Platinum Throne

The silver moon hangs in the sky, forming a round of slightly curved knives.At such a time, Ziyue could not see the trace.In the early mythology, Ziyue was a little sister who was clinging to her elder sister, and she was only willing to follow Yinyue to let people see her appearance when she fully revealed her appearance.

Norma glanced at Yinyue's sharp horns, then lowered her head again.The capital of the Holy Empire may be rich and beautiful. At night, the streets are covered with the glow of magic spar.But in such a remote place, candles are still the mainstream.This place is no exception. A fine piece of spermaceti is placed on the table, and the dim light will sway with the thin air current in the air, which does not bring a good feeling.Norma thought for a while, took out a small lamp from her pocket, and powered it with magic spar to provide light energy.She blew out the candles, felt the soft lights around her, and her gloomy mood finally became a little brighter.

After a brief silence, Norma took out a piece of paper, which was crumpled, obviously being tightly clenched and then loosened.Norma looked at the words above, little by little, and finally heaved a long sigh.Rubbing her thumb against her index finger, she opened her mouth. Behind her, a phantom gradually formed, and the surrounding air began to become filthy and oppressive.But all of this was firmly controlled in the room, not a single breath flowed out.Norma opened her mouth, and a low, non-human voice sounded, the surrounding scenery paused at the same time, the surroundings began to become distorted, and reality began to reverse, between illusion and reality.

At this time, the door knocked suddenly, and the distortion around stopped, then reversed, and returned to reality.

Norma frowned, she let out a sigh of relief, and she didn't know whether to be happy or dissatisfied.

Afterwards, Norma waved her hand, the window outside the door opened, and a gust of wind swept by, sweeping out the dark things in the room, the invisible smells and atmosphere.

Norma stood up and opened the door.

Standing at the door was Walcott, a middle-aged gentleman with hesitation on his face. The moment Norma opened the door, he was shocked by the cold air inside the door, couldn't help shivering, and smiled dryly: "Forgive me It's so late to bother you."

Norma was silent, staring at Walcott with an expression of approval.Walcott was suddenly speechless.But as a senior senator and aristocrat, this level of silence cannot defeat Walcott at all.He somewhat understood the nature of some craftsmen and mages, who were stubborn, disregarded human feelings, and could only speak in the most direct words.This is probably the difference between skilled workers and politicians who have long been in the crowd.

"About today's meeting, I have something I want to ask Your Excellency. Do you mind if we sit down and talk?" Walcott showed a gentlemanly, soft smile.

Norma glanced up at Walcott, then nodded and made way out of the passage.Walcott looked back subconsciously.Norma replied: "There is no one watching around me, they can't hide it from me."

Walcott smiled awkwardly. He took advantage of the opportunity to praise Norma's profound magic, and then walked into the room under Norma's silent eyes.

The light in the room is moderate, neither dazzling nor too soft, suitable for reading and working.Walcott's gaze was attracted by the magic spar lamp on the table, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "After leaving the capital, I haven't felt the light of the magic spar lamp for a long time. This is really nostalgic."

"Moderate brightness is not harmful to the eyes, anyone should use it." Norma replied.She went to the side and poured a glass of water. It was already freezing cold inside. Norma paused, then turned around and put the water glass in front of Walcott. At this moment, steam was bubbling from the water glass, and the temperature became moderate.

Walcott thanked him. He showed the courtesy of a guest, but his soft smile did not make people feel that he had aristocratic arrogance.From the conversation just now, he has found a common topic, and intends to use this as an opening to make the atmosphere of both parties more heated.

"His Majesty the Emperor has worked hard to govern. After several generations of hard work, the glow of magic spar has continued from the capital of the empire to several major cities. But in rural areas, candles are still the mainstream. In some poorer areas, it is said There are no candles, and burning torches is a waste of hard felled wood. So the locals don’t even light fires at night, they just get into bed early.”

Norma showed an expression of concentration and listening, and when Walcott finished speaking, Norma nodded: "I don't know very well, and the travel notes I read will not specifically mention these."

"Aha, those travel notes will only describe things beyond everyone's knowledge. For example, the city that never sleeps in the Platinum Tower. I heard that the magic spar lamps there have various colors. Some people use the lights to make signs to attract customers. At night , there are colorful lights everywhere, more gorgeous than during the day."

