The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 150: The Soul of Listening (Part 2)

Jonah suddenly heard what the ghost left-handed warrior Zuta said, "The listener’s reincarnation ceremony is about to be completed, and you will receive the first instruction at that time." Is Miss Rose the mysterious "listener",

"All the fighting power of the Brotherhood of Scarlet Owl in the southern continent is gathering in Bactria. Within three days, the city of gold will be overwhelmingly ruled by the power of the Brotherhood. You must leave for the Veda before the evening of tomorrow. , The regime established by Brahma refused to invade all foreign forces. There is a pure land that the Brotherhood cannot set foot in. The three fighters will protect you personally. You have the right to make any request to them, but you must not ask any questions about the ghost's left hand itself to achieve the goal. After the ground, the next prompt will appear." Rose said in a calm voice, "Did you actually receive this prompt?"

"Miss Rose, where are you, what have they done to you." The astrologer's soul hung in the dark space and shouted,

"Did you actually receive this prompt?" the listener repeated without response,

"I...I received it, but I must stay in Bactria and wait for my friends to arrive. I..." Jonah can only answer,

"Good luck, precious heir to the blood of Segles, goodbye."

Rose Rose’s voice disappeared, the surroundings gradually brightened, the flames above people’s heads concealed into their bodies, the sound of Du Zhuola’s ding-dong music spread into the eardrums, and the old prince was still using unintelligible language to reprimand the guard Team leader, the sunset at Harimaya Manor is very beautiful,

"...So, for so many reasons, I can't see her, so can you tell me some of this information, at least tell me whether it's good." I don't know how long time has passed, it seems that Asai just After speaking a lot of heartfelt words, I was staring at Jonah's eyes with watery eyes. The astrologer did not hear his question at all, nor was he in the mood to listen to it again, the message that Rose Ross conveyed in that wonderful state. Makes him confused, the ghost will not lie to him with his left hand, every minute of staying in the city of gold is full of danger, but what to do with the agreement with Elliott and Long Ji, the partners must be coming day and night Here, the distance between them is shortening one foot by one foot. If you miss it at this time, I don’t know when I will see you again.

"Hey, hey." The Oriental pricked the arms of the people around him with his fingers, "Is it okay, you just say something."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute..." Jonah waved his hand, staring at the cold roasted meat on the plate with complicated thoughts, what should I do now, do I have the right to make a choice, if I choose to stay in Buck Tria, will he be forcibly taken away by the warrior on the left hand of the ghost? In which direction does the prophecy of the nameless book point...

"Ding Ding Ding." The old prince finally let go of Major Sardis, who was sweating profusely. He let out a sigh of anger, and his face was slightly dark. At this time, he knocked the goblet with a silver fork and attracted everyone's attention. His sight, "The good friend of the Tocharian royal family, the tertiary astrologer, Lord Ekbatana Baron Yona is a rising star in the future, but some malicious enemies turned the celebration banquet into bloodshed. On the battlefield, I, Emir Ibn Shakar, hereby declare that I will never tolerate the behind-the-scenes of this attack. I must find the clues of the Lord’s messenger and use the head of the enemy as a tribute to Lord Jona, the royal warrior. The assassination after the selection, hum, is really a smart move..."

Major Sardis respectfully added: "The Imperial Guard will provide all possible assistance to try to restore the reputation of the garrison from this bad incident. Please rest assured, Lord Prince."

Prince Harry Maya turned to Jonah and raised the glass: "Then, the banquet will begin. Please accept my sincere apologies. I promise that this kind of thing will never happen again in my manor, never."

After Asai’s translation, Jonah quickly picked up his wine glass: “It’s not necessary, I’m the one who caused you trouble, Prince.” Of course he wouldn’t tell the old prince that all this was caused by himself. Trouble, it has nothing to do with the turbulent political struggle, but now that Shakar has pointed the finger at the Governor of Heremius, it saves a lot of effort to fabricate lies,

The two wine glasses collided, and the banquet started in a somewhat awkward atmosphere. Asai watched distressedly as the male servant shuttled between the seats. He poured out a hundred plates of cold barbecue and replaced them with a hundred plates of warm air. The astronomical appetizer absent-mindedly tasting the food, occasionally coping with the old prince’s cold and warm greetings. According to the host of the banquet, Governor Heremias is a shameful peacemaker, and he lost his fighting spirit early in front of the aggressive Brahma King. He proposed to cede the three provinces and twelve cities in the southeast of the Tocharian Empire to the Veda in exchange for fifty years of peace. At the same time, he also made a fuss about the legitimacy of the rule of Isaiba Ink, pointing out the emperor. His Majesty is a concubine adopted by the sister of the previous emperor. He cannot use the royal clan coat of arms, nor should he inherit this huge empire in a fair way. His Majesty has loyal members of the royal family as his backing, and the governor controls half of the empire. One’s army also has a legal heir to the throne: the youngest son of the previous king, the Grand Duke of Ishmael, said to be the youngest son. He is now nearly fifty years old and has been in a remote place before being taken to the city of gold. The fief lived a life of obscurity. The benevolent Isaiba Ink did not get rid of this non-threatening cousin, and now he has become a bone spur in his throat. >

