Chapter 569 Predecessors

In the hall of the manor house of Mystic Manor, Taylors stopped in front of a portrait opposite the porch.

"This is Leinster Kevin Deere."

Raphael's voice came from behind.

The man in the painting looks elegant and well-dressed. He sits on a red leather chair and plays with a slightly daggered dagger in his hand-the exposed dagger blade transmits cold light, and the dagger sheath with the blade tip is inlaid with gemstones.

"One of the six knights under King Fuxing-the deadly iris."

Hearing this surname and nickname, if Taylors realized, he looked at the tapestry below the frame:

[Leinster P.T. Kevin Deere, former 27-20]

"Seven hundred years ago, he funded and ran for Prince Tommond, who was not yet king. He recruited and trained the first batch of professional spies and spies. He contributed to the end of the war and established the country, which was the first intelligence of the kingdom. Explorer. "

Raphael stared at the portrait, as if staring at the real person:

"Recognized as the founder of the Kingdom Secrets."

The deadly iris in the painter's pen is only thirty or forty years old, with a concentrated expression but slightly frowned, revealing a dark and misty temperament.

Let the viewer feel pity.

Leinster Kevin Deere.

Founder of Secret Science.

The prince thought deeply:

"He is also the ancestor of the Kevin Deere family, the first Duke of the South Bank leader?"

"Exactly."

Tells nodded and said nothing, keeping up with Raphael.

Step inside, step on the star-blue carpet common to the kingdom, and the hall of the mansion presented in front of Tyers is wide and bright, which is completely different from the old and outdated outside the manor.

Tells looked around:

"It seems bigger than it looks outside."

The sunlight shined through the window, and the silver double-crossed stars on the wall carpet and the flag gleamed, unpredictably deep and dark.

"That's thanks to the original owner of this manor. The architectural layout is ingenious and contains the universe."

Raphael looked straight and kept walking.

"Unfortunately, the hacienda poured blood mold during the **** year and was almost burned to ruins."

"Otherwise it will not become our headquarters."

Several people dressed in casual clothes were busy sitting in the hall, some dealing with documents, and some talking in a low voice, turning a blind eye to them.

It is almost indistinguishable from an ordinary municipal department.

almost.

Raphael took the teenager and turned into a side hall.

Regardless of the shape of the corners, corridor columns, stair rails and even the ceiling, Tells can see the luxury and glory of the past and the precipitation of history, but Raphael's pace is fast, and he is obviously used to this rhythm. The meaning of appreciation can only be seen on the horse.

Until he saw another classical bust portrait in a corridor.

[Halva C.M. Karabyan, former 14-65]

The man in the painting is almost middle-aged, but there is no twilight between the eyebrows. He even has a light smile at the corner of his mouth with his lips and whiskers, looking plain and sincere.

Contrast with Leinster in the chest city.

"That's Harvard."

Noting that Thales's footsteps were slowing down, Raphael only glanced and revealed the identity of the person in the painting:

"Leinster's deputy and successor."

Tells moved.

Raphael nodded slowly:

"Thanks to his talents and perseverance, the intelligence network originally managed by Leinster was not a short-lived accident after the death of 'Fatal Iris', but was officially named 'Kingdom of the Kingdom', Recruitment, custom-made, and it has been handed down to this day. "

The eyes of Tells moved to the wall carpet under the frame, with a sentence embroidered on it with gold thread. The font is simple, half-text and half-white, between modern imperial language and contemporary common language:

[King's eyes and ears, the country night whistle, knowing and keeping secrets, our responsibility. 】

Raphael continued:

"Of course, Halva eventually rose from the position of intelligence director, adding officials to the prince, and becoming the prime minister of the kingdom above 10,000 people under one person, known as the" Wisdom "in history."

"Wisdom," Taylors repeated the nickname while recalling Gilbert's history lesson:

"'Wisdom' Karabyan?"

He has a weird face.

"I know what you are thinking."

Raphael remembered something and sighed:

"Whenever this nickname is put with this last name ..."

"The contrast is so great that it always feels unreal?"

Tyers snorted, and immediately resisted the desire to twitch his lips, straightened his face, and moved on.

They walked smoothly and quietly along the way, crossing countless corridors and endless halls. Occasionally someone passed by a scroll and emerged from this door, disappeared at the other door, the pace was urgent, and the state was busy. When they met, they just nodded.

"It seems that not many people are on duty?" The prince curious.

