Dust of History Chapter 8: Decision (below)

"Which is more valuable, the life of tens of millions of people or the life of one person? Even an idiot who can't count knows this comparison. So we should be able to confirm the intention of all of us, right?" Borugan His Excellency glanced at the pale female prime minister and sighed. "Personally, I don't want this either, but I can only make such a choice based on logic and value. I believe you must understand this..."

"And even if he disagrees, he will also be doomed under the doomsday judgment of the dark star. It is better to be a hero and live forever, so you can persuade him like this."

Persuade? Advise him to die? Even the greatest hero, death is death.

Sitting on the carriage back to the Duke's Mansion, the mind of the young female prime minister was also hazy, with countless things bumping and churning inside.

Only she knows best why he went to the Forest of Whispers at that time. If she wanted to talk about responsibility, she felt that this responsibility should be borne by herself. But it is a pity that many things in this world are not just what you want. The leaf of the world tree hardly fused in her body. Elder Lloyd and the Pope both believed that only the body that fused the leaf of the tree and the sun well could be successful.

She could clearly see the slight look in Lancelot's eyes when he spoke. Why it is impossible to arrest him by force is just an excuse to relax his guard. As a politician and leader, she is well aware of these tricks, and she can guarantee that after she leaves, they will definitely discuss a plan that includes her. But she couldn't even resist.

The reason is simple, she is not only a woman, but also the prime minister of the empire.

For the sake of the common people, for the responsibility of the country, and other ideas that have always supported her beliefs, but now she only feels tired, a kind of tiredness that is immersed in the bone marrow and heart, and is tired by these things.

"Don't disturb me, I want to be alone." After waving away the guards and clerk, she returned to the bedroom alone.

Sit for a while. She opened the closet and took out a set of clothes from the bottom shelf inside. This is a somewhat worn-out set of clothes, but it has been washed very clean. Wrapped with the clothes is a sword, a very thin Anka sword.

She took up the sword. Feeling the hilt of the sword that has not been touched for a long time, stepping, stabbing, turning around, pulling out beautiful sword flowers in the air. Until the forehead is slightly sweating. She just stopped and let out a long breath looking at the clothes spread out on the bed. The tattered and ordinary adventurer's suit looks so incompatible with the beauty around her, and she misses it so much, she can't help but want to change into this suit and leave here, no longer caring about the safety of the empire...

The sudden knock on the door woke her up from her contemplation, and she yelled at the door angrily: "Stand back, didn't I say you don't want to disturb me?"

"Really, I'm really sorry." The person outside the door not only did not retreat, but directly opened the door and walked in.

"It's you?" Xiaoyi's pupils constricted suddenly, and she subconsciously raised the sword in her hand. She never expected that it was the Marquis of Inham who walked in, and what she didn't expect was that there was another person behind Inham. It was Sandro.

She didn't call for the guards. If the two of them really wanted to fight, it would be useless to have more guards. And at this time, the two who should have vowed to be incompatible appear here at the same time, and their purpose is definitely not just to deal with her.

"You two, I heard that the Black Star has been born. As necromancers, you shouldn't be here. Is there anything you can do to find me?"

"Of course something happened. Please tell me, what happened in Glory Castle?" Inham looked at Xiaoyi and asked. At this moment, he looked anxious, his hair and clothes were messy, and the elegant and comfortable demeanor of the past had long since disappeared.

"Does it need to be said, someone has finally picked up the black star, the artifact of your necromancers." Now the Lord of the Dead has appeared. Given that these two are undoubtedly enemies as necromancers, how should they deal with it, and how should they find a way to inform Captain Roland.

"Please don't be perfunctory, answer me, who is that person who picked up the hilt of the sword?" It may explode the out-of-control emotions below, and you are already a different person in peacetime. "Don't force me to open your head directly to extract your memory, this is already the greatest patience and demeanor I can maintain now."

"Speak out, little girl. He has already used this method to ask many people, but unfortunately, even the people who escaped from the Castle of Glory can't seem to see who the person holding the hilt is. Just knowing that at least it's not the person I'm worried about..." Sandro looked much more relaxed than Inham. "But I'm also very curious. I think Lancelot and Magnus should have seen it clearly? It's just that it must be troublesome for us to ask, so I can only trouble you to tell us."

