Law of the Dragon

"Let me go first, brother," Hughes said cheerfully, "I think we can connect the two things."

"What Roger is going to do has nothing to do with me," said the dead man, puzzled.

"No, no," interrupted Hughes, "you've lived so long that you haven't heard the saying, 'All causes of the present are past'?"

"There is such an old saying," the deceased tilted his head, "the past creates the present, and the present insinuates the future. I like this connection."

"Then it's up to me to say it first," Hughes said, pouring himself a cup of black tea unceremoniously, "remember when you left there, all the undead were sealed by the power of the elf prince? Struggling in the land The undead, they will never be at peace, because they can neither really die nor come back to life."

"Oh, I remember, but you are not one of them," said the deceased. "I could only express my regret at that time. I planned to use them so that they could really rest in peace, but Gabriel..." The deceased thought of that The elf prince with long silver hair, he is so cold and powerful, just like his divine power of light, where there is only the unwilling roar of the undead and a silent silver.Thinking about it so far, that kind of cold power still makes him feel chills.He sighed and said, "Gabriel's seal can last for hundreds of years. Even if his seal is released, those undead have been imprinted with the power of light, I'm afraid..."

"That's right, there is still no grass growing in that place. Every night, those undead will cry unwillingly. They are bound by the seal. The killer of the God of Light is too powerful, and no one can get rid of it," Hughes said lightly. , "I listened to them crying underground for 300 years."

"I'm sure that must be very boring," the dead man looked at his brother sympathetically.

"It's really boring." Hughes shook the handle of the teacup nervously, "Because what I hear is the same every day... Until one day, a little girl and two followers lived in our castle. .”

"That's not our castle anymore," the dead reminded him in a low voice.

"That is still 'our' castle," Hughes said with a cold face. "In terms of ownership, it is still the property of the 'Anr' family, although no one has inherited it."

"Oh, let's continue," the deceased quickly changed the subject. After all, he also killed the only heir. "Why would a little girl live here? Isn't that her home? Could it be that she was three thousand miles away from our home?" relatives?"

"No," Hughes looked at him contemptuously, "There are only a few people in our family, and you killed them all, so there is no time to leave any relatives."

"Who is that?" The deceased coughed softly.

"It's the princess, a down and out girl full of hatred, grievance and despair," Hughes said softly, "Her mother committed suicide for her, and her father tried every means to kill her. She has no friends, but all They are enemies. Even after she was exiled to this land of the dead, her father was still unwilling to let her go, and kept sending assassins over—I simply don’t know how to describe this father-daughter relationship, such hatred, just Deep as love."

"This analogy is a bit scary." The deceased felt that he had to correct it. "He doesn't love her at all. He just hates her. He hates her to death."

"Well, maybe my description is a bit too much," Hughes shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

The dead man was silent for a while and said: "No matter how angry and pitiful she is, that can't stimulate the undead, because the undead are more pitiful than her, they are dead, but she is alive."

"Oh yes," Hughes said softly, "she lives in that castle we have, people gave it a cool name 'The Tower of Nothingness', and no one wants to go near that tower, or even the whole surrounding area. Gabriel's power has affected that land, it is both sacred and full of sorrow and hatred - anyway, after the elf prince came to suppress it, he didn't care about it anymore, and with the passage of 300 years, some undead have died You can move around a little bit."

"Oh, I can imagine the girl's situation. She lives in a place where there are hundreds of times more ghosts than people," the deceased said with a sigh. "I can't imagine that her father would torture her like this. It’s so pitiful that the noble girls of the country are reduced to such a place.”

"But she has to be strong if she's going to survive and get revenge on everyone who has humiliated her," Hughes said softly. She must be strong, because there is no way to retreat. At this time, another guest came to the castle."

"I guess it's Roger, and it's almost time for him to come out," said the dead man. "It seems that the two things we're talking about seem to be connected."

"I don't know what kind of trouble Roger has with you..." Hughes glanced at him and continued, "Maybe if I continue talking, it will make things clearer."

"Go on, so I can understand what to do to completely destroy Roger," said the deceased, biting a muffin. "Of course, I actually have a certain talent for screenwriting, but unfortunately my father never discovered it, so I guess , she made a deal with Roger. It's very helpless, but it's better than she really became part of those undead, poor girl, she suffered too much."