"Whether it was for a certain prince's accident in Xihuang, or for a certain prince's accident at a banquet, many people have stayed away from shifts for a few days and nights," Raphael did not care about Taylor's face:

"Poor pity them."

Taylors shrugged awkwardly.

"But what are we doing here? Since Kevin Deere can't be punished, and you have nothing to do with the case."

Raphael glanced at him and was about to answer, but a door behind him suddenly opened, and a man stopped them:

"Raphael, farts are ready for the white gloves, are you going to take a look?"

When the man said this, he kept gazing at Tyers, but hesitant to salute.

Raphael thought deeply, but Tyers frowned.

"He said, farts?"

Tells approached Raphael suspiciously and whispered:

"Fart?"

Raphael turned his head around, indifferently spreading his hands, as if he didn't see the prince's face:

"It was a special group under my staff that told you the full name."

"Do I need to repeat?"

Tells forced himself to squeeze out a smile.

Raphael raised his eyebrows in a sympathetic way, and turned back towards the man: "Very good, Dani, let's check the procedure, it won't be long."

"By the way, put your eyes in a normal place."

The man at the door immediately withdrew his eyes that peeked at Tyers.

Taylors was about to follow up, but was stretched out by the boneless man to block the door:

"No, I will come out soon. You are waiting for me here, don't move around."

Raphael left him with a pleasant smile and closed the door.

Tells, who remained in the corridor, rolled his eyes.

Huh, wipe the ass.

The corridor was still quiet, and Tells was bored. He simply walked a few more steps and looked at the portraits hanging on both sides of the corridor: mostly men from middle age to middle age, or quiet and serious, or aggressive.

In contrast, one of the special paintings first caught his eye:

That is a full-length portrait of a woman.

She was lying on the dark sofa with a stretched posture, her skin was white and beautiful, her facial features were deep and intimidating, her clothes were full of exotic style, she didn't even show her slender thighs, she showed a **** and provocative posture. Even the curled toes looked green and exquisite, lovable.

But unlike the posture that makes a man bloody, the expression on the lady's face is cold and mysterious, and she doesn't care about everything around her.

In contrast, Tyers looked at her, and sometimes seemed to see a variety of styles, and he felt noble and inviolable.

Tells moved his eyes below the frame:

[Alf Selduca Mimo Hamble, 39-77]

"This is Alf."

A slightly thicker voice came from behind, with the familiar Western tone of Tyers:

"People call her" Oriental Shadow ", which is one of her few unburnt portraits."

Tells turned around and was surprised when he saw the coming.

"Wait, I know you, you are ..."

Behind him was a well-groomed, slightly darker-skinned man who saluted Taylors with respect, just like when he was at the Sabre Camp:

"Noble."

"It's an honor to see you again, and I'm so glad that you are now at ease, His Royal Highness-or should I say, Duke Xinghu?"

Thales looked at him with surprise, and finally confirmed the identity of the other party:

The secret cadre who dared to face the legendary wings in front of a thousand troops and horses in the camp of Sabertooth.

Nob.

just……

"Why are you here?"

Thales's eyes moved subconsciously to Nob's right leg.

Nothing was abnormal on the surface, but the prince noticed that Nob held a cane in his right hand, supporting half of his body.

Norbu smiled faintly, with humility as before:

"I came back to report my job, for ... Xihuang's business."

Tells knew it.

"Yes," Tells hesitated for a moment, and finally he couldn't help but ask:

"You, how are your legs?"

Nob was stagnant.

He turned back slowly, looked at his right leg, and then looked at his crutches, showing a lonely face.

"Thank you for your concern."

"Secretary has good medicine, but ..."

Nob squeezed a self-deprecating smile and nodded the crutches in his right hand:

"I have to learn to get used to it."

Tells was silent for a while.

He remembered that in order to help himself cover up the news, Roman was arbitrarily guilty when he interrupted Nob's right leg in the desert.

"I'm very sorry."

Nob shook his head and put away his low emotions:

"It's not your fault."

"Again, if it weren't for this leg," he laughed:

"It's estimated that they won't let me come back so easily. It's unclear if they are blessed by misfortune."

Looking at his self-deprecating and open-mindedness, Tells didn't know what to say.

Nob apparently noticed the embarrassment of the atmosphere, and he quickly turned back to look at the woman in the painting, driving the momentary decline with the topic:

"In short, Alf is from the Humble dynasty of Eastland and is said to be the remnant of the exile of the" big Kadile "Ama Mimo Humble."

Alf.

