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The night of October 21, 1666
Interrepublic Phase Port Westport
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Walking quickly through the fruit-scented courtyard, the cool autumn night breeze blew on Olya's face, making her sober from the alcohol. The trees in the former Elf Legation were transplanted directly from the Holy Forest, and the dispersing aroma is also helpful to calm the mood.
The emperor¡¯s sister took out her handkerchief, wiped her face, and suppressed her urge to catch up with Zhang Shiyi.
She hated the oriental woman wearing the yellow ribbon, whose eyes full of power reminded her of the imperial court. The parasites surrounding the imperial power have similar greedy eyes.
"Forget it. It has nothing to do with me. If you can't even see through that kind of woman, then I can go back"
There were hurried footsteps behind me.
The tall, silver-haired young man followed Olya out of the venue, faithfully performing his duty as an escort.
Noticing the eyeliner of the Free Army on her back, Ionette Hartman felt that she should not call Olya by her real name. Although the other party's commander knew the identity of "Leif Namrock", he didn't seem to tell anyone else.
Io scratched the back of his head and came up with a weird title.
"Miss Apostolic Counselor. You left suddenly. Is there something urgent?"
"Oh. I just asked for a cathedral for our diocese." Olya stretched out her hand and pointed to the church of the Sun God Church not far away and said, "That's the one."
Ionette raised her head and looked at the Cathedral of the Sun God at the other end of the courtyard not far away.
Even though it¡¯s night now, even if all the owners of this church have escaped or died, the sun¡¯s rays from the top of the cathedral still shine on the entire courtyard and nearby streets, as if it¡¯s daytime.
Io read the relevant information before departure. The Imperial Security Department judged that it was inconvenient for the Elf Legation to purchase a lighthouse, so they chose to use this method to show off their power. Supported by the huge profits of Elven East Company, this church is no worse than ordinary cathedrals of Orthodox and Protestant churches. It is probably only comparable to the twenty or thirty diocesan cathedrals.
"Did Nemen Solayton spit out this church?" Io's tone was filled with a hint of alarm.
The Plenipotentiary Legate still remembers what happened to Lenny: he will not underestimate the young opponent who has the entire imperial army in his hands. This time he came not only with the emperor's order and the security minister's commission, but also with the vigilance of the southern rookie. Even Claude Lopez does not have such a brilliant resume at this age.
"He didn't spit it out, I came here. It's a good church." Olya nodded, "After a hundred years, we finally have a decent church in the Archdiocese of Intre."
Ionette frowned.
"Miss, don't forget how you promisedto your brother."
Although I don¡¯t think I can escape the eyes and ears of the Free Army, I don¡¯t think there will be any problem if these words are heard by people over there. But the Archbishop lowered his voice.
"We are not here for any mission from the Empire or the Orthodox Church. No one expects the Diocese of Intre to recover, nor does they expect us to play a role in gathering intelligence. Please remember, we are not here with That's where the animosity comes from. Don't put yourself in danger by doing anything unnecessary."
¡°I don¡¯t think this is superfluous, and my mind has never changed.¡±
Olya retorted firmly. The Imperial Princess feels that she is different from those hypocritical people: she never has to, nor is she willing to hide her thoughts.
"I came here because I like that person; if that person disappoints me, I will go back. I don't think this will conflict with the interests of the empire."
Ionette said in a low voice: "I was right next to you when you said this to your brother. I just want to know why you want to go down to this cathedral."
"Because of jealousy. Probably."
The princess of the empire hesitated, and rarely added an adjective expressing uncertainty after her emotions.
"Has a strong opponent emerged? If Miss, you plan to give up and go back, your brother will definitely be very happy¡ª¡ª"
Io¡¯s inappropriate joke received a stern look from Olya. Her right foot was raised at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye, and the heel hit the archbishop's shoe hard.
This kick was quite heavy, and Ionette almost had to suppress it to swallow the scream back into her throat. ThatThe pain was almost comparable to the feeling of a musket ball hitting the breastplate.
