My Summons Are Weird

In the middle of the night, the snow monster did not appear, but something suddenly appeared in the yard.

After Royer retrieved the crystal, he stared at the stone tablet projection for a long time without saying a word. Only his empty eyes were left reflecting light in the dimly lit room.

After a long time, he released the magic messenger and summoned Sharem, who had been waiting in the city.

"Leaving Civita City with the little mud, I plan to meet Divik."

In Royer's expectation, Shalem should have nodded as before, but her eyes, who had been half asleep, were no longer blurred, and Royer couldn't help but strayed from her straight eyes.

"He's not dead?"

Royer nodded.

"You never call him by his first name. You have always insisted on maintaining the most basic etiquette for him." Shaleem hit the nail on the head, "What happened?"

Royer hesitated for a moment, then explained: "If there is little hope of what to do, so would you."

An indescribable smile appeared on Shalem's pretty face. She reached out and pinched Royer's cheeks with a moderate amount of force, as if she just wanted to let him feel the temperature passed by her fingertips.

"Lu Yu may be right." Shaleem said, "We are all in the middle of the tide, and going against the current is never a wise choice."

Royer said mockingly: "Maybe I'm really bound... Sharem... I'm so envious of his freedom."

"Have you ever thought about what to do if he protects the Prince of Elland, and justice and justice are dusted?" Sharem put his hand on Royer's shoulder, "This is his country, justice, justice and law are always available. His will changed."

Shalem, who seemed sleepy and ignorant, saw her with exceptional clarity. It was only at this moment that Royer really saw the other side of her.

The corners of Royer's mouth rose, and he said proudly, "I promised Little Mud that I would give her justice, and Royer Fedina has never broken his trust."

Royer left the place of house arrest and entered the mansion of Old Larry, the lord of Civita with the exclamations of the guards, ignoring the guards who pointed their swords at him, he patted the sword lightly on a stone table , pick up the tea set and make tea for yourself.

The appearance of old Larry revealed a gap in the surrounded guards. He wanted to go forward but was stopped by two magicians reaching out.

"Remove these guards."

The knight commander waved his hand, and was about to step forward to meet the guard's accusations, but was glared back by old Larry. As a last resort, he had to stand at a distance with the magician, ready to take action at any time.

"Leaving that courtyard, you have violated the laws of Solon."

"I want to see Your Majesty." Royer said straight to the point.

Old Larry explained sadly: "His Majesty has been assassinated."

"He's not dead. He sent you to manage Civita for the layout of the day of the assassination. I'm not interested in who your target is... I want to see him."

Old Larry's face changed, but his words on Acting Online did not change: "Solon is now in charge of the consuls..."

"I want to see him." Royer said, "If the request is not met, I will leave here and expose your plan."

Old Larry stood up in shock: "Fedina's family will be destroyed because of your stupidity!"

Seeing that Royer was indifferent and drinking tea to himself, old Larry felt that the person in front of him had gone crazy.

He turned to leave, and soon after, a black owl followed him to Royer.

The black owl threw a piece of black cloth to Royer.

...

After walking for an unknown time, the black owl took off Royer's blindfold, and the slightly dull air let Royer know immediately that this was the underground palace in Civita City.

Divick, who was assassinated by the Yeti, sat slanted on a chair not far away, his eyes still on the book, and he didn't raise his head even though he knew that Royer was staring at him.

DeVick said, "See through my intentions, use this threat, and meet me urgently... Royer, every decision you make makes me wonder if you have a connection with that assassin."

DeVick closed the book and squinted Royer: "Maybe you should explain?"

"The wife of the Prince of Ireland, Martina, ordered the slaughter of the Squirrel Village. I want a result." Under the eyes of countless pairs of black owls, Royer raised his head humbly and expounded aloud.

silence.

Divick glanced at old Larry beside him in astonishment, and frowned suspiciously: "Just for this little thing?"

"Is this a trivial matter?" Royer asked loudly.

In Di Vick's mind, Royer and Sharem are rare among the six pillars, and they are sensible people who have no threat to themselves. They obey the order and respect the imperial power, but at this moment, the respect and humility that Royer has maintained for many years has disappeared. Now, he is actually questioning himself out loud?

