After the door opened, people fled the banquet hall in droves, as if the devil was chasing them. Princess Hetty and a group of maids stayed to look after the queen, and the bride was carried up the steps and laid flat on the carpet. Following the crowd was the best time to leave the banquet, but Uriel hesitated for a moment and walked to the steps. "Your Majesty the Queen." I hope they can notice. "I am...a magician. I can temporarily help Her Royal Highness to stabilize her mind."
The maid was startled by him, she must have never noticed him before. The queen raised her head and asked, "Who are you?"
"Missionary, invited by the legion commander to attend the wedding banquet." He told so many lies that he almost believed it himself.
"Preacher," Princess Hetty repeated, "how can magic help? You cannot raise the dead!"
"That's it, ma'am. There's nothing I can do about the disaster at the palace, so I have to do whatever little useless work I can."
"Let him come," the Queen ordered. She is a weather-beaten woman, and no amount of makeup can hide the traces of time. She gave birth to three children for her husband, and now she is about to have a child. As the emperor's wife, although she is no longer young, her noble status makes her look majestic. "What does it look like to let Helen wake up and lie down all the time? She is a woman with a husband now, not a stupid little girl. A princess should be sensible earlier than a peasant girl."
Then the Queen stood up, startling Princess Hetty. "Come to the temple with me and send two, no, three guards to accompany you. A man is responsible for arresting the assassin. We must pray for Elbor's soul."
"The High Septon is probably praying."
"He can't even pronounce my daughter's wedding vows smoothly!" the queen said harshly. "The vague prayers cannot enter the ears of the gods. I must read them myself. Hetty, you should stay and go to the secret whispers with Helen." tower."
The queen hurriedly left with her maid, leaving her daughter-in-law and newly married daughter to a guest wearing armor and sword who was attending the wedding banquet. The apprentice didn't react for a moment. Fortunately, they were not the only ones here. Several female family members and young attendants were hiding in the corner, looking out in fear.
He stepped onto the steps bravely. In fact, divine magic has little effect on treating mental stimulation. Uriel used the skills he learned from Ms. Mabel to carefully touch the dream of Her Highness the Princess. He didn't know what it felt like to dream in a dream, and Princess Helen was not a real person, but everything had to be tried before being finalized.
Veronka's bride is the ancestor of Ms. Helen, the "Witch of Destiny", and Uriel cannot turn around and leave. Back then, he could sit back and watch the mercenaries being slaughtered by free men in the wilderness of Blackwood County, but now he couldn't bear it. It seems that I am not as impartial as I thought.
Dream Weaver's method is quite effective. Her Royal Highness quickly woke up, grabbed the chair and stood up. Hetty reached out her hand to her, only to hold it awkwardly in the air and had to quickly withdraw it. "Everyone's gone?" she said suddenly.
Uriel had to explain to her the whereabouts of the banquet guests and the protagonists. "It's time for me to leave. Your Highness, please obey Her Majesty the Queen's order and leave with Mrs. Hetty. The church is still short of manpower."
"Temple? Isn't it always the tower that is short of manpower? The wizard got his own guard, and the astrologer was dissatisfied because of it. Even today..." The princess paused. "Where is my father's body?"
"I don't know, Your Highness. Someone led the way, and the Silver Song Knights left with him." Uriel also wanted to follow his mentor, but it was too late now. "Please forgive me. I must take my leave now."
"You are all afraid of him, aren't you?" Helen suddenly asked.
"Excuse me, Your Highness, who?"
"My father, your emperor."
"He is a great monarch, worthy of awe." Although not as good as his son-in-law. "Why do you ask about this?"
"So he has to die? There is no threshold for mystery. It should be easier for the emperor! You want him to die. That prophecy..."
The apprentice's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. "prophecy?"
Mrs. Hetty approached her and said, "Your Highness." But the princess ignored her reminder. The young princess stood helplessly at the dining table, as weak and aggrieved as a maid being punished by her master. Uriel noticed a strange look in Princess Helen's eyes, which seemed to be pride. He didn't understand why Princess Helen would be so proud of the death of her father and the emperor.
"It's already happened, so what if you say it?" The princess avoided Mrs. Hetty's extended hand. Obviously, she doesn't like to see her brother's wife. "I am not the heir to the empire. I can do whatever I want. Maybe you will become the queen in the future, Hetty, but that has nothing to do with me."
Already happened? "I'm sorry, Your Highness, you said someone predicted the emperor's death?"
"I thought everyone knew about this."
Even as an outsider, Uriel found it unbelievable. The prophecy indicates that the Emperor Aurenia is in danger, and his daughter is still preparing for her wedding. Maybe the royal family wanted to show their strength. But after hearing the conversation between the queen and her sons, Uriel felt that this was not the case. No wonder the emperor was not present. The wedding guests were so mixed that problems would easily arise no matter how well they were screened.
But despite this, the emperor died.
