Chapter 510 Anxiety

Fuxing Palace.

The memory of Tyres for this palace is very vague.

A long time ago, for the nephews who lived on the streets, the "king of the king", which is located a few blocks away from the end of the avenue, is like an unreachable legend, mysterious and majestic. Heavy.

They can only know the legendary palace that shares the title with the Revival King in the exaggerated and funny dramas of the Temple of the Night, which is how to experience the extraordinary (under the protection of the night), experience countless, and stand up shake.

Or from the drunkards who drunk, "I told you, I know a certain person, he has a friend who works in the Fuxing Palace, that place is like this..." I know a little bit like the uneven speech. In the tube, look at the leopard.

Or, when going out to beg, the students sneak out of the strange and neat streets, and see the huge silhouette of the palace in the rushing shape of the pedestrian, leaving the shock and indescribable envy of the cold breath.

This feeling lasted until six years ago.

Continue to the turning point of the fate of Tells.

The Duke of Xinghu slowly closed his eyes.

but……

But even if he became a prince and became the nominal heir of the palace, Teres discovered that he still did not understand the Fuxing Palace.

Six years ago, when he first entered the Fuxing Palace, he was stunned and stunned and was thrown into the palace wall.

Six years ago, he left the Fuxing Palace, but he left the palace in a carriage in the state of being in the north.

As for now...

On the sides of the guards, the defensive gaze, and the guards of the body guards were neatly crowded, the glare of the tales returned, and found that their group had already passed through the gates of the guards, and even crossed the palace wall. The wide flat land between the inner temple and the inner temple goes straight into the inner door of this mottled ancient temple.

It was only when they entered the narrow and deep darkness without stopping, and locked the vast sky and the boundless horizon outside the door of the thick and old temple, and Taylors was awakened:

Six years later, when he personally stepped in here...

In the absence of accidental assassination, without going abroad for quality...

He still can't see it...

The look of the Fuxing Palace.

Leaving the street and the carpet, the touch under the boots began to become hard and crisp.

Hey, hey, hey.

At the foot of Tyres, he made a sound, and echoed in the quiet air, and then passed back to his ear.

In the dim light, the young Duke of Star Lake took a deep breath, but the nose was cold and damp.

Stoney.

It is cold.

Rough.

Dim.

And... still.

This made the Duke, who was gradually accustomed to the dryness of the North and the burning of the desert, instinctively uncomfortable.

In the almost silent dark stone gallery, they walked through the interior of the Fuxing Palace, walking through one small hall and stepping through the stone steps.

Rare windows and lights are the only source that can guide them.

Tyres pressed the extra mind, in this long-standing but quiet and solemn palace, looked up in this classical low-key but tasteless stone corridor, looking at the back of Mallos.

Watching the human face with no expression, not squinting, calmly and decently marched forward.

Gilbert is one step behind Taylors, with a shallow foot and a steady pace.

And later, Glover and Doyle did not say a word, it seems to disappear into the air.

It seems that they have become accustomed to this quaint palace with a dull, airy atmosphere.

And Taylor can only follow silently.

The group is not alone. They pass through a lot of guards on duty, rushing servants, cautious officials, and aristocrats.

In the quiet air, these people did not speak, but they seemed to know it early, and they politely and politely stopped, retreating from the side, silently and accurately bowing to the teenagers in the crowd.

The new Duke of Xinghu subconsciously clears the scorpion and wants to respond, but he is gently pressed by the side of Gilbert and shook his head.

In the Fuxing Palace, the king prefers to be quiet.

Tersillo is a god.

After understanding what, in the face of these people, the Duke of Xinghu can only nod and smile.

In the Palace of the Dragons in Longyan City, no matter where the Prince of the Stars went, the court guards of the Northlanders (especially the former Whiteblade Guards) and the Exeter nobles always stared at him with hostility and vigilance. Even after six years of relative baptism, those eyes are just changed from "scratching their teeth" to "disregarding."

But in the palace of revival, it is different.

Tyres can feel that no matter the servants or the guards, the nobles or the officials, they all have extraordinary interest and curiosity about the newly arrived Duke, but when they are around, they look to the Duke’s eyes but they are respectful and careful, polite. control.

