Chaluoke looked at him and was silent for a few seconds. "Okay." He chose not to ask further questions.
"Do you have any acquaintances at Vagrian?" Nuoyaji changed the subject.
"No. I haven't even been here long."
"Tsk. That's a bit troublesome. How can we see His Majesty Caesar?"
Nuoyaji's brows frowned even more tightly, and he tapped his fingers on the table twice unconsciously. They are now in Vagrian, a country ruled by dragons.
They are just passing foreigners who entered the country as members of the Karelia Empire diplomatic mission and have no formal qualifications to meet.
Robert Burton is the envoy of the mission. He can see the emperor, but he will not take Nuoyaji there - he has no reason to take him, and Nuoyaji has no reason to let him take him.
Nuoyaji's fingers stopped.
The coronation ceremony.
At that time, envoys from all countries will be present, as will Vagrian's nobles, officials, and generals.
That will be the most heavily guarded moment in the entire palace, and it will also be the easiest moment to sneak into it.
Nuoyaji looked at Chaluoke.
Chaluoke was also looking at him, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
The next day, early morning.
Sunlight shines in from the windows of the main hall, spreading a warm golden color on the stone floor.
The luminous gems on the dome looked much dimmer in the morning light, like the stars at night that were too embarrassed to continue to shine after the sun rose.
The guard stood under the throne, still holding the ancient book that was as thick as a brick. His voice was steady and powerful. He had stayed up all night reading from yesterday to this morning.
He is a competent guard, Fourth Tier level, and this little expense is nothing at all. His Majesty didn't say stop, so he didn't dare to stop.
His Majesty's tail occasionally moves, and the tip of his tail sweeps across the stone floor, making a subtle rustling sound - that sound spreads far in the empty hall, like a person saying "continue" in a very soft voice.
The guard turned over a page and continued reading.
King Ghidorah lies on the throne.
The three heads have not changed much from yesterday to today. The one on the left is resting on the neck of the one on the right, and the one on the right is leaning on the belly of the middle one.
His eyes were always closed and he looked either asleep or awake. Who knows.
"Okay, stop."
The guard immediately stopped, closed the book, held it against his chest, stood upright, and waited for the emperor's next order. King Ghidorah did not "speak" anymore.
His eyes were not open, but the rhythm of his breathing had changed - from slow and long when he was asleep to a little faster when he was awake.
The three heads were raised from the throne at the same time, their necks stretched, their shoulder blades moved, and their wings slightly opened and closed on both sides of the body.
King Ghidorah yawned. It was not the kind of "I'm very sleepy" yawn, but the kind of "I've slept enough, it's time to get up and move around" yawn with a hint of satisfaction and a hint of laziness.
He shook his head three times, stretched his neck, slid his body from the throne to lie down, and then from lying down to standing.
He felt that he had another energetic day today.
Huh?
King Ghidorah set his sights in the distance - outside the main entrance of the hall, there was a small black dot in the sky, flying in this direction, neither fast nor slow, like a leisurely bird walking in the morning light.
It wasn't a bird, the size was wrong. According to his judgment, the size of the black spot was about tens of meters, and its wingspan was wider.
Birds don't grow something with a wingspan several times as wide as its body. That's a dragon.
Is it Valerirus?
No, that red dragon is much smaller than this one. Or is it the Lord Protector?
Maybe it's a descendant of Valerirus, maybe it's an aristocratic dragon who wants to be a familiar face, maybe it's just an ordinary dragon passing by that has nothing to do with Vagrian...
King Ghidorah doesn't really care.
The black spot is getting closer and closer.
From a small black dot in the sky, it turned into a peanut, from a peanut into an egg, and finally into a dragon.
The scales are red and glow brightly in the morning light, as if they have just been washed with water. The wing membranes of the wings are dark red and translucent, and when they flap, you can see the fine blood vessel patterns between the wing bones.
The body shape is much smaller than Valerirus, only about half as long as King Ghidorah's neck.
Youth, judging from the color of its scales and the rhythm of its wings, is a young dragon that is full of energy and has not been severely beaten by this world.
