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Volume 4: The Weeping Sea of ??Sand Chapter 42: Bachelor

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    The horse stepped onto the slope, and a blood-red sunset hung over the castle, dyeing the red brick castle into a horrific color that seemed to be soaked in blood.  Two harpies made of bronze stood on both sides of a palace door. They had the upper body of a woman, but their breasts were exposed. They bared their teeth at visitors, revealing a hateful malice.

    The castle guards did not look away and allowed them to pass through the palace wall.  []

    Inside the short, fat red wall is an open square, with a black stone pillar erected, which looks like iron but not gold, and is particularly eye-catching.  The alchemist stared at it, trying to decipher the words.  "That's the stake," whispered the Maester beside him.

    "I thought it was a code of law engraved on it." Leo said, "It's like an ancient dynasty and empire."

    "Might makes right, and there is no exception."

    The law can only restrain the people and cannot punish the nobles.  Leo thought to himself that he almost forgot that Miss Bachelor was one of them.  "It's unsettling here." He glanced at the brick-red sky above his head and the ground beneath his feet, and then looked at the approaching pillar again.  There seemed to be charred skin and pieces of meat remaining on the burning stake, exuding a stench of roasting.

    There was a haze ahead, and the castle cast a large, thick ink-like shadow on them. It was like a monster, hidden in the darkness beyond the sight, and they were about to enter the opponent's open mouth.  Leo prayed that they could still escape intact and not be left dead.  The woman was watching them in the darkness.

    Nianta and a knight rode together. Under the gaze of the soldier's spear, the knight clamped his thighs and drove the horse to the side of the alchemist.  "Mr. Leo," Nianta whispered timidly.

    "What's wrong?"

    "They said," She buried her head and her hair fell down to cover her face.  From her face, the Alchemist could not see anything like the Night Witch now.  She has recovered.  he thought.  "Miss Rosie told me that the Duke of Barton¡ª¡ª"

    "Prince." Leo reminded her, "We'd better change our name to prince."

    Nianta changed her tune obediently.  "¡ª¡ªThe prince seems to want to marry me." She raised her head, her poor little eyes full of fear and panic.  "What should I do? He wants to marry me, but, but, I don't want to marry him."

    Her eyes were full of pleading and pity.  The knight riding the same horse couldn't help but speak for her, "Mr. Leo, Miss Nianta should not be insulted like this." He said, "We have to help her."

    ?That¡¯s easy to say.  Leo took a deep breath and looked into the girl's eyes.  This girl has suffered too much, and he really doesn't want the other person to go through painful suffering again.  "No, Nianta, I promise, no one will do this. He has to get through me first." But even he couldn't believe his own words.

    However, Nianta trusted him, "Well, I will follow you." She smiled sweetly, her eyes turning into crescent moons.

    The alchemist felt that he had failed the other party and deceived her.  He sighed, smiled bitterly, and suddenly couldn't say anything.  Maybe she will be disappointed in the end.  If she still remembered what happened before, she would regret why she didn't bite him to death.

    After passing the square, there is only one road for five horses to walk parallel between the two tall stone statues, spiraling like a snake to the top of the mountain.  A group of guards patrolled back and forth, casting disdainful glances at them.

    "Leo, look at their chests." Rosie whispered.

    The alchemists had already noticed that their chests were embroidered with burning black suns.  It belonged to Black Dawn, one of the monks' gods, and even more to Clegg.  "We came here from the other side of the sea." Leo's heart surged, and he felt helpless and weak.  "That bastard is always with you. I've had enough, Rosie."

    ¡°I¡¯ve had enough of these ignorant savages,¡± she said angrily, ¡°and stupid women who have lost their minds.¡±

    The female swordsman turned her head to avoid Leo's sight.  She was silent, like a dull puppet.  Only his hands held the scabbard tightly, and his fingers turned white from the exertion.

