Vol 5 Chapter 223

Sandberg is located on the shore of a small lake named Stroy west of Rusta. At the turn of summer and autumn, the lake here reflects the castle and the distant horizon. The forest and the reflection of the white maple is one of the most famous scenic spots near the capital, but it is also a royal forest garden.

However, the imperial royal family does not often live here, and often only stays here for the entire long summer. After Constance, the silver queen, used the castle for a shorter period of time, it may not be once every two or three years. Even if you go, you often stay Less than a month.

But even so, there were servants in the castle, with the Guards stationed. As early as half a month ago, Sandberg replaced a group of mountain people's maids, coupled with the Knights of the Flame Blade, which changed defenses with the embargo, which added a lot of popularity here.

Only tonight, this ancient and elegant castle by the lake is exceptionally quiet.

Silver Moon 'Timis' slowly moves over the nearby forest. The long shadow of Bai Feng extends forward with the movement of the moonlight. It crosses the fence and crosses the forest avenue, leaving a shadow on the city wall.

The wind pushed the clouds above the night. After a moment, the shadows on the city wall squirmed, slowly rising from the ground, and gradually formed a woman dressed as a witch.

The woman stood beside the battlements for a moment, and looked into the courtyard doubtfully. The courtyard was dark, there was no light in the stables on one side, and there were no dark whistle or patrol guards on the wall.

If it is usually at this time, the servants have already fallen asleep, but at least there is at least a defensive force in the castle, and it will never be as dead as this moment.

She frowned and walked to the edge of the city wall. The moonlight pouring down from the clouds at that moment had the substance at her feet, forming a step ladder. She went down one level and came into the courtyard.

A faint Yinhua spread out in all directions around her body, and swept across the castle in a blink of an eye.

The woman frowned. As if aware of something, but this is the time. She suddenly glanced in the direction behind her.

As if she heard something moving, she was about to leave, but at this moment there was a flash of anger in her eyes. She raised her right hand, and a palm-sized crystal ball suddenly appeared in the palm of her hand. Several pictures were constantly switching on it, like a glimmer of light. If ordinary people hadn't had time to see it clearly, but she just engraved one of them in the blink of an eye in.

If Brando were here, he would have recognized the sight of Cat and Beard Inn.

The woman lifted her hand, and the crystal ball in her hand instantly turned into a piece of silver light dust. She herself shattered, like a broken glass, and instantly melted into the moonlight.

The woman's front feet had just left, and a few small shadows fell lightly on the wall behind her.

Those are a few cats.

The black cat at the front had a big bow around his neck, and he looked around curiously, and the opening was the characteristic sweet voice of the sugar bowl: "Strange, no one. Even the Knights People are led away by adults, and there will be at least guards inside the castle? "

A yellow-and-white flower cat behind the black cat suddenly felt nervous when he heard this, and hurriedly reminded him, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, a little voice, big lady, no one is okay, do you want to attract everyone?"

"Babasha, what are you afraid of? Didn't we confirm it? The Knight of the Flame Sword has already left, either to support Lord Lord's battle on their side, or to deal with the strange guys in the city. Anyway It won't be here. Those guys are not my opponents in total. "

"Miss. Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case. It's better to be cautious." Babasha nervously looked around: "This is the empire, don't forget that they are also here."

"There is no one in it," the sugar-pot turned into a black cat gave a careless glance at the castle immersed in the dark, she raised her head, sniffed around her nose, wondered: "But there is something strange in the air Taste, it seems that our kind has come here. Strangely, I'm not sure. Is there such a powerful guy under the woman, is it the Witch King? "

Babasha was startled. "That woman can't be here."

"Well," Sugar Jar nodded. "It's really not her breath, weird. Is there such a great guy in our generation of witches?"

"Let's get to work, lady ..."

The sugar bowl leapt forward, jumping lightly off the city wall, and landed steadily on the meadow in the courtyard, just like a real cat, without making a sound.

Behind her, three witches transformed into cats, including Barbassa, jumped in turn. Several people strolled around the courtyard, but none of them were found.

"There's no one here, miss." The white cat behind Barbassa is speaking. Although it looks the most compact, it is the voice of a middle-aged woman.

"The woman is really unreliable, be careful, ma'am, this may be a trap."

When she heard the word trap, Babasha's hair was erected, and she looked back subconsciously, but there was still silence in the courtyard.

"Relax, Babasha, even if there is a trap, it is aimed at the Lord Lord. The Silver Queen has no interest in your old lady."

"Miss," the white cat who had spoken suddenly said again: "There are still people in the castle."

The sugar bowl nodded, and she noticed: "Front left, third room."

She stepped on the elegant cat step to the window in that room, jumped slightly, and jumped to the window sill, reached out her claws and fiddled twice, opening the window into a gap, and a strong wine burst into his face.

"So I hate alcoholics--"

...

Hobbes Balek is indeed a drunkard. He is a dwarf, from Ambrose. He is drunk, but he is also the best horse trainer in the entire empire. The royal family hired him to serve as an equestrian in Sandburg. On weekdays, he did not dare to drink wine-no matter how dwarfed, and never dare to take the royal strict rules seriously, let alone he cherish the job .

Regardless of how rich Her Majesty's collection is in his stable, his status as the strongest imperial royal horseman is enough to make him feel extremely proud.

But today is a special case. The embargoes were all changed by the Knights of the Flame Sword, and the servants in the castle were also transferred earlier because he wanted to help look after the knights' horses. That's why it stayed, and it turned out a few hours ago. The knights also left.

This time the deserted castle can be regarded as his master.