When the Duke looks back at them, the latter tends to bow or turn his eyes immediately, remove his gaze and cast it elsewhere.

At the touch of a button, just around the corner.

Quite a bit deliberate.

It's like... like a peep in the corner.

I am afraid to wake up what it is like.

Together with the sense of silence and suffocation that I have carefully created and maintained...

The Duke of Xinghu couldn’t help but take another breath and slowly spit out.

I don't know why, Tyres always feels that the discomfort that these cautious, polite and restrained eyes in the Renaissance Palace have brought him is no less concealing than the people in the North of the Palace of the Spirit, and the eyes that are hostile are lighter.

The irritability hit his heart.

There is even a moment when the teenager wants to get closer to the Royal Guards around him.

Keep him tighter.

Block those eyes.

It is best... to separate everything, and it is not airtight.

Just like... blocking between the Fuxing Palace and the city, the thick wall.

The quiet, almost dead journey is coming to an end.

When they went up a step and came to a large hall, there was a sudden appearance in front of a stone door in front of it.

The pace of Mallos stopped first.

Steps over with Talce, behind him, and then subconsciously recovered.

But he soon noticed that in addition to the still smiling Gilbert, the guards behind him, including Doyle and Glover, raised their heads and looked more solemn, like the shackles of the string. Special piano.

The figures in front of Shimen have similar costumes and equipments similar to those of Mallos and others, but they are only wearing light leather belts that are convenient for indoor action. They are serious and look majestic. They do not mean to greet the prince’s **** group. .

When Tells began to guess the identity of this group of people, one person came out of the strange figure, holding the long sword at the waist and approaching them.

This is a middle-aged man with both majesty and vicissitudes. He is fifty years old. His body is slightly cumbersome, but his back is sturdy and straight. He has to be gray and white, but he has a well-organized, wrinkled and wrinkled corner. The scorpion has a god.

His dress is obviously different from other people, his equipment is exquisite and meticulous, and his pace is extremely stable.

The gray-haired middle-aged man stopped and didn't look at the tales that had long been used to being the focus of the crowd.

He just looked straight at the leading Marlous and slowly opened his mouth:

"Who is here?"

The words are serious and the tone is cold.

Speaking of Tells, I once again confirmed that this is the revival palace where his father lived.

And he really is... going back to his own home?

But everyone else, including Gilbert, did not show any strangeness, but waited quietly and solemnly, holding his breath and not taking a breath.

It seems that it is a big event.

I saw that Mallos had stepped forward in a blank expression, with a tone of indifference:

"Tomond Marlous."

"The Royal Guards watched the people and, in the name of the King, escorted the Lord Duke of Star Lake."

The 50-year-old middle-aged guard looked at Mallos and nodded.

In the curiosity of Tyres, Mallos replied faintly, but instead looked at the middle-aged guards in front of him:

"Who are you asking?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a while. He still didn't look at Taylors, and his right hand was still on the sword at the waist.

I saw that the other side was stepping forward and the posture was serious.

"Fabio Adrian."

The middle-aged man named Adrian whispered:

"The Chief Guard of the Royal Guard, in the name of the King, greets the Lord Duke of Star Lake."

Tyres swears that he feels that Doyle is inhaling in a repressive manner.

Royal Guard.

Chief... Commander?

Thales recalled the "defense of the six wings", and Mallos was silent for a while, then nodded to Adrian who had to be gray but described as harsh.

In the next second, Adrian turned his head and looked for the first time to fall to the head of Mallors.

I don't know if it is affected by the atmosphere or the other's eyes are under pressure. The Duke of Xinghu subconsciously chests and accepts the other's eyes.

But just like everyone else, Adrian's gaze was just a touch, and the latter turned back to Mallos.

"The Knights of Mallorca."

"He has done his duty."

Adrian is faintly authentic:

“What is the mission of 汝?”

Do your duty...

The mission can be ended...

A glimpse of Tyres, what I remembered.

I saw that Marlios answered calmly but solemnly:

"Adrian Knight."

"I have done my duty."

The watchman narrowed his eyes:

"However, my sword is not broken."