King Ghidorah looked down at the little guy in front of him. He stood on the platform outside the palace gate, with three heads looking at the little red dragon from three different angles at the same time.
The little red dragon unconsciously took a step back under his gaze and tilted its head slightly, as if it was observing a giant beast many times larger than itself from different angles.
"Kid, where did you come from?" King Ghidorah's telepathy was plain and casual.
"What friend!" The little red dragon's mouth suddenly opened, revealing a mouth of sharp, jagged teeth.
Its voice was very young, with the arrogance of a spoiled child.
King Ghidorah's telepathy may make him uncomfortable, but his words are obviously even more uncomfortable...
"The strange dragon that took away the throne! I am the biological heir of the great emperor Valerirus, the future successor of this country--Weitestan!"
Weitestan's voice echoed in the hall, his chest was raised higher than his head, and his wings were spread wide, revealing the dark red scales on his chest that shone in the sun and were darker than the rest of his body.
His tail was raised high, and the tip of his tail trembled slightly in the air, like a flag fluttering in the wind. He tried hard to make his voice sound majestic and powerful.
But his stature is so small that King Ghidorah only needs to lower his head slightly to see that his claws are trembling - it's not fear, it's nervousness, it's the body's instinctive stress response when facing a being much more powerful than himself for the first time.
--
In the distance, Sangis is running from the corridor of the side hall towards the main hall.
The hem of her robe was lifted up, her ankles were exposed, and her boots stepped on the slate floor, making a rapid, dense sound like a rainstorm hitting the roof.
Her breathing was rapid. When she ran up the stairs from the side door, her heart was beating so fast in her chest that her temples were pounding.
Her mind was rapidly replaying the information she received last night - "Several descendants of Governor Valerirus were intercepted by the Protector." Selivis intercepted the descendants of Valerirus, but not all...
Among them, Weitestan is already close to the capital.
It's possible that he didn't move with the other heirs at all, but set off early alone.
It's also possible that the Protector didn't take him seriously at all. What kind of commotion could a young red dragon make in his early adulthood?
But what kind of commotion will a newly grown up, red dragon who feels he should inherit the throne face a strange dragon who has usurped his father's throne face?
Sangis dare not think about this problem.
She ran through the side door of the hall and rushed into the main hall at a speed of hundreds of meters per second.
The hall was empty, and King Ghidorah was not on the throne. Her heart suddenly sank, and she continued to run forward, through the hall, and out of the main entrance of the hall.
The sun was dazzling, she squinted her eyes and saw--
Weitestan stood on the platform outside the palace gate, with his wings spread out, his tail raised, and his mouth still opening and closing, not knowing what he was saying.
King Ghidorah's three heads looked down at him from a high place. There was no anger, no impatience, or even any emotion in the six golden vertical pupils. They just looked at him calmly, as if looking at a puppy barking loudly at his feet.
Sangis's footsteps slowed down and stopped completely when he reached the gate.
She held on to the door frame, panting heavily, and looked at Weitestan standing in front of King Ghidorah, opening and closing her mouth, still saying something.
She couldn't hear clearly what he was saying, but she could see his posture, his expression, the spread of his wings and the height of his tail.
You can guess what he is saying - "The throne belongs to my father!" "You are not qualified!" "I am the heir!"
Sangis I suddenly felt like the sky was falling.
Her mind was like a dynamite barrel being ignited. Every inch from the fuse to the chamber was burning, and she was rushing towards the end of the explosion every second.
She seemed to see Weitestan being slapped away by King Ghidorah, flying from the platform to the square, from the square to the city wall, from the city wall to the outside of the city, and from outside the city to the other side of the mountains, just like his father.
Then she will be called to question by Senate - Why didn't she stop him? Why didn't she notify him in advance? Why didn't she send someone to stop him...
She took a deep breath, lifted the hem of her robe, opened her legs and ran towards Weitestan.
Her speed was very fast, and the sound of her boots on the slate floor was dense and rapid, like the sound of heavy rain hitting an iron roof.
"Your Majesty--" Sangis ran to King Ghidorah. The head in the middle of King Ghidorah moved slightly and tilted in her direction.
A voice sounded in her mind - "Who is this idiot?"