Atlas Double Star Book

Eight golden pagodas stand far away. The tops of the towers of different heights are shaped like asymmetrical keys, and the tops of the towers are decorated with different moon phases.A late Ibagne style, the Sibyls consider themselves the most orthodox successors of Ibagne.

At first, there was no Sybil.300 years after the destruction of the ocean empire, some of the survivors of Ibane returned to the remaining islands and became Omega people who were good at music.The other part continued to wander in the mainland, hiding in darkness.Then Anabas the Restorer appeared, and the one-eyed man told them that to gain mercy, the displaced must knock on the door of their master with a sword in hand.So they marched north, following the salt crystals and the moon... The golden snake ring and the blue-bottomed banner were planted again and again in the city where the gunpowder was still in the air, "Sybil's Battle Song" was sung among the conquered nations, and the three imperial capitals were uprooted And up, a golden dome with jagged edges rose to the north.

A vast empire rises in Frost and Blades.

The music stopped, and the crisp sound of clinking glasses stood out. The symposium celebrating the suppression of the Icefield Rebellion continued in the royal courtyard. There is no doubt that the Seventh Knights are the well-deserved protagonists, especially the one with green eyes who is called by admirers. The Thousand Riders of the "Oasis Star".

Trande Muawia?Heh--damned bastard, half-Sybyl, bug.

The magic flag flicked his sleeves, but this alone still couldn't dispel the nausea. If he had stayed with that vicious bastard just now for half a minute, he would have fainted on the spot.They couldn't figure it out, how could the queen promote a bastard to be the commander of a thousand knights, or even the head of the Royal Knights?After all, a woman is a woman. If it was the former emperor "Spirit Rey", he would never tolerate his widow making such an absurd decision!Recalling how decisively Liquor Rey punished the rebellious bastards back then, Demon Banner couldn't help but sigh, he was not the only nobleman who missed the former emperor.After all, Sybil is corrupting, the noble blood is corrupting, and this imperial capital has long been rotten to the bone.

Mo Qi remembered that when he was 12 years old, his father took him to Xiadu to meet the emperor for the first time... The golden gates were gradually opened, and when he was dizzy, the Rose Palace suddenly appeared in all his senses like drowsy drowsiness.The sense of oppression, the rose blooming in the whirlpool of swords, the labyrinth of blood, the heart of the empire.

The magic flag stopped, and someone toasted him, interrupting the memory.

The nobles heard of his "little gift" to Trand and came to celebrate.That group of bastards should be locked out of the city gate. How can a group of mobs deserve the title of the Royal Knights?Their leader's surname was neither Corroon nor Archimboldi.The half-Sybyl's surname is Muawia, which is ridiculous. More than half of the population of any small country in the western plateau may have the surname Muawiya, not to mention that the man has mud-colored skin, which perfectly interprets the word untouchable.Half-Sybyl?Oh, not as good as the common people, we are ashamed to ask the noble half-Sybyls to provide golden fruit, the men laughed.They saw that Trand was showing off with others, and the delicious blond young attendant went to the direction of the mirror garden.The magic flag said: Cheers to His Royal Highness and "Spirit Rey".For Rey, for our true emperor—men drink when they thirst.

"Only he is like the former emperor," the Demon Banner murmured, "Only His Highness Triste is Sybil's only hope."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will definitely like the head of the white tiger. Since Trunder refuses to give the spoils, he will go and get the magic flag himself.

Everyone in the imperial capital knows that their crown prince likes to collect first-class specimens, whether it is hunting or strange monsters, the eldest prince likes them all. That's how the nickname "Bloody Crown Prince" came about, and His Royal Highness Triste was very satisfied with it.Indeed, like his father.

The magic flag left the court of lions where the banquet was held.He knew where what he wanted was. The box containing the head of the white tiger must have been placed in the underground of the outer castle, that is, the underground corridor between the outer and inner walls of the imperial palace.The dark and deep underground corridor is actually a temporary prison, in order to punish soldiers who made mistakes, or temporarily put the heads of criminals who need to be hung on the city gate.