    "Rosie¡ª¡ª"

    "Did I say something wrong?" The female mage snorted coldly, "Even if you feel distressed, it can't change the fact."

    He stopped talking.  Reason told the alchemist not to provoke her at this time.

    When they were still some way away from the castle, the long hooked knives raised by the two guards were crossed and blocked, blocking their way.  "Gentlemen, please dismount," they said.

    "Open your eyes and take a good look, I am Viscount Arnoldko!" The great Viscount yelled angrily while riding on his horse, waving the riding crop in his hand, with the attitude of whipping it out if he disagreed with him.

    "Sorry, please dismount." A guard repeated again."I refuse." The riding crop whipped the air, making a muffled "pop" sound.

    "This is the request of Miss Divine Envoy." Another guard said, "Sir Viscount, this will be regarded as disrespecting the gods."

    Arnoldko opened his mouth wide but could not speak.  His expression changed, and he felt embarrassed for the last time, cursing in embarrassment and getting off the horse slowly.  "What are you doing standing still?" he shouted at his soldiers, "Get off all of me!"

    "Clown," thought the alchemist, "ridiculous clown."

    After passing the guard, there is a long stone staircase ahead. The pyramid-like castle is located on the top of the hill, at the end of the staircase.  The sea roared and moaned just below the castle, rolling up its waves.  The gusts of sea breeze dissipated the heat a little, but the whole body seemed to be stained with salt, making the alchemist anxious.

    We had only reached the halfway point when we saw several figures walking out of the open door of the ziggurat-shaped tower that didn't look like a castle.  Several of them wore leather armor and cloaks, and carried a long sword at their waist: they were warriors, perhaps guards.  thought the alchemist, and made a secret sign to alert his hands.  Among those warriors, there was a middle-aged man wearing a gray robe. A heavy dark purple copper necklace hung around his neck, and he seemed to have tattoos on his face.

    They came straight up.  "Viscount Arnoldko, your mission has been completed," a warrior dragging a golden one-eyed cloak said to him, "Please go back, now His Royal Highness has to receive his guests."

    "However, I have something important to report to His Highness the Prince."

    ¡°No matter how important it is, please come back another day.¡± The other party repeated unceremoniously.  "Please go back." He pointed his hand behind them with an unquestionable command.

    Arnoldko's fingers opened and closed, he grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist, and finally lost under the opponent's gaze.  He lowered his arms in vain, "Iokay" He lowered his shoulders, retreating in disgrace like a wild dog that had failed in its battle for territory.

    "The dog in the way is gone," the warrior said to the man wearing the copper necklace. "Now you can do what you want." The warrior glanced at the alchemist, the contempt in his eyes obvious.  "But I think you'll be disappointed."

    What are you disappointed about?  Li Ou couldn't see that the other party had any expectations.  "Are they white devils?" The man tugged at the heavy copper necklace around his neck with one thumb. The thing seemed to weigh him down.  "They are different from others. I can see it." The man's eyes swept over them, like dark stars twinkling in the sky.  "So please calm down."

    "I hope so." The warrior groaned, then bowed, took a step back, and lowered his hand touching the cowhide scabbard, as if giving up a supporting role on the stage, standing quietly aside.

    "Hello, guests from afar." The man took a step forward.

    The words that came out of his mouth surprised them.  The dark-skinned person spoke not the language of the Walians, but the common language from across the sea.  His pronunciation was so standard that Leo couldn't hear any other accent.

    "Who are you?"

    "A bachelor." Miss Bachelor stepped forward.  She put her hands on her chest, made a greeting gesture, and then bowed flatly, "Hello, distinguished maester."

    "Hello, hello." The other party looked surprised, "I didn't expectI didn't expect to see you here. If I had known, if I had known, I should have informed His Highness the Prince to make the welcome grander and more solemn.  "The other party said in a panic, looking around with wandering eyes. He didn't dare to look directly at Miss Bachelor. Most of the time he just stared at his feet.  The alchemist felt more like he was flattered.  "Now this is really too crude."

