Chapter 359 King Roland, Gray Returns Home

Kingdom of Roland, Fontainebleau.

The vast green lawn is like a carpet, and behind the golden fence stands a magnificent palace.

The gallery, with its fine wood paneling, plaster reliefs and oil murals, is magnificent and elegant. In the classical oil painting, a man holds a scorching sun in his palm, and the strength and beauty are perfectly displayed in the muscle lines.

In front of this painting of the sun god, stood a gorgeous blonde beauty, her wavy hair draped over a gorgeous golden robe, her slender legs wearing white silk stockings and suspenders, and a pair of red-soled high heels. She tilted her neck like a swan, and in a neutral and magnetic voice, she asked the elderly courtier beside her: "Has the envoy who went to the Golden Lion returned?"

"Your Majesty, they have returned. The envoy also brought back jewels, silks, and spices given by Queen Theresa. The Golden Lion Queen hopes to promote friendship between the two countries."

The old courtier said, "But, Your Majesty, Roland and the Golden Lion have been at odds for a hundred years. Why didn't you take advantage of the opportunity of the succession of the throne to cross the sea to mobilize troops, but chose to send envoys to make peace?"

"You are old and confused, and can't keep up with the changes of the times."

King Roland's voice was filled with unquestionable arrogance and nobility, and his eyes were deep, as if he could see the magnificent waves.

"Humans are always natural allies of other humans. Instead of guarding against each other, we should all aim our spearheads at the wider world..."

"Imagine, when humans become the Holy Land, will other races be willing to fall behind?" King Roland said with a sidelong glance, "Conflicts that have been settled for many years will always erupt again. By then, humans should form an alliance and conquer the new world!"

The old courtier blushed and said, "I am ashamed that my eyesight is not even one ten-thousandth of your majesty's. I beg your majesty to forgive me."

King Roland smiled softly.

It's like a spring breeze blowing on your face, dazzling and mesmerizing.

He signaled the other party not to be nervous and asked, "What is the origin of Yeats Browndi, who performed outstandingly in the National Defense War? It seems that he defeated Phoenix when he was less than 20 years old?"

The courtier hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, he is the Chosen One of Arts praised by the bards. He is currently the Keeper of the Seal in Queen Theresa's court. He is the Duke of Honeysuckle who once defeated the Orc Expeditionary Force!"

"Oh, the Chosen One of Art, it turns out to be him..." King Roland's eyes moved slightly, "No wonder he sounds familiar to me..."

"Even the famous Phoenix is ​​no match for him. Even Durandal, which was given to Phoenix by the Queen Mother, was taken away by him." King Roland shook his head. "There are really countless heroes in this world."

"However, I am looking forward to seeing whether Hastings will stand up for his colleagues in the Knights if he meets him..."

King Roland chuckled and said, "Write a letter and talk to Queen Theresa about the duel tournament. For the sake of the kingdom's reputation, I believe she will send the Chosen Ones of the Arts to participate."

"As you command, Your Majesty Louis!"

The old courtier said, "Your Majesty, according to your schedule, today is the day to attend the opening ceremony of the Royal Opera House. You should consider leaving."

"Prepare the carriage."

"Your Majesty, why don't you change your clothes before setting out again?" the courtier suggested cautiously.

The sound of high-heeled boots tapping the ground suddenly stopped. The blonde beauty stopped and turned around. She stared coldly at the sweaty courtiers with calm eyes. Finally, she held her forehead and sighed, "Well, this is for the sake of the royal family's reputation. I will change back into my regular clothes and then participate in the ceremony..."

Papal States.

The holy hall was filled with a faint musky scent. Sunlight poured in from the glass dome, illuminating a young man in red clothes who was sitting cross-legged on a white jade couch with a frown on his face.

A man in black scale armor, exuding a majestic aura, stood in front of the cardinal and said in a deep voice:

"Cesare, the news from the Golden Lion has been reported back. The Hospitaller Knights suffered a severe defeat, and even Knight Commander Phoenix was captured."

Phoenix is ​​considered the most promising candidate to inherit the position of leader of the Knights Hospitaller. Once he is promoted to leader, his status will be comparable to Hastings.

Hastings was also very familiar with him. After all, Phoenix was the holder of the 'Immortal Sword' Durandal and a paladin recognized by the holy sword, with unlimited potential!

However, it was such a future star of the Holy See who was defeated by the Duke of Golden Lion in a duel and became a prisoner. This was truly a shame for the Holy See!

"I have known this for a long time... The person who defeated Phoenix is ​​named Yeats Bronte..."

The young man in red sat cross-legged on the couch, biting his nails, his eyes slightly moving: "I have ordered people to investigate. His growth rate is extremely amazing. In just two years, he has grown from an unlearned and useless person to one of the strongest in the Golden Lion... Behind this, there must be the shadow of the gods..."

