Atlas Double Star Book

As soon as the earthquake ended, people in the imperial capital were panicked.

Trand was sitting at the table, playing with a leopard tooth necklace.The Abelwen engraved on it changes and glows in the dark.

Clearly, the man's mind was elsewhere.

The cell door opened, and it was Kaloyalo.Seeing the words on the necklace in Trand's hand, he said:

"'No sword can hurt, no darkness can fear', this is an ancient Ibbane prayer. Before the warriors went out to battle, lovers would burn it when they offered sacrifices to the god of love Mirane. The bones of prayers."

Trander twitched his eyebrows triumphantly, "This necklace was given to me by Egg!"

"No, it was given to you by Gulaner, and Egg just handed it over to you." The Duke shook his head.

Trand whistled and pretended not to hear.

Kaloyalo sighed and put a basket on the table.The basket was filled with fine white ash, wine, bread, apples, and freshly grilled muscles and steaks. "Egg asked me to bring you all these food and wine. He said: 'From the end of the trial to the contest, Trand will definitely not eat a mouthful of meat and drink a mouthful of wine in the palace'. This is why ah?"

"Baby, in order to prevent being poisoned. It's better to be hungry than dead." Trander rubbed his hands happily, and began to enjoy the wine and meat.

"It's a pity that this barbecue is almost meaningless. It's far worse than Neil's cooking... A good man still depends on his cooking skills. Do you know how many strong men in our knights call Neil 'sweetheart'? Peleas don't hurry up , those bastards under me are going to marry Neil crying and shouting. Hey, why don't you let Golden Bear marry him!" As he spoke, Trand became worried again: "Hey, I don't know Neil What's up with that guy. He's been using magic to contact me before, and look, it's the green stone."

"Twin stones, a messenger technique commonly used by warlocks." Kaloyalo said.

"Since the earthquake, this thing seems to be out of order. I haven't heard from Neil again, and Sparrowhawk hasn't come. I don't know how he is..."

"I heard that the damage to the north was serious, and many houses collapsed."

Trander became vigilant: "How about the winter gate? Is it also damaged? The situation of the winter gate was not very good before, and I think they have been dragging their feet to repair it."

Kaloyalo shrugged: "There is no problem in the north, they probably think so. I don't know the details, I just listened to what the maids said."

"It's not good," Trander walked towards the balcony with his hands behind his back. "Neil said in the communication that the number of monsters in the north has increased. What if... eh, forget it, what can I do now? I'm still worried about the trial."

The Duke was also worried, and then asked: "Then what about the next theocratic referee? Have you thought about a countermeasure?"

"No, I'm out of options." Trander shook his head bluntly, sat back at the dining table, and began to cut a piece of juicy roast leg of lamb.

"You two can't really fight to the death!" the Duke was anxious.

Trander shrugged: "Of course not, Egg has always hit me. My swordsmanship has never been better than him since I was a child. And the duel between the two of us is not once or twice. From bed to bed, that guy always beats me. Willing to draw a sword, haven't you seen it before?"

The Duke fell silent. He had indeed seen Egg and Trand fighting with swords in the tavern, talking and laughing at the same time, as if the consequences of being stabbed were similar to drinking an extra drink.

"So don't worry, I'll find a solution when the time comes." Trander patted his friend on the shoulder.

"But……"

"How's Egg doing? Miss me?" Trander smiled brightly.

"He's busy exercising, throwing knives."

Trande happily poured a glass of wine for the Duke, "That's great, he's also preparing for the theocracy."

"It's fine for everyone to make random gestures together, and pretend to die or something. Why don't you let me fight with you, I am very good at pretending to be dead, and I can definitely deceive others haha. I really don't understand why the Sybil nobles value theocratic referees so much .And...I don't think Egg will be merciless...If you have a flaw, he will probably stab you hard." The Duke took the wine glass.

Trander raised his glass and grinned drunkenly, "Isn't this very good? There is a proverb in the West Plateau...'Love is colder than death'."

"No, no, in that case, it's not love that's going to be cold, it's you that's going to be cold."

"If I die casually, how can he love me?" Trund said so naturally that the Duke felt more sympathetic to this guy.Trander lifted his shirt, exposing his firm wheat-colored chest, and pointed to the brand on his heart—the three-headed snake, the coat of arms of the Egg family.

"Forget it, I'm leaving, you wait until it gets cold." The Duke waved his hand indifferently.

"Karoyalo, wait a minute, I have something to tell you." Trander's attitude suddenly changed, he put down the wine and meat in his hand, and said seriously: "No matter how this matter ends... once it is over, you Immediately take Ego and Ishtar to leave the imperial capital and go to Omega."

"why?"

"Your Majesty's body won't last long. Once the crown prince succeeds..." Trande frowned and thought, "Don't ask so many questions, remember to stay away from the imperial capital quietly. I will also persuade Neil to take his The little silver-haired beauty goes back to the academy first. The situation in the court is about to change, and it is very dangerous. Also, don’t let the nobles know that the Happy Prince Omega is your concubine, or you will be in a very bad situation wonderful……"

"Please use the word 'lover'." The Duke deliberately coughed twice, "Then what do you do?"