Uriel forced himself not to think about his mentor's appearance when he informed the emperor of his death: "Is there a description of the assassin?"
The princess has descended the steps. "For him, everything is full of assassins." She didn't look back. "He doesn't even trust the Queen Mother. The astrologer announced His Majesty's fate, and we can't do anything. Maybe it's the Prime Minister, maybe it's the Archbishop, Or my two younger brothers? Whatever they are. Anyway, there is no shortage of candidates for the throne. I am already a married woman, and I am no longer your princess. I have my own things to do. Hetty?"
Mrs. Hetty said not a word. She glanced at the apprentice shyly and curiously, and stepped past him with Helen. It is said that her wedding was incomplete, without a banquet and blessings, and only her husband's love was enough. Two women married to the most powerful men in the empire, Uriel thought, their fate seemed obvious from now on, without the need for an astrologer to watch. Their knight is not here, and they still have to face the war.
Uriel turned and rushed out of the door, hoping to catch up with the Knight of Silversong. Of course the mentor wouldn't wait for him, but Joey didn't know what was waiting for him. This was indeed a dream, a dream of memory constructed from confessions, Uriel already understood. This is Joy's past, a history of the ancestors, and the legacy of the empire buried deep in the ashes of the Dawn War.
Because Princess Helen did not dream. While she was unconscious, what Uriel saw was the Tower of Sky, the Witch of Destiny that the apprentice was familiar with. Helen Rothschild existed in history, but here she is just a shell.
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The smell of blood made him want to vomit, but he couldn't escape. What's wrong with me? Mike wondered, would dead people make me feel uncomfortable? Or is it because my body has the same blood as the dead? what on earth is it? He couldn't understand.
The archbishop was filled with grief and choked with sobs as he announced the autopsy results: "His Majesty passed away." As if others couldn't tell.
The assassination scene was like a slaughterhouse. The body of the Aurenian Emperor Elber Hersham Rothschild lay on his side on the bed, with a large gaping hole from the chest to the lower abdomen, and the intestines and internal organs fell slippery into the carpet. His arm rested peacefully on his waist, and his other hand rested under his head in a leisurely manner. This is hardly like the state a person should be in before death, if judged based on the wound.
"The cause of death is related to magic." The Archbishop then said something useful. "I think it is black magic."
"The wizard of the temple has found the corresponding black magic and will send the murder weapon later." Prime Minister Thurston said, "Tell us something we don't know, Lord Bishop. For example, how the dark wizard broke into the palace. Who was in charge of guarding before?”
"Me and another guy," Joey said.
"The emperor died under your eyes?"
"No. Not before my shift."
The Prime Minister turned to glare at him: "When will His Majesty the Emperor's death be?"
"My last class..." Knight Commander Silver Song coughed violently, interrupting Joey's report. Otherwise, this kind of useless questioning would have to continue for several more rounds, Mike was sure.
"Who's on duty? Come forward."
Mike didn't recognize the two palace guards. They were both Knights of Silversong, Veronka's subordinates. Mostly newcomers. According to their description, no one entered or left the bedroom during this period, and they had nothing to do with the emperor's death. They probably didn't lie, but Mike had to punish them for their omission. However, the mysterious assassin is hard to guard against. He once proposed to let "Primary Source" protect the palace, but he was opposed by the cabinet. He forgot the reason for his objection. Now the courtiers may have nothing to say... No, they will immediately rush to invite "Chu Yuan" to look after their homes and courtyards for them.
When the things arrived, Mike realized that their discussion was pointless. A disemboweled cursed straw man. Damn, I'd be stupid to follow Thurston's line of thinking. This old bastard didn't even ignite the fire, and his mind was still stuck in the stage of slashing with swords among ordinary people. He waved his hand angrily and saw Joey's sarcastic look.
This little bastard seemed to only have this look in his eyes when he looked at people. Mike turned his head. Anyway, he couldn't say anything, the validity of the contract was absolute.
"The assassin is probably not in the palace." The Silver Song Knight searched the entire palace and couldn't find a hair of the dark wizard assassin. Although there is a list of guests at the wedding, it still takes a lot of time to implement them one by one. The city-wide manhunt is still going on, and Mike is not going to wait here until the late emperor rots.
"Send someone to ring the bell. Lord Archbishop, please help His Majesty get dressed." He ordered. Let people obey him as they obey their father. Mike was very confident at first, but now he is not sure. As long as the assassin is not caught for a day, people will speculate whether it is the heirs of the empire who killed him. Either I or Selegon will eventually become the murderer. They dare not slander him face to face, but whisper behind his back.
Mike gritted his teeth. No one wants to see the late emperor pass away at this time more than he does, but...
...Knight Commander Silver Song slammed the door open, and the metal lock immediately broke. "The assassin has been caught." His tone was quite surprising, "That's a natural elf."
"Let's go." Mike turned around and left his father's body with the monk.