¡°You should be glad that I¡¯m not wearing high heels today, Your Majesty the Apostolic Nuncio.¡±
Ionette looked at the woman in front of her in horror, and then remembered that the etiquette habits of "Leif Namrock" and the etiquette habits of Her Highness "Olia Hugh Coleman" were completely different. What Olya could not do in the imperial court as a princess, she could do without hesitation as a free Orthodox priest.
"I also want a room on the fourth floor of this building. I have to choose a room now, so I'll excuse you."
After getting rid of her bodyguard and guardian, Olya turned around and walked back to the Warlord's residence.
Ionette watched her figure disappear through the side door. Afterwards, the Archbishop hurriedly knelt down and rubbed the injured part of his instep.
"The stress healing magic prepared in advance was actually activated by her kick."
Ionette sighed, sat down on the lawn, took off her shoes, and took out the tin flask used to hold the sacrificial wine.
The holy wine of Destiny was originally red wine, but Ionette preferred distilled brandy. Judging from the magical reaction, his goddess didn't care too much about the difference in alcohol preparation methods. He took a sip of wine and lowered his head to spray it on the instep that Olia had stepped on. If there was no healing magic, that kick would be enough to crush his foot bones.
At this moment, the sun bell on the top of the church rang. The elves' bells are not as loud as human bells, nor are they the sound produced by metal knocking. Instead, they sound like long copper trumpets.
"It's hard for you too, Orthodox Christian."
The Free Army sentries responsible for monitoring the courtyard have changed their guard. He, who had been watching, walked past Ionette, dropped such a sympathetic word, and then left quickly.
The silver-haired archbishop covered his face with his hands and sighed in reply.
After the Free Army soldier left, he stood up and looked at the fourth floor of the original Elf Legation. He did not turn around until he saw the light of his surveillance magic disappear.
"It's amazing that the ordinary guards of the Free Army can actually operate the defensive magic circle left by the elves It seems that I don't need to worry about the above things. Since there is a church, it is still worth taking care of."
Io put Olya¡¯s affairs aside for the time being and walked towards the church that was about to belong to him.
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"This is how it should be done here. Turn off interception on the table here, and then activate the automatic dispelling magic through the gem on the third pillar Read its structure through the magic network, and you can master the activation method. Although it is an elf's Magic, but the basic principles are not much different from ordinary magic items, not as complicated as magic formulas."
Olya narrowed her left eye and used her magic network vision to identify the defensive magic barrier surrounding the fourth floor of the original Elf Legation. Although her official position is an orthodox priest, she can be regarded as an elite who has received palace education since she was a child. She has dabbled in the magic knowledge of various schools, and the natural magic that elves are good at is no exception. More than a thousand years ago, the imperial capital of Delan was once the capital of the old Elf Empire, Kulas. Traces of the natural magic of the Elf can be seen everywhere in those ancient buildings.
Beside her, several male and female gendarmes responsible for guarding this floor were watching her operations intently. Two of them held small notebooks and clumsily recorded the entire set of operating procedures in grammatical errors. A large amount of new skin can be seen on the forearm of one of them, which is evidence that the healing magic has just worked - reckless and incorrect operations can sometimes bring great dangers.
"Thank you, Ms. Namlok." The lady officer as the team leader nodded and thanked, "When you activated the magic circle just now, some of the protective magic on your body seemed to have been dispelled. Is it okay?"
"Ah, it doesn't matter." Olya smiled, "It's not an important magic. Can I pick a room then?"
"Since it is an order from His Majesty the Governor, please do as you please."
After saying goodbye to the soldiers who were responsible for guarding the stairs, the princess of the empire walked quickly through the corridor covered with Murrayman carpets and began to look for the room of the original elf minister in Port Phase. Thanks to those days when she was a wandering adventurer, Olya was able to deal with all kinds of people with ease.
"They are all new mages who have only been exposed to magic for a few days, so they are too bold. It is good luck for them to only trigger one acid bomb with this level of defensive magic"
Feeling impressed by the enthusiasm of these new magicians, Olya turned the corner of the corridor and stopped not far from the largest door.
The other two guards were unloading a large nameplate with the family crest and long full name of the original owner from outside the elf minister's room. On the corner of the nameplate are the words "People and Patriarchs of Saint Sen."??" The abbreviation shone with silver light. Olya squinted her eyes, looked at the name on the nameplate through the magic network, and recalled the relevant information.
