The carriage drove out from the door of the noble building, and the wheels rolled over the stone pavement, making a rhythmic rumble sound.
The night breeze squeezed in through the cracks in the car windows, bringing with it the dry and slightly cool breath unique to early autumn.
The magic street lights on both sides of the street flickered slightly when the carriage passed by, as if to confirm the identity of the vehicle.
Robieko leaned on the backrest of the carriage with his eyes closed. His fingers tapped lightly on his knees, not because he was nervous, but because he was counting the time.
The carriage drove out of this aristocratic area, passed through several quiet and deserted streets, turned into a narrower alley with taller buildings on both sides, and then stopped in front of an inconspicuous gray building.
When the wheel stopped turning, it made a short squeaking sound of rubber rubbing against stone.
"Sir, we're here." The coachman's voice came from outside.
Robieko opened his eyes and did not stand up immediately. Instead, he turned his head and looked towards the opposite side of the car.
There is a person sitting there.
He was wearing a black robe with the hood pulled down low, covering most of his face. He had been sitting there when the carriage set off, appearing silently from an unnoticed corner.
Robieko was not even sure when he got on the bus, but at a certain moment after the door closed and the carriage started to move, he caught the deep black with his peripheral vision.
"You better not lie to me."
Robieko looked at the man in black robe in front of him and said.
The voice of the man in black robes came out from under the hood. It was calm and steady, with a magnetic quality that made people unconsciously want to believe it.
His chin revealed only a pale outline in the darkness, and his lips were slightly raised, as if he was smiling or chewing on some secret that only he knew.
"We can save this country, or in other words, this world. The key lies in the opinion of His Majesty Caesar."
Robieko was silent for a moment. He stared at the face that was mostly covered by the hood, at the pale chin arc that was faintly visible under the hat, and at the pair of extremely light-colored eyes that glowed slightly in the dark.
Then he pushed open the car door and walked out. His boots made a crisp, solid sound when he stepped on the stone floor. He did not look back.
The night is getting deeper.
Sangis is sitting in front of the desk, the quill pen in his hand still maintains the writing posture, but the tip of the pen has left the paper.
She stared at the closed door. The black scab on the lamp wick became larger and the light became darker.
Councilor Robieko, Senate is one of the few young people, one of the few smart people, and one of the few people who makes her feel that "talking to this person is not tiring".
He visited late at night and requested an audience with His Majesty the Emperor. The reason was "about the future of this country."
The future of this country, these words come from the mouth of the member of Congress Senate, usually mean "my future"...
Sangis Put the quill pen back on the pen holder, lean on the back of the chair, and close your eyes.
Trouble is really coming. Tomorrow's schedule is already full, and preparations for the enthronement ceremony are entering the final stage. Envoy groups are arriving one after another, and the pile of documents is higher than her. The old guys Senate haven't stopped yet, and now there is another Robieko.
It doesn't matter, there are already enough troubles, not to mention this one. I'll report it to Your Majesty tomorrow.
Hotel, a certain room.
Fuyila has fallen asleep.
Her breathing was so soft that you had to prick up your ears to catch the soft, cat-like airflow exhaled from her nasal cavity again and again.
Her body was huddled under the quilt, with only a clump of white hair exposed, like a marshmallow carelessly placed on the pillow.
Nuoyaji was sitting on a chair by the window, holding a cup of cold tea in his hand, staring at the tea leaves slowly stretching in the cold water in the cup, not knowing what he was thinking.
He couldn't sleep. There were so many things in his mind that it felt like there were a thousand threads tangled together at the same time. He unraveled them one by one, and every time he untied one thread, three other threads were tangled up. In the end, he couldn't even tell which thread was which.
The window was a wooden window that was pushed open from the outside. The window frame was a little crooked and could not be closed tightly. The night wind squeezed in through the gaps and made the window paper rustle.
He put the tea cup on the windowsill, stood up, walked to the window, and opened the window.
The night wind came in suddenly, blowing his hair upside down. He squinted and looked at the scattered high and low building outlines on Cities: Skylines in the distance, only silhouettes left in the night.
And the palace beyond that was illuminated by lights and looked like a glowing hill in the dark.
The window was pushed open from the outside - no, pulled open from the outside.
One hand grasped the outer edge of the window frame, and with a sudden push, a figure climbed through the window and entered, moving as fast as a hunting cat.