"What a bunch of nonsense." Hastings said coldly, "He is the chosen one of art! Of course he has the support of the gods!"

Cesare shook his head. "You don't understand what I mean. I mean, it's not just the God of Art who supports him. There may be other gods as well... For example, the Goddess of Darkness."

Hastings fell silent for a while and then said, "Go on."

"More than four months ago, the Chosen One of Darkness was promoted to the sixth ring in front of Famula, and now, Yezhi Brondi has also shown the strength of the sixth ring. Don't you think this is very suspicious?" Cesare looked up at the black-armored knight with a half-smile.

"Indeed, if Ye Zhi is the Chosen One of the Dark Night, many things would make sense, but..." Hastings changed the subject and said, "You and I both know that divinities can conflict with each other, and the Dark Night divinity is an extremely violent divinity. It is impossible for a mortal body to resolve the side effects brought about by the conflict between divinities!"

Cesare said calmly:

"There are exceptions to everything. Over the past thousands of years, many extraordinary people who were not afraid of conflicts between divinities have emerged on the continent of Midgard. Without exception, they have all become heroes in legends, messengers of the gods, and... enemies of God."

As he spoke, a cold light flashed in Cesare's eyes.

"Whether Yezhi Brondi is the Chosen One of Dark Night is very important. If we can prove that they are the same person, then the Duke of Honeysuckle will be the target we must eliminate!"

Hastings said: "Why not use prophecy or divination to deduce it?"

"You think I haven't tried?"

Cesare smiled coldly: "Whenever I pray to the heavens for a prophecy related to Yeats Bronte, I get no response. And when I divine his existence, his information is also shrouded in layers of fog, as if this human does not exist in this world at all!"

"The more this is the case, the more suspicious Yeats Bronte is." Cesare said in a dull voice, "Isn't it?"

Hastings asked, "Is he the only one like this, or are there other examples?"

"Yeats is not the only one who can escape the observation of fate. According to the secret book, all the emperors except King Solomon cannot be observed by fate because they have the [cause and effect] to become emperors. This cause and effect is enough to change the direction of fate." Cesare shrugged and said, "And the reason why King Solomon can be observed is thanks to the ring given to him by Gabriel - the gift of fate always comes with a price tag."

Hastings frowned: "Yeats Brown has the karma to become the emperor? How is this possible!"

Cesare shook his finger. "This is only a very small possibility. There are other possibilities. The exception is that the observed person is from the starry sky, or possesses a magical instrument that can avoid the observation of fate. These are the reasons why they are not controlled by fate."

"From the stars? You mean, those outsiders from other dimensions?" Hastings said.

"The World Tree holds up the nine worlds, and outside of the World Tree, there are other planes. The heavens knew this thousands of years ago, so there is no need to be surprised."

Cesare said: "As for the third situation I listed, such as the Stone of Destiny, one of the four secret treasures, and the Silver Oak Sword that killed the God of Light, they can all escape the surveillance of fate..."

"In the final analysis." Cesare took a deep breath and said coldly, "No matter why Yeats is not controlled by fate, we must pay more attention to him!"

Hastings thought for a while and said:

"You have overlooked one reason."

"What?"

"The Mages Guild." Hastings spoke word by word.

Cesare was slightly startled, then laughed in silence: "You are right. The secrets hidden in the Mages Guild have not yet been fully grasped by us..."

Slowly putting away his smile, Cesare stood up from the white jade bed, looked up at Hastings, and said:

"What needs attention is that I recently received a prophecy that a human wizard will become the first sanctuary in this world and will break the ban, ushering in a turbulent and brand new era for this world..."

"Can't you stop him?"

"Not only can we not stop him, we have to hope that he will become a sanctuary," Cesare said. "Only in this way can the boundary between the heavens and the material plane be further opened, and the saints can shed even brighter light."

"I don't care about that."

"So what are you looking for?"

"I just want to know... when... I can climb the Rainbow Bridge... and fight the gods..."

Hastings' voice was low, deeply suppressing his endless fighting spirit, and it echoed like the clang of metal.

Cesare was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "You are really a lunatic. No wonder you were chosen by the God of War..."

"Anyway, you have one more mission at the Knights' Conference, which is to contact Yeats Brondi."

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

Cesare said: "Take back the immortal sword [Durandel] from him. This is one of them."

"If it is confirmed that he is the Chosen One of Dark Night——"

The cardinal was tall and slender, with a gentle smile, but his tone was chilling.

"Kill without mercy."

The Kingdom of the Golden Lion.

Whitefish Harbor.