Di Vick laughed, and patted the book with his palm: "Duke Larry, leave the reconstruction of the village to you, and the village will be exempted from taxes for the next five years; compensation will be paid to the only survivor according to the number of dead. , One cow, one sheep, one gold coin is really unsatisfactory... Make up two hundred cows and sheep at a time, and send one hundred gold coins."

"Irland has a cover-up and is fined according to the law."

"Martina committed murder and forbid her to leave the territory in the future."

After announcing slowly, Divick walked past a group of black owls with their heads bowed and came to Royer: "Are you satisfied?"

"According to Solon's Code, Martina will be cut down and be burned at the stake!"

Di Vick's face darkened a little: "You should know some rules."

"The code is the rule."

Divick turned his back and seemed impatient: "Some rules are not written in the code, but are tacit understanding among nobles. You should support such rules, even if you leave Fedina's house, you are still a noble one of them."

"You are the noble Lord of Solon, are you going to take the lead in violating the supreme code of Solon!"

The black owl's eyes hidden under the hood swept towards Royer who gradually stood up and looked at DiVick.

The naked arrogance made old Larry, who had a protective heart, not knowing what to do, so he could only shout loudly: "Don't blaspheme the king!"

"This is not blasphemy, I just want to ask you a question on behalf of those who have died in vain who have struggled all their lives in pain." Royer used all his strength to shout out the words he had brewed in his heart countless times but swallowed for various reasons.

"Are they your people?"

"Do you consider them your own people?"

Only the sound of breathing echoed in the underground palace.

The long-term adventurer life has made Royer lose the spirit of his early years. He realized that there is gray between black and white. Many times they act in the gray area. If they insist on erasing the gray, then the black and white will show sharpness. The thorns of the thorns, anyone who tried to walk would be stabbed with blood.

Before today, he would not have asked that.

But right now, Royer just wanted an answer from DeVick's answer—an answer that made him make a choice.

"Would a shepherd grieve for the sudden death of dozens of sheep in a flock of tens of thousands?" DeVek asked rhetorically. "He would only think about whether there was a plague spreading. Stop the plague, move the flock, and let them not see those Poor **** to die that panic is the priority."

"Leading the sheep to riot is what the shepherd should worry about. The sheep belong to the shepherd and also the leader. The shepherd always likes to be obedient and obedient to himself and the leader of the sheep, so the shepherd doesn't mind. Feed them some."

Di Vick said coldly: "Clarify your identity, you are a sheep, not a mutton sheep waiting for wool shears and butcher's knives. After being with mutton sheep for a long time, I feel pity... This is a bit ridiculous."

Royer took a deep breath and lowered his head.

"Melias thought the same thing back then."

Di Vick laughed, he stopped the black owls from making further moves, and waited until the laughter subsided before saying: "Not only Melias, but the shepherds of any country will think so, the only difference is that the shepherds scoop their wool. scale."

Divick stared into Royer's eyes - those righteous eyes that revealed their disappointment unabashedly.

"Take Royer back to rest." Divick returned to his seat, and his calm tone revealed a sense of coldness, "The prey has already entered the urn. Can you expose them and change their fate? Just wait. Those poor squirrels. Man has got the best axioms, head sheep... bring the good news to that little squirrel."

Blindfolded and sent back to the place of house arrest, Royer took out the projection crystal sent by the snow monster and looked at it for a long time, then laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Sure enough... I still have to do it myself."

Royer filled a bucket of spring water and immersed his face in it, making his hot face refreshing and cold.

The spring water flows on the long sword, wrapping the blade softly, as if there is a clanging sound.

Lu Yu is right, superfluous attachment will only bring endless troubles and pains, and abandoning everything will bring peace and tranquility.

Lu Yu is a smart man...

"But I'm an idiot..."

"Idiots can only do stupid things..."

Over and over again, the mirror-like blade reflects Royer's determined face.

He had never known so clearly what he wanted.

He is always compromising.

Compromise with yourself, compromise with rules, compromise with imperial power...

Compromise is to keep everyone satisfied while following the rules, but if you can't get everything you want by following the rules... then some options should be taken seriously.

With the knife in the sheath, Royer sat on the ground with the knife in his arms. When the moon was thin, he took everything and left the courtyard silently.