Hearing the other's answer, Adrian nodded to him, his eyes were a little softer and no longer sharp:

"The mission is not over."

Mallos also slightly bowed, his mouth slightly raised:

"There is no end to my mission."

Tyres frowned and became more and more convinced of his memory.

Sure enough, the dialogue in front of you...

Filled with the sense of ritual that he is familiar with.

The air was still quiet and the atmosphere was serious. The Duke had to cast a doubtful eye on Gilbert, but the latter only showed him a little bit of ignorance.

Finally, Adrian smiled.

The middle-aged commander took off his gloves and reached out to Mallos:

"So, welcome back to the team, the Cavaliers."

Mallos also showed a long-lost, shallow but restrained smile. In addition to the gloves, he took Adrian's right hand forward:

"team leader."

Adrian nodded with a smile and shouted the name of Mallos:

"Tomond."

While Tyres guessed whether this was the tradition of the Royal Guard, Adrian loosened the hand of Mallos and coughed:

"Okay, the task is over, relax."

The next second, Tyres heard the royal guards behind him sigh, like Qi Qi sighed and relaxed.

It is like ending a leadership meeting that must be motionless and listened to the whole process.

"The tradition of the Royal Guard," Gilbert smiled at Tyres:

“In general, it will save a lot, but...”

The Foreign Minister signaled to the Duke:

"Obviously, they are extraordinarily serious today."

Tyres picked up his eyebrows and was undecided.

I saw Adrian look at Mallos gently, just like watching his son, he patted the watchman's arm:

"Via and Gaitan are waiting for you in the duty room, you know..."

Adrian smiled:

"Paperwork."

Mallos smiled and frowned.

The watchman was silent for a while, and he turned his head and looked in the direction of Tyres, his eyes were unknown.

The Duke of Star Lake is not clear, only a decent smile can be revealed.

Adrian looked at the Duke with Lord Malos.

The middle-aged man seemed to understand something. He smiled and gestured to Mallos:

"It's ok."

"give it to me."

Mallos looked back and looked at Adrian without looking down.

"Okay," after a few seconds, the watchman calmly said:

"I'm leaving."

Under the eyes of Adrian's encouragement and the doubts of Tells, Mallos turned without hesitation and left for another exit in the gallery.

The nearest Doyle and Glover are subconsciously going to keep up.

But at the moment they started.

"Not you."

Looking back, Mallos frowned and prevented Doyle and Glover from questioning:

"You stay."

Golov did not hesitate to nod and returned to behind Tels: "Yes, sir."

Doyle blinked, and this was pulled back into the queue by the flag officer Fubby.

Commander Adrian, who looked at the scene, smiled.

Mallos gestured to him, and looked at Taylors again, and then he left.

The completion of the handover and the departure of Mallos made the entire Guard relaxed a lot, but as Adrian approached, Teres felt that Doyle was tightened.

I saw Adrian coming forward and smiling at Gilbert:

"Count of Caso."

Gilbert also showed a smile and walked forward with him happily:

"Lord Adrian."

Lord Adrian smiled:

"It seems that I am right, and when you return, you are really refreshed."

"Tower Lord your blessing."

Gilbert turned back and gave up Tyres, clearing his throat, friendly and gentle.

"His Royal Highness, allow me to introduce you, the General Guard of the Royal Guard, the Chief Commander, and also the head of the Renaissance Palace and His Majesty, Lord Fabio Adrian, who was born in the 'Stars and Seven Servants' First, the Adrian family in Central Swan County..."

Adrian pays tribute to Teres.

Tyres was flattered and nodded to him, and he was upset.

really.

Fabio Adrian.

He is the top commander of the entire Royal Guards.

The Guard Captain, including all the 'six wings'.

And it is one of the seven servants of the comet.

"As for here..." The Foreign Minister turned back and proudly gestured to the stone door behind Adrian:

"Welcome to the Chamber of Deputies, the Duke."

Gilbert looked at this place emotionally:

"This is the place where His Majesty officially meets the envoys and foreign ministers."

Looking at the doubts on the face of the duke, Gilbert added:

"This is a state of affairs, you are the Duke of Xinghu, and you will be familiar in the future."