"After the Demon God War, the blood of the human royal family was very attractive to the God of Darkness. Obviously, he spread the hatred of defeat on every race. He hated the human king, and turned back at the end, which caught him by surprise. In the end, he failed." Houston said after a pause, "Anyway, the God of Darkness is such a guy who loves to hold grudges, and everyone knows it."

"That's right," the dead man said with a sigh, "then they reached a deal. Roger is a dark businessman. He knows what he should get from that girl, and he also knows what she wants."

"She wants everything written on her face," Hughes said lightly, "she wants those who have humiliated her to die, she wants to vindicate her wrong, and she wants to pay back those who made her miserable, but... …before she could, her father was dead, so she wanted to get back what was hers."

"What is it?" The deceased asked in a daze.

Houston paused, as if trying to whet his brother's appetite, "This country, brother, she is the first heir, and she can be the queen."

The dead man took a breath, yes, as the minion of the God of Darkness, why did Roger help a down-and-out noble girl? Obviously, it wasn’t just the pain of the other party that would make him happy, he was never a god just for pleasure. Only.He will make a comeback, and the human kingdom will be his first step, because he will not allow himself to fail in the same place, and he will start from where he failed. This god has always been cunning and paranoid.

"The main pavilion in District Five was also bought by them," said the dead man. Before, the Duke of Sacre asked him to find out the person who used black magic. The castle of the Fifth Ward Headquarters.

"That's right," Hughes looked at his brother, "Roger also woke me up and let me participate in it. The chief cabinet of the fifth district has put out a lot of money and manpower, and he has made a lot of investment. "

"If you can't get your money back, wouldn't it be a loss," the deceased smiled softly.

"Indeed," Hughes smiled, "that's why he found his way back in such a corrupt way, but this is not his territory, nor does it belong to his subordinates."

"Roger...yeah, I can't wait to see his defeat," said the deceased softly. "So, his plan has already started, where is it?"

"The queen has arrived in the imperial capital, and according to the established plan, she has led the army into the palace," Hughes tapped his knuckles nervously on the table, "Although the Duke of Clander is by her side, Roger is in charge." Those who plan and execute, they want to win this throne, without Roger, I am afraid it will not be easy."

"I don't think it can be done," the deceased said after thinking for a while, "His Majesty the King is not easy to mess with, and Duke Sacre..." He stopped here because he remembered that when he left Well, the king is not in the imperial capital, and neither is the duke. In other words, there is no reliable person in the imperial capital at all.He was silent for a while and said, "Did the church lead them away? Was the church also involved?"

"Yeah," Hughes said.

The deceased couldn't believe it: "They are believers of the God of Light."

"So what?" Hughes asked back, "You let them summon the God of Light. After the Demon God War, the God of Light has rarely responded to people's prayers. Even Norman's bloodline was cut off several times. I heard that Norman is just a child now, and the church...they are not the same as our church at that time, it is like rotten roots under a towering tree, intertwined and hidden deep, but in fact, they have already Lost faith, reduced to believers in rights."

"...The God of Darkness is about to make a comeback...?" The deceased said hesitantly, "But that's not right, this kind of peace can last at least another 300 years, the mirror of prophecy says..."

"You believe the mirror's lies," Hughes said sarcastically. "Could it be that it foretells the future, and if it doesn't kill me, I'll kill you?"

"Do you think I will kill you because of what the mirror said?" the dead man asked back.

Hughes shrugged: "Oh...what's that for?" He paused, "I've said everything I said, now it's your turn."

The dead man looked at him silently, he didn't want to mention those things, because it was cruel to him as well.He killed the entire castle and his brother with his own hands, and even had hallucinations for a long time, and he couldn't even tell the difference between reality and hallucinations.His brother has not been killed by him yet, he can see him when he turns his head, talk to him, sit on the sofa beside him with a book in his hand, still smiling at him as before.Oh, back then, his hair was black too.

His brother didn't know why he died. During that time, he had been looking for the murderer in the castle, and he thought everyone was suspicious, but all those people died, and the scope of the murderer gradually decreased.

In the end, it was just him and himself.

On the last night, when he pushed open Hughes' door, Hughes' hair turned white overnight, and he would never forget that look of despair.