No guard would keep out of his way, even though they all knew it was Trand's prize.What did it matter if Trand threw a fit over it?After all, this is what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants. Now that the emperor is not in the capital, Triste, the eldest son, is the regent.Everyone knew that, and the Magic Banner was satisfied with that.

When the guards opened the iron gate, a strong smell of blood came to their faces, and the Sybils trembled, staring at the two heads resting on the scarlet velvet cushion.

In the dungeon, there is a pair of master and apprentice making specimens, a man and a girl.When they saw the magic flag, they hurriedly saluted.The magic flag is very interested in the girl and looks up and down.He found the girl's hand was bleeding, so he asked, "What happened to your hand?"

"It was accidentally pricked by a needle just now. I don't know why. There are many needles in the barbarian's head." The girl replied weakly, not even daring to raise her head.

"Needle? What kind."

The male body collector presented the head of the barbarian leader, and flatteringly said: "Lord Praslier, I had expected this head to be a plaything of interest to His Royal Highness, so I dealt with it first. But I don't know Why, when we wanted to change the stuffing of the specimen, we opened the head, only to find that it was full of needles... densely inserted into the brain, and Yiya accidentally pricked her hand."

"Interesting, maybe these beasts use this to control monsters."

The magic flag held up the head of the barbarian leader. This man who was once known as the "heart-eater" still has a bloody mouth, his shriveled tongue hangs on the left side, and the skin of his eyes and eye bags has collapsed like wax that is about to melt. , or that it was impossible for the Sibyl to let him close his eyes and rest, so he nailed his black eyelids with nails.

"Tsk, it's not very well preserved, bastards are really used to rough things!" The magic flag held up the man's head, and the dead man's cloudy eyes seemed to be still staring at him, "But this resentful expression is still there, Not bad... You look so angry, could it be that Trande Muawia did such a bad thing to you? Over there, come here."

The magic flag made a gesture, the girl was stunned and didn't react, until someone reminded her that she took the barbarian's head from the magic flag tremblingly.She has made several head specimens for the crown prince, and every time she thinks that she is more familiar with the corpse, but in fact, when she holds the bloody head again, she will still be so nervous that her brain will empty, and the cold touch in her hand Like electricity.The Magic Banner told her to take the barbarian's head with her. The guards looked embarrassed, but they kept their mouths shut.

"Look at this again... tsk tsk tsk, what a nice little guy." Mo Qi smiled and held up the beast's head.

It was a white tiger. Its head alone was big and heavy. It might be able to bite off two human heads at the same time. It was hard to imagine what it would be like when it was still alive... Legend has it that the icefield barbarians rode this monster to fight.The monster's fiery red eyes were wide open, and its sharp teeth were as transparent as glass. There was no trace of blood on its soft hair, and even the severed cervical spine was white and wiped very clean.It seems that Trander really loves this monster, and has already done basic embalming treatment.The magic flag found it interesting, so he turned around and asked the trembling human girl: "Honey, you can make a specimen of this beautiful tiger head. This is a gift from me to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Before the girl answered, the master rushed to choose the white monster.He also wanted to claim credit for the crown prince.

The magic flag drew out his whip and taught the impolite man a lesson, and the male corpse collector rolled to the ground crying for mercy.The Sibyl knight was astonishingly powerful, and after being whipped with such force, the man's back was torn apart in a short while, and he passed out from the pain.The smell of blood already made the magic flag extremely excited, but the feeling of whipping the flesh aggravated the anxiety. His mouth was dry and his fingers trembled so much that he couldn't even hold the whip.The magic flag panted and glanced at the girl.

The guards understood, exited the room, and closed the iron door.

"Okay my dear, it's an honor for you to be chosen." The magic flag smiled and approached the girl who was huddled in the corner, kept the whip and gloves aside, untied her belt, and hugged her up.

