[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

On the gorgeous platform made of gold and jewels, a small and exquisite bird is jumping lightly. Its ankles are tied with thin silver chains, which stipulates a narrow range of movement for this seemingly comfortable bird. .

However, compared with the extravagant pedestal, this little bird is much more plain, it is covered in dust, only the beak is a lovely vermilion, but even this rare color, against the golden and green splendor Also looks mediocre.

"Is this the nightingale who knows fairy music?" The Queen circled around the golden frame and laughed softly. "It's no different from the nightingales in Niatalberg."

The envoy who brought the nightingales to the offering said with trepidation: "Your Majesty, it is very famous in Aydno, and is revered as a 'fairy bird' by the local people. They believe that this bird is transformed by the harp of the gods. In order to catch it, the governor almost set off a war!"

war...

The queen was silent for a moment, then took the small dish from the lady-in-waiting, and began to feed the nightingale with her own hands: "The nightingale is one of the most beautiful birds, they will guard our dreams at night, the royal guards have 'rose nightingale' title, then let me see how this one is.”

The nightingale seemed to know the mind of its new owner. It ate the grain seeds on the plate, and then jumped briskly on the shelf, flapped its exquisite wings lightly, and sang a song with its head raised. Melody music.

This piece of music purely composed of birdsong is indeed very pleasant. Not to mention the amazement of the attendants, even the queen showed a look of surprise. Seeing this, the governor's envoy finally heaved a sigh of relief, and proudly puffed out his chest.

"Then let's keep it and include it in my bird garden." The Queen nodded and said with a smile, "Let Aina and Mona take a look, they will definitely like it."

The attendants and ladies agreed in an orderly manner. The queen listened with a smile, and sighed after a while: "I don't know if the children are having a good time today. It's just that I haven't seen them for a long time, but I miss them a little..."

The maids immediately began to join in, saying pleasing words from all angles, and the queen's brows and eyes stretched when she heard it.

But at this moment, a female official in men's attire appeared outside the greenhouse door. She walked quickly and reported in a low voice beside the Queen: "His Royal Highness Prince and Princess Highness have encountered an accident and are on their way back to the palace."

The queen was taken aback for a moment, then panicked and frightened: "What? An accident! —— They weren't injured?!"

"No!" The female officer immediately clarified, "His Royal Highness noticed something was wrong, and he took the little princess back to the palace first."

The queen breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, she no longer had any thoughts about receiving the envoys of the colonial governor. She asked the female officer to wave off the envoys, and then went straight to the outside of the greenhouse: "Tell me all about what happened. Don't miss a single detail."

The female officer nodded and reported in a low voice as she walked out with the Queen: "Her Royal Highness has encountered a bird or beast that is suspected to be a creation of God's grace. The suspicious people in that area..."

With the queen's departure, the envoys who lost their chance to meet had no choice but to admit that they were unlucky. They left the gifts carefully prepared by the governors and left the palace under the guidance of the servants.

Gifts from across the ocean were stored in an orderly manner, including the golden bird stand inlaid with precious jewels.

When the attendant was carrying the bird rack, the young maid couldn't help but tease Nightingale: "I don't know when His Majesty will come to the garden again."

"It won't be too late." The older attendant comforted in a low voice, "Your Majesty always prefers birds with melodious music, and there are white peacocks and birds of paradise that Her Majesty loves most in the garden, maybe we can see them again His Royal Highness."

"His Royal Highness..." The maid recalled the novelty items from Ceylon County, and also showed anticipation, "Yes, I hope this nightingale will be loved by Your Highness, but it is too inconspicuous. "

On the gold shelf, this "not so eye-catching" nightingale escaped the maid's absent-minded fingers. It looked at the exit of the greenhouse, shrunk its neck and tilted its head, and blurted out another brisk tune. .seven

The maid smiled: "That's nice, what is this?"

The attendant hesitated for a moment: "...It seems to be a sailor's ditty? Probably learned it on the ocean."

*

In the evening when this summer is approaching, a banquet is held in the palace as usual, but this banquet is a little different from the usual ones. It is no longer a social event that is always open to all participants. It is actually an internal meeting of the royal family and the cabinet. Meeting.

The participants only included some royal family members and confidential ministers in the cabinet, in other words, the real power holders of this huge empire.

Ian had the honor of following his Prime Minister father to this meeting - as a entourage of entourages.

Maybe he does have a superior background and a unique best friend, but before a meeting of this level, he is still just an underage child with "no achievements". door.

But as far as the job of looking at the gate is concerned, not everyone can come.

The cabinet ministers were guarded by Falcon, the royal family members were guarded by Nightingale, and the venue was guarded by outstanding members from the major knight orders. In front of such a lineup, the job of guarding the gate naturally became extremely valuable.

Ian stood quietly in the corridor behind the flower garden outside the corridor outside the conference hall. This location was very far away from the rococo-style hall gate, and ordinary people could walk at a constant speed for about a few minutes.