There was almost no sound when the boots landed, and the knees were slightly bent to remove the impact. The body had completed a quick scan of the environment while standing up straight.
Chaluoke patted the dust on his coat, and then patted the wall dust on his cuffs that had rubbed off at some point.
His hair was a little messy by the night wind, and a few strands of hair hung down from his forehead and rested on his brow bone. He pushed them back with his hands and looked at Nuoyaji.
"You can actually take the stairs in." Nuoyaji said.
"I got used to it in the early years." Chaluoke walked to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. He picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea that was brewed at an unknown time and drank it all in one gulp.
He put the empty cup back on the table and wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth with his sleeves.
"We found some information."
Nuoyaji walked back from the window and sat down opposite him.
"The emperor's name is His Majesty Caesar - he is a three-headed, golden dragon with an absurdly large size.
It should be the one I saw when I was at Western Mine." Chaluoke spoke very quickly, but every word was very clear.
As he spoke, he drew simple lines on the table with his fingers to help him restore the image in his mind - the black storm, the golden lightning, and the golden outline emerging from the storm that was so big that people couldn't even have the desire to escape.
"Red Dragon Emperor was defeated by his men, a huge black dragon.
Valerirus was thrown out of the palace without even being able to fight back."
Nuoyaji said nothing, waiting for him to continue.
"This is probably the most important event in Vagrian's history. I have inquired about it, and the current general view among people from all walks of life is that the new emperor's accession to the throne cannot be changed.
No matter what you think in your heart, you have to congratulate him on the surface. The enthronement ceremony will probably be held the day after tomorrow. Envoys from all countries will be there to celebrate.
The former emperor Valerirus is now the governor and goes to guard Forbidden Land. The external explanation is that he abdicates and gives up his throne on his own initiative.
But you know, abdicating with dignity is already the best result."
Nuoyaji frowned and placed the information one by one in his mind. Valerirus, the former emperor of Vagrian, one of the oldest and most powerful beings in the continent, may be stronger than that Venerable of Ten Thousand Spells... In other words, that black dragon is at least the level of Ninth Tier's peak, and that His Majesty Caesar will only be stronger.
Nuoyaji didn't know much about these ancient beings in his previous life, because his research direction in Empire Tower Mage Corps was not ancient creatures, but Demon God Seal.
He knew that there were some races older than human history scattered throughout the continent, and Dragons was the most powerful among them, but their range of activities was mostly limited to areas far away from human settlements.
"Black dragon." Nuoyaji chewed this key word in his mouth. There was an ancient existence that looked like a black dragon in his previous life, but he was not sure if it was this one.
Probably not. Based on the character of that being, it is estimated that it has already begun to destroy the country. It is impossible to surrender to other beings, unless His Majesty Caesar is really ridiculously strong.
Nuoyaji thinks what he is thinking is a bit nonsense. The loyalty of dragons and the loyalty of humans are not the same concept.
Dragons will not surrender to you just because "you are stronger than me". They will choose to run away or wait for the opportunity to make a Ninth Tier peak dragon willingly serve as a guard. That Caesar His Majesty may not only be "ridiculously strong", but also strong to another level.
He stopped thinking about it. There was no point in thinking about this kind of power. He was not going to fight with His Majesty Caesar.
"Also - many members of the Senate have a lot of opinions about the new Majesty. The former emperor's 'royalist' nobles want to do something to bring Valerirus back from Forbidden Land.
Therefore, in the short term, the new emperor's energy may be diverted to internal affairs of the palace, which is a good time for external envoys."
Chaluoke poured another cup of herbal tea.
"It is said that Sangis - the minister responsible for managing the palace and the emperor, the emperor Caesar has left everything to her. It is said that she has been so worried that she is losing her hair every day recently." Chaluoke added.
Nuoyaji took this information into his mind one by one without showing any surprise on his face.
Chaluoke was like this in his previous life - he was obviously a mage, but he had an excellent talent for gathering information. He could even figure out what color underwear a certain noble was wearing, which shows how much effort he put into this aspect.
Chaluoke was a little disappointed to see Nuoyaji looking very calm.
He leaned back on the chair, folded his hands on his chest, tilted his head slightly, and looked at me with a look in his eyes. "How many things are you hiding from me?"
"I'm really curious now, who are you? How could a Second Tier magic apprentice know so many things you shouldn't know? How could you face this information that is far beyond your level--"
"Just a man who wants to save the world."