The girl did not dare to resist, not even to cry.The Sybyl man ripped her gown.The bruised male corpse collector fell to the ground and cried, and immediately, the pain also entangled the girl.She forced herself to think of something beautiful.She thought that she had to go back to cook tonight and clean up the house. The long-awaited guests should be arriving soon.

Her vision became wet and misty, and finally the girl saw——

The monster's head seemed to move.

Egg stood by the side boredly, watching the silver-haired scholar keep drinking, and Kaloyalo, who loves to be lively, had gone somewhere for a long time.

And Trand... Egg hadn't seen him yet.Trand should have been surrounded by ladies, and with that pleasing skin, he was familiar with the courtesies and ridicule from everywhere.Thinking of this, Egg was not very happy.Oh, Trande Muawia, with his strong body with broad shoulders and thin waist, ladies love to stick up and ask him to take his arm and walk around the garden privately twice; with a pair of green eyes with thick eyelashes The eye, and the tear mole under his left eye; and the whispered reputation of his "knight of the lance"...

At this point, Egg was indeed angry.He suddenly asked Pelias: "Why do you keep drinking?"

The scholar wanted to put down the wine glass but couldn't find the edge of the table. He couldn't put it down after several attempts, so he had to hold it in his hand.Pelias moved his neck left and right: "Why don't you speak in a decent way?"

"Anyway, you're drunk and don't remember anything. It doesn't matter what I say."

"However, your aristocratic accent matches this, which feels a bit funny." Peleas laughed softly.

Egg continued on his own: "Trand and I haven't seen each other for two years."

"Too long." The scholar took another sip.

"We are often like this. After all, he is in the imperial capital and I am in the Duke's fief Urkan. The knights are like this...Pelias, are you drunk? Please answer me with the rigor of a scholar."

"That's right!"

"Very good," Egg paused, and said in a low voice, "Actually, I miss him a little..."

The drunk guy immediately interjected, "Yeah, I can understand that. There wasn't a single day that I didn't draw when Neil was on the field."

"What are you drawing?"

"It's nothing..." The scholar seemed to wake up suddenly, shaking his head vigilantly, "Just... drawing dogs or something."

"You're still drawing Neil, right?"

"What's the use of drawing him? What's the use of staring at his portrait? You can only mock yourself like a constant paranoid: 'Pelieas, what are you wasting so many pencils for? College with a degree in 'Drawing Neal'?'”

Egg thought the scholar had had too much to drink.The white axe wine with cloves added has a pungent taste. As long as you take a sip, the overbearing wine will rush from your mouth to your nose like a tiger, choking your eyes with moisture.Egg liked this way of drinking very much, but he didn't know that Peleas could drink so unrestrainedly.

Another good-natured person waited for an opportunity to approach them, watching as if nothing had happened, from the scholar's unnatural silver hair to the thin heel.Even Egg, who was on the side, felt displeased.

The name "Peleas" alone arouses curiosity.Three years ago, when this notorious mage came to the imperial capital, rumors of panic and curiosity followed. People always wanted to see what the "silver mage" looked like with their own eyes.Legend has it that the mage single-handedly killed a giant beast, and the death of the beast made him cursed, and he fell into a deep sleep for seven years.Some people say that he was lost in the gap between dreams during those seven years; others say that his body is dead, but he can live forever in other people's dreams... He was once a human being, but now he is as old as Sybil.Legend has it that he has no heartbeat, so he cannot leave the fire, otherwise he will not be able to wake up after being frozen.I heard that he still raises monsters in the basement...

The bold young girls laughed and pretended to be careless and sneaked over, wanting to touch the scholar's long hair——Egg pulled the drunken scholar into his arms, and looked at him indifferently like a leopard, frightened The girls smiled awkwardly, opened the bone fans, and hurried away.

