Chapter 153 3. My father’s
“style of painting has changed.”
Most of the guards stationed on the wall had participated in the Twilight Tide, and some were added later. Darkus went to the south for a visit. It has not been more than five years and these guards have not been rotated.
Soon, the guards guarding the wall recognized Darkus. After notifying the centurion, the gate of the village slowly opened and the team began to file in.
This forest farm is now used as a transfer station for the beast trainers of the Hell Catastrophe family. There are a large number of cages piled around the square in the village, and the noise, the roar of the beasts and the shouts and curses of the beast trainers are endless.
The team stood in the square without saying a word, and the animal trainers belonging to the Hell Calamity Family did not dare to approach rashly. After saluting, they started busy with their own things.
"Go to the Night Governor's Castle and tell Butler Dia that I'm back and bring a carriage over when I come back." Darkus gave a direct order to a centurion he was familiar with.
On the way back, Darkus did not warn, threaten or insinuate anything to these smart Druchi.
But one night before returning to the forest farm, Druzi in the team gave Dacus a job. They stood neatly in two rows and swore an oath to Dacus. Darkus nodded and said nothing. He knew that no matter how these Druchi swore, Newkel would put an insurance on them.
In the afternoon, a carriage arrived at the forest farm. Instead of staying at the forest farm for one night, Darkus returned directly to the Night Governor Castle.
The Red Poison River is still the same river, and the manor is still the same garden. The cold wind blowing from the Black Ridge Mountains is still the same wind, and the depressing painting style is still the same wind.
Under the leadership of the city guard, Darkus' team passed through the Screaming Gate and entered the simple and honest Krakalond. The city is still as virtuous as ever. Children's cries, curses, screams, collisions of objects, and groans can still be heard from civilian houses. The manor in the aristocratic area is still brightly lit, and parties are going on.
"It still smells the same."
Baigne sat in the carriage, and the thick velvet curtain blocked his connection with Druchi society. After all, he retired from the Black Guard of Naggarond and still serves as the master of the Black Tower. It would not be good for anyone if rumors reached the ears of Witch King Malekith, especially since his arm was back to its original state and was no longer disabled.
"Does that mean I can recruit a large number of physically disabled veterans in Nagaros?" Darkus thought for a moment and then gave up. Recruiting from various cities would be confusing. Who knows what they did before? Do they still have to do background checks one by one? Besides, given Drucci's personality, there won't be that many disabled veterans, so why bother? When the time comes, pull up your fertility and go directly to Anaheim to practice. The ones who survive will be veterans.
Darkus chose to take a trip just for Bai Nie. He has not returned for several years. He is not very clear about the current situation of Druchi society. However, he learned from several centurions in the forest farm that the black members of the Hell Calamity family The Ark Temple of Malice returned to Krakarond a few days ago. As for Dastan Cold Eye's Black Ark Herald of Despair, it's still early. It hasn't even been five years yet.
After passing the intersection in the noble district, Darkus looked up at the towering Tower of Destruction. He felt an indescribable sense of separation, as if one second he was making countless decisions that determined the fate of others, and the next second he was returning to the village to help pick vegetables and kill pigs. Absurd? He couldn't describe the feeling either.
There was no difference, everyone went back to their respective homes, and Darkus asked all the Druchi dignitaries in the team to follow him to the Night Governor Castle.
"Young Master Newkel is waiting for you in the study."
Darkus put a beautifully shaped ruby into the hands of Butler Dia who greeted him at the gate of the Night Governor's Castle, and began to greet him.
"My condolences, young master."
When Darkus entered the Night Governor's mansion, Butler Dia lowered his head and said a word without beginning or end.
"? Condolences? What the hell? My father?" Darkus didn't think much about it. Anyway, he had already made up his mind. Besides, his father went to sea when he was a child, so it won't cause anything. Who are you? You are not my son and other farce. As for any feelings? Stop it.
This time I didn't encounter any prank attack from Maranur, so I might go somewhere else. Maranur has parties every day and eats happily wherever he goes, unlike his stoic brother Darkus, who is a murderer.
The hall on the first floor was brightly lit but also empty. Darkus did not see the family law enforcement champion Keslay, nor did he see his admiral uncle Dulias and his father. Only a few Druchi waiters stood there quietly, seeing his Salute him when he appears.
