The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 149: The Soul of Listening (Part 1)

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The spring in the Southern Continent is already hot and dry. At 5:30 in the afternoon, the accumulated heat of the day gradually dissipates. The north wind blowing from the endless sand sea brings a rare coolness to the city of gold. The tree shadows in the Harimaya Manor In the whirling courtyard, a grand celebration banquet has just begun. Colorful ribbons hung between the palm trees. Men and women dressed in costumes sit around the round table. They are built according to the concentric circle symbol of the lord **** Luta, and can accommodate a hundred people at the same time. The giant round table was filled with distinguished guests and friends, and the exquisite dishes were delivered to the table by the male servants. In the center of the round table is a dance floor. The sunset illuminates the colorful lights in the center of the dance floor. The five-member small band is playing cheerful waltz. /

The opposite of all these pleasant and beautiful things is the depressive atmosphere of the banquet. Prince Harimaya with a pale face was sitting in an armchair. He did not speak. No one dared to hold up a wine glass and say a word of blessing. Hundreds of guests can only sit in their seats honestly, watching the fragrant dishes slowly get cold. At this banquet, "The son of Prince Harimayan Emir Ibn Shakar, the wise, upright, and brave king The nephew of the Great Isaiah Ink, the mayor of Malakanda, the president of the Namozha Trade Road Association, and the only royal inspector of the Northwestern Province, Du Ibn Shakar, "knowingly did not attend, and supported Khremi Of course the guests of Governor Yass did not appear. This was supposed to belong to the royal party’s victory dinner, but a bold attack that happened under the nose made the prince lose his face. Although the new baron was unscathed, he was old at this time. The prince’s heart is like ten thousand sand-eaters galloping horizontally and horizontally, and he can’t wait to cut the manor guard into pieces on the spot and feed the dogs to vent his anger, but in front of the two protagonists of the banquet, Emile Shakar can only do it. Enduring the anger, the right hand holding the wine glass could not help shaking slightly,

Jonah and Asai are sitting on the right hand of the old prince. The Oriental stared at the food on the plate and asked quietly, "When will I have dinner? You are invited to the royal dinner at seven o'clock. , But I have to find a way to fill my stomach... This plate of pineapple sour chili barbecue has missed the best time to taste, the tender and juicy veal is getting cold every minute, and the hot gravy is condensed into Disgusting white grease, ah ah ah... this, this is a crime."

The third-level astrologer lowered his head with a helpless expression: "The prince said that he must wait for the guard captain of the Golden City to come to the door to apologize. The ghost knows when the captain can arrive at the manor..."

Asai secretly stretched **** to the grilled meat on the plate, "Although in our Eastern dinner, the elderly must first move the chopsticks to start, but compared to the heinous charge of spoiling food, I am still a little bit Go against the ancestral precepts...just eat a small piece, a small piece..."

Jonah slapped the orientalist's hand back: "Don't make trouble, many people are watching us."

This strangely huge round table is actually a ring. Across the small dance floor, dozens of boring guests are secretly observing the winners selected by the royal samurai, the new celebrities who were added by the eyes of the emperor. Several female guests stared at Asay with interest, whispering to each other about the appearance, figure and maverick braid of the Oriental. Of course, several younger aristocratic ladies were more interested in Jonah. For a few minutes A considerable amount of winking eyes have been thrown inside, so that the astrologers dare not look in that direction.

Asai’s affection for food reminds Jonah of being alone, the guy who can’t be said to be an enemy or a friend, the captain of the Guards of the Golden Hammer Army of the Zavi Empire, and the Golden Land Dragon Knight Qiaopu, he seems to like food. All of the men are optimistic and easy-going optimists who like to smile. To say the difference between the two, Qiaopu is a trustworthy warrior with a strong conviction, and this guy from the East is curious about everything and a little off doing things. Unreliable man on the line,

As if hearing the voice of the young man around him, Asai, who was full of his mouth, raised his head: "What."

"What? I didn't say anything." Of course, Jonah refused to admit his defamation. He didn't believe that mysterious Orientals could be so mysterious as to listen to others' hearts.

"Oh, that's what I heard." Asai said vaguely, swallowing a big mouthful of barbecue, and while the prince did not pay attention, he grabbed the wine glass and drank half a glass of sparkling wine, the servant behind Immediately came over to help him refill the golden wine, and thoughtfully removed the half-stolen appetizer, and replaced it with a new plate of steaming hot pineapple sour chili barbecue.