"Two, please be careful and don't be too rude. The former elf minister Mr. Faxinia has been a famous calligrapher since two hundred years ago. His handwritten nameplates can be sold for high prices, probably worth thousands. Kong Jing if converted into gold pounds, it should be more than 100,000 pounds, right?"
When the two soldiers, who were originally a little depressed, heard the figure "one hundred thousand pounds", they almost dropped the half-dismantled nameplate to the ground. Olya took the opportunity to introduce herself.
"Leif. Leif Namlok, Your Excellency, the Overlord, promised to give me a guest room and let me check the assets and traps left by the elves. Can you please help me open the door nearby? ?¡±
"Okay, okay."
The two soldiers placed the "One Hundred Thousand Pounds" on the carpet with extreme caution, walked quietly past it, and opened several nearby doors for Olya.
"When we captured this place, we even checked the magic traps, and the main ones should have been removed. But there may be some omissions"
"No problem. I can be considered a person with the certificate of appointment as Bishop Zhang."
As soon as Olya said these words, the embarrassment on the faces of the two soldiers was immediately replaced by reverence. The imperial princess nodded slightly, ignored them, and opened the door to the envoy's room.
"He finally came in. He should have chosen this room as his own. It is indeed the room of the elf elders. None of the imperial ministers have such pomp and circumstance."
The first thing that caught Olya¡¯s eyes was the desk that was big enough for people to dance on it. The tabletop was empty, and the valuable little things had long been taken away by the original owner; however, he couldn't take away the artwork and potted plants decorated around it, and they all remained in place. In addition to the huge oil paintings that often exceeded ten feet in size, there were also specially painted murals around the room, which seemed to be painted by famous artists.
"They really dare to take these centuries-old works to overseas posts. These counterfeit, decadent and decadent styles of the late Elf Empire"
Olya complained, but couldn't help but blush and stop in front of the oil paintings depicting half-naked female elves.
"It turns out that the works collected by the Imperial Museum of Art are really just a "more conservative" part"
More than a thousand years ago, the Holy Koman Empire established a unified human country after overthrowing the brutal elven regime. They naturally sneered at the decadence of the elven empire. In the official propaganda of the empire, since male and female elves are in a safe period where it is almost impossible to get pregnant all year round, the entire contemporary elven culture is spelled out with the word "fall" - after the elves discovered the wealth of the new world, The fall of the ancient elven empire finally has the capital to reappear.
Due to the tense relationship between Honlinasti and Delan, there is no formal diplomatic relationship between the two. In the imperial capital of Delan, there is only one "chief agent of the capital" who is a half-elf as usual, and is not that senior. The Elf Embassy is for Her Royal Highness the Princess to observe. The Minister of Phase Port is a genuine elf elder who oversees an important branch of the Elf Eastern Company. He is second only to the ambassador to Lunni and the ambassador to Qingniu Mansion in the entire Shengsen's external envoy system. Of course, he can represent Honlinas. Mention the most orthodox fashion trends.
Olya has grown up listening to the propaganda that "ancient elves are noble and elegant, while contemporary elves are debauched and depraved", but she was still greatly surprised when she saw the real thing.
"Well, I think this one should be movedthis one too"
Olya admired them one by one, and each one seemed to confirm the imagination of the empire¡¯s subjects.
Most of the art with women in it would have caused the book to be burned by the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith if used as illustrations in a book; a small proportion of the art had no women in it - by the standards of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, it was only art by men. The items should be burned under all circumstances.
She turned over the ¡°excessive¡± paintings and prepared to call two female gendarmes to catalog them and sell them later. She was not a radical ascetic, but she had no intention of letting the paintings remain in her sights.
"Sois it difficult to say that the legendary"
The imperial princess suddenly remembered something and rushed to the elf minister's bedroom.
Olya occasionally hears rumors from imperial nobles who have been to the Holy Forest. In those legends, each elven noble had a bedroom full of secret doors and a luxurious bed that was "ten times larger than the emperor's bed." As for those elven elders who are at least three to four hundred years old, regardless of gender, each of them has at least a dozen wives, mistresses, ex-wives and hundreds of bed partners. Only the princes and nobles of the Eastern Empire can compare with them.
