Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

Because of the climate, it is normal for imperial people living in the center of the imperial territory to wear robes as their daily clothing.

Although it is a bit strange to add a hood to the robe to cover the face, it is not too strange in an empire that has always been known for its cultural tolerance.

Especially for a character like an imperial envoy who needs to put on airs, wearing a hood is perfectly normal.

But before Milin came back, Ella, who was temporarily responsible for receiving the two imperial envoys on Milin's behalf, could always feel that the imperial envoys were looking at her very strangely under the hood that covered their faces.

So after some ceremonial greetings, Ella left the reception hall on the pretext of going out to find the lord.

The strange gaze followed the master and apprentice who looked at each other until Ella left the reception hall.

The master and apprentice, who could sense each other's thoughts even through their hoods, fell into silence.

After a while, the apprentice named Elend spoke to his master:

"I feel right, Master, that lady just now..."

"It is the most orthodox royal bloodline." The master directly said what his apprentice wanted to say and continued:

"Since His Majesty Nereitses died in battle, it has been a long time since we saw the legitimate royal bloodline."

"Is this related to the Cathay lord?" Elend, who likes to think too much, said worriedly.

This time, the master did not ask his apprentice to focus on the situation and not to be anxious.

Because this kind of thing happens to be within the management scope of temple guards like them.

Royal blood alone is not a big problem, because the number of people in the empire who can say that they have royal blood can reach more than three digits.

But if it is combined with the news about Long Qi, it is not a small problem that can be skipped casually.

Although lineage is not the most important thing in terms of the inheritance of the empire, no one has ever held the imperial dragon flag, whether it is the current three emperors who are being promoted among the three families, or the previous emperor whose cause of death is unknown.

In other words, in the eyes of the temple guards, the last emperor in the true sense is still His Majesty Nereitses who died in battle, lost the imperial dragon flag, and indirectly caused the current situation of the empire.

Theoretically speaking, if a descendant of His Majesty Nereits appears in front of the temple guards holding the Imperial Dragon Flag.

The temple guards will fulfill their agreement with the founder of the empire, break away from their neutral status, and join this dispute.

And just now, Deus, the former lord of Escalon City, was rumored to have information about the Imperial Dragon Flag.

Queen Gaia's order to the two imperial envoys was to give priority to obtaining information about the Dragon Flag, regardless of the mercenary who occupied Escalon City.

If that short-sighted mercenary dares to have any ideas, then just kill him directly. Anyway, Escalon City is in the hinterland of the empire and can't afford to do anything.

The two imperial envoys, especially the master, did not pay much attention to the Queen's order at first.

After all, not to mention the queen herself, even the queen's ex-husband, the former emperor whose cause of death was unknown, could not command these temple guards because there was no imperial dragon flag.

But in this mission that can only be regarded as gathering intelligence, the addition of an orthodox royal bloodline and a Cathay man is a bit worth pondering.

According to the tradition of the temple guards, no matter how many emperors are fighting, at least the empire itself remains the empire.

But if the distant Cathay Empire wants to intervene, it is not the empire itself's problem.

Even though the two empires were thousands of miles apart, there was almost no official communication except for the few times recorded in the classics.

The question now faced by the two envoys is whether the Cathay man named Milin just wandered into the empire unintentionally like other Cathay men, or whether he came to the empire with a special mission.

Milin, who was being thought about by the two imperial envoys, also learned about the strange things about the imperial envoys from Aila.

"What? You feel the same as me?" Milin asked strangely as he changed out of his clothes that were stained with dirt and lime, and put on a "Byzantine style" formal suit designed according to Ella's request.

"Well, I can't describe that feeling, but it's just like the feeling you gave me, Admiral." Ella said as she assisted the servant in dressing Milin in some cumbersome formal clothes.

"It can't be that he's also an admiral," Milin said with a smile.

"It doesn't feel that way, it's like...e, just like when you usually coach Attila." Ella said.

"Huh, what did I look like when I was coaching Attila? He was still wearing a robe and a hood. Do you want to say that they are Jedi Knights?" Milin said with some surprise.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Milin's originally nonchalant expression suddenly became stiff, and his dressing movements also stopped.

"What's wrong?" Ella pulled Milin's clothes strangely. This particularly cumbersome dress not only required several people to help put it on, but also couldn't be put on if the wearer didn't cooperate.

"Nothing, just bring them the prepared snacks and I'll talk to them while eating." Milin, who had recovered from his stiffness, said as he took off his formal robe.

"What are you taking off?" Ella asked confused.

"It's hard to move around with a coat on," Milin said.

"This kind of dress was never designed with flexibility in mind, so I don't like wearing it either...Huh? Wait a minute, Admiral, do you want it?"

After complaining about the biggest drawback of the dress, Ella suddenly reacted belatedly.

"It's nothing, please pay attention to your own safety and stay away from the reception hall.

Milin said, after all, Ella, who only has the identity of a governor, is the fifth scum of war.

"Should we inform Gray Wind and Alori?" Ella asked.

"I've been notified. Okay, that's all. Go quickly." Milin said, straightening his sleeves.

When Milin's expression stiffened because he sensed something, the master and apprentice, who were drinking honey milk tea, threw away the tea cups in synchronized movements, pulled out the long swords from their waists, and stood back to back.

"Do you feel it?" Master's voice was no longer so calm for the first time.

"I feel it, Master. It's the dark side, and it's very powerful." As a disciple, Erland was even more unbearable. The almost uncontrollable pressure made his voice tremble.

"Don't fall into fear, otherwise you will only be used by the other party." The master said in a serious tone.

When the master and apprentice, back to back, assumed a posture of fighting against a powerful enemy.

Servants who once belonged to the troublemakers filed in with trays.

These servants did not pay attention to the movements of the master and apprentice, but quickly placed the various snacks on the trays on the round table in the middle of the reception hall.

After the servants had laid out all the food and everyone left the reception hall, the master and apprentice, who had calmed down a little, put their weapons back on their waists.

"Master, you may be right about one thing." Elend, who lifted his hood and wore a braid to prove his status as a temple guard apprentice, said to his master.

"?" The master took off his robe, neatly folded it aside and put it away. At the same time, he touched the hilt of the long sword hanging on his waist and glanced at his apprentice subtly.

"This mission won't take much time." In order to lighten the atmosphere, Erland said with a smile.

As soon as Elend finished speaking, the master and the apprentice simultaneously looked away to the other side of the reception hall.

Milin, wearing a lavender tuxedo lining, almost the same as the two imperial envoys who took off their robes, walked out.

"Well, it won't waste much time."