Juliana’s workshop Chapter 57: Myths and historical stories

　　 The old emperor and Lulu Naka did not stay in the garden for too long. At this late night time, in a place like a garden, it is not a good place to talk. Although it is winter, it does not mean that there are no bugs to bother them.

　　The old emperor and Lulunaka walked in the long corridor of the palace. The tall old emperor, the petite Lulu Naka, looks like a pair of grandparents. The pace of the old emperor was slow, but the span of stepping out was large enough that Lulunaka could only trot to follow him. Naturally, the palace is not the only two of them. There are maids and guards. Looking at them from a distance, it is obvious that they are avoiding.

　　"Why are these people so far away from you and dare not come close?" Luluna looked around, looking like a curious baby, "Are you not good to them?"

　　 "I like to be quiet." The old emperor said, "Now, even more so."

　　The old emperor took Lulunaka to his study, and the guard standing in front of the door also left after seeing the old emperor’s gestures. Lulu Naka looked at the guard's straight back and sighed with emotion, "Huh... do you just trust me so much?"

　　 "What is there to worry about, here, there is no one who will harm me, and the assassin can't get in at all." The old emperor opened the door and made a welcome gesture to Lulunaka and let her in.

　　"Have you never thought that I might be an assassin?" Lulunaka crossed the threshold and entered the study.

　　 "An assassin can't come to me... but the one who can come to me is naturally not an assassin."

　　Lulunaka grinned, "I like this kind of fallacy, it makes people unable to refute it at all."

　　 "This is right theory." The old emperor also smiled.

　　Lulunaka entered the study and began to scan around again. Is it worthy of being the emperor's study? Whether it is decoration or decoration, it is perfect. There is no nouveau riche like stacking gold and silver, and there is no sense of arty. Beautiful carpets, comfortable chairs and desks, and several bookshelves that are not full of books. In addition to books, there are also a lot of peculiar things here. The specimens of Warcraft occupy a whole wall of the map, which is filled with chess pieces and a large number of magnets. What attracted Lulunaka's attention most was a huge hourglass standing on the ground. It was not sand, but shimmering fine gems.

　　 "Wow...this is such a luxurious treat." Lulunaka's eyes glowed, and she trot to the hourglass, reaching out to touch this worthy thing. The "sand" in it was already valuable enough, and the hourglass itself seemed to be polished out of white jade, and it was no longer precious to describe it-this is exactly the treasure that the Emperor's House is qualified to get. The gems in the hourglass are slowly falling. It is amazing that these finely divided gems will slide up along the inner wall of the glass, return to their original positions, and then continue to fall.

　　 "The gift that an old mage gave me in the past is too heavy. It is of no use except to look at it."

　　 "It's Rozevan Kay?" Lulunaka said his personal name, and the old emperor was taken aback, "It's really him, so you know him."

　　 "I saw that very big-tempered kid grow up, of course I met. I like flashy things, but I'm a serious person, not the type who becomes crazy after learning magic." Lulunaka replied "But he is not my student, don’t get me wrong, don’t let him put gold on his face."

　　 "You know the old man so much, I thought he was your student." The old emperor heard Lulu Naka's evaluation of an old mage, he laughed, and sat on the chair behind the desk superior.

　　 "Because of something a while ago, many people knew that I was back, and he was one of them." Lulunaka was dissatisfied and just reached out and touched the beautiful hourglass, climbed up directly, and sat on it." This relationship still needs to be clearly distinguished, otherwise, for his own purposes, if he deliberately creates such a relationship that does not exist at all, then I will become his convenient tool?"

　　 "You know him well."

　　 "You don’t know him as much as you do, Your Majesty." Lulunaka smiled, "I only know Rozevan Kay from the past, but you are the one who knows him now. People always change, and I have not witnessed the process of change. To me, that is already a stranger. But you are different. A great person like you can control that kind of guy, right?"

　　The old emperor touched his beard and put the hookah on the table, "You don’t seem to have a high opinion of him?"

　　Lulunaka shook her head quickly, "How can I give an evaluation to a stranger without authorization? You should be the most clear about his level."

　　 The old emperor nodded, "He is a respectable old man." He is already an old man, but in front of those old mages who are similar to monsters, he is just a "young man".

　　 "That's not enough." Lulunaka said, "You can use it happily, and don't care about other people's comments and eyes, but the emperor has the privilege."

　　 Lulunaka said this, her eyes continued to move around, and then she saw something she was interested in. It was a painting behind the old emperor. The painting occupies the original wall, just above his head, which is quite conspicuous. Lulu Naka squinted her eyes and stared at the mural behind the old emperor from a distance~IndoMTL.com~ Oh...what's the matter with the painting behind you? "

　　 The old emperor did not look back. After spending decades in this study, he naturally knew what was behind him, "It records the historical story of the rise of the new moon. The history at that time, you should compare I am more familiar."

　　 is a picture of a heroic man in animal armor riding a strong black horse with a group of riders behind him, galloping across the plain. On the other half of the mural, there are various monsters driven by men, and the identities of hunters and prey have been completely reversed. The murals are undoubtedly made by famous artists, very delicate, and every inch of material is probably worth a thousand dollars.

　　 But Lulunaka is not concerned with the value of the mural itself, she is concerned with other things. "Is this a historical story or a mythical story?"

　　"For me, it is both history and myth." The old emperor replied, "But for you, it may only happen overnight."

　　The old emperor stood up, walked to the closet beside him, and took out a roll of parchment from inside. The edges of the parchment paper have been yellowed, and it looks like it is some years old, but it is not broken because it is well preserved. The old emperor spread out the parchment and placed it on the desk, and Lulunaka also ran over.

　　 Seeing the content on the parchment, Lulunaka made a sound similar to feeling, "Oh...that's why you know my face."

　　 is also a painting on parchment. The man on it is the same as the man in the mural, and the knight behind him is also the same. It's just that this time they are no longer facing Warcraft, but a petite girl sitting on a high altar. The girl's face is not very clear, but Lulunaka's appearance can be vaguely seen.