Taylor responded politely and looked at the stone door.

The Chamber of Deputies.

Meet the envoys and foreign ministers...

and many more.

Taylor suddenly caught it.

He looked at the stone door guarded by Adrian's guard and remembered what he had recognized.

"I remember that."

"The Chamber of Deputies."

"I have been here," Taylors said:

"Come once."

This said that Kirbert had a meal.

But Tells knows that the Chamber of the Renaissance Palace...

He did come.

Tyres looked at the stone door and imagined the scene after it opened.

That's right.

right here.

Six years ago, it was here that he saw the arrogant Exeter's envoys arrogantly intimidating and forcing King Kaiser to make difficult choices between the war and the cedar.

Six years ago, it was here that he saw the Duke of Aaronde vent his resentment and unwillingness, and told him that he would touch the two major countries and want to turn around the political conspiracy.

Six years ago, it was here...

Tyres thought with ecstasy.

It was here that he saw Kessel's majesty and unquestionable wave of scepter, and in the midst of a nervous and insulting voice, decided the second prince of the Star Kingdom, for the next six years...

fate.

"Oh? Oh, it’s my memory." Gilbert seemed to think of something. He looked at it and took a bit of awkwardness.

"His Royal Highness, Count."

On the other hand, Adrian coughed and interrupted the dialogue between Gilbert and the Duke in a timely and timely manner.

“Introducing the cold and staying in the future.”

"Your Majesty is in the Chamber."

Adrian smiled still, pointing to the stone door behind him:

"Don't you keep him waiting?"

His Majesty.

At that moment, Taylor felt that the blood in his body had solidified.

"His Majesty? Did he finish today's pre-conservation meeting?" Gilbert was excited.

"Do not."

Adrian responded politely:

"In fact, His Majesty ended the meeting early."

"He was asking the crow from the Western Wilderness yesterday."

His Majesty.

Tyres breathed awkwardly.

He suddenly understood that from the time he stepped into the Fuxing Palace, he could even say that when he stepped into Yongxing City, the discomfort that had been afflicting him all the time, the strange feeling of lingering came from.

It is not the environment and decoration of the Fuxing Palace.

Not the noisy and old things of Yongxing City.

But...

Tyres’s fists tightened spontaneously.

"Of course," Gilbert looked at Taylors without excitement:

"I want to kneel and look forward to this moment."

Adrian didn't answer, but made a "please" gesture to Tyres and Gilbert and walked to the Stone Gate of the Chamber.

His Majesty.

Tyres felt his footsteps moving forward, following Adrian.

Gilbert's pace is behind, and he does not leave.

One after the other.

let him……

Nowhere to run.

In front of the stone gate, I don’t know which wing the Royal Guards belonged to, and respectfully and deliberately pushed Shimen.

The endless depth of the inside is revealed.

Only the lights are shining, reflecting the road ahead.

Adrian turned to the side and gestured to the Duke of Star Lake.

No longer in tandem.

Buter found that he would rather walk in front of him.

but……

Then, Taylors saw that his steps were lifted up, dropped, raised again, and then fell.

Until I passed over Adrian's side, until I passed the thick stone door until I stepped into the endless depth.

"Not you!"

Adrian’s voice suddenly tightened, becoming severe and cold, and his relatives to the prince and the count.

Let Taylors stop subconsciously.

But he soon realized that Adrian was not talking to him.

"You stay."

The voice of the captain is very low.

It hides the unquestionable meaning.

"Yes...Yes, Ai, ... long, sir." A few seconds later, Doyle’s nervous and trembling voice came back.

In the low friction sound, the thick stone door separating the gallery and the chamber is slowly closed.

Keep Doyle's mutter outside.

Behind him, Adrian and Gilbert's footsteps approached slowly.

As if urging something.

An air rises from the chest of Tells and is pressed from his nose and mouth.

He found himself starting to move forward again.

As it was six years ago, the Chamber was narrow and deep, looking from the entrance on one side, and the end of the other end was shrunk to a small point.

Unclear.

Once, there were densely-knit ministers on both sides of the Chamber of Deputies, listening to the negotiations between the stars and the dragon.