The three-masted sailing battleship was anchored on the sea. The apostle statue on the bow had been removed and replaced with a lifelike owl.

Yeats stood on the deck, feeling the sea breeze blowing towards him, gazing at the sea view in the distance and nodding with satisfaction.

"Your Excellency the Duke, you still need to come up with a name for this ship," said Richie.

Yeats thought of the Jackdaw in Assassin's Creed, which was omnipotent and could fly anywhere, and said:

"Let's call it the Winter Eagle."

The shipbuilding industry in Morningfrost Ridge was just in its infancy, but as a reward for the Protectorate War, Queen Theresa granted Yeats a tea business charter.

Tea is the national drink of the Kingdom of Golden Lion. Its annual profit is comparable to the annual revenue of a principality and is an order of magnitude higher than the income from whiskey.

By investing the profits from the tea business into the shipbuilding industry, Morning Frost Ridge will eventually have its own sailing fleet.

Yeats rubbed his chin.

Ten years later in the plot, the Kingdom of Golden Lion will compete with the Kingdom of Castile for maritime hegemony, and a naval battle of the century breaks out, which ends with the Golden Lion Fleet defeating the Invincible Fleet of the Kingdom of Castile.

According to the original plot, it was already the era of the Sanctuary War. Gray, Hildreth, Phoenix and other card pool characters had all grown into powerful Sanctuary warriors and played a vital role in the struggle of the Age of Navigation.

It is worth mentioning that the current monarch of Roland Kingdom, Louis, is a wise ruler who led Roland Kingdom to fight for territory with the Divine Court Empire and has the reputation of "Sun King".

Louis ascended the throne at the age of five, held sole power at the age of twenty, and achieved six rings at the age of twenty-three. He is a rare genius.

In the fields of art and fashion, Louis also demonstrated amazing insights. He not only vigorously promoted dance, opera and literature, but also invented a number of epoch-making products such as stockings and high heels.

"I should meet Louis on this trip to Roland Kingdom."

Ye Zhi thought to himself, "I don't know whether he will appear in women's or men's clothing..."

The duel tournament is about to begin. Before setting off, Ye Zhi has to disguise his identity and go to the Moonlight Sect again.

If one could obtain the qualification to be chosen by the Moonlight God, he could use the Moonlight divinity to suppress the rioting Dark Night divinity in his body, and it would not be easy for others to see through his true identity in a duel.

After all, the identity of the Dark Night God's Chosen one involves many people, so it still needs to be carefully hidden...

In the duel tournament, you can summon a magical pet.

Master Liuhuan already has the power to defeat an adult dragon, but if he wants to command a dragon to join the battle, he must obtain the approval of the dragon clan.

Ye Zhi plans to train the Snow Owl into an emperor-level monster before the duel tournament arrives, so that he can have a better chance of winning.

The next day.

The day Gray returned from Dragon Country.

Ye Zhi came to a peak in the Jueling Mountains with a wide view and greeted them in person.

The cold wind was howling, and amidst the vast flying snow, dull breaths like thunder were heard. The pressure from the dragon clan plunged the entire mountain range into deathly silence.

Ye Zhi looked up and saw an adult red dragon appear in the sea of ​​clouds, spreading its huge wings.

On the red dragon's back sat Gray, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

The brown-haired girl's ponytail swayed in the wind. Her eyes were searching and fixed on Ye Zhi. A look of surprise suddenly flashed across her face and she waved at Ye Zhi excitedly.

"Yeats!"

Along with Gray's voice, there was also a cold snort filled with anger.

"Gray asked me for the treasure, and it turns out she wanted to give it to you!"

"Hehe, Great Elder, don't be angry, I will bring you a better treasure next time..."

"How can I not be angry! Look at this weak——"

The Red Dragon suddenly fell silent and glanced at Ye Zhi who was standing on the mountain peak.

Six rings? That's fine.

The atmosphere became a little subtle, and Ye Zhi smiled and said, "Great Elder, I have prepared a gift for you, I hope you will accept it."

There are two royal magic crystals seized from the Duke of Lannister. One of them contains the element of fire and comes from the Flame Scale Dragon Lizard. The other contains arcane energy and comes from the ancient ruins of the Arcane Colossus. These two magic crystals are mounted on the magic cannon and can exert the power of different elements.

The magic crystal of the Arcane Colossus is more suitable for the Snow Owl. Ye Zhi took the other magic crystal of the Flame Scale Dragon Lizard and spread out his palm.

Immediately, the red dragon's eyes lit up, like a miser seeing jewels, and he said with a smile: "You... this is the first time we meet, and you're giving me a gift. Haha, you're quite a sensible child!"

Gray: (д;) Pay attention to your image, Great Elder! (End of this chapter)