"...If it’s hot, don’t say it soon..." The Easterners chewed and chewed the cold beef in their mouths into a thick-fiber pancake, neither swallowing nor vomiting, looking up and complaining. Jonah, "It’s all to blame. You are so fond of bad guys because of the rat. You can count as many fights after you stay with you for a few days."

"I didn't choose it myself." Thinking about this, Jona was a little angry, "Either you go by yourself, why don't you go with me."

Asaibai glanced at him: "Cut, there is a hereditary baron who is secretly protected by a great swordsman. The fool doesn't act with you. Anyway, when shall we leave for the Vedas."

While the two were chatting, there was a noise from the door of the manor. It didn’t take long for three fast horses to sprint across the green grass, holding the reins a hundred steps away from the courtyard, three men He saddled off his horse and trot to the banquet table. Accompanied by the two light knights, the officer bowed on one knee and saluted in front of the prince. It is said that the officer who was the captain of the Bactria garrison was Major Sams Thadis, a ill-fated officer. An awkward man, sitting next to Asai is a talkative Earl of the Empire. Since just now, he has been using awkward Western lingua franca to explain the political situation and character profiles of the Golden City, whether the audience likes it or not, and the interest of the lecture. According to him, this major Sardis is a civilian hero who grew up from a grassroots swordsman. He has no background and is not inclined to any political power. Therefore, he can serve as the captain of the imperial city garrison. But since he took office, the Emperor’s political struggle with Heremias has been precarious, and it has become a public buffer and punching bag. The attack on the Harimaya Manor is really wrong for this man to be responsible. , But Lord Prince doesn’t seem to be able to find a better step,

"Your prince, your prince, your prince, your prince, your prince..." Major Sardis, who has a moustache and looks a bit like the uncle next door, knelt on the ground and greeted respectfully. He was not stammering. , Because there are only five dukes among the many big figures here, and the number of earls and below is countless. Prince Harimayan’s face is second to none in the Golden City. Everyone knows that the prince is the closest person to His Majesty. Most nobles are in peace. As well, Na made plans to rush to the two venues. First come to the manor for breakfast and dinner, and then go to the palace for evening dinner. It is good and harmless to get close and close.

Neither Jonah nor Asai are in the political circle. They have not listened carefully to the introduction since just now. At this moment, watching the old prince scold the captain of the security team bloodly, and feel a bit miserable and boring. I started chatting secretly again,

"You said to go to the Vedas. I told the prince just now that he asked him to help me post a notice on the main street of Bactria to find two partners. I must stay here until May 15th. This is an agreement between Elliott, Long Ji and me." Jonah said,

"But I have to arrive early, otherwise I will enter a recession again if I miss the best time, and it will be more troublesome to do things..." The Oriental is annoyingly playing with his braid tips,

"Then next month, wait for you to get stronger again, don't you do anything." asked the astrologer,

"This matter has been delayed for more than half a year. If it is not completed, I am afraid the employer will go crazy." Asai said with a headache, "Credit, my precious reputation is declining..."

"Speaking of, what are you going to do, the Vedas are said to be a very strange place." Jona asked,

"...If I want me to tell you the truth, I must first tell me about you. What are you doing to protect and kill you? What secrets are hidden in you." The Easterner asked slyly. Tao,

"...then let's change the topic." The astrologer thought for a while and decided to postpone the matter for a while. Unlike all the partners he met before, the new friends around him seemed much simpler and more complicated. Many, like a mysterious problem aggregate, it will take a little more time to trust him completely,

Asai also expressed a sigh of relief, "Then, continue the interrupted topic, about the partner you mentioned, the woman named Long Ji..."

Jonah didn’t hear the complete question. He suddenly fell into a very strange state of mind. His soul seemed to keep rising until he emerged from the body, floating on the round table overlooking his body. It became extremely dark, and there was a faint colored flame hovering on each person’s head. Some people were red and some were green. He couldn’t see the color of the flame on his head, but the flame of Asai beside him was unexpectedly. Is black,

Without allowing him to react, a familiar voice sounded: "Jonah, can you hear me."

"Miss Rose, where are you? You are okay, that's great." Jonah cried out in surprise and looked around. This voice belonged to the Sucasa Canyon governor Ross who disappeared after self-harm. Rose, "Did the ghost's left hand make me enter this state? What's going on...Where are you?" The joy in the astrologer's words gradually turned into panic. He couldn't move, couldn't turn his perspective, even I can’t tell if I made a sound, the surroundings are getting darker and darker, and even the flames on people’s heads are gradually sinking into the shadows,

"Listen, please, this is the first reminder I received." Rose Rose's emotionless voice sounded,