Law of the Dragon

Eros looked at Norman suspiciously. It seemed that all the senior officials in the Holy See knew that he was a "false king", but considering Norman's blood, the church probably learned about it through the "oracle".For example, Marvin knew that Eros still didn't know why Marvin transferred him out of the imperial capital, but now that Marvin was dead, he couldn't learn the truth from the dead.

In the current situation, it seems that his defense will not be accepted at all. After all, he has already been regarded as a "false king", especially this is not his real territory. The religious power here is higher than the imperial power. His Identity doesn't really work here.

Now we can only see how Norman handles this place, but Eros reckons that he is not good enough. From Marvin's previous words, he can vaguely see that the relationship between Norman and the Church in District [-] is not very good.

He leaned against the door and looked at them. If these church members dared to do anything to him, he would destroy them. After all, if rumors of their "false king" spread to the imperial capital, his plan to rob the treasury would probably fail.Of course, General Yarrow was also the one who knew about it, but the woman didn't seem to have any intention of exposing him. Eros didn't know whether she believed in Thakro or herself. He knew that one day, he would let him down. This trust.

"You're justifying a dark creature," Pero said, without pausing any longer on the murder, but turned to another serious topic, "You also brought him into the church, and you know he's a 'false king' '."

Obviously, Perot insisted that dark creatures should be equated with murderers.

"But that's two different things," Norman explained, "Eros...he did a good job as a king, and he also sealed the darkness left by the demon god in the third district. He...he helped those refugees and improved their lives. The relationship between humans and elves - I mean, he's fine, he's doing better than the average king..."

"But he is not a king," Perot interrupted Norman coldly, "he pretends to be our kind, but he is planning some unknown secrets, please don't be deceived by his superficial friendliness, Lord Norman."

Norman frowned, not knowing how to argue with Perot. This man had no reason at all, and their conversation was completely wrong.Pero has determined that Eros is guilty, so even if he is not a dark creature or a "false king", he is also guilty. Here, Pero's words are equivalent to "authority", and he is just a man who inherited the powerful Norman blood. Just kids.

"So what are you going to do?" Norman asked.

"Although we know that he is a 'false king', the people in the imperial capital don't know yet," Perot thought for a while and said, "We can't provoke a fight between the religious power and the imperial power because of this. It seems that this matter has to be handed over to the Pope. It's up to adults to decide."

"Then can I go now?" Eros patted the hem of his clothes, gave Pero a cold look with his golden eyes, then turned and left on his own.

Of course he knew that Perot sent some people to follow him. He could easily kill or get rid of them, but he didn't have to do that. Will do.Of course, the God of Darkness was also very happy for him to teach the church such a small lesson. They lived too comfortably and felt that they were already strong enough to be unrivaled in the world, while the dark forces were huddled in a corner, as if they only wanted to escape for their lives.

"Eros—"

He turned around and saw Norman running after him: "What's wrong?"

"Let's go," Norman reached out and grabbed his arm. "I know you must be lost. I'll take you back to your room."

"...Can I have another serving of beef?" Eros was dragged towards the room by Norman, "I'm hungry."

Norman turned around and smiled: "Oh, no problem."

Eros showed a smile, and the people behind him followed them silently. In the silent white hall, the bright lights stretched their shadows very long, very gloomy.

×××

"What's going on here?" Hasen panted and ran into Embo's room in the palace, "What happened... Oh, General Yarrow, you're here too."

"What's the matter with your surprised tone?" Yarrow didn't look like a noble lady, sitting on the sofa with his legs stretched out, playing with a dagger in his hand, "It seems like I shouldn't be here of."

Hasen coughed lightly. He should have justified himself, but now that the situation is urgent, he doesn't care about it. He went straight to Prime Minister En Bo: "What's the matter with those troops... I heard they said that the king Your Majesty is a 'false king'?"

"Really?" En Bo put his hands under his chin with a cold face, and looked at Yarrow: "Has the princess finally acted?"

"It seems so," Yarrow stroked the blade lightly with his fingers, "They have arranged for such a long time, and if they don't act, they won't be able to continue."

"What's going on here?" Hasen asked anxiously, "Prince... Isn't Your Highness exiled to the Tower of Nothingness in District Five? How could..."

