Fabien rarely arrives at the Holy Hub late at night, let alone meets with the Council of Sages. It’s not that as a herald, he doesn’t work seriously, it’s just that these noble councilors don’t like to be disturbed late at night, so
Disturbing their rare dreams.
They are old and noble, and each of them has reached the limit of the condenser's lifespan. When their extraordinary characteristics have reached their peak, their mortal nature has also declined to the extreme, and the characteristics of life and death coexist in their weak bodies.
Just like those who are reaching their twilight years in many extraordinary forces, they all eventually gathered here and became the supreme leaders of the secret groups, and relied on huge resources to survive.
Fabien has no objection to this. According to convention, when his life span reaches the limit, he will also join the Council of Sages and become a surviving member of this group.
It's just...it's just that Fabien has never liked this way of living. He doesn't understand what's the difference between living forever and being a prisoner?
The heavy metal sound interrupted Fabien's thoughts. The elevator reached the end, and the overlapping gates disintegrated, opening the way forward.
A beam of bright light passed over Fabien's head. It was a fork of the aurora road. It passed through the barriers of the building and reached into this deep palace. Until now, there has been no official name here, but every day
The heralds and councilors all habitually called this place the heart of the nest.
The narrow field of vision became wider, and Fabien stepped into the huge space in the center of the nest. The place was very monotonous, and there was nothing inside. One could not help but wonder if the construction here had not been completed. It was so empty, and Fabien's footsteps
The sound was clearly transmitted to the end and back from the end.
Looking up, Fabien saw the inverted triangular structure slowly hanging down from the top.
It is a complex structure similar to a honeycomb, with hexagonal spaces overlapping and pieced together. The Aurora Road sinks into it, and a hazy shimmer is reflected inside it. It is also through this shimmer that you will find that the composition
The material structure of the honeycomb has very good light transmittance, like crystal clear crystal.
It is also under this good permeability that you can see that the light highlights the hazy black shadows curled up one after another in the crystal honeycomb. They are like young bees waiting to develop hidden in it.
Fabien saluted and bowed, his voice neither high nor low, echoing in the empty room, gradually getting louder and louder.
"Members of Parliament."
Fabien's voice woke them up, and the hazy figures in the crystal began to squirm. A burst of unidentifiable murmurs sounded among each other. Soon it became silent, and even the squirming of the body stopped.
Tick tock, tick tock.
The viscous ticking of liquid broke the silence again, and a figure was seen squirming violently. She stretched her body in the bee chrysalis, raised her head, and looked at Fabien through the hive with a pair of dazzling eyes.
Together, she straightened her hands, used force, and peeled open the pupa that wrapped him little by little, and got out of the hexagonal honeycomb space.
"ha……"
The sound of clear breathing echoed, and Fabien saw the other person clearly. She was a woman whose age was difficult to judge. Her skin had a sickly pale skin that could not see the sun, her face was delicate, without a trace of wrinkles, but her hair was old and aged.
The paleness spreads like a waterfall.
She struggled to pull her lower body out of the hive, and landed lightly on the ground, like a fallen feather. Her naked body was covered with mucus brought from the hive, and it dripped all over her feet.
side.
The woman took a deep breath again, held up her lungs, her chest bulged slightly, and then let out a slightly painful moan. Fabien watched her quietly. Along with the breath just now, Fabien could accurately detect it.
, a trace of wrinkles appeared on the woman's smooth cheeks.
The woman also noticed this and frowned slightly, but she didn't say anything more. She casually evoked her ether, and a dark green robe appeared out of thin air and was draped around her body. At the same time, the mucus on her body surface evaporated quickly, and she turned towards her.
Leaning back, a wooden chair appeared again, holding the woman firmly.
"What's the matter with my late night visit?" she asked.