The bedroom door was blown open by the military police who had previously investigated the legation, which saved her the effort to open the door.
There was indeed a carved wood pillar bed in the bedroom that was ridiculously large by human standards. Although she is a princess of the empire, the luxurious bed Olya has in the Delan Palace is only a quarter of the size of this one at best, and the workmanship is not as good as this bed.
The carved pillars at the four corners are made of whole giant trees. The carvings on the surface come from at least seven or eight different types of wood, and are put together by the dexterous hands of elven craftsmen. The length and width of the bed are more than five or six steps, and it looks like it can accommodate a whole class of people. It would not be too much to say that it is a small and comfortable room when the curtain is drawn up. In terms of handicrafts, the elven craftsmen also have hundreds of years of experience. Their craftsmanship is even better than the best palace master craftsmen in the Eastern Empire, not to mention the Coman products, which are always known for their roughness.
The mattress is filled with thick natural sponge, and the elegant fragrance mixed with various herbs comes out from it. Olya didn't even hesitate for a moment in front of this bed, and threw herself on the soft mattress without hesitation.
After dozens of days of sailing and a sleepless night, no one can resist the temptation to roll around on such a huge bed - no amount of self-control will do.
¡°Well¡it seems I¡¯m not the only one who can¡¯t help it¡¡±
The sheets had obviously been turned over, and the pillows were piled hastily in the corner - by the way, if you include the throw pillows and back pillows, there would be dozens of pillows on the bed, as well as several thin silk quilts.
Olya immediately imagined how the officers and soldiers of the Magic Task Force couldn't help but roll on it and throw pillows on it after seeing this bed, and then hurriedly restored it to its original state. That kind of military simplicity and sloppiness is something that the servants of this legation will never have.
"But the elf spices are really good. When I go back, I'll ask them to make me a mattress based on this. No, this is Phase Port, I will order it for Io later"
Under the influence of those fragrances, Olia almost fell asleep. After lying there for an unknown amount of time, she was awakened by the sound of conversation coming from the outer room.
"Marshal Wei means that he wants to take over 50% of the shares in Phase Port's business? This is too much. I have negotiated with the congressmen representing major families and companies. We must have their participation in order to gain a foothold in Phase Port. They want to subscribe for 30%, but we can't keep only 20%. Marshal Lopez is still counting on us to train a new army as soon as possible to supplement it for him."
"The Seventh Fleet also costs a lot. If you feel that this number is not enough, we can add some more."
The two parties involved in the conversation seemed to be Naimen and the Vice Admiral¡¯s special envoy. There is no door to the bedroom, and the sounds from outside are clearly transmitted into the house. For some reason, it seemed that the guards did not report her presence, and no one came to check the bedroom. The princess guessed that the calligraphy work worth one hundred thousand pounds might have frightened them. They were busy putting the thing into storage and forgot to check whether she had left.
"How about this? Let's separate the banking business and shipping business of the new company. If the Seventh Fleet has more ships, we will have more shares in the Eastern Passage Company; we need more daily operations, so in this new company It would be better if Union Bank had more shares.¡±
Naimen¡¯s voice was a little hoarse. After the battle during the day and the bargaining at night, the young major had relied entirely on willpower to support himself.
"Then what's your suggestion?"
"The trading business is placed in the Eastern Line Company, and the Seventh Fleet accounts for 60%. The minting, banking, settlement, and insurance businesses are all placed in the United Bank, and the Seventh Fleet accounts for 30%. I will think about the funding gap. Find ways to raise funds.¡±
The squadron commander was silent for a moment. Just when Naimen thought he was about to say, "I need to ask for permission for this plan," the lieutenant general spoke again.
"Then, we will add another four million pounds to the amount we contribute. We will take sixty-five pounds from Eastern Company and thirty-five from Union Bank. Is the deal done?"
"Don't you need to ask Marshal Wei?"
"No need. Sir never worried about financial issues when he was at Lingyang Gate. I can make the decision on this matter. Is the deal done, Lord Solayton?"
"Deal, Mr. Fisher."
The two laughed loudly, but Olya in the bedroom was not in the mood to laugh at all.