He didn't dare to touch the royal cellar in the basement, but the barrels of wine stored in the kitchen were all right. Although not as good as the royal collection, it was enough to make him addicted to alcohol.

Lying dazed on a few bags of flour, he had long lost track of exactly how much wine he had drank, as if there was a small barrel of dwarven spirits, then three bottles of Landfel liqueur, and a bottle of whiskey. Alcohol seemed to form a thick cloud and wrapped him in it.

Hobbes Ballek was drinking wine, this is the life he was pursuing. He had a dream in a blur, dreaming that he made enough money, and returned to his hometown to build a world-class wine cellar. There are a variety of precious wines in the collection, from the griffin feathers of 346 years, the black king of Phyllis, to the famous cold moon wine. This wine was produced in the cold month, and was almost destroyed by a snow disaster in that winter, but it has formed a unique cold taste. It is the top collection of various royal and noble families.

He dreamed that he was entertaining guests, and he was full of friends. There were well-known alcoholics and noble people from the high society. On the long table covered with white cloth were various silver plates, which were filled with people from all over the world. Famous wine and brightly colored fruits and vegetables, a black cat with a bow walking around.

Hobbs Balek froze for a moment, almost thinking he was wrong. Why is there a black cat on the table? He could not help rubbing his eyes subconsciously. It was found that there were not only one cat on the table, but also two white cats. A flower cat.

He couldn't help but sit up, subconsciously ready to anger the servants of his dreams. But before he had time to speak, he saw the black cat talking to him:

"Hobbs Balek," the black cat stretched out his paw and fanned it in front of his nose, looking disgusted: "Damn drunkard, I'll give you a few words of time, or I'll send you to hell!"

The dwarf horse trainer's eyes widened, and the cat even spoke, and he shook his head, thinking that he was dreaming.

But after a moment, he suddenly woke up, everything in the dream turned into a bubble, the surrounding environment turned into a dark kitchen, and the small space was filled with strong wine and the smell of raw meat.

On the wooden table opposite him, there were no more than four cats, of which the black cat was the head, staring at him with dark eyes in the dark.

"Ghost!"

The gnome screamed in shock, crawling backwards with his legs kicking, slamming into the bucket behind him, thumping on top of his head, and the colored spice jars originally placed on the shelf suddenly fell over and smashed him. A head covered his face.

"Well," the sugar bowl couldn't help being laughed by this guy stupidly, but she hurriedly looked up. "Hobbs Ballek, have you heard me?"

The witch is good at manipulating dreams, and she has known each other's name in the dream.

But the dwarf horse trainer was so scared that it was not a good sign to meet a black cat in the middle of the night. Some rural legends often think that black cats are the messengers of death like crows, and these bad luck animals are often It's even worse to be associated with witches.

Hobbes Balek didn't know that the witches were in front of him, but he was terrified. He contacted the black cat before, only when the other party was indeed a messenger of death, and he was sent to hell. .

Is it drunk by myself?

He couldn't help feeling sad.

Sadly not enough.

"I ask you a question," but the sugar bowl doesn't care what he thinks, her eyes glow with a fascination, as if it can make people dream: "Where is the mistress here?"

...

Saint Contepeis Palace, White Rose Garden-

The two columns of knights stopped slowly outside the gate of the Rose Garden. At this moment, it was very quiet night, and there was no one on the Empire Avenue. The rows of oak trees stood on both sides of the Avenue, and a dark shadow fell on the ground.

Outside this stately palace is a large expanse of meadows. There are no other buildings within a few hundred meters, all of them are royal gardens, but the knights who visited late at night still awakened the residents in the distant neighborhood.

Through the cold light of the moonlight, the citizens secretly looked through the window towards the direction of St. Contepe's Palace, and they could see the knights in black and black armor far-not the embargo, nor the knights of the temple. Why did the duke's guard visit so late?

And in Saint-Contipe Palace, there is also a glance on this team of knights.

Constance could clearly see the Rose Garden and the Empire Avenue from the floor-to-ceiling windows of her study. She was sitting behind her desk, and the crystal ball on her hand had long since passed away. The scenery of the mountains and forests near Hanlu Manor became dark and the edge was reflected with a hint of moonlight.

There was no one in the room at this moment. Only the dragon queen stood silently in the darkness. She didn't speak, and Her Majesty didn't open her eyes. She looked through the window glass and watched the tight guard between the two knights. Black carriage.

She watched the car door opened by a knight. A maid first came down from the car. Her long red hair and bronze skin were typical of mountain people.

After the waitress got out of the car, she fainted slightly, and then helped a princess in costume.

That was her Countess.

Then the queen of silver appeared proud.

"When will our Royal Highness arrive," she asked.

"On the way, Your Majesty," the Dragon Queen replied in the darkness.

"The ministers have been waiting in the hall for a long time," she said after a while, "Your Majesty."

"Anyway," replied the Silver Queen, "let me be alone, Gwendolyn."

The dragon queen bowed his head, but remained in shape.

"The mice are making a lot of noise today."

"Yes, I asked just now that the city guards were led by the fighting over there."

"Then tell me dear Cavaliers, what should he do now."

The dragon Queen nodded.

"Go, come back before dinner, that's the subject of today's banquet."

Then the figure of the dragon queen retreated into the darkness, then the sound of opening the door, and finally all the sound of 'click' turned into silence.

Constance looked silently at the night scene outside the window and said nothing.

"... You have been Her Royal Highness Princess Cruz, if you are willing to return to the right path."

"I have never been more convinced that I am on the right path than I am now."

"Paranoia covers your eyes, Your Majesty."

"On the contrary, it is you who can't see the way ..."

There seemed to be an illusion in her eyes.

... (to be continued)

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