Chapter 165 15. Two glasses of water
"It's really a legacy of our ancestors. If I wasn't like Alandrian, I would have just left it." After walking out of the throne room, Darkus felt that his back was soaked with cold sweat. , his previous careful preparation and planning were worthless in the face of a fate like BUG. He also took every precaution to prevent his mistakes from being exposed, but it turned out that Malekith knew everything. How the hell is this going to happen? Cheating, right? His mentality was a bit explosive, but fortunately, maybe it was because he looked a bit like Alandrien. He just escaped today, or Malekith had probably poked him by now.
It can only be said that Malekith is not that Machiavellian. Although he is vicious and mean, he is not ungrateful and a little emotional. Then again, it’s really not a good feeling to not have your own destiny in your hands, but as long as Darkus isn’t fooled right away, there’s still room for maneuver and manipulation. He will become a real Alandrian and gradually become a real Alandrian. To replace Alandrian, he wants to become an enhanced version of Alandrian, to make Malekith trust and rely on him, to make Malekith think that he is a friend who understands him, so that Malekith will not take vicious measures against him. and horrific means.
After thinking about it, Darkus took a long breath, smiled at the four black guards standing guard at the door, and left quickly.
The four black guards still stood in place, their heads did not move, but they tried to move their eyes, and they suddenly felt the desire to communicate. They are the Black Guard, not the speechless ones of Grond who are blinded, castrated and can only rely on hearing and touch to fight. They know who can stay in it longer and who can stay in it longer. The time is short, and whoever enters cannot come out.
Maranur was still standing in the large room, watching Druchi who was constantly coming in and out. He just watched there with a blank look in his eyes, and had no intention of going up to talk or get acquainted.
"Don't be stunned, get ready to eat, and go back to rest after eating." Darkus walked up to Maranur and said while chewing chewing tobacco soaked in sugar water.
It turned out that Malekith's black tower had a dining area. After chatting for a while, the Darkos brothers were led by a sorceress to the dining area below the black tower.
"This is the banquet given to you by His Majesty the Witch King. Can I eat it?" Maranur looked at the dishes on the table, the fine wine and black magic cultivated in Assur's Etain Kingdom (Lothern). The delicate fruit plate asked while swallowing.
"Eat, go back and rest after eating." Hearing this, Darkus looked around blankly, then nodded and said, he was a little suspicious now, he felt that he was being watched all the time, but he was very Quickly getting out of that state, the two gods of chaos, various elven gods, and maybe the ancient saints? Anyway, there are too many monsters and monsters looking at him, and now there is no shortage of this one.
Darkus sat directly on the chair and started eating. He felt particularly tired today and he needed to eat a lot now. He came down from the Black Ark in the morning and walked around the city of Naggarond all morning. He didn't eat at noon and wandered around the Black Tower. Then he faced Malekith again. Now he just wants to go back after eating. He took a shower and lay on the bed and slept until he woke up naturally, but he knew it was impossible to wake up naturally and he would have to get up early tomorrow to wait.
"I'm not very hungry yet, you can eat." Maranur had no intention of sitting down. He stood aside and thought for a while before saying cautiously.
Darkus chewed the beef without speaking, but shrugged his shoulders and nodded, but he chewed faster. The banquet given by the emperor was delicious. Beef, bread, stewed fish, biscuits, etc. whetted his appetite. He even suspected that it was made by the chef Asul who had paid a lot of money in the Phoenix King's palace. But there was a problem. There are too many dishes at this feast.
After eating for a long time, Darkus finally finished showing off the dishes on the table. Fortunately, he had received relevant training in this area, otherwise he would not have eaten so much.
Maranur stood there with his back to the banquet. He neither looked at the busy sorceresses nor the waiters. Instead, he stared at the black marble wall in a daze, as if he was thinking about his past. Same.