Leaving Civita City, Royer found his direction and headed north without stopping.

Bathed in the moonlight, Royer's heart beat wildly.

He is excited.

The towering city appeared on the horizon, and the outline of the building outlined by the moonlight was thick and majestic.

Royer easily used the knife as a fulcrum and leaped up the city wall. Before a night-watching knight could shout, his throat was cut by his long knife.

Royer wanted to say sorry, but looking at the knight who was clutching his throat and making a "ho ho" sound, he pierced his heart with a smile and gave him the most merciful way to die.

Tonight is not suitable for sneaking, the earth is dimly illuminated by the moonlight like mercury pouring down the ground.

Not surprisingly, Royer, who was walking on a piece of mercury, was discovered by the magicians when he entered the magnificent palace complex.

The burst of magic power left a series of colorful magic trails in the air, which disrupted and shattered the moonlight as thin as a gauze.

Holding the heads of the three magicians, Royer freely waved the long knife in his hand, and every time he made a shot, several guards who blocked him would fall down.

"Put down my weapons, I won't kill people who can't resist." Royer smiled softly.

The low-level warriors swallowed, and as one person's weapon left his hand, the crisp sound of metal falling to the ground came one after another.

Royer didn't even look at these people, the man holding the magician's head passed between them like no one else, and walked straight into the room.

Martina, who was only wearing a red gauze, huddled in the corner of the big bed, terrified.

Royer glanced at the head in his hand and threw it out the door, then apologized politely and elegantly: "I brought unnecessary gifts, please don't mind Miss Martina."

No matter how beautiful a woman was when she saw such a terrified scene, her expression would not be too wonderful. Martina, who was trembling all over, screamed loudly and kept calling for help.

Roye took off a pot of wine from his waist - when Lu Yu's territory was in Lu Yu's territory, Lu Yu, who never drank, had a drink with him for one night.

In folklore, the red maple fruit in the Hongyan Mountains is the fruit that is watered for the blood of the blood race. In fact, it is only a special product of the red maple in the depths of the Hongyan Mountains. The fruit wine brewed from this fruit is sweet and mellow, and Royer likes it very much.

Lu Yu's industrious butler, Miss Sigrid, bought a lot, allegedly to feed slimes. This novel reason was once considered an excuse by him to cover up the fact that Lu Yu was drinking.

"What a good wine..." Royer muttered to himself, then took a swig.

The sweetness reverberated on the tip of his tongue, and he replied irritatingly, Royer suddenly remembered the scene when he was drinking with Lu Yu...

A lord, a man, his face flushed after only two sips...

Royer laughed and laughed, tears streaming down his face.

"Miss Martina, do you want a drink? This is the leftover from a friend and I... It's very memorable, and most people can't drink it."

Martina opened the box full of jewelry and gold coins and picked up a handful: "Whoever you are... Let me go, everything here can be given to you."

Royer said to himself: "My friend told me... I have to learn to let go of some things, so that I can live happily and comfortably..."

Martina opened the box hidden in the room in one breath, and the metallic scent that came upon her was blocked from Royer's nose by the sweet red maple wine.

"My husband is the Prince of Elland of Solon. You must have heard of him. No matter why you come, he will always meet your demands!"

Royer poured the can of wine that could bring his mind back to the night he drank with Lu Yu on the long knife. The wine washed a bright red, and the ticking sound when it fell to the ground struck everyone inside and outside the house. heart.

"He is a very smart person~www.wuxiamtl.com~ has a unique wisdom...the wise man has to listen, so I put it down." Royer raised the long knife washed by wine and walked towards Martina step by step .

"Roye, as the six pillars, do you want to tarnish the glory of the ancestors!"

The magician who came in a hurry recognized Royer's identity as soon as he landed. Seeing Martina who was almost collapsed in the corner, he tried to wake up this crazy person with what the nobles valued most.

Royer glanced back, and then the corners of his mouth rose, his smile was bitter, and his sarcasm was palpable.

"Miss Martina, the dead squirrel man needs justice."

Martina was stunned for a moment, her big eyes full of confusion: "Squirrel Man?"

Royer understood her reaction and stabbed the knife out with a smile.

"No more Royer Fedina..."

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