"Of course she is not reconciled," Yarrow said softly, "That girl has always been obsessed with hatred... If the current majesty is a 'false king', then she has the first right of succession, and she is the queen."

"But how could His Highness be a 'false king'..." Hasen asked back in a daze, but it was more like asking and answering himself. In his mind, this was simply impossible.

"Unfortunately, he is." Yarrow turned around and sat up straight, the sharp blade reflected her indifferent side face, "So, the princess can actually inherit the throne."

"No, she, she intended to assassinate the king before, so she has already been exiled!" Hasen said quickly, "She is a sinner."

"Unfortunately, Hassan," Yarrow continued, "the charge is still pending. She was exiled because she contradicted the king... There is no evidence that she did it, but her father said it was true. She was in nothingness. The tower has spent seven years, maybe eight years, she came here full of hatred, and she will never stop until she achieves her goal."

"But……"

"The army she brought, I guess it was a good thing done by the Klander family, the chief cabinet of the fifth district," Yarrow said lightly, "And I am now in the imperial capital, most of the troops are sent to the west, so short Time cannot be mobilized at all, even relying on the magic circle of elves cannot transport so many people."

"General Yarrow!" Hasen looked at the red-haired woman begging for help. He didn't know what to say. Yarrow had told him all about the cause and effect, but he still couldn't accept this reality.

Yarrow continued: "Master Hasen, even if you use all the strength of the guards and the army of the current imperial capital, they will not be able to stop them, and you know, your guards are all dudes who have inherited the title. Putting on airs and scaring civilians ... and once a conflict occurs, it's impossible to end it peacefully."

"Could it be that they occupy the imperial capital and make her the queen?" Hasen's voice trembled, "If His Majesty is here..."

Thinking of the young man's arrogant and contemptuous gaze, Yarrow bent his lips slightly unconsciously: "I hope he is here, but...he will leave one day, we can't rely on him for everything, although this kind of Things should become very simple in front of him..."

"What should we do?" En Bo, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.

Yarrow stood up. "I know they still owe something, maybe someone, I don't know, but I'll find out."

"General Yarrow..." Hasen said suddenly when he saw the woman walking towards the door, "For a moment just now... I thought you were on the side of the princess."

"I don't care which side I'm on," Yarrow said softly. "I've guarded this country for 300 years, Hasson, and I won't let it be destroyed by a hateful woman, and neither will anyone."

"I understand," Hasen nodded, watching Yarrow leave, "I also have something to do."

×××

"Today is the last day," Hughes said softly standing at the window, as if speaking to himself, "It seems that we still can't get rid of the land of the dead."

"Because this is the domain of the neutral gods, the dark gods can only step aside," said the deceased proudly. There were gloomy shadows passing by outside the barrier, with an ominous atmosphere, and the entire castle was as quiet as a cemetery.

"I heard that Roger was arguing with others angrily, asking them to find a way, but no one can do it except me," the deceased continued, "because there are very few believers in the neutral god."

"Very few people would pay that much to please that sullen god," Hughes said with a sigh, "but you really messed up Roger's business completely."

"I'm so happy," the deceased said with a smile. "Although I don't know what it is, we have plenty of time. If you want now, we can use this matter to amuse ourselves."

"Actually, I don't really want to mention it, and well, I don't know very well," Hughes sat down opposite the dead man, "but you are right, we can discuss it to pass the boring time in the land of the dead, by the way Help you find inspiration, what should you do with the people in this castle."

"Let's talk," the dead man ran to the side table and brought over the delicate snacks and freshly brewed black tea. It looked like he was about to have a leisurely tea party in the afternoon. Of course, the content of the conversation was a little dark with violence.

"You..." Hughes wanted to clarify that this is not a tea party, but I'm afraid it won't be effective, so he sighed and said, "Of course, we can also talk about why you killed everyone at that time."

The deceased was drinking tea, and when he heard this sentence, he gently put the teacup on the saucer: "Are you sure you really want to know?"

"We've got a lot of time anyway, don't we?" Hughes said softly.

The deceased looked out the window, in the gray world, there was neither light nor darkness, only the chaotic and ambiguous middle ground.