The dress was tight and heavy, and the belt was suffocating him. The pointed lapels of the lining covered his Adam's apple, and the badge was connected to the silver chain through the loop of the cloak. The combination looked like shackles. Uriel subconsciously grabbed his throat, but the cuffpin got caught on the layers of lace. What is all this? He exerted such force that the sutures broke and the buttons flew out of his wrists. The apprentice blinked, wondering whether he should pick up the button or not. I've never been into fussy clothing.
How did its owner put it on? Uriel couldn't figure it out. This thing is the same as when he entered the dream, it is the costume of the character he plays. I'm in someone else's dream, so things go awry in the mix. It will be back to normal soon, the apprentice thought, there is nothing to rush.
But this waiting process made him extremely awkward. If he were wearing armor, he could still get rid of it, but these fabrics were soft and thin, and would break if he moved slightly. Uriel was currently at a banquet, filled with men and women in rich and complicated clothes. He was torn between his nakedness and his personal habits for a while, and finally chose to stand still. Though speaking from experience, the party guests may not notice him.
He didn't have to wait long. The time in the dream moved forward, the lights went out, and when they came back on, the protagonist of the party had already boarded the red carpet. A young man and woman who were about to get married were clustered at the end of the carpet, looking unnatural. The male apprentice is no stranger to him. He is the "Victor" Veronka. He is actually wearing the silver armor of the Silver Song Knight. The steel is polished to a bright finish, and every pattern is carefully crafted. Only the cloak is slightly longer. The woman had a copper crown on her head and floral ornaments on her arms. Her silk skirt was as long as the groom's cloak. The colors were pure but the styles were complicated. Uriel wanted to step back just looking at it.
A light blue silk scarf covered the bride's face, her cape was sewn with pearls and silk, and fluffy lace was embedded under the updo. She exposed her forehead and fixed her hair with a gem hairpin. At this time, the apprentice noticed that her eyes seemed familiar. I'm afraid it's not an illusion. The information Roma gave him gave Uriel a certain understanding of the ancestors. Today, Helen Dorothea, the "Witch of Destiny", the great astrologer in the tower, is a descendant of Veronca, and she has the eyes of her ancestors.
Even her name is after her. Wilonka's wife is Helen Rothschild, the eldest princess of the Aurenia Empire and the biological sister of MacAdam and Selegon. Your Excellency the "Witch of Destiny"'s mother is her direct descendant.
Time positioning is easy. Uriel remembered that the "Victor" married the princess in the Year of Firestone, two years after the Holly Accords. Their marriage was blessed by all the nobles and the vanished gods, but the emperor did not come in person. History records that Emperor Aurenia was seriously ill at that time and had no choice but to send blessings.
But Uriel saw something different in his dream. The Queen of the Empire did not sit alone in her high seat. MacAdam and a couple accompanied her, and he could not pretend not to hear their conversation.
"This is against the rules." McAdam said with a stern face, "Helen is his daughter anyway. His Majesty the Emperor must attend the party."
"Must?" The nobleman with the female companion beside the queen must be His Highness Selegon. He holds the opposite view to his brother. "Are you ordering your father, Michael? The emperor has no rules that must be followed. He won't come if he doesn't want to, and it's not the first time anyway."
"Helen is different from you. She..."
"...I wasn't born with a handle. That's why, isn't it?"
McAdam's face turned even more ugly: "Don't say this in front of your mother, Selegon."
His brother shrugged and reached out to fill the Queen's glass. "I just spoke his mind. No one but him would think so. The wine is cold. Hetty? You have hot wine over there." His princess meekly went about her maid's work without a trace. No complaints. "If you ask me, it would be better if he didn't come. At least the atmosphere is warm."
"Helen is an imperial princess! She is going to marry the commander of the Silver Song Knights, and our Emperor turns a blind eye just to maintain the atmosphere at the wedding?"
"As far as I'm concerned, it's worth it."
"Your opinion is not important ꓹSelegon."
"That's enough." The queen stopped their quarrel, "We can't point fingers at Elber, he is the emperor. If you really care about Helen and I's feelings, don't be embarrassed here."
Her sons fell silent.
The royal family is not as harmonious as recorded in historical records. It may be that the record officials have made layers of embellishments to cover up the parts that are not suitable for circulation. Uriel had heard about the turmoil in Eastman forty years ago. The continuation of foreign wars caused internal conflicts. The great princes attempted to usurp the throne. The kingdom was full of chaos and wars broke out everywhere. However, in newspapers, the Broken Sword Revolution was just an event that could be mentioned in a few strokes, giving way to entertainment news and job advertisements. Except for scholars, mortals did not care about the past, but only cared about the present and the future. To be honest, I originally belonged to the latter. After all, history cannot be changed.
