[Slow Wear] Assassin System

Nid Hogg's name has always belonged to only one person

No one expected that the person who suddenly appeared in the academy and directly broke the debate was the Queen Mother.

The empress dowager's confusion is not a secret among the aristocratic circles of the Saint-Lumier Empire, and scholars have also heard of it more or less.

However, the queen mother has never been involved in politics, and her influence is limited. In addition, the two generations of kings have protected this lady very well. Therefore, the attitude of most scholars towards the queen mother is to "keep her at a respectful distance." .

The big brother standing on the table who was known for his quick thinking was the first to react, he quickly jumped off the table and saluted the Queen Mother: "Your Highness!"

This behavior has greatly reminded a group of scholars whose minds are still stuck in the debate. People climbed up and down from their impolite positions, stood still and saluted unevenly, and the voices of greetings kept coming and going.

But the queen mother didn't care about this at all. She looked in such a bad state that she seemed to faint at any time. She stared at the scholars in the palace and repeated again: "'Dark survivors are not sinners'—this is your Deciphered it?!"

The maids rushed up and surrounded the Queen Mother. They had never seen such an expression on the Queen Mother's face. The leading woman hurriedly supported the crumbling Queen Mother: "Your Highness! You need a doctor!"

"No! I don't need it!" The Queen Mother shook off her hand, as if gaining strength again, "Let go of me, Kaisha, I want to know what was written on the slate brought back by His Majesty!"

She turned to the scholar who had just turned over from the table: "Have you finished reading, right? Please tell me!"

The scholar suddenly found himself in trouble. He didn't want to explain his theory to the Queen Mother, whom he had never met, and his colleagues around him were hostile and suspicious of his interpretation. It would be inappropriate to preach before the debate was over.

But if you don't say it... the Queen Mother won't faint!She looks like a lioness who lost her cub...

Fortunately, the scholar didn't need to worry about this, because the monarch he was loyal to had already walked down the stairs quickly-before that, the scholars were obsessed with disputes, and no one noticed that the returning monarch had entered the palace.

So there was another wave of salutes: "Your Majesty!"

"Mother! What's wrong with you?" Baldr walked quickly to the Queen Mother, "Are you feeling unwell?"

The queen mother looked at her son, like a lost girl who finally found her relatives. Her eye circles turned red, and tears came as soon as she said it: "Is what they said true? The dark survivors in the end?" Is it a sinner? Are these all recorded before?"

Scholars who had never seen the Queen Mother were frightened by her appearance. They knew that the Queen Mother was not very reliable, but they did not expect her to be so ignorant of world affairs.

Baldleton felt a headache, he half held his mother's arm: "Mother, can you rest with me for a while? The academic discussion is not over yet, and I will give you an answer soon."

"Everyone is wrong, right? We have all been deceived, aren't we?" However, the Queen Mother couldn't help it anymore. She looked at her son and burst into tears. Completely pitiful, "Balder, tell mom!"

"Please don't cry!" Balder hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe his mother's face. The experienced maids rushed forward and gently surrounded the Queen Mother. You put your arms around my waist, and then worked together. The queen mother was transported out of the school, perfectly demonstrating what it means to be a court lady.

Even the broken vase has been cleaned up by the attendants. The young king and the queen's maids have a perfect understanding, and it is obvious that they have been cleaned up more than once.

The queen mother was crying out of breath, the monarch was anxious to appease his mother, before he left he looked back at Sullivan, the deputy immediately understood the monarch's meaning.

The scholars watched the queen mother and the king leave one after another, and the academic palace was dead silent. People looked at each other in blank dismay, and the academic atmosphere disappeared.

Sullivan had no choice but to clear his throat, pretending nothing happened: "My lords! Your Majesty has finished inspecting the border of my St. Lumir, and St. Amber's sun is at stake! We need to decipher the contents of the stele as soon as possible!"

Seeing that the scholars finally returned to their souls one after another, Sullivan gave another dose of strong medicine: "Your Majesty has an order! The adult who first interprets the correct content will be appointed as the first seat of the academy, and will be responsible for the affairs of the academy from now on! "

In the past, there were high-ranking officials and rich salary after being ordered in danger. After stabilizing the scene, Sullivan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally he was able to retreat behind the scenes.

I don't know what the queen mother thought of... I can only rely on my majesty to go down to appease me...

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It is still a small garden in the royal palace, the soft light gently sprinkles on the competing flowers, and it is gorgeous.