Just as the old prince sighed for his innocence and cruelty, the banquet ended early, and a luxurious four-wheeled carriage hung with green wheat ears entwined with a golden camel eagle emblem. When entering the manor, all the nobles bowed to the clan coat of arms, and the two coachmen and two footmen jumped out of the large carriage and welcomed the new baron to board the coach. "Your Majesty also invited your swordsman friends to the banquet, Baron My lord." said the male servant in a black dress respectfully,

Asai, who had just swallowed his last mouthful of mango mousse and rolled his eyes, was taken aback when he heard the words, slowly lowered his head to look at his bulging belly, and looked at the innocent astrologer faintly, and Jonathan shrugged. Shrugged, bid farewell to the old prince and the many big men present, pulled the sleeves of the Orientals and boarded the carriage,

The internal space of the carriage is very large, decorated with glittering gold everywhere, and the degree of luxury is amazing, but the comfort level is not as good as that of the Prince Harimayan. The carriage bypassed the main house and drove along the road full of palm trees. To the back door of the manor, the afterglow of the setting sun illuminates the lawn, the fountain and the tall city wall in front. The golden city wall of the Golden City has a gate that is only open to the royal family. After passing through the city wall, you enter the Harimayan Castle. The power center of the entire empire,

A golden city appeared in front of you, with exotic domes, arcades and stone pillars forming a complex facade. The pointed tower tops hung the last trace of reddish sunlight. I don’t know how many courtyards pass through. After passing through many arcades, the carriage finally came to a halt after twenty minutes. The valet opened the door, and the main entrance of the Harimayan Palace appeared in front of him. The vast hall inside the door was already illuminated and ready to start a grand banquet. ,

When stepping out of the carriage, Jonah asked secretly: "Asai, is there anyone behind us now?,, I mean, the one who protects me."

"Yes." The oriental burped, and on the way he tried his best to digest the food in his stomach, so as not to miss the delicious food ordered by His Majesty the Emperor. "It's still that very powerful swordsman. At your level, you can’t perceive his existence,,, I guess the entire Golden City can feel that he is following no more than five people."

"Cut, shit." The astrologer cheered up, straightened his chest, and walked into the huge castle with his staff in hand,

This world-famous castle has a kind of arrogance, luxury and natural gas. The well-maintained facade and interior show the unfailing power of the Tocharian Empire for thousands of years. It has climbed forty-four steps. Go through the arches and enter the hall. The marble floor is smooth enough to see people's shadows. The columns are covered with golden brocade. Eighty round tables covered with snow-white tablecloths are arranged in concentric circles. On the west side of the hall, there is a gurgling fountain. The fountain is in the center. The mighty marble statue of the royal camel eagle, the huge silver candlestick illuminates the hall, the air is full of incense and the tempting smell of food, many men and women in traditional robes are talking and laughing, one is tall and dressed in red The man in the robe greeted him with a stride, and stretched out his hands far away. The opening of his mouth turned out to be a standard Western lingua franca: "Baron Ekbatana, this banquet is for you, quick Come and get to know my wife and son. They came here specially for the banquet."

Jona didn’t feel too surprised that His Majesty the King could speak Westland. Although there is a natural obstacle beyond the Holy River, the Western and Southern Continents are two continents with similar cultural backgrounds and strong complementary resources. Communication with culture is relatively frequent. In the days when the kingdoms of St. Boren and Bazelard were strong, Tocharo set off an upsurge of learning the lingua franca of the Western continent. , This kind of atmosphere allows astrologers from afar to communicate more freely after a few years,

"And you, Asai, the swordsman, I believe you hide your strength, and the strong can smell the strong." Isaiba Ink held Jona's hand and smiled at the Easterners. "Welcome, incognito friend."

Asai smiled embarrassedly: "I'm just here to eat. Of course, if there are extra titles like Baron Viscount, I don't mind giving me one."

His Majesty the emperor laughed and took Jona to the center of the banquet hall. At a round table decorated with gorgeous golden tassels, sat a graceful and luxurious woman and a casually dressed young man,

Jonah didn’t know them, but guessed that this was the queen and prince of the Tocharian Empire. However, the response of the Easterners was unexpected. He jumped up with a loud voice and pointed to the young man’s nose: "It’s you, You are a prince, and the dignified prince still charges me so expensive wine money, petty kid."