The princess of the empire has no interest in collecting this information. Her only thought now was to quickly find a place to hide herself. Forget it, Naimen, Olia was sure that the naval envoy didn't want others to hear the details of these transactions. But this bedroom didn't even have a door, so any movement could be immediately heard by the two people outside.
"By the way, will Sir Fisher's fleet be permanently stationed in Phase Port from now on?"
"Where. The main fleet of Intraeus has suffered almost no losses, and we will soon set off to search. There are many islands and peninsulas in the Narrow Sea, and the hydrology is complicated. I estimate that Marshal Wei will soon order a dispersed search for the enemy's main fleet. Whereabouts. My personal opinion is that the enemy is likely to withdraw the few ports captured from us. If this is the case, then we will have to trouble the army trained by Lord Soleton to help retake those territories."
The two people outside had already started making meaningless pleasantries. Olya crawled deeper into the bed quietly, trying not to make a sound. She could hardly think of any magic that could be used in this situation, and she didn't dare to risk activating the detection magic circle and reluctantly used magic to escape.
"If it were an elf's bedroom, there should be many secret doors to hide mistresses and lovers"
Olya¡¯s eyes searched frantically on the surrounding wooden walls and furniture. Unfortunately, there are not many things that look like secret doors, except for the wardrobe, which is a bookshelf. It seems that this statement is really a rumor.
She was at a loss when she suddenly noticed the piles of dozens of pillows of various types.
Naimen's voice continued: "Of course. The order I received is to recapture all the cities captured by the elves and the imperial fleet. All the forces around the Interre Sea, the Narrow Sea, and even the Hidden Dragon Sea, as long as I can capture any enemy who dares to protect us."
"It's time to show off the glory of the Free Army. The warlords of the Xianketi Kingdom and Murray Man probably all thought that we had lost our capital and that our country was about to be destroyed." Commander Fisher laughed twice, "I think , after regaining the lost ground, Your Excellency Wei Taiping also plans to teach these guys around him a lesson."
Using the cover of their conversation, Olia carefully picked up the pillows one by one, lifted up the sheets, and got in. She arched her waist and curled up into a ball, pretending to be a big pillow buried under the sheets.
In order to prevent this image from being exposed immediately, she collected the scattered pillows and buried her body under the sheets. At first glance, it was still the same mountain of pillows.
"Then it's settled. The Army fought quite hard today, so I won't disturb your rest"
The two chatted for a while, and then the vice-admiral's footsteps slowly disappeared in the corridor, and the footsteps of several guards also came back, and the alert was restored. Olya slowed down her breathing and waited nervously for Naimon to walk into the back room.
"Ha" The young major stretched, yawned, and began to visit these luxurious rooms like Olya before. "These overturned paintings are probably considered valuable by the magic company. Since they are all turned over, Come here, why hasn¡¯t it been shipped to the warehouse? I don¡¯t need this kind of Uh, what are all these paintings Wow. Oh. Oh. Oh. Well. Anyway, there is no need to rush this matter. It will be shipped in two days. alright."
His footsteps became more rapid and he turned toward the bathroom. The bathroom also had no door, and Olya didn't have time to go in before.
"Hey, is this bathtub made of a whole giant piece of wood? What is this? It has a magical reaction Wow! So, so hot!"
The fierce sound of water suddenly sounded, as if a magician had placed a water gun or acid bomb next door.
After a while, the sound of water turned into the sound of small water flow, and then became louder again.
It sounds like Naimen is experimenting with some kind of magic item. Olya didn't dare to go out because she didn't know how long the sound of water would last.
"This is calledshower, bath? Is this the culture of elves? Oh, no wonder those guys are so fair Specially made magic props for bathing are really luxurious. Even if this kind of thing uses very expensive gems, it only costs Can it work for a few minutes? What? Can it be done mechanically? Well, that sounds interesting. Annie, we can find a place to build a water towerah, there are a dozen of these showers! What a life of a patriarch. It¡¯s so decadent!¡±
The sound of water stopped. Olya couldn't hear Nemen's footsteps anymore, probably because his military boots were soaked. Fortunately, Naimen's voice talking to himself could still let her know his location - he was walking towards the bedroom.