The atmosphere of the banquet was indeed sustained, and Uriel waited for a long time before changing his clothes back. Fortunately, the guests ignored him as always, so no one noticed the adventurer wearing leather armor emerging from among the nobles in fine clothes. This is the highest-level feast in the empire. Even the servants are well-behaved and well-dressed. Soldiers guard every door. Uriel dare not make any move in front of them. These soldiers are all Silver Song Knights. With Roma's With data support, the apprentice can identify them almost one by one.
He looked around but didn't find Joey. The instructor is not here? It doesn't seem strange either. Those invited to the wedding were all nobles among the nobles, not even lowly knights. Although Joey is a member of the Silver Song Knights, it is impossible for him to gain convenience from this. As for guarding the banquet site, it was just a facade. Even if he was asked to do this kind of job, he would probably not be happy.
At this time, as if in response to Uriel, someone knocked on the door. This was not a polite request. The successive knocks on the door were fierce and heavy, becoming a discordant note in the music. Veronca had to stop kissing his bride and signaled to his subordinates to let them in. "Why didn't anyone report it?" the Archbishop muttered dissatisfied.
"This is an emergency, but their voices are too low." The person who knocked on the door immediately replied, "It's better to change them all to crows." Such a familiar tone, even if he didn't take off his helmet, Uriel could recognize that it was a dream. mentor in.
"What's more important than a wedding?" the queen asked. Her tone was much more dignified, and her expression barely changed. "If not, sit down and have something to eat. Your commander will be pleased."
"Of course." The legend of the Dawn War waved his hand, "Tell me the news. Is there anything else that can make me let go of Helen's hand right now?" The bride blushed and moved her arms, and the floral decorations sprinkled silver powder. .
"The Emperor was assassinated."
The violinist's hand shook, and the music suddenly stopped at its climax. The queen's eyes froze, and the expressions of her two sons suddenly became the same, and they all became portraits. In the candlelight, purple-red wine overflowed from the golden cup and dripped down the tablecloth.
No one records this event, Uriel held his breath, and the history of the tower does not record when the last emperor of Aurenia died. At the wedding of "Victor" Veronka and Princess Helen...God be with you. He couldn't help but shudder.
"Emperor?" "Victor" whispered, his voice seemed to be that of another person, and the bride's face was as white as her gauze skirt. "You mean His Majesty?"
"If it is Emperor Alanwo, I will remember to add the prefix." Joey told him clearly. "Before the news came from the cabinet, the Holy Church had sealed the palace according to the instructions of the prophet. Now the palace guards are searching for the assassin, and I have been ordered to come. Notification.”
"You lied!" The queen stood up suddenly, "This is impossible!"
Selegon put down his glass. "Mother." He held the queen's shoulders in shock, "Maybe it was a joke made by my brother and the legion commander?" But he didn't laugh, and no one in the banquet hall laughed.
McAdam said nothing, keeping his face expressionless.
"I hope so too." Joey bent his knees stiffly, "But now I am a cross knight of the church I belong to, and I am only at the command of the archbishop." Although he had not glanced at the archbishop since entering the wedding banquet. "The monarch was killed on the spot, and the church and tower were too late to save him. My lords, please express your condolences."
You can imagine the mood of the protagonists of the banquet at this moment. Uriel saw the princess fall into the arms of her new husband, and the maids rushed forward. Selegon and his concubine tried their best to comfort the queen and let her slowly sit back in her chair. The candle was knocked over in the soup. The Archbishop grasped the Three Gods Bible with both hands and recited prayers with his lips moving, unaware of the dim light. The guests murmured in low voices at first, and then turned into chaotic discussions and commotion as panic spread.
The emperor was assassinated in the palace. This news is really terrible. Some cried and some tried to flee the scene. The Silver Song knights guarding the gate did not stop him. Perhaps they were also shocked by this sudden disaster. The dream was so real, and everyone's reaction was vivid in his mind. Uriel naturally had no feelings for Emperor Aurenia, but at this moment he couldn't help but feel regretful about changing his attire. Here silks and gowns were more protective than armor. The apprentice looked around, looking for a way out as quickly as possible, but in the end could only stare at his mentor, hoping in vain that he would take off his helmet.
Until the Crown Prince stood up and walked down the steps. "Everyone is silent." McAdam ordered, "Master Legion, your wedding is over. Now I want you to take up arms and bring to justice the assassin who murdered the monarch."
"As you command, Your Highness, not even the gods can forgive him." Veronka said. His anger was like a sharp sword sticking out of its scabbard, forcing the guests in front of the palace to step back and make way. The Silver Song Knights followed him wordlessly. "Lead the way, kid." He said to Joey, "Meet the Templar first."
Uriel could see clearly that his mentor looked away from his fingers as if waking from a dream. Somehow, the apprentice suddenly recalled the scene he saw when he broke into the church backyard in Brumnot. The black knight of the starless night stood in the middle of the corpse, with blood slowly flowing along the steel.