    "Don't worry about it." Miss Bachelor shook her head gently, "For travelers who have traveled a long distance, delicious meals and soft beds are a better welcome than a grand ceremony."

    "Yes, yes." The bachelor nodded hurriedly, as if he was being taught, as if to please.

    "What is he doing?" Rosie asked in a low voice in the alchemist's ear, "Like a hen pecking at rice."

    "He wears a copper necklace and is a bachelor."

    "so what?"

    "The same goes for Iweila." Leo explained, "Her status seems to be higher."

    The female mage curled her lips, "I really didn't see it."

    "I didn't expect it either." The alchemist spread his hands.  She rarely made decisions and only offered occasional suggestions, but she also gave him great help.  When he made wrong decisions one after another, Leo couldn't help but wonder, if Miss Bachelor, what choices would she make? Would she be the same as him?  Continuous offense?, move forward, make mistakes again.  So much so that there are so many traitors around him, and even the relationship with the people closest to him has become so tense.  She should do better than herself.  But she said nothing.

    The castle stretches out with spider-like legs, which is simply the monster's lair.  Sections of shadows of varying lengths were cast down, blocking the view and concealing the heart-stopping malice.

    They walked through a corridor.  The maester spoke, "May I have the honor of knowing your name?"

    "'Falcon.'" This was the first time Leo heard Miss Bachelor mention her code name.  Does "Falcon" mean that she has a pair of insightful eyes?  "'Saker Falcon' Blackthorn. What about you?"

    ¡°Miss Blackthorn, please call me Leila. I am ¡®Black Cloud¡¯ Leila.¡±

    "Are you assisting Prince Barton?" The alchemist interjected and asked.

    "Yes, I returned here after graduating from the Castle. This is my hometown, and then Prince Barton gave me a job. It was to provide advice to him. Business, politics, and religion. I am responsible for most of the affairs of the castle.  "It sounds like Leila is proud of this and doesn't hide it.  Leo guessed it was because Eweila was here.

    Leo nodded, and now is not the time to seek information.  He glanced at the bachelor lady calmly, and she gave him a knowing look.

    ¡°You are deeply trusted,¡± he said.

    "I just try my best." Maester Leyla said, "The Castle has taught me a lot. The most important thing is that only loyalty can be rewarded. I just abide by the maester's rules. Miss Ivira works for you?"

    "We are friends." The alchemist explained simply.

    "It doesn't look like it." Maester Leila shook his head and braided his hair into several small braids, with pearls and gemstones hanging around and jingling.  "You're more of the dominant party."

    He has sharp eyes.  "Men should be women's shields." Leo said, "Doing so can reduce many unnecessary troubles."

    "Are you talking about me?" Bachelor Leila smiled, "I have a wife." He glanced at them jokingly, "Okay, we have plenty of opportunities to chat, Alchemist. His Royal Highness is in the main hall now.  It¡¯s waiting for you inside.¡±

    Everywhere in the palace made of red bricks is red, as if reflecting the light of fire.  The flaming red pillars, dark red statues, bright red walls, and purple-red floor tiles were like walking on stones made of blood. The alchemist felt that there was blood all around, and he felt extremely uneasy and monsters ready to move in the dark.  waiting in the corner.

    Two bloody three-headed hellhounds guard the door, and strong iron chains are embedded in the stone wall.  They were so lifelike that they seemed about to pounce on them.  Two soldiers standing in front of the bloody mouth first blocked the way.

    "Miss Blackthorn, let your entourage rest with you for the time being." Bachelor Leila suggested, "His Royal Highness cannot receive everyone." He suggested euphemistically.  "I think he just wanted to see Miss Nianta."

    Leo shrugged and let the knights and arakkoa take the girls and leave first.  "Is this okay? They are my guards." The alchemist said, "You should know the rules of the alchemist."

