In Feysac, Saint-Milon, in a seemingly ordinary bar called Honey and Bear, the lively and noisy atmosphere almost overflowed.
Although it was still a little short of noon at this time, the tavern was already crowded with people. Some of them drank too much last night and slept in the tavern until they were awake. Some of them took advantage of their lunch break to come over and have a drink or two.
Of course, there are also those who have earned enough money to drink and plan to skip work in the afternoon and have a good drink.
This is the folk custom of Fusac. In this cold country, almost everyone is addicted to alcohol. There is a long-standing joke that goes like this: Fusac people do not drink alcohol only when they are in their mother's belly.
Of course, this joke was collectively rejected by the Fusak people, because the Fusak people drank with their mothers even when they were in their mother's belly!
These Fusac people with a small amount of giant blood are tall, as strong as bears, and extremely tough-tempered, and there are many who get into fights while drinking.
In such a noisy tavern where people are thrown out from time to time, there is a table that seems particularly quiet. The two people in front of the table seem to be ignored by the entire environment. Even those guys who are wrestling with each other and rolling around are unconscious.
Get out of the way.
"It seems that you are quite adapted to the environment here?" Snow took a sip of the strong wine in the glass, frowned slightly, and Lavis showed a very Fusac-like smile:
"The people here are easy to understand, enthusiastic yet irritable, rude yet casual. You can build a good relationship for the price of a few glasses of wine. In contrast, the royal family here is very shrewd and can hardly find any trace of it.
gap."
"This is normal. If a hunter royal family can easily find a loophole for you, then they are in vain." Snow chuckled, and then as if he remembered something, he said, "Grossell, you are here."
How's it going?"
"He is very adaptable to life here. He is very popular among gangs and workers, and has a good reputation. However, he still shows some sad emotions occasionally. I have specially arranged people to provide guidance." Lavis said.
Grossell also showed a smile. After hearing this, Snow nodded and said:
"He may be the only pure-blood giant in the world. When we capture Fusac in the future, he may become a symbol."
"You mean, God of War..." After this period of training, Lavis is no longer the raw novice who relied on spell-like abilities such as [Word Skill Enhancement] to follow the script. After hearing Wei Erliang
After reading the word, I immediately understood what Snow meant.
"Yes, the collapse of the Church of the God of War is inevitable. We cannot take down Einhorn in a short time, but we can take advantage of the window period of the collapse of the Church of the God of War to convert some of our beliefs. Don't forget our purpose. It is not blind.
not to overthrow the country, but to allow everyone to live like individuals.”
Listening to Snow's calm words, Lavis gently rubbed his ring and had an idea in his mind.
…
At the same time, Backlund and Klein used illusions to deceive the waiter at Serenzo Restaurant and arrived outside the box called the Golden Theater without any obstruction. After waiting for a moment, he took out the [Purple Micro] and clicked
I pressed it open and took a look.
After putting away his pocket watch and counting ten times, Klein finally raised his hand and knocked on the door.
At this time, his secret puppet Qonas was sitting on the sidewalk chair opposite the restaurant, reading the newspaper leisurely, while Enuni was distributing leaflets promoting Fusac's evil image with a group of students.
Of course, the three of them would call out their location from time to time, making it impossible to make an accurate judgment.
"Please come in." Bernadette's voice came out from the box. Klein, who didn't notice anyone in the box at all, couldn't help but muttered something, turned the handle, and pushed the door open.
This box lived up to its name. The large swaths of golden decoration almost dazzled Klein's eyes. After a short period of adaptation, he noticed the chestnut-haired woman sitting at the top of the dining table.
Today, Bernadette is wearing an Intis-style women's white shirt, sitting quietly, with long chestnut hair naturally under the skin, and straight eyebrows spread just right. She has the temperament of a professional woman on earth.
Klein couldn't help but sigh at the great emperor's aesthetic influence on the mysterious queen, but for some reason, he always felt that the other party's posture was a bit like Mr. Devil's style...
"After all, we are acquaintances. It should be normal for styles to influence each other. After all, Mr. Devil also likes to wear Intis-style suits." Klein muttered in his heart, took off his hat, put it on his chest, gave a slight salute, and then pulled it on casually.
Open a chair and sit down.
Bernadette's azure eyes, which were like the condensed sea, swept away, and her voice sounded soft and calm:
"Why did you contact me urgently this time?"
"For the war." Klein took a deep breath, "What do you think of this war?"
He did not mention Russell directly because he wanted to know how much the Mysterious Queen knew about the Black Emperor and what kind of knowledge she had about the war.
Bernadette took a deep look at Klein, and her originally emotionless voice also changed slightly: "I don't like war."
As he spoke, his voice became a little erratic:
"I used to hate him so much and couldn't understand him that I didn't call him daddy for many years. It was because she did too many things that hurt innocent people in her later years in order to be promoted to Black Emperor. I couldn't accept the same behavior as the hero in my mind.
My father became a crazy tyrant."
"And now, after the answer from the person behind you and my own investigation, I understand his situation somewhat. I understand that he is suffering from despair, pain and loneliness. I understand that he is like a drowning person, just struggling instinctively and with all his strength.
."
Listening to Bernadette's statement, Klein couldn't help but sigh. The people who know Huang Tao Russell Gustave best in the world are the two people in this room, except for Senior Pan Ruidax who is still sleeping.
.
But he still realized that the mysterious queen's state today was a little different. She seemed to be holding some kind of special emotion?
Klein's heart moved, but he asked about the specific time when the emperor went crazy. After learning that it was related to the moon and starry sky, he finally confirmed a certain guess in his mind, and turned the topic back to Qiao San's intention to be promoted to the Black Emperor.
Bernadette listened quietly, without showing any emotion, and just spoke slowly:
"You want to stop George III?"
"Yes." Klein nodded calmly.
"Why?" Bernadette asked without any change in tone.
The corners of Klein's mouth turned up, and he smiled and said:
"Some ridiculous reasons not worth mentioning."
Bernadette's eyes paused on his face for a moment, and after a moment, she spoke:
"That's enough."
"I'm also preparing for something remote and probably won't happen."