"The envoy from the Bureau of Order has arrived at the Secret Group, and this time it is Nathaniel who is here in person," Fabien calmly recounted. "Nathaniel requested to negotiate with the Council of Sages, re-sign the contract, and requested
After this, the Order of Mysteries is examined to determine our purity.”
Before the woman could react, a series of sharp hoarse sounds came from the hive above the two of them. Fabien could vaguely make out some intermittent words, but it was difficult to form them into an understandable sentence.
The woman seemed to be able to understand these strange words. She pressed her temples hard, as if she was using this method to relieve stress.
"Where are they now?"
"Diplomatic Tower."
"He plans to meet us tomorrow?"
"Yes," Fabien continued, "but I feel that Nathaniel cannot be allowed to reach the heart of the nest. It is too dangerous."
This time the sounds in the hive became harmonious, and it seemed that those curled up figures all agreed with Fabien's idea.
"I will go see him on behalf of the Council of Sages," the woman said, "but I won't waste too much time on him. It's best to resolve this matter as soon as possible."
"Then do you want to agree to Nathaniel's request?" Fabien asked tentatively.
The woman didn't answer immediately. She was a little irritated, and then sneered, "He's already here in person, isn't his intention obvious? Either agree to his request, or he will suppress us with force."
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm worried about. Nathaniel itself is a deterrent." Fabien said.
"Then what do you think we should do?" The woman asked Fabien.
"First of all, it depends on the will of the Council of Sages."
Fabien did not give a clear answer, but lowered his head slightly to show respect to the congressmen, "What do the congressmen want?"
The question was thrown back to the woman, and she chuckled, "Are you testing us?"
"I am the herald of the congressmen and the executor of their will. I need to know what you want." Fabien still looked respectful.
"Um?"
The woman raised her feet, exposing her white thighs, folded her arms over her chest, and rested her head with one hand. While she was thinking about her next decision, whispers came from the hive.
"Nathaniel is too arrogant."
As the woman spoke, she stretched out her hand. Under her gaze, wrinkles gradually appeared on her slender arms, and age spots appeared one by one like bacterial plaque.
"Does he think he can intimidate us all?" The woman's voice suddenly became vicious.
Fabien said calmly, "To be realistic, it is indeed the case."
The congressmen are all high-level condensers, but they are only high-level condensers. They cannot leave the nest heart for too long. What's more, they have lagged behind this era. Compared with them, Nathaniel is simply a
A fighter in his prime.
These living people do not have enough courage to confront Nethaniel head-on, and this is where Nethaniel relies on.
The woman closed her eyes and meditated. When she opened her eyes again, her voice suddenly became stern, "This is the land of secrets, the territory of the secret groups. We will not allow Nathaniel to do whatever he wants here."
Fabien said nothing, standing there like a sculpture, listening to the woman's words.
"Gather the dukes and make them ready to carry the power of the Aurora at any time."
"Is the Council of Sages planning to fight against Nethaniel and the Bureau of Order?" Fabien showed a surprised expression, "This is not a rational decision."
The woman did not answer Fabien's question, but asked him, "Can we trust you? Fabien."
"Of course, I am your chosen herald, am I not?"
Fabien bowed his head again, maintaining absolute humility.
"But I still remember that you went to the Bureau of Order to study for a period of time and had a good relationship with Nathaniel." the woman said.
"That was decades ago, and Nathaniel was still an ordinary field clerk at that time." Fabien tried to prove his loyalty.
"Who do you owe allegiance to?"
"The group of secrets."
Regarding this answer, the woman's expression became complicated. This answer satisfied her, but also made her a little dissatisfied.
Fabien understood the woman's silence. This time he raised his head, but he did not look at the woman, but looked up at the crystal hive. Behind the huddled black shadows, Fabien saw it in the core of the hive.
It was a strange aberration. Several hearts were stuck together in a simple way, beating irregularly. Along with the pacing of the heart, a blazing white glow overflowed from it, and the heart mass extended outward.
