Chapter 70 42. Happy Family
Walter's pupils refocused, he took a deep breath and asked in a low voice: "Ren, did I just shout out?"
"Your voice echoed throughout Krakalund.
" Te looked at Ren with a stiff face. Ren patted Walter on the shoulder and said with a smile: "No, you didn't make a sound. You sit here and rest first. I have to pick up my brother."
At the same time. , Hagrid Grave is also holding Hanir Hala.
Malus Blackblade was also experiencing the same thing. Hatred boiled in his mind and muscles, black poison filled his veins, and the desire to tear flesh and blood tortured him. He wanted his The enemy squirmed and stinked, crying for mercy.
Malus straightened up, his steps stronger and more purposeful, and walked out of the door to the outer court, which opened silently before him. In the distance, many low-level nobles and their families were waiting. They were not qualified to be entertained by the Night Governor. Instead, they tortured themselves in their own way, cutting and piercing their bodies as a sign of devotion.
The air was filled with the smell of blood, and the outer court where the lower-class dignitaries lived had a festive atmosphere. The food and wine on the plates carried by the waiters shuttled among the dignitaries. Laughter, sighs of pleasure, and screams of agony rose like musical notes above the sounds of conversation. Malus looked at the ghostly faces of the departing dignitaries and whispered to each other. He looked at all this with disdain and forced his body to walk.
At the end of the line, a small group of dignitaries were waiting. After a while, Malus found that one of the three dignitaries was looking at him with interest. He forced himself to try to recognize the face, but he couldn't remember the name.
This powerful man was of medium height, somewhat scrawny, and the thinness of his youth had not completely dissipated. His head was shaved except for a pirate-style topknot, and his pointed ears were adorned with glittering spirit rings. There was a sparse goatee on his narrow chin, and his black pupils were dilated with excitement, as if shining with hidden knowledge.
"Who is this self-righteous idiot?"
Malus frowned and looked at this idiot. This idiot noble's robes and Kaitan materials were very good, but they lacked trimming. The leather almost reached this idiot's knees, and the Hadrica around his neck It is the mark of the dark red mountain peak.
"Nice to meet you, Your Excellency." The idiot lowered his head and bowed, saying pretentiously. He then asked softly, "Your Excellency, are you satisfied with the gift I prepared in Krakarond?"
Malus knew who this idiot was. Ferland Baller, his cousin, he eyed carefully, the fool who was here to ensure peace between Hagrid Grave and the Nagor after decades of pain and blood The settlement was recently reached after the dispute. Therefore, the fool enjoys a certain degree of political protection.
The caution and anger in Malus's heart were intertwined, and he said coldly: "Oh, yes. I received it, thank you for your gift."
Forlan came closer, his voice seemed to be full of conspiracy, and whispered "Excellent! We have much to discuss, my cousin. As you know, I spent some time with your family at the court of Hagrid Grave, and" he tried to squeeze out A self-effacing smile, "I pride myself on knowing a thing or two about the art of conspiracy. I have learned some things, some very interesting things, and I think you will find them important." Forlan put a hand on Malus on his shoulder, "My cousin, if we form an alliance of equals, we can all benefit from it, eh!"
Malus's left hand grasped Follan's throat in a vague fatal movement. Ferland was pale and his eyes were bulging. One of his followers shouted and rushed forward, reaching out to grab Malus's wrist, but Lunara's sword passed through the air and chopped off the follower's watermelon. Another of Furlan's waiters shivered back, raised his hands in surrender, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
"That's right, Ferlan, my dear cousin, you do have something to discuss with me." Malus roared viciously, holding his hand tighter.
Ferlan's face grew paler, and his hands grasped in vain.
"I will discuss with you how to peel off your scabbed skin and carve away the muscles with a thorn blade, then spread your ribs and see your shrunken organs. I will peel off your pathetic face with a thorn blade and Put it back on your face like a mask, and I will discuss with you how you knew I went to Krakarond. You will tell me who gave you this information and why. You will talk to me Discuss all this. Then you will pray through your ragged lips that I will be very restrained and not show you how deep the darkness is in my heart!"
On the side of Krakarond, Franais met with Anissa on behalf of the Takaia family. La, their family has not entered the hall for hundreds of years, and can only show their loyalty by committing suicide outside. However, after being loyal to Darkus and getting the affirmation of Newkel, the Takaia family is qualified. Annasara didn't make things difficult for him, she just went through the process.
This year's Hanil Hara is over, and the next one will be held in 10 years.
After the Twilight Tide ended, Anasara told Darkus to go find her, but Darkus kept delaying.
Darkus was worried that Anasara's black magic would pry into his inner secrets, but he still had to go to the audience because the fool Ferland Bale was gone, and he knew what was waiting for that fool, so he Gotta get that thing done. Anasara was still sitting on the throne, and the body on the ground had been taken away. Only the blood stains remained on the marble floor tiles. The hall was empty, with Nukel and Maranur still standing around.
She did not ask how Darkus became the chosen one of Moraig Heg, as she was not interested. Instead, she asked Darkus what he thought about the future.
Darkus lowered his head and said respectfully: "Mother, fate seems to direct me to go to Lustria in the south."
Anasara nodded calmly and said: "During the dusk tide, Ardaeus Want you to do something?"
"Yes, Clan Mother, I'm going to go to the Temple of Ardaeus on the Black Ridge Mountains in a while."
Anasara could guess what the errand was, and it was nothing more than helping Ardaeus do it. A handy weapon, she turned to look at her son and said, "Prepare some materials for Darkus then, and also get some equipment for the family's children."
Nukel nodded and accepted the order.
Annasara continued: "Do you need the family's help to go to Lustria?"
"Thank you, mother, there is no need to just explore the way for the time being, but there is something right now." After saying that, Darkus came out of his arms. He took out the treasure map and held it in his hands.
Anasara directly used black magic to pull the treasure map over, held it in her hand to look at it, laughed, and threw it into Newkel's hand.
"What do you want to do?"
Darkus had thought about it before and said directly: "Mother, I need a fake soul dagger, fake enough to fool the big devil's perception!"
As soon as he heard the word big devil , Anasara and Newkel looked at Darkus, and Maranur, who was still in a daze, also came back to his senses.
Anasara stared at Darkus and said seriously: "Tell me more specifically."
"I want to take out the real one and replace it with a fake one. It's better to throw the real one into an active volcano in the Black Ridge Mountains or sacrifice it." To His Majesty the Witch King Malekith."
Annasara laughed and said: "From what you say, this thing is quite hot, haha, Elariel the Cursed." After saying that, he stood up and instantly Move and the person disappears.
"The whole family is a fun-loving family."
Darkus shook his head.
Teleportation, borrowed from the official novel The Sword of Caledor, Morathi teleports directly from Sulefit to the ground.
(End of chapter)