Balder sat in the small pavilion, watching helplessly as his mother sobbed.

The Queen Mother pressed half of her face with a handkerchief, and she was so oblivious to crying that she stopped from time to time, as if she had stopped crying.

"It's useless..." She coughed a few times and continued to cry, "I can't find it..."

Balder's heart skipped a beat.

Why is mother crying?This time seems to be different from the usual daily confusion. The last time my mother was so sad... was when my father passed away.

She kept asking "the survivors of darkness are not sinners"... Those precious metals that were all transported out of the capital, the man who came and went freely in the dark realm...

The secret buried deeply by her mother and shared by her father seems to have opened a hole because of this.

Balder looked at the maid: "Kasha, take the maids to prepare for today's banquet first, mother is here with me."

When the king comes back from his inspection tour, it is customary to hold a banquet in the court to cleanse the dust. Generally speaking, this kind of banquet needs to be hosted by the queen. If there is no queen, it will be held by the highest-ranking noblewoman. They were all entrusted to her maids.

Kaisha understood very well that the king and the queen mother had something to say, so she simply accepted the order and led a group of attendants to retreat.

Finally, there was no one around, and the Queen Mother gradually stopped crying. She looked down at the flowers beside her, thinking of something, and the mist was brewing in her eyes again.

Baldr asked softly at this moment: "Mother, although there is no conclusion, I think...the Dark Remnants are not demons despised by the God of Light."

The Queen Mother trembled slightly, and the young monarch continued: "On the contrary, we are suspecting that the sun was brought by the remnants of darkness."

The queen mother had never heard of this statement. She raised her head in despair, and saw Balder's most sincere expression.

"If this is true, then we have made too many mistakes." Baldr said slowly while observing his mother's expression, "I am very happy that I can successfully get the original According to the literature and records, the fall of the sun is unstoppable, and my wish in this life is to see the new sun rise, and it was a correct decision to step out of the glorious place."

On the way back to the royal capital, Baldr thought a lot about the dark survivors and the sun, the tradition and truth of thousands of years.

Maybe it's because his father, queen, and queen never talked about these things in front of him when he was a child. He didn't hate the dark survivors like the people around him. He was just obsessed with the brilliant sun since he was a child.

If... If the Dark Remnant could really bring the Sun, then how ridiculous this world would be!

"But it's still too late." Balder held his mother's trembling hand and said softly, "It's still too late... If the Dark Remnants are the saints loved by the gods, as long as they can raise the sun, I can bear any price, I— —”

"Bear?" The Queen Mother held her son's hand backhand, and she raised her head sadly and painfully, "But you don't need to bear these costs at all."

Balder was taken aback: "What?"

"He has taken it all!" The queen mother became more and more emotional, "All the suffering is on him! He replaced my useless mother, his cold father, and his lucky brother!"

Baldr only felt a chill in his heart, and he heard himself repeat stupidly: "What?"

"When I was pregnant! Those people made a prophecy, they said that the prince will bring light, a child of light—" The queen mother was about to collapse, "You are like a child of light, but your twin brother is pure Black eyes and pure black hair—he was abandoned by us!!!”

"Baldr, go and save your brother! Mom is begging you!"

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St. Amber, Spike Mouth.

Fenrir stood in the holy pavilion, looking up at St. Amber's sun disk.

It was going out - never had Fenrir been so aware of that fact for a moment.

The huge silver-white sphere exudes soft cold light, beautiful and peaceful, it can no longer illuminate the entire city in the eternal darkness, it can only linger on the high holy pavilion.

Tens of thousands of years ago, a saint with black hair and black eyes lifted it up, and then there was light on this land.

Fenrir didn't want to watch any more, he turned around and walked down to the attic. The cold wind from the northwest swept up from the sky, sweeping away the bloody and rancid smell lingering around the mouth of the wolf's teeth.

Is it a disgusting smell...

Fenrir walked around the long stairs and returned to the room where he used to work. There was a bright flame burning in the fireplace, lit by flint and crystal lamps.

The crisp bell rang, Fenrir looked up at the window, the thick curtains were drawn, and his blurred shadow was reflected in the transparent window.

The bell continued to ring, Fenrir sat down slowly on the armchair in front of the fireplace, listening to the sound getting more and more urgent.

I don't know how long it took, but the bell finally stopped ringing. Fenrir got up this time and opened the switch next to the fireplace.