"Is this considered a meal replacement? Enjoy it instead of Malekith?" Darkus thought as he drank the wine of Etain to suppress the food in his stomach. When he was thinking about it, he suddenly thought of a joke. A black dragon, Malekith, would be given to him as soon as he said it, but there was a condition, which is to arrange you under the black tower, and then be responsible for telling jokes to Malekith every day. This joke is both a bit cold and a bit hellish, but this is the situation Darkus is in now. There are only two ways in front of him. Find an opportunity to escape back to the mainland of Lustria to be his Umak, and spend the whole day with him. Lizardmen keep company. Or stay with Malekith as an adjutant while still being Umak of the Old Saint, which is really difficult to handle.
"Let's go back." Darkus suppressed his burp, stood up and said to Maranur. After speaking, he looked at a sorceress who was loyal to Malekith.
The sorceress smiled at Darkus and then nodded. None of the Druchi who could hang out in Malekith's Black Tower were simple. No need to say anything, she understood what Darkus meant.
With Maranur's stomach rumbling, Darkus walked out of the black tower under the guidance of the sorceress. He glanced at the pocket watch on the belt around his waist. It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening.
Dulias was waiting in the courtyard with his adjutants and the followers of the Dacus brothers. He turned his back to the followers and was chewing something in his mouth. There was a trace of worry in his eyes, but he did not look at it. The servants showed anxious postures in front of them, and they did not pace anxiously. After he saw his son and his nephew walking out of the black tower intact, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then drank it in his mouth. He squirted out the black water and nodded to the brothers.
There was nothing to say along the way, and this was not the place to talk. The team spread out in battle formation and walked through the dark streets of Nagarond. Several sorceresses, Colonia and Alyssa, unknown to Darkus, also cautiously held staffs to guard the team. front and rear to prevent possible sudden dangers. Darkus also held his hand on the scabbard of his half-sword and was on guard. From time to time, he could hear the sound of killing, the sound of weapons clashing, and the sound of screams. Occasionally, he could also see the light of fire coming from the black tower in the city. .
"Are you so happy? Krakarond is a pure land compared to Nagarond."
Soon, the team returned to the residence of the Hell Calamity family safely, and no unsighted Druchi killed anyone on the way. He came out to attack the team, but he might not be able to tell in the future. Darkus thought of the jealous look in Sirsis's eyes today.
Unsurprisingly, Butler Dia was still waiting, but not on the dangerous street, but in the courtyard of his residence.
There is no such thing as a noble district in Naggarond. The fear lords all live in their own heavily guarded castles. Coupled with the three outer walls of Naggarond, it is like a maze. Those who are not familiar with the road will not be able to attack. , can't even find the road.
"Go to bed early and enjoy tonight. You have to follow me to the black tower tomorrow." After a few polite words with Butler Dia, Darkus said to his followers, and then to him The retinue and the retinue of Dulias and his son nodded and went in.
Darkus didn't go to sleep. How could such a good thing happen? He had to go to the conference room to report first. He entered the meeting with Dulias and his son. Annasara and her son had been waiting there for a long time.
Newkel leaned on the chair and kept chewing tobacco. When he saw Dacus coming in, he nodded affirmatively to Dacus. "It seems that you have completed this test, Darkus." Anasara sat next to Newkel and said to Darkus with a smile.
"Now this sentence sounds really cruel." Darkus thought for a moment, nodded, and said nothing. Instead, he sat down with a chair, and then stood up to get some water from the pitcher. He got up and poured a cup for everyone before pouring his own. After taking a sip, he felt that his thirst was not quenched, so he poured another cup.
"How many black arks can the family add? Or how many more can the family we support add?" Darkus took a breath and asked neatly. He didn't dwell on the issue of why Annasara and her son hadn't told him before that he and Alandrian looked alike. It was meaningless. There was no point in telling him or not telling him. He just wanted to end the meeting quickly. He wanted to take a hot bath and have a good sleep. Besides, his good brother hadn't eaten yet.
"It depends on how many black arks we can give His Majesty the Witch King, dear Darkus." Newkel spread his hands and said crisply.
"It seems that you have worked hard on this raid, my uncle, the future commander of the large Black Ark formation." Darkus nodded, drank half a glass of water, and said with a sinister smile to his uncle. .
Dulias nodded clearly. He knew a little bit about what he could know. Compared to the family meeting half a year ago, now he didn't think that Darkos was setting off a bomb. At the same time, he was also surprised. What Darkus has achieved is far beyond what Darkus' father has ever achieved.