"I……"

Before the words were finished, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from the corridor, followed by the stomping of guards and the sound of fencing as they saluted.

Someone is coming!

The Duke was very nervous. He only came to visit Trande, who was under house arrest, because of his relationship, but he couldn't be found out!So Kaloyalo frantically looked for a hiding place—there was a box!Before Trand could speak, Mr. Kaloyalo hurriedly hid in the box.It's just that the Duke is tall, with long arms and legs, and bumped his head in a hurry, causing him to whimper softly.

Trander yawned, took out the crystal ball and continued rolling it.He knew exactly who was coming, and he was just waiting for this person.

Tap, tap, tap...

The glass ball fell to the ground.

The sound of bouncing, clear and distinct bouncing, and then gradually rushing and compacting... finally turned into a rolling sound.

despair.

The glass ball hit the door.

coming.Trand swallowed.

At the same time as the door was opened, Trande had already knelt down on one knee and saluted solemnly:

"Good day, Your Majesty Dorset, may God's efforts shine on you."

A little boy with dark hair appeared at the door.

He is the second prince, just ten years old, just at the age of fun.The child was busy picking up the falling glass beads, completely ignoring the courtier's greetings.

"Are you looking for this?" Trander took out a beautiful crystal ball and handed it to the child.

"This is beautiful! Is it yours, Sir Muawia?" The child smiled.

Mr. Kaloyalo, who was hiding in the cabinet, breathed a sigh of relief.

Trand said, "Do you like it?"

"I like it, can you give me this?"

"However," Trander paused for a moment and asked in a relaxed tone, "What would you exchange for it?"

The Duke curled his lips, complaining in his heart that Trand was naive, even negotiating terms with children.

The young prince was silent, as if he was being questioned, or he was thinking about how to thank this selfless knight with the seriousness unique to children.The Duke listened with interest, for he was very fond of children.

Er, the child asked:

"Why do you want to exchange? What you have, isn't it mine?"

Trande smiled, as if teasing a child, "Indeed, I am a knight, the executor and devotee of the emperor's will. What about you, Your Highness Dorce, who are you to the emperor?"

Of course it is His Majesty's child, what a superfluous question.thought the duke.

The child laughed softly, and asked in an indifferent tone beyond his age: "Who do you want me to be? Dear Sir Muawia."

"You are the prince, and you are the glorious future of the empire."

"Then whose subordinate are you?"

"I am the bearer of the Golden Serpent Ring, the Sibyl knight, and the guardian of Gilthega."

"Give up those titles of emptiness, can they protect you?" The little boy said indifferently, and then smiled briskly: "You will be my sword."

"Exactly, I am the emperor's sword."

"Very good...then I'll exchange this ball with you." The young prince stretched out his right hand, and Trander bowed his head and kissed the power ring.Everything is natural, symbols of power follow their own trajectories, and people follow gravity.

"Sir Muawia, do you think I'm a better person than my brother?" the boy asked suddenly.

"You are, and I have no choice."

"Then go and defeat my enemies and get the glory I deserve. And there must be your glory in it." The little boy knelt on the ground, studying the glass ball seriously, but his tone was so cold that he was looking at the blade of the dagger. king.

"As you wish," said Trand.

The two then laughed again and started playing glass balls together.After a while, the boy got tired and was ready to play elsewhere.

"I'm going. Sister Sylvia promised to take me blueberry picking this afternoon. Goodbye, Sir Muawia, and may you be victorious. Egg Swalders is a tricky man, but I'm not like my mother hate him."

"When I win the trial by combat, Egg Swards will be handed over to me. In addition, I also want a fief and the position of Governor of the Western Plateau." Trand didn't even use a question, he was like an epic Like Carlamon, the hero of "Sybyl's Battle Song", it is natural to ask the king for spoils.

"Ha, do as you please. If the hero Calamon really has the ability to capture the Golden City and cut off the heads of the ten lords, then Ian, as the monarch, should satisfy his request." The boy patted his knee. .

"But Carramon offered to marry the king's sister, and Ian gave him a slave girl," said Trand.

"Sir Muawia," the little prince stood on tiptoe with a smile, stroking Trand's stubble curiously, "could you also be like Carramon, who disobeyed the king in a fit of anger and was cut off in the end?" A hand?"

"No, I am stronger."

"That's good, but it's a pity that brother Triste always doesn't understand this truth."

The more the Duke listened, the more confused he became. He was not very familiar with "Sybyl's Battle Song".The values ​​of the great epic are weird and distorted, and I am afraid that only pure Sibyls can figure it out.

The boy said to the box in the corner: "You can come out now, Duke Vulkan. You will get tired of playing hide-and-seek for a long time."

? !

Only now did the Duke recall that the senses of the Sibyls were beyond ordinary people.A small child can certainly easily detect that another person is hiding in the room.He was hesitant to come out and explain...

The boy said, "Sir, it seems you are on good terms with Duke Wurkan."