    "Of course, there is no doubt about it." He said as he motioned to the soldiers to push open the closed brass door.

    A long table has been placed in the spacious throne room, high-backed chairs are neatly arranged, and silver plates, cutlery and forks are neatly stacked.  The waiters shuttled back and forth, busy.  A bald, short, middle-aged man sat on the throne in the center.  Wearing a crown inlaid with purple gems, a crimson robe, and a golden gem belt tied loosely around her round waist.  To his left, the chair was empty, and to his right, sat a woman covered in black gauze and a black robe.  She was that woman, Leo could not mistake, that sorceress he had glimpsed in Pompeii's temple.

    "Welcome, distinguished guests." Prince Barton smiled with a smile on his face, "Welcome, beautiful Miss Nianta; and, welcome to you, white devil."

    The alchemist could not tell whether the last word was a good-natured joke or a malicious one.  Anyway, he determined that the other party would not have any good intentions, and interests were all he valued: he already knew this.  The woman said nothing.

    The alchemist politely expressed his thanks and sat down under the guidance of the waiter.

    "Miss Nianta, please sit here." Prince Barton smiled and his eyes narrowed into slits, like a smiling tiger with malicious intentions.  Behind the seemingly friendly appearance lies malice.  "I know your father. Speaking of which, you can also be regarded as my daughter."

    "Mr. Leo¡ª¡ª" Nianta looked at him as if asking for help.

    Leo looked around and sawLooking at Prince Barton, who was always smiling, his eyes finally fell on the woman in black robe with her eyelids lowered and silent.  "Go ahead." He forced an ugly smile, "He doesn't dare to do anything to you."

    Nianta sat down carefully, huddled stiffly in the chair, with fear on her face.  Now that things have happened, Leo even hopes that she will look like the Night Witch again.  At least that way she is not a weak little girl, able to be unafraid of any conspiracy, and capable of killing all evil spirits with evil intentions.

    "Everyone is here." Prince Barton said to the attendant, "Let's get started. The guests and I can't wait to enjoy the delicious food." The attendant clapped his hands, and the servants carrying plates and wine bottles lined up in a long queue.  The table is served with sumptuous food.

    The alchemist ate almost nothing, using a silver fork to pick at the food in front of him - a plate of charcoal-roasted sea snails.  He had eaten a lot, but now he just felt sick.  Prince Barton had already swept away his share of food, and was talking to Nianta here and there.  The girl seemed to be molested by a criminal, trembling in fear.  Beside, the lady in black robe also sat there in silence without taking a bite.  As if aware of Leo's gaze, he raised his head.

    She has a pair of black eyes, like the night sky, with twinkling stars, as deep as the Milky Way.  Leo felt that he seemed to be attracted by her eyes, and the impulse in his heart urged him to leave his seat and walk towards her.  He quickly looked away, cold sweat spreading all over his body.  The woman's scarf seemed to move, as if she was showing a mocking smile.

    After the appetizers, there was a more sumptuous dinner, including roast suckling pig, beef stew with mushrooms, and a three-meter-long fish topped with fragrant sauce.  In the middle of the two rows of long tables, the dancers also began to enter, dancing more provocatively than artistically. When their skirts were lifted, their looming spring glory could even be seen.  Leo curled his lips.

    "Are you not satisfied?"

    Prince Barton suddenly stopped teasing Nianta and turned to stare at the alchemist.  He didn't even know how the other party saw his disdain and caught his contempt.

    But in this case, he didn't want to flatter him.  He's had enough of this place.  Just because Fat Pig likes these things doesn't mean others like them too.  He glanced at the woman in black robe, met her eyes, and then quickly turned away.  "Your Highness, there are mostly ladies here, so it doesn't seem right."

    "Then what kind of performance do you think we should do?" Prince Patton said with a smile, "How about some real sword and gun competition, white devil? My people versus your people."
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