Chapter 150 Classic Reprint
"If you add a dragon to a rug, that's a perfectly acceptable risk."
As the sky gradually darkened, the Golden King remained in the tent and did not come out.
The frightened Huns have already returned to their original place on horseback: there is no other way, except here, they really have no place to go.
A young boy, his hands covered in mud, was helping the adults build a bonfire. Seeing the sadness in everyone's eyes, he couldn't help but ask, "Dad, why don't you run to the city?"
His father was carrying boxes with a grimace in his eyes, flattening clumps of dead grass with iron cages and wheels.
Hearing this unexpectedly, the man reached out a hand from behind the cage and slapped his son hard: "Go away, kid, you don't know shit. If you want to run away, you have to get back in!"
"Why can't I get in..." The child didn't care what the adults thought. In his simple mind, the image of going into the city to trade was still lingering.
I remember that at that time some people went deep into the grassland to collect wool. The gold coins they earned were enough for a family to wear thick clothes and go to the city to eat delicious food in the small shops along the street.
Didn’t the Golden King take my father around to do business two years ago? Why is it that he is not able to do it now?
Oh, have you really been there? The king doesn't seem to have done business. He's always been a hostage in Rome or Persia. The boy immediately shut up and lowered his head.
The man put down the iron cage and was about to teach his son a lesson, but he was stunned by this question.
Yes, why is it not working? It seems like a while ago... No, a while ago, I was fighting with the king on the grassland. How could I possibly run to Athens to move things? He rubbed his eyes in confusion, and finally pushed his shoulders hard. "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Eat your meat!"
The boy was slapped in the face and could only wipe his tears in grievance and continue to build the grill in front of the fire.
After several rounds of back and forth, only one cage remained. The Huns tacitly walked around the iron cage, pretending not to see it. Whether the person inside lived or died was entirely up to the king's will; they would not interfere.
"I'm dying, dying, dying..." Ilit held her head, her eyes wide open. Melia actually dragged the Huns' Golden King into the tent. Woohoo, I must come back alive.
Taffy calmly picked up the blanket and covered her with it: "Miss Elite, don't worry, she will be fine."
"Waaaaaah, leave this sentence to me, okay!"
Ilitte was scratching his head frantically when he suddenly heard some rustling and clicking sounds.
Looking up, he saw the Huns dispersing in chaos. Only one young man who was barbecuing meat was too close and had no time to run away, so he stared blankly at the king's tent.
The Golden King lifted the curtain and took Melia's wrist with a smile: "Sister, be careful, there are beads under the tent, it's very slippery~"
The boy burped in fear and quickly covered his mouth and hid behind the sheep. Fortunately, everyone's eyes were focused on the king. Attila walked towards the broken cage and flicked it lightly.
With a clang, the chain broke open and fell directly to the ground.
"My sister's people are of course honored guests. Let's eat together." His golden eyes were filled with smiles as Attila raised his right hand and waved at the nobles. "Didn't a lot of noble ladies come over to give gifts just now? After dinner, let them go home. I don't need so many concubines."
[Oh no, the king is not being controlled by the witch! ]
The nobles exchanged horrified glances. Not since Brida’s death had the King spoken in such a gentle voice.
[Do you want to save the king?] [How?] [If you want to save him, you guys can do it. I can't do anything about it.]
Human eyes cannot speak, but their vivid expressions have conveyed the meaning clearly: Wang is in a good mood now, and anyone who wants her to change back and kill everyone... it's up to you, I won't accompany you.
…
The banquet lasted until late, and when the night was dark, they walked into the king's tent under the silvery moonlight.
The tent was already filled with boxes of valuables. Attila walked over to a black wooden box and slapped it vigorously. "Everything my sister wants is here, but I'm afraid Elena won't accept it."
“How do you know if you don’t try?”
Melia nodded at her solar plexus. "As long as she doesn't refuse, we can track the person delivering the goods and find her current location. It's much better than challenging her directly."
The mechanism of how magic works is still uncertain. If the people who die in the end cannot be resurrected, it will be very uncomfortable even if we win.
"Well, I understand. War is the final resort." Attila chuckled and grabbed a handful of gold coins, then let go, letting them make a crisp clinking sound.
After a moment, she stuck out her tongue playfully: "But sister, I've used this method before, okay?"
"Hey, what's the result?"
"Of course it was rejected. That general named Ronnie is very perceptive."
Failure in the false world is nothing, Attila calmly recounted the situation.
When she concluded that Brida was dead, a certain obsession seized her:
Go conquer Rome!
The shortest distance between two points is a straight line, and crazy people are simply unwilling to act in accordance with "reason".
So she pretended to be docile and approached the Romans with her sparse subordinates.
[“Please convey our respects to the great Regent. May these small gifts bring peace this winter.”] She believed this was a good reason. The Huns were still in civil strife, and anyone would think that they needed to recuperate for a while.
The Romans were indeed caught off guard. They loaded their gold and silver onto carts and left the camp. Then—the Huns following behind them engaged in a fierce battle with General Roni's elite troops in the river valley, each leaving behind hundreds of corpses. Their plan to ambush the commander was thwarted.
Attila spread his hands regretfully: "So~ Sister is a step too late. The Romans will never trust me."
Ronnie, since it's Ronnie...that's easy.
Recalling Roni's experience and performance in "The Rose Princess", Melia raised her lips confidently: "I will convince her. Before that, the most important thing is the gift-"
She opened the box at the back with a "Hey Yo" sound and pulled out a long blanket. The surface of the blanket was spun with a layer of gold thread and printed with large patches of colorful flowers.