Xiao Yi sighed softly, looked straight at the Marquis and said lightly, "It's your son."

"What..." Inham's voice trembled.

"Congratulations, the person who became the king of the dead is your son. At least that's what Magnus and Lancelot told me. I thought of this and they have no reason to lie to me."

"What...how is it possible..." Not only did Inham's voice tremble, but his entire body began to tremble. It's not that he didn't hear clearly, his eyes kept looking at Xiaoyi's mouth, he could see even the slightest muscle changes, and he could clearly hear the vibration of each syllable. Most importantly, the answer In fact, it was already faint in his heart.

When Javi didn't use the teleportation scroll to go to Erathia, he already had a faint feeling of ominousness, and then he didn't get any news about Jawi from the people who escaped from the shining castle, because Harvey had foreseen this result a long time ago, but he couldn't believe it. He himself rode a gargoyle to get close to the army of undead marching towards Diyagu, and he also commanded the eagle-eyed puppet to get close, but needless to say, he was a puppet made with necromantic magic, and even he himself was almost killed by the black star. His breath wiped out his sanity. I tried my best, but until now, the news I heard with my own ears shattered my hopes to pieces.

Sandro frowned when he heard the news. He seemed to want to say something, but he still didn't speak.

Inham raised his head to the sky and let out a wail. When he lowered his head again, his face was covered with tears. All the emotions that were about to explode just now disappeared, and even the vitality seemed to have disappeared from his eyes. haggard. Just in this breath, he seemed to be decades old.

There were chaotic footsteps approaching outside, and a group of guards rushed in and surrounded Sandro and the Marquis. When the two broke in just now, they were already noticed. Many guards drew their swords to face each other, and there were two magicians preparing magic.

"You don't need the ghost king's robe anymore, so give it back to me now." Sandro said lightly. Without saying a word, Inham took off the robe he had been wearing all the time and threw it to Sandro.

"What are you going to do now?" Sandro asked. The two of them didn't glance at the guards and swords around them, as if they were all air.

Inham shook his head slightly, but still didn't speak, just opened a teleportation scroll. The surrounding guards shouted in unison and were about to make a move immediately, but his eyes were still empty and powerless.

"Stop it all. Let him go." Xiaoyi waved her hand. No matter how distracted she was, she didn't think these guards could really deal with him.

The blue light dissipated, and Inham's figure disappeared from the room. The guards stared blankly at the remaining Sandro, and then at the Prime Minister, at a loss. They are not completely mediocre, at least they can feel that these two people are not what they can deal with.

"Mr. Sandro, is there anything else you can do?" Xiaoyi looked at Sandro.

"Little girl, the Pope and Lancelot came here to see you. I guess they just told you that everyone is about to die. Even the elves attended your meeting, presumably for some discussion What came out. I'm a little curious about this." At this moment, Sandro glanced at the guards who were staring at him. "Tell these people to go."

Xiaoyi remained silent and did not speak~IndoMTL.com~eyes flickered. The surrounding guards became even more nervous, but none of them dared to make random moves.

"Even if you don't tell me, I can probably guess it. You have to know that Magnus may not know as much as I do. After all, I am the one who has guarded the hilt of the sword for so many years." Sandro looked at Xiao Yi slowed down her voice. "Since I can come to you for questioning, you should also know the reason, or what Inham said just now, don't lie to me or perfunctory me."

After pondering for a while, Xiaoyi sighed heavily, and waved to the guards in the room: "You all get out, and...these two are distinguished guests I invited, don't be too panic, today's The matter of the two of you coming here is not allowed to be leaked."

After a while, Sandro nodded heavily. "Sure enough, it's exactly what I thought, these guys..."

Xiaoyi's expression was extremely tired, and this short period of narration exhausted all her energy. "I can't help it now, I don't bother to care about anything, you go and tell him to let him find a way to escape quickly, escape from the mainland and go to the Far East..."

"Where is he now?"

"Whispering Forest, he went to ask the elves to help him heal Gru, and Lancelot sent a few people to follow him."