"It's nothing, we just spent some pleasant nights together." Trander lied along the way.

Nothing!The Duke coughed violently in shock, and could only stumble out of the box, looking at the prince and the knight commander in embarrassment.

"Ah~ tryst, just like in the story. No wonder the duke tried his best to save you," the little boy casually cleaned up the glass ball on the ground, "but it's too early for me to know these things about my lord. Don't Well, Sir Muawia, Lord, I wish you well."

After the prince left, Kaloyalo complained: "Why do you say that? Now, the whole court will think that I have something to do with you! How should I explain to Yi Ge later? If Amir comes to the imperial capital in September, He will hear such gossip! My reputation!"

"Forget it, the honey-colored rumors about you are as abundant as a garden full of lilacs. It doesn't matter if you have one or two more."

"Ahem... You don't seem to be qualified to say anything about me."

"Caroylo, you can't have weaknesses, and you can't let the enemy know who you really love."

"weakness?"

"Love is colder than death, and it also makes people more vulnerable." Trand spread his hands, as if showing palm prints to the prophet.

The brilliance of the Night Palace comes from the inside and the outside.

Numerous mirrors are prepared for the gold and sunset, decorating the outer walls of the palace, brilliant and noisy

Egg stood on the outer wall, looking at the palace from a distance.The trial was imminent, and he was no longer eligible to enter the palace, so he could only wait here for the Duke to return.

The wind was blowing, and he remembered that Trand had said before that the palace was beautiful and terrifying.

But Egg didn't feel that way himself.He can only understand the "beauty" presented by this scene, but cannot understand the abstract feelings of terror, awe, or desire contained in it.In Yi Ge's view, existence is existence, and everything else is superfluous.Therefore, he often felt that Trander was weird, and he really didn't understand why Trander had so many emotions and thoughts, like a hot wine glass about to overflow.

"Greetings to you, Your Royal Highness." Egg turned and saluted.

At this time, the visitor finally climbed the steps and walked towards Egg.It was a black-haired young man, thin and sickly, and his extremely luxurious blue and gold dress shone in the setting sun.

The crown prince raised his hand slightly, and Egg stood up lightly.The two young men stared at each other.

Although Yi Ge was not very happy, he also had to admit that they were the real kind.The values ​​are the same and similar.

"Egg Swards Gorgon." The Crown Prince spoke first.

Egg understood the other party's intention and remained silent.

"How long have we not seen each other? Ten years, 20 years? The time in the Emerald Court is really gone forever."

Yeah, they were teenagers then.Egg still remembered the scene, the noble boys in short frock coats, walking through the long, heavy shadows of the Emerald Court to hear the teacher lecture on the Sybyl's Battle Song.He didn't like it there, so he stopped going there after only half a year.Egg was taciturn when he was young, and he would not easily express his likes and dislikes, so the older nobles also trusted him.At that time, he did get along with a group of pure-blood children, including the crown prince and the magic flag.

Egg remembered his mother's words, "You are the sons of Anabas, you must love the shadow of the moon."

But he doesn't want that.

The crown prince stated his intentions straightforwardly: "I want you to kill the bedbug Trand Muawia. If you win the theocracy, the sins of your relatives will be forgiven, and you will still be Earl Gorgon."

Egg remained silent.

The crown prince said: "Several great families are mourning the death of Count Praslier. And you, the son of Count Gorgon, should return to us at this time."

"Your Highness... I am a sinner."

Triste sighed, looking at the golden dome of the Night Palace, "Edlevina still maintains her engagement with you, and the Sliman family still expects your reputation to be restored. Not to mention your mother's family, Swades Always loyal to Sybil."

"..."

"This time is a good opportunity, and you don't have to live this life without a reputation."

Egg stared at his fingers, long and bony.Trander liked these beautiful hands and would patiently lick his knuckles and fingertips.Wet, Egg thought, feeling soft.

The crown prince continued: "The magic flag is dead, you should come back to me, Sybil needs you."

Egg thought of gloves. He was going to order new gloves this winter.

"Tomorrow's theocratic referee, His Majesty the Emperor and I will watch from the high seat. I hope you will kill that thing." The crown prince twirled the power ring on his glove.

Egg saw it and thought it was a good one.

The bell rang, and the palace was about to close, and the two looked at the height of the moon in unison.The Sybyl nobles had another method of timing the moon.

"Go ahead, Egg Swalds."

"Goodbye, Your Highness, may you be honored." Yi Ge slightly nodded and saluted, and left the city wall.

The duke had probably finished seeing Trand and came out of the palace.Egg thought for a moment.Later, he will ask the Duke whether it is better to use lambskin or buckskin for this style of gloves.

The author has something to say: I should be working overtime next week because of work, I guess it won’t be updated, so I’ll take a vacation with the girls in advance.But if I try to >

Egg is really in this chapter... when the prince talks to him, he is completely lost in thought, thinking about buying gloves 23333

In "Battle Song", Yi Ge should increase the attributes of the assassin.Sure enough, he is more suitable to be an assassin than a knight!