The scholar groped, intending to raise another glass that was half spilled, but Yi Ge immediately pressed down on the rim of the glass with two fingers: "No more, if I drink any more, I will have to carry you into the carriage." Pelias He waved his hand and tried to get another glass of wine, but knocked over the glass.

Not far away, Duke Kaloyalo is triumphantly performing his fire spells for his friends.That guy always said mysteriously that he could cast extremely lethal fire spells.Almost everyone who heard it believed it, after all, the duke did enjoy the title of "Flame of the Empire" (Igo thought that only eleven or twelve-year-old students would be willing to give themselves such weird nicknames).Kaloyalo was gearing up, and he also used this trick to trick Peleas.

Peleas smiled: "I just...wanted to drink some more. I'm glad that Neil is back, right? I haven't seen him for more than a year, but I think about the moment of reunion every day. Important I'm so proud of him at the moment... but if I don't drink more, I don't know what to do..."

Egg held his wobbly friend up.Perhaps it would be better to take him to a quiet place to rest, the knight thought so, the Court of Lions is connected to the Court of Mirrors, it is a good place.

"You know, Egg, many people like Neil, many, many girls." Peleas said suddenly.

Egg remembered something Trand had said.

"Yes, those families are waiting for Neil to become a knight."

Peleas paused for a moment, until consciousness struggled free from the spiral of dizziness.He touched the ring, as if there was hangover medicine on it, the music was mixed with the chatting and laughing of Kaloyalo and his female companions, and vaguely he heard someone talking about Neil again.He must be very miserable at the moment, after all, he doesn't know whether he is standing still or half leaning on Egg.It's ridiculous, before he was just drinking while thinking about what to say to Neil... But when he realized that the wine glass in front of him was more than half empty, it was already too late.

"Look what I'm doing..." Peleas held his forehead with a wry smile.Why did you just sit down?And still sitting by the spring water, this courtyard is quiet and quiet, away from the hustle and bustle of the symposium.Maybe Egg had helped him over?Someone handed him a glass of lime sorbet, and Peleas felt better after drinking it, and Egg was watching him worriedly.

"It's so funny. The last time I drank alcohol was probably..." the scholar looked at the stars and calculated, "At least ten years ago, right? Neil just had an accident at that time."

"You drink all day and night, and you don't sleep. The Duke dare not leave you alone." Egg leaned against the colonnade with his arms folded.When it came to the past, the scholar looked even more depressed, and the knight felt guilty and couldn't speak.He knew exactly what those seven years meant to Peleas.

The boy fell asleep forever, and Peleas locked himself in a lonely tower, and did not speak for seven years.

Indeed, the two who have lost time are no longer separated... They coexist in that tower, day and night together, with neither tomorrow nor anywhere else.Perhaps this is what Neil longed for back then.

Isolated from the irreversible day and night, the two just exist, never ending.

Egg took a deep breath: "You seem to be avoiding Neil, what's wrong with you?" Egg was not good at talking, so he could only stare at his friend.

"I'm not avoiding it." Peleas' expression changed again and again. He was about to deny it, but then swallowed his strong tone, gathering up broken courage like a confessor on the edge of a cliff.After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly changed his words: "No, it's different, Neil has long been a man in charge of his own affairs."

The wine in his body seemed to be ignited, and the air turned into sea water everywhere, choking him so much that he just wanted to float up and take a real breath.Alcohol was blowing hot and cold over him.

"Is there any way to let me be by his side?" Pelias asked suddenly, then shook his head with a wry smile.

The music paused for a moment, then lazily resumed.The knight glanced uneasily at the feasting light.

"Igger, you understand, right?" Peleas' lungs were still burning and aching, "He and I... can't live together anymore, because—"

Pelias said nothing.

The "because" is redundant.He didn't want to delve into it either.Every time he thinks about why he can no longer be alone with Neil, an inexplicable sense of fear will forcibly stop him.

Maybe he had changed himself and became afraid of Neil, but he didn't know why.