"His Majesty the Witch King has known about Bainie for a long time."
"Isn't it strange? His hand is disabled and he has retired from the Black Guard. And he came here on his own in the name of God, not us. Conspiracy and trickery brought him here. As for his hand growing back, it was his fate and destiny. I also want to visit that land if I have the chance." Anasara looked at Darkus and smiled kindly. She said, as if like an old grandmother, with a look of relief and encouragement in her eyes. She seemed to see a real new star and leader rising in the family's descendants.
"You are welcome at any time, my clan mother. My young master, the shipyard in Krakalund needs large-scale expansion. We need more shipwrights, more slaves, more forest farms, and more black arks. We need more adapted predator ships." Darkus smiled at Annasara, then looked at Newkel and said.
The positioning of the Black Ark is very vague, a bit like an aircraft carrier, and a bit like a large supply ship. But no matter what the positioning is, the Black Ark floating on the sea may not have destroyers, frigates, supply ships, carrier-based aircraft, early warning aircraft, Anti-submarine aircraft and underwater aircraft carriers, but there must always be predator ships. While the predator ships can attack the port, they must also be able to cover the Black Ark's retreat.
"I will be responsible for this. You don't have to worry about it. You just need to ensure your own safety by His Majesty the Witch King." Nukel nodded and said with a smile.
"I will try my best to fight for some benefits for the family, by the way! Young Master, you can give him the food of Sirsis later. Maybe he won't need it by then." After Darkus finished saying this, After drinking the remaining half of the glass of water, he stood up and nodded slightly to Annasara, mother and son, and Dulias.
"This has nothing to do with us." Darkus patted Maranur who was still sitting there.
Compared with using a knife to decide the life or death of others, what is more terrifying is to use a bite or a touch of the lips to decide the life or death of others while talking and laughing. After Darkus drank two glasses of water, countless people in the old world will welcome them. suffering and new life.
"My brother, I don't even know you anymore. You make me feel a little... strange." Maranur said hesitantly as he stood there after walking out of the conference room.
Darkus, who was walking in front and scratching his scalp, suddenly stopped and looked at his brother suspiciously. Of course he knew why Maranur suddenly said that.
"No! My brother, you will always know me. No matter what happens to us in the future, no matter what achievements we achieve in the future, we are all family, we are all brothers, and the same blood flows in our blood! My dear Good brother." Darkus said as he walked up to Maranur and hugged his brother.
"Eat something quickly and go to bed early. You have to get up early tomorrow." Darkus patted Maranur's back and said.
Darkus leaned tiredly in the bathtub. His mind was in chaos, as if he was asleep, but also as if he was not asleep. His brain kept thinking about what he said today, and sometimes he saw terrible scenes, as if Like some unreliable omen.
"Go to bed and sleep. The water in the bathtub is a little cold. I can't hold you." Genevieve had been pressing Darkos' shoulders. She stopped and stirred the water in the bathtub. After a while, he lay down and whispered in Darkus's ear.
"Thank you for your hard work. You will have to be bored for a while. There are no taverns in Naggarond that hire female bartenders." Darkus, who was awakened, stood up with the help of Genevieve and then said with a smile.
"It's good like this now." Genevieve said while helping Darkus wipe his body.
Seeing Darkus lying on the bed and sleeping deeply, Genevieve shook her head slightly. After she arranged the quilt, she quietly sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Darkus who was sleeping soundly. She watched like this until late into the night before she got up. She was going to go to the kitchen to make something for Darkus to eat tomorrow.
At this time, in Alibi's Debugela Emirate, the fleet led by Dastan Lengyan had just defeated the navy led by the Debugela Emir. He wiped the blood on his face and was about to enjoy the hard-won victory. The family's The high-level shadow sorceress came to his side and whispered some words.
"I understand." Dastan nodded, then turned to his brother standing beside him and said, "Collect the loot as soon as possible and prepare to go north! We have to reach the predetermined location and the vicious temple of Admiral Dulias Let’s meet.”
These chapters are difficult to write, and I’m still in a bad state_(:з」∠)_
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