For the purpose of streamlining the treasury expenditure, Akhtar wore a generous dustproof robe over her long blue hair. It was not gorgeous and was only embroidered with light flame patterns.
"Your Majesty, I always believe that there will be no god who loves people more than you in this world."
Akhtar clasped his hands on his chest, lowered his eyes slightly, his soft hair fell on his face, and his rare appearance revealed a smile.
That scene only reminded Famas of a diamond lying in the mud, wrapped in velvet and satin, soft and shining.
The young man sighed, feeling that it was hard to say anything. He raised his hand to gently stroke Akhtar's hair, but he slowly frowned, worried that the smell of blood would contaminate him.
"Your Majesty, please don't worry, I will always be your most convenient tool, even if you are covered in blood."
Before Famas put down his hand, Akhtar held it tightly, and then the cold temperature spread along the other person's palm to the bottom of his heart, as if it was directly touching the inside of his soul.
Famas subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but Akhtar held it tightly, and then put the boy's palm against her cheek.
The bionic limbs covered with skin had no temperature at all and were as cold as steel, but Akhtar's cheeks exuded a comfortable body temperature, and as time passed, the temperature continued to rise.
The girl's breath sprayed on Famas's wrist. After a moment, Akhtar obediently let go of his hand, kneeling on the ground and looking at Famas longingly, just waiting for him to touch her head again.
But Famas failed to live up to Akhtar's expectations after all. He still had the same cold look, put down his hand and turned around to leave.
A few weeks later, the caster of "Mora", a dazzling golden god with endless power, descended from the sky. The rock light engulfed the ancient royal court complex of Munata, and the historic capital of the empire was shrouded in flames of war.
Before the war, no matter how many cultural crystallizations the city had, the historical monuments were in vain. They would be trampled and destroyed, as if they were symbols of the empire, uprooted by the angry Alliance troops.
Sculptures were overthrown one after another, whether they were carvings of military generals, founding achievements, or bards, great alchemists, and great magicians... Such a thorough liquidation has been rare in history.
This clearly proves that the war itself was not a normal change of power, but a usurpation of the throne through internal and external cooperation.
The restored nobles and slave owners regained power. Fear, blood and fire burned the city, and the roar of the murderous tyrant was deafening.
Akhtar and the generals have led all the royal guards to the city gate to eliminate the rebels. The expeditionary regiment was urgently recalled to King Qin, but Famas was leaning on the cold throne indifferently. Blood was the main color of the main hall, far away
It looks like a rose blooming on the earth.
It took three centuries and countless manpower and financial resources to build the Royal Castle, which itself is a monument in the history of architecture.
For military purposes, it was built into a fortress with a bunker-like structure, a city within a city.
One hundred and twenty-six secret passages run through it, making its staggered structure maximize the use of space and provide the shortest troop deployment route. It only takes less than an hour for the army to occupy every area on the city wall.
every corner, blocking every sluice valve that might be considered a breach.
The talents of war scientists and architects from past generations over hundreds of years were fully demonstrated when designing this kind of castle.
It's a pity that it is of no use at all, because no matter how practical the design premise is, it must be driven by sufficient manpower.
To guard such a large palace, there must be at least 6,000 guard knights, but now the palace is in chaos, with weapons and debris scattered everywhere, and Famas is sitting alone on the throne, meditating.
However, the boy soon discovered Morax suspended in the air. The god named after the contract was looking down at the direction of the throne, as if waiting for Famas's counterattack before his death.
The current situation is just like what fire once did to ice and snow, fate has brought it back again.
The young man stood up calmly, picked up a weapon from the ground of the palace, and walked out of the hall calmly, with a few strands of snow-white red hair shining particularly brightly in the firelight.
Akhtar also noticed her majesty. The bloody king's hand was wielding a heavy sword that was far beyond the scale of ordinary weapons. Each swing cut off objects within the attack range. However, she was also delayed by the attacking rebels and watched helplessly.
Your Majesty walked to the end alone.
"Sir Famas, I seem to have reminded you of something sad?"
The young man did not respond. Instead, he asked Pantalone to confirm something. After thinking about it for a moment, he suddenly raised the doubts that existed in the Solstice Kingdom.
"I have heard some rumors before the establishment of Solstice, about a city called "Saint Ortos" and a demon named "Chione"."
When he first heard the familiar yet unfamiliar name, Famas didn't react yet, but he quickly stood up from the sofa and stared at Pantalone with a look of shock and suspicion:
"Your Majesty the Queen...she even tells you these things like sesame seeds and rotten millet?!"
Before Pantalone could respond, Famas seemed to remember some taboos and shook his head in denial.
"Under the laws of nature, if the gods don't speak again, she will never talk about this matter again." Famas held his chin in thought, and after seeing Pantalone's smiling expression, he nodded with certainty,
"It was Piero who told you, didn't he?"
"Your judgment is very accurate."
Pantalone did not conduct too many tests and admitted the source of the information quite simply.
"But what I just said is all I know. Although Her Majesty the Queen is unwilling to mention these secrets, I am still quite curious about the truth of history."
The big banker looked at Famas with inquiring eyes, seemingly eager to learn the secrets that had been completely hidden.
"History is the scar left by time on the world."
"There is a heavy price to pay for uncovering the scars. This price can make the gods shut up. And you...a banker favored by the gods, what qualifications do you have to learn about the hidden past."
Famas, who had regained his composure, spoke rather playfully, but there was not much sarcasm in his words, as if he was really asking Pantalone if he was qualified to know the past.
But the banker, who had always been eloquent, didn't know how to answer at this moment. He had only heard a little about the taboo knowledge, which even the second-ranked "Doctor" of the Fools' Executive Officer did not dare to touch directly.
As far as Pantalone knew, most of the doctor's slices of different ages were spent on researching taboo knowledge and experiments.
"Mr. Pantalone, it seems you are not ready to see the truth of the world."
Seeing that the other party did not answer for a long time, Famas rarely addressed the big banker by his name in such a formal way. Then he spread his right hand like a magic trick, and a small round jar appeared in his hand.
Famas pushed the dark round jar in front of Pantalone, while the big banker looked at the low-key and simple box in front of him, and did not reach out to touch it rashly, waiting for Famas' next words.
"I am deeply sorry for what happened to Chione, but I still stick to what I said before. No one can take away the Heart of God before the Dragonborn returns to Nata."
"But you can take this jar of snowflakes back to Winter and hand it over to the Ice Queen. Compared to losing the heart of God recognized by the sky, this jar of [Bone Snow] will be more helpful to her current situation."
After listening to Famas's story, Pantalone raised her eyebrows and rubbed the ring on her finger. After a long time, she slowly picked up the round jar on the table and gently unscrewed the lid, revealing the snow-white contents in the jar.
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"Nothing can melt it except the hottest midday sun, and as revenge for its betrayers, it will slowly eat away at human flesh."
Famas's meaningful reminder prompted Pantalone to carefully close the lid of the jar and ask tentatively: "What exactly is this jar of...snowflakes?"
"Chione's ashes."
Famas smiled inexplicably, and the lights in the Golden House banquet hall suddenly dimmed, causing the chatter of the banquet guests to weaken slightly, but the badges on their chests were reflected scarlet, like beating hearts.