Unlike six years ago, there were fewer lights in the Chamber, and the light-transparent windows were closed.

More dim.

Now, the platforms on both sides are empty, and the needles are audible.

But as the pace progressed, Tells quickly saw it.

At the other end of the line of sight, the lonely peak rises above the ground and falls on several steps...

throne.

Taylor's breathing slowly tightened.

A strong but lonely figure is presented in the throne above the steps.

The figure hanged his head deeply, hooked his back and squatted in the throne.

His right elbow stood on the arm, and his right hand clung to the scepter and stood in front of his knee.

His forehead pressed against the back of his hand, immersed in the shadows, and did not see his face.

Taylor's footsteps stopped.

He stared blankly at the figure that he had not seen for six years.

The mood is difficult to distinguish.

The prince's pause made Gilbert have to stop at the same time, but the foreign minister quickly reacted. He raised his voice and enthusiastically spoke to the figure above the throne:

"Your Majesty, I am honored to bring you the new Duke of Star Lake, your..."

Boom!

The bottom of the scepter gently rubbed the ground once, and the dull sound echoed in the chamber.

Also let Gilbert's words be one of them.

Soon, a heavy, thick, majestic, screaming sound like a thunderous scream from the throne was echoed throughout the hall:

"Gilbert..."

The voice on the throne paused:

"thank you."

Compared to six years ago, this voice was hoarse, long and bleak.

There seems to be still unspeakable exhaustion.

Tyres listened to the other person's words, his eyes fixed on the figure.

Gilbert frowned and took a deep breath:

"The prince's temple is the next way, Lauton, his way from Longyan to the desert..."

But he was once again on the throne, and the sound echoing in the hall was interrupted:

"my friend."

"I said," the voice on the throne was very calm at first, but gradually became firm and short: "Thank you."

"I will find you later."

Gilbert stunned.

However, Captain Adrian Wei understood the meaning of the king.

Adrian reached out to the door behind him and politely told Gilbert:

"Count of Caso?"

Gilbert looked at the shadow on the throne and glanced at Taylors with a heart.

But after all, he didn't say anything, but after giving the Duke of Xinghu an encouraging look, he bowed and turned around.

Tyres nodded reluctantly, but suddenly found that the back of the foreign minister was so old.

"You too."

The voice on the throne rang again:

"Jordel."

Taylors is a spirit.

Gilbert’s footsteps also paused, and he resumed his rhythm and slowly moved away.

Nothing happened around.

Lord Adrian did not hear this, accompanied Gilbert to leave.

But Tells knows that there is something different in the air around.

This made him particularly scared.

The footsteps are getting farther and farther and getting smaller and smaller, and eventually disappeared at the end of the hall with the sound of Shimen opening and closing.

Only the shadows of Tyres and the throne are left, in a dead hall, silently opposite.

"Go forward."

The teenager shuddered.

Tyres also counts as a battle, from the **** battlefield to the insidious calculations, asking himself to be knowledgeable.

I don't know why, when he heard this sentence, he still couldn't help but pinch his fist.

Taylors looked up and stared at the figure on the throne, slowly moving forward and moving forward to see the distance of the throne.

But in front of his eyes, the figure on the throne is still blurred, flickering back and forth in the eternal lights behind him.

"Closer."

The shadow on the throne has slightly increased the volume.

The boy was silent for a while and stepped again.

This time, he walked close enough to see the boots underneath the throne, the boots at the bottom of the scepter.

"Closer."

The voice on the throne seemed to be a little intolerant. He dragged the tone, and the flame that shook the lamp shook slightly.

Taylors took a deep breath.

So, the next moment, the prince resolutely lifted his footsteps and continued to move forward.

Until he saw that the shadow on the throne was the same, slowly moving.

Tyres froze.

Under the dim light, the old man seems to be more than sixty-nine-year-old star of the thirty-ninth generation of stars, the king of iron fists, Kessele Comet V raised his eyes from the scepter, facing the prince.

Tyres had to look up at him and his breathing began to accelerate involuntarily.

Unable to control.

Suffering from the eyes that I have seen many times in my dreams, but always awakened him, a name blurted out from the mouth of Tells:

"His Majesty."

