Chapter 543 (1/2)
Before Joe spilled a liter of ale all over George, about a quarter of an hour ago.
MAG is sitting in a simple and simple rest room on the west side of Chaoyi hall.
Through the French windows, you can see the guests gathered on the grass outside.
In the sky, the silver moon shines high, the thick clouds are dispersed, and the air is extremely clean, so the visibility is very high. You can clearly see a black spot slowly across the surface of the silver moon.
”Mount Eyre What on earth is that? ” MAG sat on a small sofa by the window and watched the black spot slowly across the moon.
Outside the landing window, on the grass not far from the rest room, stood several men in ordinary army uniforms.
With their hands back, they seem to be idle chatting about something.
You don't have to look at them one more time. From such a distance, MAG could ask them about the unique taste of Shanghai dramway.
In the corner of the rest room, there are two young people who are wearing ordinary court Knights' clothes, but also with the peculiar cold and murderous smell of Hydra secret guard.
They were a little bit away from Marge, but they were very close to the two doors of the lounge. One of the two doors leads to Chaoyi hall and the other to the banquet hall where the group dance is going on.
Mag's in a bit of a bad mood.
He lowered his head, his knees in his hands, and his body swayed back and forth.
He was smiling, with a kind of weird smile.
It's like, in his childhood, hiding in Apophis palace with his father He hid in the dark closet, expecting and slightly afraid, waiting for his father to pull himself out of the darkness.
”Oh, what do you promise?”
MAG pursed her lips and hummed a traditional lullaby from the bottom of her throat.
A door of the rest room was pushed open, and Mata XIII, who was slightly tired, stepped in.
He walked into the lounge, took out a plaid handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead. With a long breath, he strode across to Marge and sat heavily on the sofa.
”MAG!” Martha XIII looked at MAG seriously.
”Hello, your highness.” MAG put his hands on his knees, raised his head and looked at Martha XIII quietly. ”I think you've brought some news that I don't want to hear, have you?”
”What do you say to restore my title?”
”Shouldn't it be that, in front of so many distinguished guests, I formally restored my status as a member of the royal family, restored my due Title Treatment, and let me reappear in front of the imperial public?”
”Why, I'm sitting here, waiting for you all the time, waiting for you all the time.”
”I can hear cheers, applause from the next room Ah, how many original grassroots people, once they were lucky, became the nobles above? How many worthless coppers did the Empire take out and sprinkle them lightly in exchange for their praise and gratitude? ”
Mata XIII opened his eyes wide and took a deep breath as he looked at the mean mag.
”Mary is right.”
”What was she right about?” MAG tilted his head and looked at Martha XIII with a smile: ”you promised me, you promised that I would get what I deserve at this year's new year's celebration But I'm sitting here like a fool, alone, with eight more Hydra guards watching me
”Eight Hydra guards are watching me. I'm sitting here alone like an abandoned stray dog!”
”From my trust in you, from my attachment to my own blood, from my respect for the reputation of the imperial family, from my little vanity of Royal identity and imperial title Before one o'clock in the afternoon, I arrived at Hydra palace in fear and servitude... ”
”And then, I've been sitting here.”
”I've been sitting here foolishly since three o'clock Four, five, six, seven... ”
”I have been quietly waiting for the arrival of the court ceremonial officer, I have been waiting for your call.”
”I've been looking forward to opening the door you just entered, walking through the short corridor, standing in front of you in the amazement of thousands of people, accepting your canonization, and restoring everything I deserve.”
”But I didn't wait...”