The air in the room became stuffier.
"So, what should we do now?" Someone spoke to break the silence. There was a hint of helplessness in his tone of "I knew it would be like this" and a hint of confusion of "What should we do now?"
They originally asked Weitestan to explore the way.
It's not that he is asked to fight, or that he seizes the throne, but that as "Valerirus's biological heir", he is asked to ask the new emperor a few questions and test the emperor's temperament.
Is he smart or reckless, cautious or arrogant, easily persuaded or stubborn, does he care about the opinions of nobles or does he not care about them at all?
Before Weitestan set off, they repeatedly warned her - "Just ask, don't argue. Just listen, don't push back." But Weitestan obviously didn't listen.
Judging from the result that he was scorched by a bolt of lightning, he not only quarreled, but also resisted, and perhaps even flashed his wings in front of the emperor.
The old man was silent for a moment. "Tomorrow's enthronement ceremony, let's go see His Majesty."
Not to make trouble, but to have a look. To see what kind of existence His Majesty Caesar is, to see how bad his temper is, to see the Lord Protector and the Commander-in-Chief of the Forbidden Army who have turned to his side, as well as the envoys who are coming from various countries in the mainland.
Read more and don't rush to conclusions.
No one objected.
"Sir." There was a knock on the door. Three knocks, neither light nor heavy, neither urgent nor slow.
The discussion in the conference room stopped.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open, and a waiter stood at the door, holding a letter sealed with lacquer in his hand. " A letter sent by Lord Sangis."
Everyone's eyes fell on the letter. What Sangis sent was a formal letter, covered with fire paint and delivered by a special person.
It seems that she is here to ask questions.
The person at the head of the long table nodded slightly to the waiter. "Go back."
The waiter left and closed the door.
"Weitestan Your Highness is young and ignorant, and broke in without permission. I was careless for a while - just go back like this."
The man's voice was neither high nor low, and his tone was neither urgent nor slow, as if he was reading an official statement that had already been drafted and only needed to be read out by him to take effect.
"Everyone, please go back first. We still have a lot of things to do."
They stood up one after another, the chairs dragging on the ground making a harsh and uneven sound.
Vagrian Capital, a bustling commercial street.
Nuoyaji and Chaluoke were walking in the crowd.
Fuyila is still sleeping in the hotel. She ate three pieces of bread, two glasses of milk and a piece of candy that she dug out from nowhere this morning. Then she climbed back into bed contentedly and wrapped herself in a cocoon.
Nuoyaji didn't call her, the child needs more sleep.
"So, what should we do now?" Chaluoke's voice came from behind. It was not high enough for Nuoyaji to hear.
"First, familiarize yourself with the terrain. See if there are any loopholes that we can enter."
Nuoyaji's eyes swept over the buildings on both sides of the street, not aimlessly browsing, but drawing a three-dimensional map in his mind.
The width and direction of the street, the distribution of forks, the height and spacing of the buildings along the way, these information gradually came together in his consciousness.
"That palace is really big. I'm afraid it can accommodate everyone in the city." Chaluoke looked up at the dark red palace that looked like a hill in the center of the city.
The height of the palace exceeds all the surrounding buildings, and the highest spire shines golden in the afternoon sun.
"With your ability, it shouldn't be a big problem to take me in." Nuoyaji said.
Chaluoke is the mage of Peak of the Sixth Tier. Although the security force in Vagrian's capital is very strong, it is not strong enough to stop a strong Sixth Tier from infiltrating.
Those patrolling guards, those fixed sentry posts, and those rune arrays used to detect magic fluctuations are not a problem for Chaluoke.
Chaluoke was silent for a moment. "Then what should I do if I go in?"
"Just leave it to me."
"You are really confident."
Nuoyaji didn't answer the call, he actually didn't know what he was talking about.
I have never heard of His Majesty Caesar in my previous life, and I have never seen any records about the "Three-Headed Golden Dragon" in any ancient books, legends, or secret reports.
It was a completely unfamiliar existence that was beyond his cognitive scope. His experience was nothing when faced with this existence, like a fish that had been swimming in a pond all his life and was thrown into the sea without even knowing that the water was salty.
He can only hope that the other party cares about this country or the world.
"Huh?" Nuoyaji frowned. His steps did not stop, but his body turned slightly at that moment, and his eyes moved away from the building in front of the street and landed on a certain position among the crowd on the right.
It's not about seeing something, it's about sensing something.
A feeling of being watched, not the kind of gaze staring at the back of your head from behind, but the kind of gaze that falls directly on your soul across the crowd, across the distance, across countless layers of clothing and flesh and blood.
Chaluoke also turned his head and looked in the same direction.
The crowd was very dense. People were coming and going on the main street in the afternoon. Some were shopping, some were setting up stalls, some were holding children, and some were carrying goods.
The sounds were a mixture of hawking, haggling, children's laughter, and the whirring of a wyvern's wings as it flew overhead.
But there was no panic, no screams, and nothing unusual in these voices. There was just a figure in a white robe among the crowd, standing under the eaves of a shop, as if waiting for someone, or reading a book.
Chaluoke's eyes moved away from the white-robed figure and landed on Nuoyaji.
"By the way, how come you, Second Tier, have better perception than me?"
"It's nothing, just talent." Nuoyaji looked away from the crowd.
Chaluoke clicked his tongue.
Chaluoke did not ask further. "Who is that person? The one in white... I remember that I was looking for them that day before I came to your place."
Silence Society.
Nuoyaji's eyes fell on the white figure. He was inconspicuous in the crowd, but his pace, posture, and walking rhythm were all out of tune with the people around him.
Nuoyaji From Luoweida City on the border of the Karelia Empire to the capital of the Vagrian Empire, the name of this organization appears at the scene of every major event. Their activities are so frequent. What are they looking for?
"Do you know him?" Nuoyaji asked.
"How is that possible? I have already said that I am just asking for their help and I am not familiar with them."
Chaluoke's tone was impatient with "Why are you asking again?" Then his speaking speed slowed down. "But, judging from your tone - do you know him?"
Nuoyaji was silent for a moment. "Not familiar."
Nuoyaji's brows furrowed.
He felt something was very wrong.
Are Silence Society's activities so frequent? It appeared in Western Mine, it appeared on the eastern border of the Karelia Empire, and now it appears in the capital of Vagrian.
With so many locations, so many events, and so many people gathered here, it is impossible just to "study ancient books."
There is also the previous Darkblood Guard, the huge black dragon, and the new emperor. Each one is a variable, each one is a variable, each one is something that does not exist in his memory of the previous life.
An inexplicable feeling of familiarity came to my mind.
The same was true in my previous life - when there were many abnormal people in a certain place, some big events would happen.
It's not a coincidence, it's a sign.
When people with different forces, different purposes, and different backgrounds appear in the same place at the same time, and when their action trajectories intersect at a certain moment or point, it must be because something is attracting them.
That thing may be a treasure, it may be a secret, it may be an existence that is about to awaken. No matter what it is, it will not be a good thing.
Nuoyaji stopped.
"No way..." he said. His voice was very soft, as if he was breathing.
"What's wrong?" Chaluoke also stopped.
Nuoyaji has no answer.
He looked at the direction in which the man in white robe disappeared and remained silent for a long time. Then he turned around and walked in the direction from which he came.
"Let's go back first. Yifula It's time to wake up."
Chaluoke didn't ask any more questions.
The two of them walked side by side on the street in the afternoon, neither of them speaking.
Footsteps clattered on the stone pavement.