Black Scepter Chapter 24: Consanas, little surprise
>Balice border.
The borders of any empire are always in a deserted state. Balice is no exception. The vast plains are so flat that even a dog can be seen running a few kilometers away.
However, on such an empty plain, there is a very strange figure.
The gray robe, pulling up the hood at the time of early autumn, the simplest style of cloth, a leather wristband, a pair of old and muddy leather boots, only a backpack to walk around the front and back dozens of round On the border where there are no kilometers, the old man who is not tall has a gray beard, his squinted eyes are raised slightly, and he seems to be looking at the distant scenery.
"I haven't been here for a long time."
Varian Consanas’ footsteps look a bit erratic. Like any elderly man, he is holding a simple wooden cane in his hand. Afterwards, it was difficult to move forward on the soft soil, and I sighed with emotion.
There are many very famous families on the mainland, each of which has a huge influence and can even change the pattern of the mainland under certain circumstances-for example, the one in Ingway is trying to recover the country. The empress, not only by the royal family who accumulated a lot of wealth under the "Blood Mary" tyranny but lost popular support, but to the seemingly invisible Rothschild family behind it. A word is not an exaggeration.
And Rothschild, a giant crocodile in the mainland's strong family, can only be said to be in the front row but not the world.
In contrast, although "Consanas" has not been as dazzling as Rothschild in recent decades, it still ranks in the top ten on the mainland-this is a strange family, its No one knows its roots yet, Fording? Ingrid? Gabriel? Byzantine? Or Gilman, Isingale or Naler?
As if they were living in the shadows, they were more mysterious than the blood clan that had disappeared from the encirclement and suppression. Perhaps the only evidence that allowed people to understand the tip of their iceberg was the existence of "creed".
In the same invisible and shadowless organization, who is the true leader of the "creed", what does it look like, or whether it is a man or a woman, and even most members inside the "creed" do not know, and the only one Several of the upper classes also only knew that their real leaders had the surname "Consanas".
Varian hasn’t appeared in Ballice for a long time. Although he has enough ability to make all the news of Ballice in front of him at the fastest speed, he still walks from far away at this moment. The north came along.
Speaking of this, it’s more like a ritual, meticulous, no sloppy, he didn’t even ride a carriage along the way, no matter the wind and rain or even the snowstorm in the north during the summer season, he used this A constant pace is moving forward.
A cloud blocked the sunlight above the old man's head. He looked up at the sky and raised his arm gently.
A black spot appeared in the distant sky. After circling a few kilometers above the sky for a few laps, the eagle swooped straight down. The eagle suddenly opened its wings and made a buffer action when it was about to reach the ground. Then he rested firmly on the old man's arm.
Holda Golden Eagle, one of the few rare eagle species remaining on the entire continent, was once a purebred eagle that was raised only by the ancient Sigirian royal family.
The wingspan is almost two and a half meters, and the sharp eagle eyes have crown-shaped quills. This is one of the reasons why it was once favored by the royal family-of course, its flight speed and attack ability are among the species of "eagle". Zhong is already a top-notch existence, but it is too difficult for humans to domesticate such an eagle.
In history, the most famous emperor of ancient Siga, Constantinople I, possessed such a gold statue, and none of the three emperors before him and the six emperors of the same period had the ability to tame the gold statue. It also seems to illustrate the ability of the domesticator from the side.
For example, Varian Consanas, an unremarkable old man, when he walks indifferently in the silent plain, no one can imagine the huge "creed", but only one of his countless resources. That's it.
At this moment, the old man lightly stroked the feathers of the golden-brown red-brown body with a faint golden wire. The golden eagle with an amazing weight stood on Varian’s arm with a brace, but there was no trace of it Shaking, the supreme leader of the creed reached out and took off a yellowed parchment from its sharp iron claws, and raised his arm. The handal golden eagle was flying into the sky with a long eagle, blinking Disappeared.
"Hegel? Glass, really a restless kid." The old man looked at the parchment, pouted, and said to himself: "Youth is young, but your mind is still slow It’s just a matter of things that the dead can’t do. What else are you going to do?”
It seemed that he remembered something. He threw away this parchment paper--the letter paper shattered into a powder before it fell to the ground--he reached out and pulled out a simple, simple book from his arms. Turned over gently, the patterns on the top of the tarot cards still carry the old style of hundreds of years ago.
"Oh, old friend Yi Zuer," this unremarkable leather notebook stayed on a set of zero-numbered "Fool" cards, and Varian sighed softly, "After so many years, you are still Leave me endless troubles."
Cityline.
Light rain, dusk.
Jeana’s body was quietly placed in a dark coffin, and the family guards of Windsor in the territory stood neatly at the most recent hillside in the castle tower’s view, and saluted collectively.
Ashkandi sat in a wheelchair and looked quietly at this quiet and flowery hillside and the already dug grave, without a word.
