Law of the Devil

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Chapter 134 [Imperial Illness] (top)

The same crippled hands and feet, the same waiter costumes, the same demeanor. All this immediately reminds Dewey of the night she was assassinated in Giant Wood Town on the way to Dido!

His brazen anger just appeared on his face, the waiter immediately noticed, and his otherwise rocky calm expression immediately flashed a little vigilance. After a step back, he suddenly appeared in his eyes and stared closely at Dewey!

Dewey's hand has touched a magic scroll in her sleeve. Since the assassination, Dewey has had a good habit of sewing two pockets in the sleeve of his magician robe, the wide sleeve of his robe is a great place to hide weapons, and pockets in both robes contain several magic scrolls to quickly protect himself in case of danger.

At this moment, Dewey pinched a magical petrochemical scroll in his hand and carefully stared at the waiter. As soon as he dared to move slightly, he was ready to pop the scroll out of his sleeve.

“My dear friend, what's wrong with you? Looking at your face, seems a little uncomfortable?” With a gentle greeting, Prince Chen suddenly slowly took a step, which was just right. If there was any mild smell on his body, he immediately dissipated the killing between Duwei and the waiter and instantly dissipated the crisis from the invisible. This seemingly simple step by Prince Chen seemed to have been deliberately and unintentionally stopped in the middle of Duwei and the waiter.

Dewey grinned and looked deeply at His Highness: "Nothing, just a sudden headache.” Later, his eyes crossed Prince Chen and fell on the waiter's hand. "I'm just curious, why is this waiter's hand in such a place...”

The waiter seemed relieved, bent over silently and bowed respectfully to Dewey, but even as he bowed, his body was tight and seemed ready at all times. Dewey looked at him, motionless, and the waiter bowed and retreated quietly.

“This is not the right place.” Prince Chen whispered quietly into Dewey's ear, and as soon as Dewey glanced, he saw the young emperor's deep eyes, and he coughed in disguise: “I was just curious. ”

Later, Prince Chen had pulled Dewey out of the door and came to the terrace.

The terrace is large, the green stone carved underneath the dark night, and the outline looks mysterious. Dewey deliberately looked at the statue of an ancient warrior in front of him, who was armed with a long sword and stood quietly on the stone platform. Dewey approached him and looked at the warrior's face. His eyes were actually set with gems. The long sword in his hand was also engraved with ivory. Under the faint moonlight of the surrounding area, the ivory emerges with a faint warm and gentle glow.

“The backstage of this place should be the military.” Staring at this samurai statue for a long time, Dewey suddenly said something.

Prince Chen held onto the railing on the terrace with a crystal glass in his hand and listened to Dewey. Instead of answering immediately, he sipped a little wine first and took a deep breath, smiling: “Look, the terrace is still good. The roses in the garden below bloom so beautifully… it would surely be a wonderful thing to bring your beloved girl in front of such moons and flowers.” Prince Chen turned and looked at Dewey: “My friend, tell me, do you have a beloved girl? ”

“…” Dewey Moore looked at His Highness and thought carefully for a while...

My dear girl?

I don't know why, thinking of this phrase, Dewey suddenly appeared in his mind the other day at Walker Harbor, when he said goodbye to little Vivian, and that speech was a little stubborn, reddish little magician, and she kissed her cheeks slightly, timidly, and then left.

“Perhaps, yes.” Dewey couldn't help smiling.

Prince Chen looked quietly at Dewey and his handsome face revealed a faint glimmer: “Too bad I didn't. ”

He shook his head and drank all the wine in the glass. Then he dropped the glass and walked over to Dewey, smiling. “You guessed well just now, the backstage of this place is indeed the military. ”

The expression on Dewey's face didn't change much.

“I don't know what just happened to you.” Prince Chen frowned slightly: “But I need to remind you that in this place you better not do anything beyond the usual. The depth of the water in this place, you can't imagine. Even if your father were here, he wouldn't want to mess with the people behind it. ”

Speaking of which, Prince Chen glanced at Dewey: “What are you thinking? ”

“It's nothing," Dewey bluntly said. “It's just that I feel like this place was opened by the military… it was a little unexpected. The Imperial Army in the Hall of Fame actually makes such a place... ”

“Yes.” Prince Chen's eyes flashed a little worried, whispering: “It's sad... maybe this is one of the signs before the big mess. ”

Then he sighed and stood side by side with Dewey: “It's not really a secret. In the aristocratic circle of Didu, everyone knows it, but nobody breaks it. Even my father knew this place existed and that the military had made such a place around Didu... hey! Do you think my father would be happy if the Imperial Army, the army that guards the glory of the Empire, did this? Every time I mention this place, he gets angry and smashes things... but what can I do about it? Even some of the military commanders, including your father, had no interest in the place, but there was nothing they could do. ”

“Why?”

“Because of the money!” Prince Chen smiled bitterly: "Because of the lack of military spending! ”

Prince Chen raised his head and looked at the bending moon in the sky. He sighed softly: “My father, His Majesty Emperor Augustine VI, ruler of this continent, ruler for forty-four years... To be honest, if he was born in a time of war... such as the Aragon period, or the turbulent era when our Augustine family came to save the empire, I'm afraid with my father's character, he could be a king of the Ming Dynasty! He likes kung fu, so joyful kung fu. His favorite is the Civil War. He needs constant conquest to satisfy his inner glory needs... In fact, this is not a flaw. If it were a war, it would be a good personality advantage for a monarch, but unfortunately, he was born in a stable era of empire... and in a millennial-old empire, the country has reached a time of extreme and debilitating! Such an age has given rise to a monarch with a desire to conquer, and that is not the blessing of a nation. ”

Dewey did not speak - the other side was His Majesty the incumbent Emperor, and it was a great sin to demean the monarch behind this. The other side is the Emperor's favorite youngest son. He said behind his back that his old man can't hear a few words. It doesn't matter if people know about it, but he can't answer!

“Forty-four years of my father's reign, unfortunately the whole continent has been reunited. Where else can he conquer and vent his desire to conquer? Only the Northwest Desert is followed by those who have always had some frequent movements. Twenty years ago, a desert expedition organized by my father slaughtered an entire hundred thousand different races, stained with yellow sand, a year known as the Year of the Bleeding. Alas... Father is in too much of a hurry. Those heterosexuals, though frequently divergent, were all small-time and generally under the reign and control of the Empire. But because of his father's anxiety, he found a goal that could be unleashed, and did everything he could... After holding up the lust of his life, he turned into a killing atmosphere. That conquest, although it severely traumatized the opposite race, butchered the blood of 100,000 people, but caused the opposite race to forge a deep blood feud with the Empire, and the original pacification policy was no longer effective. Alas... unfortunately, the previous emperor, my grandfather's efforts for 30 years have been wiped out by his father's slaughter knife!” Speaking of which, Prince Chen glanced at Dewey: "That war of expedition to the desert, you know? ”

Dewey nodded.

Although the war took place 20 years ago, when Dewey did not come to the world, he was familiar with many history books and literature, and Dewey probably knew about it.

To the north-west of the continent lies a vast desert, deep in the desert, geographically narrow grasslands and backed by snow mountains. On that land, there is a nomadic heresy, not inferior in nature, and it defends martial arts and courage. That people had been conquered by the Empire during the Aragon period, but after all, the separation of the desert between the interior and the grassland peoples became the greatest obstacle to the Empire's control of the area. For centuries, the Empire has had weak control over that conquered nation. That nation has also often waged small rebellions. The empire has repeatedly requisitioned and always won, but the vast desert has caused heavy losses in the empire's supplies, and every time war is won, it is often not compensated.

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