"It's not as good as the Great Ichi Pyramid in Itaza. It's empty, deserted, and doesn't feel like home at all." Darkus thought as he walked.
Soon, Darkus came to Newkel's study. After handing the weapon to the Druchi waiter standing at the door, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
When Darkus came back, he had already thought about it. He wanted to take the initiative to communicate with Young Master Newkel. He didn't want to communicate with Young Master Newkel after he learned the story from the accompanying Drucci. In that case, he would be a little passive. .
Only a small number of Druzi in Krakalond knew that Darkus, the murderer, went to the Lustria continent in the south. Most of the Druzi thought that he went with the ship to plunder.
Presumably, news about the return of the Hell Calamity Family Killer Star has begun to spread among the powerful circles of Krakarond. Darkus did not choose to hide it. There was no point in entering the city in batches. He only wanted to pass on Baine's information. Hiding is enough.
"Come in!" A strong and powerful voice came from inside the study door.
Darkus took a deep breath and pushed the door open. After entering, he closed the door, took a small step forward with his right foot, tiptoed the ground with his left face, raised his hands flat, and bowed his head in salute.
"Good evening! Young Master!"
"Don't be nervous, come sit down and have something to eat." Newkel in the study did not sit at the desk, but at the dining table. After observing Darkus for a while, he said He said a line that seemed familiar to Darkus. Darkos put down his hands, walked slowly to the dining table and sat down, looking directly at Nukel in front of him. Nukel still looked the same middle-aged man as before, with a trace of imperceptible aging in his majesty and calmness.
The exquisite patterned wood chair is equipped with a comfortable cushion. As for what material it is made of? Darkus doesn't know, nor does he want to know. This time, he looked around the study and observed. Different from other Druchi rooms, there was an Assur style everywhere in the room? Why he knew this was because he had seen something similar during his trial raid on the Assur town.
On the table were various very old and exquisite bronze trays, on which were placed clay pots of pungent blood wine and two goblets, as well as cold meats, bread, jugs, stewed fish and biscuits. .
Perhaps Newkel was born from the Nagaryth Kingdom of Ulthuan. His eating and living habits have remained the same as when he was young. To put it bluntly, he is very Assur.
"This is the gift I brought back to you from the continent of Lustria." Darkus put the ogham stone fragments wrapped in velvet next to the dining table, and carefully pushed them to Nukel's side before continuing. Said, "Bringing this stone with you can protect you from all kinds of corrosion. Of course, if the corrosion is excessive, this piece will turn into powder." "
I like this gift very much. It is exactly what I need. Dinner Come on, it will cool down later." After Nukel glanced at the Ogham stone fragments for a few times, he nodded with satisfaction to Darkus.
Darkus began to eat generously. He no longer felt the same nervousness and panic as when he first saw Newkel. He found the fish stew to be delicious and the biscuits wrapped in plantain leaves to be filling. He concluded that Nukel was cooking a small meal, which was completely different from what he ate in the canteen of Night Governor Castle.
The Hell Calamity Family is the guarantee and link that Darkus relies on to survive in Druchi society. As the saying goes, if you have something to do, go to the parents. He still planned to talk to Newkel to see what the Hellscourge family thought of him. If nothing can be done and cannot be reversed, just run away. This Druchi has done something wrong. I will go to the mainland of Lustria to become a Slan. He basically told everything he saw and heard in the Lustria continent, but deliberately kept some key information, such as the big plan, snakes and rats, the Umak ceremony when Itaza set out, etc.
"Did you encounter any dangers along the way, such as snakes, insects and wild beasts?"
"Didn't those Slann and Lizardmen make things difficult for you? Attack you?"
"During the period of False King Barshana, Belsa of the Emerald Sea Captain Lius once visited there and met Slann, but their experience was not very good."
Neukel was enjoying dinner, quietly listening to what Darkus said, nodding from time to time, Sometimes he smiles, sometimes he asks a question during the meal. His dining behavior was very elegant, and every move he made revealed the unique temperament of an old-style elf powerful man. Different from the ruffian-like Druchi nobles, they are just as pretentious and pretentious as the Assur nobles. At this time, he didn't look like a decisive and decisive hero in front of Darkus, but instead looked like a kind family elder who cared about Darkus.