The guards next to Ian are basically young people similar to him. Most of them are noble, talented, and have a bright future. They just lack experience and qualifications, and they are just waiting for the right training.

Coincidentally, standing next to Ian was the head of the ninth grade from the same public school as him. This big brother was honored by the head of his knight order... Of course, his grandfather was the chancellor of the exchequer and his mother. It's about the Duke's daughter.

The martial arts competition a month ago is still vivid in my memory, but the two seniors who had already broken up still stood together honestly, maintaining a solemn silence in front of the important affairs of their family and country.

There happened to be a huge chandelier above the heads of the two of them. The bright lights illuminated the hanging picture behind them. The hanging picture was brightly colored and rich in composition. Crimson, crimson and pink were spliced ​​into bright roses.

This woolen product is soft and elegant, but Ian is full of anxiety—the rose paintings in the palace are all from Ceylon County, and they are one of the gifts for the little princess to celebrate her fourth birthday. At that time, the little prince also sent him a few Good friends, so Ian hung directly on the head of the bed.

As soon as I saw the color-matching rose, Ian couldn't help but think about his Highness. Since the last outing and meeting was over, nothing happened. He could only wait for the letter every day. The "white dove accident" made him Anxious, familiar scenes even turned into nightmares appeared repeatedly.

...But no matter how unwilling and anxious he is, there is nothing he can do in the face of the barrier of identity.

Ian recalled that morning again.

A moment ago, he was still sitting beside His Highness, guarding the sleeping boy's body.

After reuniting after a long absence, he finally had a chance to take a good look at his Highness—he had grown a lot taller, the long hair that had been left to his shoulders had been cut short, his eyebrows and eyes were clearly exposed, and the outline of his face seemed to have changed as a result. more profound.

But no matter what, the characteristics of His Highness have never changed, such tenacity and gentleness will always be...

The bell in the sanctuary rang leisurely at this time, and the white doves in the distance were flying under the sunshine of early spring. Ian heard His Highness's long breathing, and felt that it was already entangled with his own heartbeat.

Yes, there is nothing scary about this so-called Nordnor Cathedral, as long as he is by His Highness's side, he will be fearless.

Under the warm sunlight, everything is so peaceful and warm, no matter how beautiful the poems are, it cannot describe his mood at this time.

If he could keep guarding His Highness like this moment...

But just when Ian was thinking this way, the little prince opened his eyes suddenly. He was recalling his puppet. When he looked at Ian, his face was serious, and there seemed to be knots in those blue eyes. Bing: "Let's go back to the palace first—something suspicious is approaching Aina."

Ian was startled, but before he could do anything, the little prince had already presided over the situation and arranged everything properly.

So this supposedly beautiful day was terminated unexpectedly. Ian hurried back to the palace with the two royal highnesses, and was then politely sent home by the queen.

After all these years, the Queen still didn't like him very much, and Ian knew it and still felt guilty about it.

From then on, all affairs were handed over to the little prince and his nightingale, as well as the cabinet ministers responsible for military security. As for Ian, he completely became an irrelevant person.

It was only at this time that Ian suddenly realized that he was not worthy to guard the prince.

The footsteps of the crowd sounded not far away, the solemnity and silence were broken, and the orderly sound brought Ian back from his memories to reality. Conference participants at the lobby door.

The first to appear were the cabinet ministers, from the generals of the navy and army to the minister of finance, from the minister of the interior to the minister of public affairs, and finally the old prime minister Parcival.

Walking from the other side were two members of the royal family. Her Majesty the Queen and the little prince appeared surrounded by the servants and maids. They walked out from the inner courtyard of the palace. The big skirt, while the prince sat comfortably in a wheelchair.

The pair of royal aunts and nephews are indeed very similar. They have the same gentle and tough qualities, but the queen is thicker, while the prince is slightly sharper.

People from the two parties gathered, and the cabinet members saluted one after another. The queen greeted them cordially as usual. As for the little prince—although the young man was sitting and looking up at everyone, his back was straight and straight, just looking at his imposing manner, as if He is the one who looks down on others.

Ian was fascinated, his gaze was involuntarily attracted by his highness, he watched the conversation between his father and his young highness, the kind of equal confrontation and tacit understanding, the kind of mutual recognition that only belongs to individuals of the same level...

His Highness already has the capital to fight for reason in this kind of meeting, but he, who claims to be a protector and is two years older than His Highness, is still not qualified to enter the parliament, so he can only stand by the door and watch from a distance. watching this scene.

"It's really amazing..." The senior next to him couldn't help but sigh with emotion in a low voice, his blood was surging, and he said proudly, "When I can enter the 'Nightingale'... no, I will go to the royal guard." Ceylon County!"

Ian glanced at him, and happened to meet the senior who lost to him, so the brief eye contact conveyed enough rich content that the senior almost couldn't control himself.

"Please keep quiet." Ian reminded in such a steady and soft voice, in exchange for a rewarding look from the team leader not far away.

The senior took a deep breath, and almost rolled his eyes to the sky.