"Could it be that you got your clothes wet to find it?"
Olya¡¯s whole body was wrapped under the sheets, and she couldn¡¯t see what was going on outside. She could only guess Naimon¡¯s actions through the sound. When Naimen reached the door of the bedroom, he suddenly stopped talking - as if he was suddenly frightened by something.
The princess opened her lips slightly, took a deep breath, and breathed it out slowly without daring to move at all.
Can you get through it? Or has he discovered me? How embarrassing it would be to be discovered like this How should she explain the fact that she hid it in the bedroom and pretended to be a pillow?
The silence outside is so uncomfortable.
"This, such a big bed Oh my God. What did the escaped minister want such a big bed for?"
The sound of the wardrobe opening.
The slight friction sound of taking off clothes.
The sound of some heavy objects being put down sounded like scattered items such as swords, ammunition bags, and pistols.
The sound of metal hitting each other on the ground.
The sound of the wardrobe closing.
The sound of the whole person falling down on the sponge mattress¡ª¡ª
The princess of the empire finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and her body that had been trembling slightly finally relaxed. It seemed that Nemen Thoredon, like everyone else, could not resist the temptation to roll around on the huge bed.
"Huh Sure enough, looking at the messy sheets, the guys from the Magic Task Force and the guards must have rolled over. The elves really know how to enjoy it! I can actually enjoy such a big bed one day!"
While making useless remarks, Naimen rolled around on the foam mattress, and stood up and jumped twice. These vibrations kept coming through the mattress, and Olya had to exert herself to resist the urge to snicker.
But just as she relaxed, Naimen¡¯s next words almost made her stop breathing.
"Are these guys still having a pillow fight here? Are the pillows piled there so carelessly that other people don't know about it? However, there are really not many pillows"
The vibrations stopped and turned into the slow trembling of a person crawling on the mattress. The princess panicked and bit off the nail on the little finger of her right hand, cutting out a sharp edge, and then used the sharp nails to carefully pierce the bed sheet and pick out a small hole for peeping.
Olya narrowed her eyes and carefully watched Naimen's movement. The lighting in the room is not too dark. The bright blue light of the magic lamp casts on Naimen who is gradually walking towards her direction, reflecting reflecting
"No, no shirt on!"
Olya¡¯s peeping eye almost popped out of its socket. The clever princess of the empire immediately reconstructed the chain of reasoning: Nemen Solayton got soaked when he was experimenting with the "magic shower", and when he saw the big bed, he naturally took off his wet clothes
From her perspective, she could only see the young major's topless body, but she didn't want to confirm whether Naimen was wearing pants at all.
"Don't come over. Don't come over. Don't come over"
Olya repeated the silent cry deep in her heart. She really didn't know what to say if caught in this situation. What should a half-naked Free Army major say when he meets a female bishop lying under his sheets, dressed as a pillow? She had imagined several possible developments if she and he were together, but this strange story development was definitely not included.
Fortunately, when I was halfway through the door, the bell outside rang at the right time again. Hearing the sound of the bell, Naimen stopped moving, as if he remembered something.
"Forget it, it's almost time for the appointment. No one can play with the pillow."
He relaxed his whole body and slammed his whole body into the sponge.
¡°There¡¯s one last piece of work let¡¯s take a shower and change clothes first.¡±
Naimen stood up with a sense of reluctance that was about to overflow, and dragged his steps towards the bathroom.
As soon as she saw his figure disappearing outside the door, Olia immediately arched up, crawled quickly under the sheets, ran out of the bed like a fleeing gopher, and got into the closet¡ª¡ª
Based on the size of this wardrobe, it should be called a cloakroom. This cloakroom is more than enough to accommodate two shifts of people. It is filled with all kinds of luxurious gowns that the previous owner had no time to take away, enough for her to hide behind those clothes.
"It's not that safe here, but at least there are no magic lights or half-naked men," Olya thought.
The sound of water in the shower continued. Every few minutes, the sound would stop and continue until its owner replaced the shower head.
After a while, the sound of running water was mixed with whistles, and the content of the whistles was the southern national anthem that Olya was also familiar with.
"Want to take the opportunity to slip away?"