The only surprising thing about it is its length, which is much longer than ordinary tapestries and sleeping rugs.
Melia picked up the blanket and spread it flat on the ground with a swish. It was plain inside, just very smooth wool. It should be very comfortable to lie on. As a gift for the de facto regent of Rome, it was a little shabby.
"Elena particularly likes wool carpets?" Attila touched the carpet curiously.
"Hehe~" Melia smiled cunningly, then she lifted the blanket, lay down in it comfortably, and rolled to the left, her head and feet instantly submerged in the long cashmere.
A muffled response came from inside the blanket: "Who cares if she likes the blanket or not? She likes me inside it the most~"
"Pfft." It turned out to be such a precious gift.
"Don't laugh! Hurry up and compare the size. Can the box still hold everything? Remember to put the silver and glass beads in it!"
Attila half-knelt on the ground, held the rolled blanket in front of the box and gestured at it horizontally and vertically: No wonder the box needs to be so big, it turns out he wants to stuff a person in it.
As for the silver and glass beads...she understood what Melia meant.
Since my sister could manipulate objects on a small scale, twisting a gold nugget into a golden apple, she could surely control silver and glass. With these markers, wherever the carriage passed, it would leave a mark that was easily traceable.
She loosened her grip and pulled out the blanket: "I don't agree with this plan."
"Why?!" Melia popped her head out and was hit by the soft edge.
"Because it's dangerous."
Attila took her hand and pulled her out of the box. "Even if you can convince Roni to turn a blind eye to the transport, how can you be sure that Elena is still the Elena you know? She might see someone crawling out from under the blanket and stab them with her sword."
Well, it's very likely.
Melia bit her lip. Hiding someone in a blanket was as risky as hiding a dagger in a scroll. She dared to do this simply because of the legendary Cleopatra who used this trick to meet Caesar.
This inspiration came from the goblins: the Goblin Queen deliberately allowed her to observe the vastness of fictional history, while also glimpsing the truth within the fiction. Although there was no clear evidence, the fact that "it really happened" and "many people believed it happened" had a certain quality in this constantly fluctuating world of illusion.
The fictional history of the fairies is like a constantly swinging scale. The Fairy Queen has been increasing the weight over a long period of time, trying to make the scale fall to one end according to the script, successfully deceiving the world and making it become established history.
Since the virtual world operates according to this logic, she can also use this to deceive the virtual world that "this is a real event that happened and it is beneficial to you."
But such reasons could not convince Attila, because they all knew that inference could not replace risk.
Even if the inference is correct, if the logic of the virtual world is to prioritize eliminating invaders, she can arrange ten thousand reasonable ways to die after leaving the Huns.
Even if this world truly prioritized the legendary scenario, Elena's reaction would be unpredictable. As the linchpin of the fairy's plan, the queen must have had a backup plan before she fell asleep.
How can we avoid risks? ...
"Meow, meow, meow~ I'm not a robber! Okay, okay, I'll just shrink, okay?"
A crisp howl was heard outside the curtain, followed by a loud "Dragon—" clang!
"Nini..." Melia pulled open the curtain, and saw the little cat Long snapping his head back, frozen in the picture.
"Mom?!" She held the leg of lamb in her mouth, her big eyes spinning around like watery egg droplets.
Whoosh—the dragon claws flipped over the soil, and the little dragon cat fell into the arms of its mother.
"Oh, oh, oh, finally, I found my mommy!" Menia shrank into the size of a cat, but still threw Melia to the ground. The two rolled several times on the grass and crashed into the wide tent.
"Nini~"
"Mom~"
My cheeks brushed against layers of fine fur, and I could feel the child's lively heartbeat in my palms. Perhaps because of the dragon blood coursing through my body, the cat dragon's belly was unusually warm.
The mother and daughter were cuddling for a moment in front of the fire. The kitten, Dragon, poked its head out and spotted Attila standing outside the crowd. She raised her paw and yelled at the top of her lungs, "Mom, Aunt Attila hit me!"
"Hey~" Attila smiled and raised his hand and shook it, looking as innocent as possible.
"Really? Where did it hit?" Melia wanted to lift Nini, but when she tried hard, she only caught half of the cat's paw.
Nini quickly turned over her belly and swiped through the fur as quickly as she could to search carefully. She remembered whether it was scales on her waist or legs... She looked at it for a long time under the torch, and finally put down her paw in frustration: "I can't find it."
Damn it, there was no scratch at all, it healed before I saw it, so I can't get any advantage when I complain!
For the first time in her life, Menea blamed her amazing defensive ability.
In just a few seconds, she thought of many possible scenarios: other children fighting, the loser crying loudly, she also being slapped mercilessly, and then the adults came running, and only the cat dragon was intact.
Even if there was damage, with the dragon's self-healing ability, it would heal in a few minutes. If I wanted to complain, I could only cry in front of my mother.
With Menea's small head and high IQ, she could fully understand people's evidence-based thinking mode. The whole cat pouted in grievance.
"Pfft." Attila laughed and shook his head, walking towards them. "Forget it, I won't tease you anymore. I was a little out of control at the time and did shoot the arrow."
"Where is the wound?!" Melia turned over the fur. The dragon skin was smoother than tanned calfskin and full of collagen.
Tsk, since my aunt didn't lie, Longlong shouldn't lie either. Menia pouted unwillingly: "The arrow is very fragile, I'm not hurt."
"Huh~" Melia kissed the cat's ears, and heard the guy behind her exclaim.
"How about letting Menea go with you?"
Attila blinked innocently and said, "If you add a dragon to the blanket, this risk is completely acceptable."
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