He was fed up with this pretentious junior, but this guy is easier to be loved and trusted. How come no one can see through the mad dog-like essence under the disguise like him?

Since the little Percival transferred to school, he has received several letters from Ceylon County every week, so this is indeed a very honorable thing, but this guy kept saying "My Highness" and made a shocking appearance. Nausea expression...

What's the meaning?Is His Royal Highness your property? !Others are not even allowed to say a few words, touching the envelope is even more dreamy, this gesture is like a dragon guarding gems!

The big aristocrats were all insiders of the tragedy on the Holy Day seven years ago, and they also witnessed how the Prince of Ceylon lost his status as crown prince and his health. Forged a path of his own.

What is even more rare is that after losing the possibility of succession, Prince Ceylon did not show any unwillingness. He chose to develop his own fiefdom as a backing, fully support the royal family, assist the queen, and train his cousin.

Such character and intelligence are truly admirable.

Senior: Damn it, why didn't I delay my birth a year!I want to be His Highness's little partner too!

It's a pity that no one knew about the grievances of the seniors. Ian didn't know what his defeated opponent was thinking, and he didn't care about it at all. What he cared more about was the content of this meeting.

Undoubtedly there is the attack on the little princess, the new factory system reformed by Elisano, the declaration of the holy city of Nasitaf, the promotion system for naval officers, the attitude towards pirates and the new regulations, etc. .

And Iris...Recently, the relationship between Niaterbo and Iris has become worse and worse. The two parties have reached the point of openly tearing each other apart in the competition for overseas colonies. However, Iris will send an envoy to visit next month, intending to sign a new agreement. agreement.

Whether to accept or reject, to discuss or to reprimand, these are all important issues.

Being able to formulate rules is of course the most beneficial to the development of Niaterbo, but expecting the group of iris people to abide by?

Heh, it's just a group of savage gorillas who don't understand the spirit of contract.

Ian was so polite and spurned in his heart - he grew up listening to his mother's connotative and humorous jokes since he was a child, and in the past six months, he has harvested his father's love for the country on the other side of the sea every day. Ridiculously, he seems to be a high-ranking nipple-haired contestant.

*

"Is the mission of Iris going to visit Nordnor?"

Aydno, the coastal city of Iab, the eagle leaned against the window, with a frowning look of worry, and said artificially: "Oh, don't be mad at our great queen, she is getting old. , so many baby griffins have died in the nest, and I am angry with that shameless clause... Tsk, I really worry about the royal family."

If this guy hadn't beheaded the governor sent by Niaterbe to Aydno just now, his eccentricity would probably be more believable.

Drake sat on the windowsill on the other side, silently watching the slaves clean the blood on the gold floor - Aydno is rich in gold mines, so the governor decorated the stone floor of his residence with gold , quite crude and extravagant.

But killing such a fat-gut guy doesn't seem to make Junying happy. His mood is at the most irritable moment. At this time, anyone may be angered in front of him. The last unlucky guy is gone. arm.

Drake knew this well, so he suppressed his breath very well.

The bloodstains were finally washed away, the rich incense was lit again, and the female slaves who conformed to the aesthetics of "civilized people" filed in. When fresh food and musical instruments were brought into the hall together, all traces of violence were wiped away. Completely erased.

But even the most beloved good things for these hedonists still couldn't calm Junying. He kicked his head away from his feet casually, and put the bloody machete across his knees, and the dirty blood stains couldn't cover it. Senbai steel pattern - no one dared to step forward to clean up his head and his knife.

"Sea monster, send a letter to your adoptive father." Junying looked at Drake coolly, "Just say... I have prepared the territory he wants, and now let him come and get it. "

Without raising his head, Drake pulled out a pen and paper: "Yes."

Junying glanced at his knife, and then smiled maliciously: "Add one more clause - if he wants to take the territory, he must first sacrifice a sea monster."

Drake continued to write like he didn't understand, "Okay."

This boring look successfully disappointed Junying. He had written many human tragedies of father and son killing each other, but maybe he had seen too many similar scenes, and it would make people lose interest if he did it again.

Especially the showdown where the little sea monster is sure to win.

The rich incense could not wash away the blood in the nasal cavity, and the eagle looked up at the newly polished sky in the distance, and could not help but hear Nord Noel, who had just entered the night again.

The capital of Niatalbe, the hometown where he was raised.

The rising sun jumped out of the clouds, illuminating the coastline of Iab, and the dazzling light penetrated the dim room, completely separating the light and shadow.

Junying looked down at the palms of his hands, the black lines showed two birds, one incomplete and the other complete, lifelike.

After a long time, he asked nonchalantly: "Hey, tell me, under what circumstances would a bird that has lost its wings and cannot fly not feel resentful towards the sky?"

Drake wrote the letter, sealed it, tied it to the pigeon's leg, and replied, "Saint."

"Saint?!" Jun Ying couldn't help but sneered, "I don't believe in such things."

"It's just a disguise. There are only deceived fools and hypocritical sages in this world—let me see, which one is this crippled little griffin."