After a crackling sound, a secret door was moved away from the wall, and two men climbed up from the hidden passageway, covered in gray and black, looking extremely distressed.

They wrapped their heads and faces with turbans, and when they took off the disguise, they revealed black hair and black eyes mixed with mottled colors.

The older man was still coughing as if he had sucked the ashes from his entire lung, while the younger man looked at Fenrir unkindly: "Hungry wolf, what's wrong with you? Why are you so slow? Do you know how long we have been ringing the bell? "

The older man immediately pressed the young man's back and made him bend down: "How did you talk!"

Then he looked at Fenrir: "Master Fenrir, this kid can't speak, please don't argue with him."

Fenrir leaned on the rocking chair, and smiled when he heard this: "Ansuo, we are old friends too... How could I argue with a child because of a few words?"

The man named Ansuo grinned fiercely, "Being friends with Lord Fenrir... I dare not."

Fenrir nodded noncommittally: "So, what do I want?"

Ansuo didn't talk nonsense, and immediately took out a dirty cloth bag from his arms: "We found it after digging on the ruins for a long time, and the place has collapsed so badly that we can't see it. Looking for such a small thing that is a little bigger than It's much harder to kill."

Fenrir took the cloth bag, and untied the rope that bound it almost immediately. He threw the dirty packing into the stove, and then picked up the dagger under the cloth bag.

Perfect forging, pure black body, it is extremely beautiful.

"It's rare that this thing is strong, and it doesn't change after being burned." Ansuo's tone was full of exaggerated drama, "Do you know how much effort our people took to pull it out? It was inserted into the rock by the handle !"

Ansuo also felt a little emotional when he said this: "After all, it belongs to him... no wonder..."

The man was talking about his hard work there, eager to get more money, but Fenrir completely ignored his words.

He only looked down at the dagger in his hand, the flames danced charmingly on its edge, reflected in his crimson eyes.

Hearing Ansuo's flamboyant praise, the young man was a little unconvinced, and couldn't help but said: "It's just a dagger, many people have such strength!"

Ansuo yelled in a low voice: "Shut up! Compared with Mr. Nidhogg, you are simply not enough."

"Who wants to compare with him!" The young man complained in a low voice, "He can't afford Nidhogg's name, we should have changed our king a long time ago!"

Fenrir finally raised his head, he was still stroking the dagger in his hand, his red eyes slowly aimed at the young man, there was still a slight smile on his face, he could be called amiable: "Change another one? "

Young man: "Shouldn't I? I've never seen that guy, why should I obey others?"

Ansuo hurriedly smiled flatteringly: "Master Fenrir, don't listen to his nonsense, this kid is young and energetic, of course, we are willing to submit to the real king."

"The real... king?" Fenrir chewed on the word, "Ansuo, why don't I understand what you mean?"

"Ned Hogg is our king, but just being strong is not enough to get this title." Ansuo pointed out, "We need a king who can resist the Glorious Lands, not a king who shrinks his head and tail. We are all eager to tear the throats of the Holy See and the royal family like hungry wolves!"

Fenrir got up slowly, and wiped the dust off the dagger with a smile: "You're right, he really doesn't want to be on the throne."

An Suo was still pressing the back of the young man beside him, he smiled: "If you want, we—"

His voice stopped abruptly, and he died smiling.

Hot blood shot out from the man's throat, instantly reddening the ground and drenching the others. The young man stood up in horror and saw the kind Governor holding a bloody dagger.

The man's body fell limply on the ground, Fenrir shook his wrist, and the dagger in his hand seemed to come alive, jumping between his palms.

But the young man was not interested in appreciating it at all. He never thought that a governor who guarded the border could have such a good skill.

"How could you kill him?!" The young man lost his voice. He stepped back, barely dodging Fenrir's attack, "Aren't you a hungry wolf? How could you kill him?"

"Why not?" Fenrir lacked interest and did not intend to explain to the young man at all, "Please rest in peace."

His words fell with his sharp blade, and another line of blood was pulled away, followed by a gushing of hot blood.

"Pfft."

Another body fell.

Fenrir looked at the two warm corpses on the ground, and sighed softly: "What a pity... let their blood stain you red."

This sentence, he actually said to the dagger.

Even though he had just killed two people, Fenrir's heart remained unmoved. He turned around, picked up a clean white handkerchief from the luxurious table, and carefully wiped the sharp weapon in his hand.

The flames jumped, coating the sharp edge with a layer of warm brilliance.