Compton and Irindal stood behind her, followed by several big knights who attended the funeral, including Morpheus’s former instructor Brown.
Looking at the sunset that is about to fall in the distance, Ashcandi, as the person with the highest right to speak here, nodded gently at the great sword master beside the coffin.
Brown and the three knights stepped forward to salute the closed coffin with the Byzantine army’s courtesy of officially conferring the knight.
Drizzling rain fell on the shiny armor of Zheng, wetting Ashcandy's drooping black hair.
The first core member of the night watchman who was killed was lightly lifted by four big knights at this moment, and was placed in the most beautiful flowers on this hillside. Comparison.
There was no priest to read the eulogy, but Ashcandi gently placed the flower from his side in front of her tomb.
Life means death for others.
Jeana de Francois, born in 1410, was buried in an autumn rain in 1433, died of an assassin's attack, and died in the task of protecting Ashkandi.
She has experienced hardships and hardships that no one else may know. She has never had friendship, affection and love in her life, and freedom is beyond reach. A life full of violence ended in violence. The whole life was full of irony for the word "free". She has been sleeping on an unknown mountain so far. Her deeds are not as glorious as those of the imperial knights fighting on the battlefield. There was no medal to prove her honor even when she died.
There were only 27 people attending the funeral, of which Ashcandi alone had communicated with her, and the others had no intersection.
While accompanying her to the burial, there was only a set of heavily worn heavy armor, a broken standard sword and the endless loneliness.
When Ashcandi returned to the tower where the roof was destroyed by Jeanna, the open-air Lord’s Hall was simply packed and left with furniture that had not been damaged but was wet by the rain. After the middle period, Green Eye Ashkandi's mental state appeared to be in a state of malaise-no one knew whether it was because of her heavy psychological burden or the elimination of those monsters that caused excessive energy consumption.
With only Compton left, she regained the silence of the past, and the original positiveness in her eyes began to become more and more diminished with the passage of time. It seemed to gradually return to the kind she had when she first saw Morpheus. Melancholy.
Looking at the ruins in front of her, Ashcandi saw one of the two letters left by Morpheus-she could not tell which one was for her and which one was on the highest shelf Because everything was completely chaotic in the explosion.
At this moment, Morpheus has become the only ray of hope left in Ashcandi’s heart. The letter in her hand is like the last remnant of the night in the eyes of her-in the Lord Hegel’s Army Today, the night watchman without the backbone of the invasion is in jeopardy.
Open the letter paper gently, the familiar font on it made Ashkandy feel a little strange, but after she read the letter, Ashkandi suddenly felt that the last trace of warmth in her heart was also wiped out.
The content of the letter is very simple, and a more concise letter of appointment, namely, "In the event of a sudden crisis, Ashkandi Misri has all powers of the "night watchman consul"."
The letter is formally signed, and there is a line of small characters, indicating that Ashkandi has the right to use all of his preserved Yizuer’s legacy-that represents countless levels of scary magic scrolls and props- And everything was gently handed over to Ashkandi through this parchment, without any unnecessary nonsense or emotion.
Did not even write a reason.
Looking at the testament-like letter in his hand, Ashcandi is at the moment not feeling or moving, but at a loss.
The night watchman said it’s big, but it’s not small. It’s no longer the child struggling in the cracks with Gabrielddin, but he has a firm foothold in Balice and has a knighthood. Although it takes time to develop to the point of confronting the heresy and the sacred Gabriel Empire with the Magic Corps and an iron-blooded organization of the entire territory, maintaining its normal operation is no longer as simple as it used to be.
The green-eyed Ashkandi is not a politician with a king’s ambition, nor a ruthless queen. She is just an autistic girl who has been hovering in her own world for too long to face it. Suddenly falling from the sky, these huge pressures that she can't bear are completely unacceptable to her fragile and melancholic.
It’s not the bad environmental pressure that usually pushes you to despair, but the last breath that you don’t have in your heart.
Why does Ashcandi have multiple personality splits? It was because she could not bear the pressure from the outside and chose to completely escape from herself. The result was a new personality to face everything~IndoMTL.com~ When she fell to the top of her head, Ashcandi flinched instinctively.
She wouldn’t know that the letter that should have been opened by her had disappeared with Jeanna’s last attack, but this letter was placed next to the “Ballichton History” by Morpheus at the top of the shelf. The red eyes queen prepared when she appeared.
All preparations are completely self-defeating at the moment.
Sunrise.
In the empty tower, Ashcandi, who was sitting in a wheelchair for a night, silently opened his eyes as the sun rose in the distance.
The movement gently sorted out the neckline and robe sleeves. The figure that had not stood for a long time in the sun rose lightly, sniffed the cool air in early autumn, looked down at the letter that had not been put down in his hand, and then looked towards The Morpheus armchair in the open-air lord's hall was always sitting quietly.
"A little surprise."
Ashkandi blinked his black eyes and smiled strangely.