This idea only crossed her mind for a moment, and was immediately rejected by herself. The bathroom door was also blasted away by the magic team, and she would be seen when she went out.
The sound of water finally stopped. Naimen's footsteps turned into a wet "pitter patter", and he dragged the elf's wooden slippers back to the bedroom. He opened the closet and didn't look deeper. He just pulled out a set of pajamas, checked the magic reaction and put them on.
Just when Olya breathed a sigh of relief again, she suddenly heard the sound of "Mercy" being unsheathed.A harsh sound that activates magical special effects.
"Who is it?" Naimen said, leaning against the wall and retreating towards the door, "If it's one of our own, please let me know. If it's a misunderstanding, I won't call the guards."
Olya¡¯s face suddenly turned red. She remembered that she had escaped from under the sheets and must have left extremely obvious traces.
But do you want to go out now? She also hesitated. Not to mention that Naimen was probably still wearing a bath towel, and if she went out, the guards at the door would undoubtedly be punished.
Just as Olya reached out to open the closet door, a slightly familiar clear female voice came from the window.
"You are worthy of being a hero Lenny. You discovered me just after I arrived."
The glass window inlaid with stained glass suddenly became translucent, emitting a faint green light, and the phase effect was activated. It was with this Eastern Yi magic technology that the Intre people built the great wonder, the Phase Bridge.
"Originally, I should be curious about how you found out, but these should be the secrets of you Western magicians. It must be bad for others to know about your habit of using magic, right?"
Naimen¡¯s hand was still on the hilt of the sword, looking at the person coming with vigilance.
Zhang Shiyi, wearing a black tight-fitting night jacket, passed through the window, swept half of the room lightly, and stopped in the middle of the bed without making any sound.
"Sorry, I originally wanted to wait for you to take a shower before coming in normally. Your guards did not allow me to make an appointment with you, so I had to make this decision. I'm sorry."
Naimen paused for a moment, probably remembering the order he gave.
"So, may I ask Miss Zhang"
"Xiaoyi."
"Okay, then, Miss Xiaoyi, why are you sneaking in alone in such a late night?"
Zhang Shiyi smiled, raised his hand to straighten his ponytail, jumped up, and landed right next to Nemen Solayton. Her right hand happened to block Naimon's path to draw his sword.
"I'm here to give you a big gift."
Naimen frowned.
"I believe you are not here to pay bribes this late at night. If you plan to say that the gift is yourself, then the joke is not very funny, Miss Xiaoyi."
Zhang Shiyi did not answer this question directly, but asked a rhetorical question.
"You and Mr. Wei Taiping already control half of the Eastern Route, right?"
Naimen nodded: "Yeah. You can put it that way."
"But actually, this half of the route is controlled by Marshal Wei, not by you, right?"
This question is quite acute. Naimen was not angry at all. He nodded again and replied briefly: "Yes."
"The gift I want to give you is the other half of the Eastern Route. The other half from Qingniu Mansion to Lingyang Gate. I can help you get the entire Muleyman."
When talking about Qingniu Mansion, Zhang Shiyi's face no longer smiled.
Naimen pondered for a moment and shook his head: "There are many Yellow Turban Taiping rebels, and the total number is said to be hundreds of thousands of powerful soldiers. Since the current heir general Zhang Futu took office, it is impossible to train the new army with our strength¡ª¡ª"
Zhang Shiyi's knees suddenly softened and he knelt down. For Naimen, who grew up in Lenny, this was a very rare courtesy. He hurried forward and wanted to help Shiyi stand up.
"The traitor Zhang Futu is determined to promote the Eastern Expedition. He has been hanging out overseas for many years. He never imagined that the enemy would come from the sea! Now is the opportunity, Lord Solayton. As long as you and I are engaged, you can use your identity as Luo Ruide's chief disciple to take over the throne. The Qu Zhang family has captured Qingniu Mansion, controlled the other half of the waterway, and is on par with Wei Taiping, who has the strongest fleet in the world - no, even stronger than him!"
Zhang Shiyi spoke this passage extremely fluently, sounding as if he had been preparing for it for a long time.
?Olia Hugh Coleman watched all this blankly in the closet, not knowing when to speak out. She vaguely felt that she had missed the best opportunity to go out.
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