Norma's expression softened, she recalled the famous night view of the Platinum Tower, and nodded: "Yes, the beautiful colors are like fireworks, but they are not as fleeting as fireworks."

Seeing this, Walcott relaxed his tense mood a little: "I've never seen it before. I hope one day I can go to the Platinum Tower to see this magnificent sight."

"...As long as the element pipeline can be opened, one day, the capital of your country will also be like this." Norma replied sincerely.

For a moment, Walcott didn't know whether Norma used this to express her position, or she just said it casually.Walcott stroked his mustache, just like every nobleman, he has always taken care of his appearance elegantly and meticulously, with a tight beard and a full shape.This thick touch eased Walcott's mood, he smiled, and decided to continue talking about Norma's words.

"On behalf of His Majesty the Emperor, I sincerely apologize to you - about the inappropriate remarks made by Priest Wilson during the day."

Norma nodded.She looked at Walcott.

Walcott was a little nervous being stared at, and then he continued: "Actually, I have some questions I want to ask... I spent too much time in the meeting on other aspects, and I have to interrupt you at such a moment. "

Norma put on an expression of all ears.

Walcott thought for a while, and then asked: "The construction of the elemental pipeline consumes a lot of money. We have already spent a lot of manpower, material and financial resources just to capture the World of Warcraft Forest this time. Among them, the wounded and dead soldiers, priests, Spellcasters, each one is a great loss to the Empire. I hope you understand."

Walcott didn't mention a word about the magic spar mine they had seized from this incident, and the control of the Warcraft Forest they had seized, and focused on the loss.

Norma's face sank, she nodded.

Walcott continued: "Our investment is huge, and it is impossible to invest indefinitely. Although Priest Wilson's words are radical, there are also some reasons for this. Therefore, I would like to ask, after the construction of the elemental pipeline, How long can it last, and how much will it need to invest in it?"

"Magic spar mine has excellent ductility. As for how long it will last..." Norma's gaze refocused on Walcott, "At least during the reign of your emperor, you can always maintain."

At this moment, Walcott even thought that Norma had discovered his intentions, and he broke out in a cold sweat subconsciously, but soon, he forced himself to calm down again.Platinum Tower, as a large college and city of neutral law-manipulators, never prevents people from other countries from studying.It can be said that it is this kind of equal treatment that makes the Platinum Tower gain such a high reputation on the mainland.But what is related to it is that spies from various countries are lurking in this huge magical city.

Every year, the news that comes back from the Platinum Tower can be said to be able to build a giant dragon, and more than 40.00% of them are about Norma Hill.The staff of the Holy Empire have long studied this person, her preferences, her personality, her friends, enemies, style and so on.Norma Hill may be a well-deserved genius, but geniuses also have the common faults of geniuses. She doesn't understand the world, and she doesn't seem to care about it.She takes the Platinum Tower as the highest criterion, and some staff members even wrote:

"Norma Hill has a strange illusion. He seems to think that he represents the Tower of Platinum to a certain extent. The Tower of Platinum represents absolute neutrality. As a member of the conservative faction, Norma Hill has also shown this to a certain extent. An attitude of absolute neutrality. It is at odds with conservative theory."

Let’s not say whether this conclusion is correct or not, but Walcott thinks he still understands the person in front of him.

"Our Majesty is a man of great talent." Walcott decided to try it out.

"Then, we wish him a long life..." In the face of the other party's not very good-looking, Norma reluctantly added the next sentence, "Just like Charlemagne VI—you know, the wise king always It's an early death."

"A wise king always dies young..." Walcott said in a low voice. At this moment, he finally understood the true meaning of Norma Hill's previous sentence during his reign. This was not his illusion.Norma Hill has already sensed his intentions, and at the same time, he has also sensed the intentions of His Majesty the Emperor behind him.This realization finally really made Walcott feel both scared and excited.

After you go back, you must tell His Majesty to dismiss all those damn staff!What worthless junk is turned in every year!

Walcott thought angrily, but to Norma, he smiled: "You are right, I will convey your majesty's blessing."

Norma nodded, reserved and arrogant.

Walcott stood up. He lifted his hat and put it on his head. When he walked to the door, he suddenly turned his head and nodded to Norma: "In return, I have news... Although I don't know Have you heard that the Tower of Platinum will send another group of envoys to follow up with us."

After seeing Norma's face darken, Walcott knew his answer, and with some subtle revenge, he left in a happy mood and politely.