.

Until the former Royal Guard's watchman faintly opened.

"Three hundred years ago."

Semir looks awkward: "What?"

I saw that under the map of the fire, Sacuel approached the fence, revealing a half-light half-faced face.

The mark on the forehead is incredibly clear, and the lower half of the face is completely dark.

But his pair of scorpions were stunned, and the guests in the cell were swept at the outside, as if the swords were shining, not like a mentally disordered person.

Just listen to Sackel and continue:

"In the 349-year-old period, Esola Ye Lan married into the royal family and became the queen of Midi IV."

A glimpse of Telston when listening carefully.

Midir IV.

That is not...

Ricky is still frowning, and Semir, who is familiar with the history of the stars, has a slight movement:

"Ye is falling, leaves are falling... Are you saying that the only elf queen in the history of the stars, Queen Essola?"

Sakuel nodded slowly and looked serious.

"And what you claim to be found in the Tower of the End, this piece of paper is one of the dowries that Queen Essola brought from the Kingdom of the Holy Tree to the Revival Palace."

His voice is calm and his tone is solemn.

At the moment when people outside the prison were facing each other, Sacuel raised his right hand and gently turned the paper on his hand to face Tyres.

At the moment when the fire illuminates the paper, the prince is slightly confused, and then the spirit is shocked!

I saw the outline of a short sword on the paper.

A strange weight ball.

The jewel in the middle of the sword.

A hand that bends backwards toward the blade.

Thales is in the same place.

That is--

"Even in a dazzling royal treasure house, it is a special one."

"Because this is the last remaining in the world since the era of obscurity, it is said that it can kill the ancient weapons of the dragon."

Tyres stared at the pattern on the paper, and the gentleman came slowly to the ear. The knight was not too slow, but the inexplicable voice: "The Holy Elves call it..."

"Dragon Broken."

Regarding the schizophrenia in the previous chapter, some readers interpret it as “personality splitting” or “multiple personality”. There is no sword to stand up and speak here: this is a very common misunderstanding. In fact, schizophrenia and public impression The “multiple personality” (the kind of movie “Deadly ID” or “The Island of Confinement” that you want to present to the audience) is two different things. Schizophrenia refers to the break between cognition and senses, in a nutshell: it is impossible to correctly recognize reality (the world in your eyes is different from the world that others see, think about it I think it is a terrible thing). Schizophrenia is divided into two symptoms: yin and yang. The common positive symptoms are auditory hallucinations, illusions (not the one in the Avengers), delusions, and so on. The multiple personalities that people often confuse, the correct name is DissociativeIdentityDisorder. In fact, compared with schizophrenia, the academic controversy of this disease is very large, and the case is rare, but because of its topicality. Often moved to a work of art, it has become one of the most familiar mental illnesses. Here is an action game called "The Blade of Hell: Saina's Sacrifice", which truly simulates the experiences of schizophrenic patients and helps people understand their feelings in an immersive way. - They are not crazy, just feeling a world different from us. Please don't throw them into an indifferent hell. This is not just for them, but for ourselves.

(End of this chapter)