Tells raised his doubts:

"So Ah, Alf? She is a foreigner, and a woman ... also a secretive?"

Strangely, Nob shook his head first, then nodded again.

"After the" Black Eye "John I failed to expedite the Northern Expedition and ousted the" Wisdom "Harvard, the Kingdom's Secret Science was not trusted and once had an uncertain future and was crumbling.

Nob looked at the heterogeneous women in the painting, his eyes were deep:

"Until Heimei decided to give this tasteless little toy to his beloved pillow lover-like a rewarding job, or simply, a gift-as a reason to persuade the ministers to keep her around. "

King's lover?

Thiels turned back subconsciously, wanting to take a closer look at the lady Alf.

In the painting, she is still indifferent, free-formed, and does not care about the eyes of outsiders.

"With contempt and hostility from inside to outside, Alf withstood the pressure to fight for the budget, reorganized and preserved this dying department with low morale."

Nob seemed to sigh:

"Yes, during those years, Dongyanyanying controlled the flow of information and spread the news network. It was an unknown but real head of secret science, and the chief of information."

He silently exquisite:

"And she did the job well."

"Even good."

"So after Black Eye died, she was sent to the guillotine for the murder of the first king, and thousands of people spurned her.

Tells was shocked:

"what?"

Murder the first king?

Nob smiled and shook his head:

"It's not her—Black Eye John can force Exeter's top ten families to give up their former unity, and even have to ask the dragon to save the country from extinction. How can it be that Mi Xiao believes in Xiao Yi.

Norbu leaned on his cane and stepped forward, pointing to the sentence embroidered with gold thread under Alf's name:

[The plan is a bitch, do n’t believe it-even if you give enough money. 】

"But behind Black Eye, his three sons inherited his ambitions, but none of them had father's talent."

"I know this part, the end of the first century of the end of the calendar," Taylors took his words:

"Samsung is separated, the brothers fight against the wall, the cracked soil competes for the king, and the battle is fierce."

Nob nodded and looked far:

"So, when you don't have the corresponding merit and reputation, but want to overwhelm the other two, orthodoxly wear the crown of nine stars left by your father ..."

He looked at Alf and said quietly:

"The quickest way is to avenge the first king, and to avenge ..."

The prince reacted, he stared blankly, and took the conversation:

"You must have a murderer first."

Tells looked at the charming lady on the wall.

"I have seen this plot."

"At the same time loved by the first king and feared by everyone, but the gorgeous and splendid foreign spies and lewd sluts," the teenager understood, his voice was low:

"There is no better scapegoat for murdering the first king."

Nob nodded.

The prince stared at Alf's shadow, imagining that the once interracial beauty's unkempt hood was not covered, covered with shackles and shackles, under the cold eyes of the conspirator, cursed against the fingers of thousands of people, limping , Walked alone on the guillotine scene.

At that moment, her head was probably high.

Seemingly guessing Tyers' mind, Nob took a deep breath and smiled.

"Don't worry, when" The King of Peace "Kaiser I was crowned and the Samsung separation was over, and the kingdom was reunited," Oriental Shadow "was vindicated."

Tells was relieved.

He looked at Alf's most beautiful look, feeling a little lighter in his heart.

"So I can still see her portrait here."

But Nob shook his head to deny it.

"Redraw."

Tells looked back in surprise.

"When the painting was completed, Oriental Pornographic had already passed away," Nob sighed:

"Painting artisans can only rely on a few memories to restore her past style of walking the top of power as a female and ruling the underground world."

"But you can see how no matter how exhausted they are, it's extravagant ..."

Looking at Alf's drawn sultry curve, Nob shook his head in disappointment.

Both Tyles and Nob were silent for a while.

After a while, Nob reacted:

"Are you waiting for someone?"

"Yeah." Tells said without hesitation.

Farts.

The prince looked at the room where Raphael entered and shrugged:

"He ... looks like he won't be able to get out in a while."

"Now that's the case," Nob reached out friendly towards the next picture in the corridor:

"Do you mind?"

Tells nodded and followed him forward.

This is much more interesting than the Bona Bachelor ’s grammar class and Raphael ’s satire

Nob raised his hand and reached out to the other side:

"Gambor Tebak, known as 'Dark Moon'."

Tells turned his head.

【Gambor · W · B · Tebuck, 137-215】

"Terbuck? The ruling family led by the blade, the blood moon in Blade City?"

Tells remembered the Duchess of Leanna who had not been seen for many years.