Darkus also said that he saw the great white lizard Gorok that wreaked havoc in Nagaros in 1700.
"Oh? That's a very dangerous guy. I'm extremely impressed by him."
The dialogue between smart Drucci is often very straightforward, without any subtleties or metaphors, which would make him look stupid. Newkel is not some thousand-year-old fox, he is over five thousand years old. Darkus's knowledge is still too shallow. Newkel clearly knew from the conversation that Darkus had hidden some information, but he just didn't reveal it or get to the bottom of it.
"Very good, you didn't make a rash choice to bring those Lustrian beasts back. If you had brought them back, we would be on our way to Nagarund to meet His Majesty the Witch King, and you wouldn't be able to eat like this. A sumptuous dinner." Newkel put down the tableware gracefully, wiped his mouth and said with a satisfied expression.
"Behemoths need a supporting combat system, so that they can have combat effectiveness. Behemoths without a combat system have no combat effectiveness. With orderly cooperation, magic, saturation attack Reaper ballistas and Disaster Walker chariots can be dealt with Get rid of these behemoths. As for politics, you will be very passive, and the Hell Catastrophe family will be very passive. Those families that are already dissatisfied with the Hell Catastrophe family will find ways to carve it up, and find ways to make the Hell Catastrophe family Go to Lustria to get more behemoths, and then Druch will be led by the Witch King... Good, good, this is good, you are not carried away by external emotions and things, You have caution and stability that you don’t have at your age." After thinking for a moment, Newkel said to Darkus with admiration, and said three good words in succession.
Darkus admitted that Newkel was right. Newkel had rich experience and insights in commanding operations as a fear lord. He and his family's animal trainers had caught wild hydras in the Black Ridge Mountains and knew that wild hydras were Snake felt helpless when faced with the well-prepared Druch. He also defeated many giant beasts along the way. The giant beasts were also unable to parry in front of the army, of course, such as the Thunder Lizard and the outrageous other monsters like Gargan Tuzan. explain. As for politics, he is not sure yet.
"Dakeus, not long ago, the Black Ark Malevolent Temple came back." Newkel looked at Darkus and thought about it for a while, then said slowly, his tone full of regret and grief, "I'll tell you something. Sad news, your father was hit by a monkey cannon in Tyrell and died in battle." "
I was so young when he went to sea, I really have no memory of him. I should now Are you crying? Or should you say something else? Go to Tyrell for revenge?" Darkus put down the tableware in his hand and looked at Newkel and said seriously.
"It's up to you."
"Then let's talk about something else? Can I smoke?" Darkus said as he slowly took out the pipe from the arms of the noble robe and placed it on the table.
"Whatever, this is tobacco? Is there any more? I want to try it too. I also have no impression of my father Kedelon. I only remember that my father liked to smoke, and he saw many dwarves in his interactions with dwarves. He also tried this kind of tobacco and liked it. He died in battle in my hometown of Nagaris when I was young. When I knew that he died in battle, I didn't cry like you. At that time, my uncle was preparing to seize the position that belongs to me, but your uncle will not." Newkel talked a lot this time, maybe it was because the pipe brought back his memories, or maybe he was missing something about his family. I feel sorry for the younger generation.
Nukel was stunned by Darkus. He didn't know how to answer the next sentence. Nukel's sentence contained a lot of information. He knew that his father did indeed die in the battle, and It wasn't due to some conspiracy. He could only stand up slowly, took out a set of pipes that he was going to give to his brother Maranur, put them on the dining table, slowly pushed them over, and picked up the candlestick on the dining table. Light the tobacco in the pipe and then light the candle for Newkel.
Nukel now lost the manners of an old-style elf noble. He stood up and lit a tobacco vulgarly.
Two novice druch smokers began coughing and savoring the noxious substance.
"Young Master, do you think this tobacco can be implemented in Druch society? I brought some seeds back." Darkus took a sip and slowly spit it out.
Nukel did not respond to Darkus, but coughed violently. Obviously this new Druchi smoker was too new.
"Okay, absolutely okay!" Newkel said after coughing for a while, picking up the goblet and taking a sip of the iron-flavored blood wine.
(End of chapter)