Chapter 69 41. Hanil Hara’s Melon Eating
Death After midnight, Darkus returned to the forest farm and continued to practice martial arts and conduct social research every day.
Walter stayed in Krakalund. He had to deal with family affairs, but there was nothing left to deal with. His sister, sister-in-law, nephews and nieces had all been cleared away by Darkus.
The days passed like this day by day, spring came, the Black Ark Nagol left, Ferland Bale was about to usher in his destiny, and Dakoos also ushered in his 17th year. He had to Back to Krakalund, because Hanil Hala is about to take place.
In the hall of the Night Governor's Castle, the dignitaries communicated quietly or silently. Nukel stood beside the throne holding the noble's curved sword in his hand, and Anasara, the Night Governor of Krakalond, stood on the edge of the handrail on the third floor and looked at a group of people. Among the dignitaries in the building hall, she wore a noble purple long-sleeved robe, a short-sleeved coat, a purple cloak, and a spiked crown on her head. Four pale skulls on the crown were on the ceiling. The reflection of the crystal is extremely strange.
After a moment, Anasara teleported directly to the throne in the hall on the first floor, looking at the dignitaries expressionlessly. Anasara raised her right hand to grasp it, and the patriarch of the Calvo family who was hiding at the back was directly hit by black magic. After being dragged to the steps of the throne, the Calvo family patriarch lowered his head with fear and pain in his eyes. Anasara immediately held her hand. Blood began to ooze from the Calvo family patriarch's body, and he knelt down in a pool of his own blood, struggling in pain.
The powerful people all fell silent. They saw darkness, pain and arbitrariness.
On the throne, Anasara's pale face looked like a ghost under the illumination of the crystal on the ceiling of the hall, looking indifferently at the head of the Calvo family.
This is Hanil Hara, a traditional high-energy show of Drukhi. The dignitaries have to pay tribute to the Night Governor and reaffirm their loyalty, and the Night Governor does the same to the Witch King. At this moment, the hall of the Night Governor Castle is gathering with the prominent dignitaries of Krakalond. These dignitaries are either full of wealth, slaves or military exploits, or have ancient bloodlines and titles. On this important occasion, there is a certain distance between each family. Each powerful person is surrounded by his own trusted and powerful followers, allowing each noble Druchi powerful person to think about his own affairs.
The two Maranur brothers were also standing next to Nukel, holding the noble curved sword in their hands. Dakoos looked at the head of the Calvo family suffering at the foot of the steps with an indifferent expression. Maranur suddenly turned his head and talked to Dakoos. Kevus looked at each other. Maranur's eyes did not have the chill that made Darkvus shudder. Instead, there was a kind of teasing unique to a man of joy. At this time, Nukel also turned his head and glared at the brothers.
The show started, and dignitaries kept coming forward to pay tribute, offering tributes and swearing their family's loyalty. Annasara said nothing. She would only nod and shake her head. If she nodded, she would return her gift. She would cast black magic, and the powerful people would fall down from torture. Then the guards of the hell disaster would drag the powerful people away. Walk. If you shake your head? The unlucky man had to lie with the head of the Calvo family. Some of the powerful men were guilty of crimes, and some were humiliated by Anasara's shabby gifts. Others are just because Anasara looks displeased and wants to show off her power.
"Walter! From the Thorn family!"
The voice penetrated the air and echoed in Darkos's ears. Anasara suddenly turned her head, looked at Darkus and asked jokingly: "What do you think?"
"F*ck!"
The dignitaries also cast their eyes on him, and Darkus broke out in a cold sweat. No matter what, Hanil Hara was halfway through the program. The first thing Anna Sara said was to him. He reacted and bowed to Anna Sara solemnly.
Anasara nodded slightly and said the second sentence of the day: "Come to me and offer your tribute."
This voice was like a pair of invisible black hands, slowly inserting into Walter's heart and grabbing his Heart, he gritted his teeth tightly, mustered up the courage and walked slowly over with his head lowered, crossing the pool of blood under the steps, and the coagulated blood stuck to the soles of his boots.
Walter stopped three steps away from the throne, and said in a slow and low tone: "Your servants are waiting for your orders."
The eyes of the powerful people turned to Walter again, and he could feel the powerful people. Examine hungrily. "We have spent another year in exile, and the usurpers of Ulthuan owe another blood debt." Anasara rested her left elbow on the armrest of the throne and supported her chin with her left hand as she said lazily. .
"We won't forgive! We won't forget!" Walt replied.
"We are the people of cold and darkness, supported by our hatred! We live for His Majesty the Witch King, and we live to correct ancient wrongs!" "Through
fire, blood and destruction!"
Anasara slowly said She stood up, walked down the steps and approached Walter, a faint black energy emanating from her eyes.
"A loyal subject pays tribute to his Night Governor. Walter, House Thorn, what tribute will you lay at my feet?" "
Great Night Governor, all I have is yours: my sword Blades, my property, my hatred. They are everything to me!"
Anasara showed a bored expression and said slowly: "There are no weaklings in Nagaros! The other subjects offered their gold, bodies and souls at my feet. Weapons. They serve Krakarond and His Majesty the Witch-King, and bring torture to our enemies." Then she said, "The answer is the same every time!" It was
obvious that Anasara was interested in the template of Walter. The answer is not satisfactory.
Walter suddenly went crazy and said: "Then kill me!" Let my blood water Krakarlond! The weak cannot fight against the enemy, nor can they uphold the laws of Druchi, nor can they serve you and His Majesty the Witch King. Then Walter
roared and said: "But the quality of loyalty is particularly precious in Nagaroth, and the smart night governor will not squander it wantonly." Druchi drinks from the abyss of the world! We stand on the edge of the outer darkness, reveling in it like no other race. In order to satisfy our own desires, we will spill a sea of blood, cause bloody storms, and harvest wantonly, but we will not waste things that are useful to us! "
Annasara looked at Walter silently. Suddenly, she stretched out her hand and said: "Finally, there is something new. I accept your allegiance, Walter Thornthorn. I hope you will pass on this great bloodline and title. However, loyalty alone is not enough. The slave must respect his master, and respect must be whipped. Since you have given a small gift, then you should taste more suffering. "
Consciousness flowed back like a tide, filling the nooks and crannies of his mind. Walter felt like he was walking, his steps numb and stagnant. His noble robes were soaked with sweat, urine and blood. The taste of blood was in his mouth , the place where his tongue was bitten was swollen. Groups of Druchi passed by on both sides of him, their pale faces floating vaguely on the edge of his perception.
There was a shadow in Walter's mind, which was drifting from his consciousness. Quietly receding from the middle. Darkness, coldness, claws, too ancient to understand. They both moved him and made him uneasy. If he focused too much on the memory, he would feel his fragile control over his body beginning to collapse. He suddenly saw When he arrived at his father, his father smiled at him and walked over slowly. He also stretched out his hand to hug his father. Just when he was about to hug his father, the world refocused. At this time, Ren helped
him Walter stood in the garden of Nightlord's Castle.
Friday's episode of Krakarlond's Melon Eating ended
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