Chapter 836： Inform (1/2)
The maid with dark hair and black dress walked in the corridor illuminated by the soft lights. The sound of boots pounding on the ground rang rhythmically in Lord Bomayr's ears. This crisp voice even made his overly chaotic mind cool a little. Then, after realizing that his mental state is really getting better, the inner court aristocrat couldn't help but look at the other side: "Miss Diana, thank you for your comfort ..."
"Raising your hand-after all, your state just wasn't suitable for meeting Your Majesty," said the Maid Captain with a look of indifference, and then stood in front of the door. "Go in, Your Majesty is waiting for you."
Before they knew it, they had reached the end of the corridor.
Lord Bommel standing at the door couldn't help but swallowed and looked at the black gold-grain wooden door in front of him. This reception room in the dormitory area was special. With his title, there was almost no chance to come here. However, now the great emperor Rosetta sent his maid to pick him up and let him see him here ...
This caused the Lord's mind to come up with various speculations.
Then he settled down, rang the door gently, and pushed in the door after getting permission.
In the soft, thick carpeted room, bright lights spilled from the roof, illuminating the furnishings in the reception room. The master was sitting on a high-back chair by the window, and turned his head to look at it.
"Close the door, Lord Bomayr," Rosetta Augustus nodded to the late-night visitor in front of him. "Then sit in this chair and talk about why you chose to meet me so late."
Lord Bomayr immediately turned his head to close the door, then turned and walked forward two steps, sitting opposite the emperor Rosetta. He felt the sweat on his forehead again, and his heart throbbed-he finally arrived. When he spoke, however, he found that the great courage he had accumulated before stepping out of the house had already consumed most of this road. At this moment, every breath he took was weakening his will and letting his fear of death slowly occupy. Have the upper hand.
Rosetta's deep eyes stared silently at this side, Lord Bomayr's heart was agitated, and under those eyes' gaze, he suddenly revived his courage and broke the silence with a particularly hoarse voice: "Hmm ... Your Majesty, I first ask for your forgiveness. I am rebellious ... I can't guarantee that I can finish my words later, so please remember every keyword I say--
"Your Majesty, the throat of Orandale! Gawain Cecil intervened! The cult's lair! The sleeper!"
A cold chill that pierced into the soul spreads up along the spine instantly. Lord Bommel felt his entire cervical spine puncture, and his brain was buzzing-death was coming, he triggered the alarm. His own brain must be dying fast, he is about to pay the price for his greed for strength and mysterious knowledge years ago ...
The only thing that is gratifying is that the numerous exercises in his mind before going out worked. In the shortest time, he successfully spoke out all the keywords before the brain nerves died, and did not come up with any **** "end of life" "In this way, even if His Majesty does not understand all the content he wants to convey, at least he can conduct a series of investigations based on keywords, and then ...
Block that terrible extraterrestrial wanderer out of the door of the empire.
Lord Beaumel leaned quietly on his chair, closed his eyes calmly, and waited for death to come.
A few seconds later, he found that he was still breathing, but death had not arrived as scheduled.
The brain is throbbing, and the heart is a little uncomfortable, but it doesn't look like a sign of death, but it is just a simple tension.
Lord Bomayr opened his eyes in confusion. He looked down at his body and muttered subconsciously: "This ... I'm not dead?"
"It seems so," said the voice of Emperor Rosetta calmly, and finally returned to the confused Lord Lord Mayer, who looked up and saw the emperor watching silently Looking at myself, there was something ... intriguing in his expression, "Lord Bomayr, you look alive."
Rosetta waved to him before Pommel questioned: "Diana, Lord, I need a refreshing glass of cold wine."
The dark-haired maid walked out of nowhere for a second, holding a glass of wine that was constantly decreasing in temperature until he took it, and Lord Bomayr didn't seem to react to what happened. He was subconscious. Thanks authentic, took a sip of wine almost instinctively, and finally the cold feeling finally restored his thinking ability: "Your Majesty, I ..."
"Answer my question first," Rosetta looked at Bomayer's eyes. "Are you shrouded in the fear of death just now? You carry a curse that can kill you-it will be based on you A keyword starts on its own? Does it work related to your spirit, or something that monitors thoughts, words and deeds? "
"Yes ... yes, Your Majesty," Lord Bommel replied honestly. "It should have been this way, but why ..."
"This room shields all spiritual spells," Rosetta adjusted her sitting position on the chair, calmly. "In fact, it shields almost all spell effects, including curses rooted in itself, and remote mental monitoring, leading to The psychological implication of suicide, and all the magic of harm that starts over time. "
Lord Bomayr's eyes widened slowly and his face was unbelievably unbelievable.
Rosetta ignored him, but turned to a corner of the room and said, "Ms. Windsor Mapel, thank you for your asylum-but please continue to maintain the asylum effect. We are not sure about Lord Bomayr. "The curse will delay the onset."
Bomayer noticed that there was still a fourth person in the room—the legendary mage association president seemed to be standing there all the time, but it wasn't until Rosetta spoke that he saw the man wearing a lilac dress A graceful and elegant lady walked slowly from there.
The opponent holds a mysterious orb that seems to be completely condensed by magic. The runes on the surface of the orb are the intangible power it emits, sheltering the entire room.
In amazement, Lord Bomayr subconsciously said to himself: "Why ..."
"Since the day before yesterday, four people have died bizarrely when trying to" report "," said Windsor Mapel, who held the ball. The legendary mage looked at Bomayer, and the pair were full. The eyes of Arcane Energy seem to be able to see all the secrets, "The details are amazing and consistent-they seem to try to say something to others before death, or convey information by means of hints and riddles, but just after they have paid their thoughts The brains were burned at the instant of action. "
"Two of them died in the Obsidian Palace, and the other two went to find the Duke of Perdina and the Duke of Seven, respectively," the Emperor Rosetta continued. "Maybe there are more similar situations-just no report yet, Or they didn't even have time to reach the person who wanted to talk, and accidentally uttered a key word at home and died. "
Beaumayer was stunned, and then he could not help expressing his fear.
It turned out that he didn't even have the opportunity to say those well-conceived keywords ... Fortunately, when he was practicing at home, he did not dare to turn his thoughts into words and deeds in reality, but only superficially simulated in the surface consciousness ... ...