The blood vessels penetrated the honeycomb, laying down layers of capillaries, connecting all the MPs.
Fabien looked at the heart mass and replied again, "I am loyal to the Council of Sages."
The woman showed a satisfied smile and ordered.
"Very well, Fabien, you can leave."
Fabien nodded and asked, "What about tomorrow?"
"We have other plans."
"Oh well."
Fabien knew that the Council of Sages still couldn't believe in him, which was normal. These people had lived for too long. The older they got, the more timid they became. They were afraid of encountering any risks. It was normal to have such a reaction.
Without saying any more words, Fabien took a deep look at the heart mass, left silently, and stepped into the elevator again. When the gate closed and blocked all the light, Fabien took a long breath.
Fabien put his hand into his pocket, held a piece of cold metal sheet, spread his hand, and found a whistle quietly lying in his palm.
Recalling the message that Nathaniel conveyed to him through the whistle a few hours ago, Fabien felt heavy in his heart and wondered whether his decision was correct.
Forget it, don't worry about whether it's right or not, just follow your own desires.
Fabien recalled the flashing heart mass and murmured, "Fantasy seeds..."
The herald disappeared into the heart of the nest, and this space became completely independent again.
"Can he be trusted?"
"Believable, but flawed."
"No...cannot tolerate the existence of any risk."
"Don't forget, Fabien's philosophy is different from ours."
"The Truth Sect."
Murmurs and whispers hovered above the woman's head, like a group of disturbing vultures, chirping endlessly.
The woman frowned. She was extremely irritable now. She could clearly feel that as she left the hive, her body was getting older at a speed visible to the naked eye. Judging from the past situation, she would be out for a few days at most.
time, you must return to the hive to recuperate.
If it's not her turn, a woman doesn't want to step out of the hive. For a beauty-loving person like her, there is nothing more cruel than witnessing her own decay.
But now, a woman has no time to take care of her body, and more troublesome things are waiting for her.
"The Truth Sect?" The woman remembered what Fabien had insisted on, "Didn't he quit the Truth Sect for a long time?"
"But his daughter, the current Duke of Rhapsody, is still insisting."
"She is part of us, despite our differences."
"But after resolving the external crisis, her differences will be the beginning of our internal strife."
"Not credible."
"Not credible."
The hazy words came one after another, and Fabien's purity was quickly determined - the MPs could not completely trust him.
The woman is not surprised to come to such a conclusion. Normally, everyone would turn a blind eye, but now, the group of secrets has come to the wrong path of destiny.
If there is a slight mistake, they will be met with destruction, but as long as they get through this level, a brand new future will be waiting for the group of secrets.
"Nathaniel? Is he the deputy director of the Order Bureau?"
A cold voice came from the darkness. The woman quickly stood up from the chair, turned around and looked into the darkness, only to see a pair of scarlet eyes opening from it.
"Why are you here?" the woman asked.
"Why else? We need a new batch of blood people."
"We have robbed many people and handed them over to you. Isn't this enough?" the woman said.
"Those people are too ordinary. What I want is the disabled. Their blood has more flavor."
The voice in the darkness continued, "Besides, these people, aren't you already ready?"
The woman was stunned for a moment and said sternly, "You have been here a long time ago and you are still investigating us secretly?"
"There is no way. What if your deal with us is just a disguise, but you secretly join forces with the Bureau of Order?" He continued, "After all, Nethaniel is here."
This time the women were speechless. They really did not expect Nethaniel to come to the Hidden Land in person. No councilor wanted him to appear here. After all, he could destroy the nest heart at any time if he wanted.
By then, there will be no place for MPs.
"Everyone, I have a suggestion."
The voice continued, "Why don't we find a way to kill Nathaniel?"
As soon as he finished speaking, more scarlet eyes opened in the darkness, like some strange monster lurking in everyone's shadow.
"What... do you think?"
Sorry, sorry, my heart is a little broken today and needs to be adjusted.