In the middle of the middle age, Mr. Gan Bo, the man in the painting, has a blessed figure and a noble look. Poor, he put the weight of the whole body on the cane in front of him, which made the old man straighten his chest and abdomen, and his smile was a bit stiff and funny , Coupled with his lost hairline ...

Putting it in another world is probably "not photogenic."

"He was the intelligence director who served three generations of kings from the end of the second century to the beginning of the third century."

Nob nodded:

"From the" Broken Vessel "Sumei I to the" Ascendant King "Elan I, and even the" cutting "Tomond III, the three kings rely on him as their arm, and trust is added."

Ascend the King.

Hearing the familiar name, Taylors couldn't help but compare it with Gilbert's history lesson, thinking of what was slightly cold behind.

Norbu language with nostalgia:

"Don't look at his appearance, but people born in our time, I am afraid that it is difficult to imagine how much Mr. Gan Bo's contribution to the kingdom, how much meaning, and how much influence."

"why?"

Nob exhaled:

"Because in the history books, everyone only sees the king and the prime minister, the general and the duke, lamenting their foresight and great achievements, but they don't know about the dirty and dirty in the night, or ignore it."

"Because we are also very difficult to imagine, in the pre-Gambor Tucker's era, the terrible voice and influence of the sunset church in the kingdom was as large as the territory of the territory, the inheritance of the rule, and the marriage and funeral. Marry, Chai Mi You Yan. "

"One order can be changed, one word can be decided."

Thales thought deeply, and Nob shook his head:

"At that time, the king's scepter was lighter than the bishop's robe. The loyalty of the people came from the piety of prayer, and the eyes of the gods were the destiny of the world."

At the next moment, Nob looked up and looked back seriously:

"But from the time when Gan Bo took charge of the King of Assistant Science, to his glorious sue to the end of his life, the half-century of swords and swords passed ..."

"The believers at sunset split into two major factions, the church and the temple.

"They can no longer get involved in the royal family's inheritance genealogy, nor can they interfere with the great political policies of the kingdom, let alone dominate the daily lives of the people."

Tails frowned, and the Megan sacrifice in the theology class about "the battle between the young and the young" appeared before him-well, there was the nervous little nun.

"In the end, the gods became high again, emptied, and their believers had to pray to the crooked head of the nine-star crown and gradually withdraw from the power center of the stars."

Nob looked at the plain looking Gamber, his eyes shining:

"During this period, Mr. Gan Bo has a deep reputation, but he has made great contributions."

really.

Thales stood before the portrait of Gamber: no one can look.

But he said it too early.

Because the next painting that Nob pointed to him was a hump-backed old man with a vicissitudes.

[William, 226-306]

[It is not to be underestimated, but to be fearful. 】

"'Humpback' William." Nob introduced.

William Ping's paintings are often mediocre and quite satisfactory. Not only is there nothing outstanding, but even the hunchback looks deformed and ugly.

"The first information manager from a civilian—as you can see, he has no surname—since the middle of the third century, he has been in secret science for 50 years, conscientiously, diligently."

Nob's crutches lightly touched, he looked at William's hunchback, and seemed to feel the same way:

"When people talk about the regent legend of the Iron Empress Dowager who has gone through seven dynasties without falling down, she will always ignore this low-key servant of the same period as her."

Nob said with self-confidence that for a moment he even ignored the existence of Tyers.

"But it is also William, the intelligence director who lacks noble merits and noble reputation. Together with the Iron Queen, he managed to support the weakest, darkest and most dangerous half of the history of the Star Kingdom Centuries. "

Tells lowered his head, remembering the origin of the Ballard room.

"Am I bored you?"

"Of course not," Tells regained his demeanor:

"please continue."

Nob's eyes lit up.

"Ah, I thought, you must be more interested in this occultist."

He led Tyles a few steps forward, over several secretory managers, and stopped beside the most outstanding portrait.

Tells was stunned: unlike other portraits, this picture was framed in a silver frame, which was very different.

It was the young woman in the painting who grabbed his eyeballs even more.

She was riding on the horse, the armor was ready to bring the sword down, and she looked confident and calm, as if she would rush out of the frame at the next moment and thrust the sword in her hand into the viewer's heart.

This is the second woman in the painting that Taylors saw in the secret department outside Alf.

More importantly-Teres narrowed his eyes and looked at the engraved pattern on the lady's armor, and was surprised:

correct.

That is……

Nine stars.

There is another chapter, which is already finished. Too tired to sleep first, and I will post it after tomorrow's revision.

(End of this chapter)