As soon as the words were exported, Taylors subconsciously added:

"Father, father?"

The man on the throne supported his chin and frowned slightly.

He is thin.

This is the first feeling of Tyres.

Although the figure under the other's leather robe is still strong, although the scepter in the other hand is still stable, although the pair of scorpions still exudes a faint glare.

But he can see:

King Kaiser’s face was a lot thinner, his eyes narrowed and his cheekbones shook.

And more wrinkles have climbed the king's face.

The knuckles of the other hand holding the scepter are more prominent, and it looks quite sharp.

Compared with six years ago, the only thing that has remained unchanged or even surpassed is probably the silence, dullness, and suffocation that the other party exudes, but it is as embarrassing as the eve of the storm.

Silence seemed to last for a short time, but Tyres just quietly looked at the king and felt that he could not look away.

Finally, the king’s expression moved:

"anxiety."

The sound is as old as it is, steady and heavy.

This is especially evident in the open and narrow halls.

Tyres returned and cleared his throat:

"Sorry?"

Six years later, King Kaiser snorted.

"What do you feel now."

The king slowly said:

"anxiety."

anxiety?

Tyres’s eyebrows are unclear, so:

"I……"

But the king has said it himself, regardless of the doubts of the juvenile:

"Anxious, very strange."

"It's neither panic nor horror - these feelings tend to emerge when you're caught off guard, leaving you feeling helpless, but you can't do anything about it."

The teenager’s breathing was stagnant.

The voice of King Kaiser reverberated in the hall, feeling like it was oppressed from all sides, no gap:

"For example, you have to face a big test, accept a judgment, do something big..."

"For example, you have to be the heir to an ancient kingdom, carrying a much heavier and more burdensome burden than ever before."

The king screamed like a whole hall, shaking:

"But you know, you are not qualified enough, you know that you can't bear it, you know that you are doomed to failure."

"At that moment, you are extremely afraid, don't want to face, just want to escape, desperate."

"This feeling is panic, it is horror."

Facing the eyes that seemed to see through, Thales maintained a decent expression and posture.

He felt that the movements of his head were getting tired.

It can be as if there is any power to support him, not to look away, or to bow down.

King Kaiser slowly exhaled:

"But once there is a moment..."

"Before the final moment, there was an opportunity, a solution, a turning point."

"Let you feel that there is still a glimmer of hope in the situation. I feel that the consequences may come later, and I feel that the trial can be implemented slowly."

"And you can delay for a while, without facing the most feared ending."

King Kaiser’s jaw lifted from the back of his right hand, revealing the faint blue light of the Star of Staff.

"For example, you can face the test a few days later, and go back to the test results a few weeks later. After a few years, you will accept your inevitable... identity."

Tyres stared at the calm face of the king and listened to his profound words:

"At that moment, it was simply redemption."

"It is fortunate that it is numb, it is a ecstasy after the disaster, and it is stressful."

“Let you think that the ending is far away and I feel ‘I still have a rescue’.”

When I heard this, the boy could not help but tremble.

"But when all this is over, when the probation period given to you by God is over," the king smirked, his eyes deep, but still expressionless:

"These illusions that make you think you are relieved."

"They will... all disappear."

Tyres listened slyly and his hands were cold.

Above the throne, the Supreme King slowly straightens up, in the dim light, as if the clouds are over the head:

"And those who have escaped the catastrophe will be re-introduced, plus the regrets and uneasiness of ‘I knew so so, blame and panic.”

"In the end, it turned out to be well-informed, but it was irresistible..."

"anxiety."

When Tyles and the king looked at each other, they only felt that there was an inexplicable void in their hearts.

Nothing to fill up.

And Kessel was cold and cold with the scepter in his hand, staring at the strange blue light from the top:

"It is this annoying anxiety that will make you understand that the escape, luck, delay, and illusion of the past six years are meaningless in the pain of scratching your head and fidgeting."

Six years.

Tyres breathed, listening to the king:

"It's like a **** but useless whip, forcing you to face it, facing those that you know early, will eventually come, but in the end can't do anything..."

"fate."

The situation is not good, Philip writes, go down the plot first, and then come back later to modify.

(End of this chapter)