Good day, long time no see.
In the last second, Wu Ci's memory was still lingering in Madam Anhun's open beast mouth, and in the next second, his soul fell into the ground.
He opened his eyes and found himself in a closed box.
This is a box with a soft inner wall. He is lying flat inside in an extremely comfortable and peaceful posture. There seem to be some flowers around him, emitting a faint fragrance.
Maybe it's a coffin, Wu Ci thought.
The sense of security and comfort in this narrow and enclosed space seemed better than his favorite cabinet. It just so happened that the evil spirit accumulated in his body had gone to the Land of Requiem because of his detonation, and it had been completely dispersed, and restored to the one that Tianzun had given him.
Although it was like a maggot attached to the bone that could not be driven away, fortunately the pain was subtle and intense, and not at all as severe as when the demonic energy and blood energy clashed. After a while, Wu Ci could adapt to the pain and ignore it.
Just kidding, at this point, if conditions permit, he wouldn't mind taking a nap in this comfortable coffin.
It was a pity that the coffin was sealed and there was not much oxygen. If he didn't go out, he would be suffocated to death in there. As soon as he came back, he sent his soul to Lady Anhun.
The body, which had not moved for a long time, felt a little heavy. Wu Ci did not struggle recklessly to consume the already limited oxygen in the coffin. Instead, he restrained his breathing, slowed down, and waited quietly.
The heart of his body began to beat again with his return, pumping blood to all parts of his body. The Heavenly Starve Sutra, which had been interrupted before his death, began to operate again, and used the [Blood and Flesh Infusion] to consume the stored blood and flesh vitality to replenish the blocked and damaged blood vessels, quickly restoring the ability to move.
Within two breaths, he was able to slightly bend his fingers, and then, in less than ten minutes, Wu Ci was able to completely control his body.
Wu Ci felt for the lid above the box and found that it was a sliding lid. As long as he removed the buckles on the outside, he could push it open.
Of course, if he wants to be convenient, he can just kick the box open and make a stunning appearance.
Wu Ci moved half his body to gather strength and was about to raise his legs when he suddenly heard a commotion coming from outside.
He quickly retracted his legs and lay down decently. He randomly found a physical method from the various unorthodox methods in the "Heavenly Scripture" and used his fingers as swords. He secretly opened a hole on the side of the box, near his head, for ventilation, and stopped moving.
The location of the hole was inconspicuous and not very big, just enough for a ray of light to come through. Wu Ci planned to continue pretending to be dead and quietly observe the current situation.
The noise became louder and louder, and then with a bang, the door of his room was kicked open.
"The Duke's coffin is here! Take it away and give it to Her Majesty the Queen!"
Through the limited vision of the small hole, Wu Ci saw several heavily armored knights rushing in, carrying the coffin he was in and running away. They put it directly on a carriage that had been hidden outside the wall, covered it with things, and dragged it away.
The wheels of the carriage were better than other wooden wheels. They were made of metal and were more solid. However, on the bumpy roads of the Middle Ages, Wu Ci was so bumpy that he almost wanted to kick open the box and climb out without caring about his dignity.
He repeatedly reminded himself to be polite and to go out at the right time.
After running for an unknown amount of time, the heavily armored knights, who had always been clumsy and made the coffin bang loudly, gently placed the coffin containing the witch's words flat on the carpeted floor.
"Your Highness, the Duke's coffin has been recovered!"
Wuci heard Inès' voice:
"Back off."
The dull sound of the knights' footsteps on the carpet faded away, and the room became quiet. With Wu Ci's limited vision and angle, he could only see a large area of empty and luxurious carpet, but he could hear a faint rustling sound.
He recognized it as the sound of a brush painting on canvas.
Inès is painting?
Wu Ci was a little confused because he didn't know that two years and three months had passed since his death.
This is very strange... According to what happened just now, his body should have been taken away by the temple after his death. Then how could Ines, who had no one to rely on after his death, be called "Your Highness" by a group of knights?
He clearly remembered that all the knights he raised were "eaten" and wiped out by Sir Silver when he was playing chess?
The current situation is even stranger.
Ines asked the cavalry to take his body back and put it aside, and then she just buried her head in painting? What was she painting so hard about? She didn't even check to see if his body was damaged?
While thinking, he heard another familiar voice.
"Ines, once you have recovered, find a safe place to hide Dextor. We must return the remaining cavalrymen of the nobles, or else the temple will come again."
The ranger took off his helmet, his slightly curly black hair was covered in sweat. He held the helmet with one hand and placed his palm on the frame of the witch's words with the other hand. "Ines? Are you listening?"
"Of course I'm listening."
Inès, who was sitting in front of the easel, put down the last stroke and stood up.
Her movements fully exposed the wet canvas.
——It was Dextal lying in the coffin.
He was covered with black cracks starting from his chin, and his face without facial features was stained with dirty blood. The collar of his usually proper clothes was also stained with blood. He was lying in a coffin surrounded by a bouquet of clean white flowers, with many hands of various shapes reaching out to him. They didn't seem to be offering condolences, but rather as if they were greedily demanding something from this corpse.
Ines threw away the paintbrush and sneered at the painting. "The Holy Temple lost once, and they were scared. That's why they didn't dare to take action even after Dextol died for so long. Until now, they finally want to ask Dextol for those powers... those mysterious black gases that can drive everyone crazy, and those methods that make the knights quickly surpass the puppet knights they trained."
After listening to her explanation, the ranger suddenly remembered that when he once climbed through the window to visit Dextal, Dextal was telling Ines a bedtime story.
It says that there is a saint who came down from heaven and walked among the people.
He was wearing a white robe, with wings spread out, and seeing the gloomy suffering, he descended to the poorest places where suffering was greatest, intending to save people.
People reached out to him with greedy desires.
The refugees grabbed his clean white robe with their dirty hands one after another, completely drowning the saint who opened his arms with a look of sorrow on his face and offered no resistance.
In the end, the saint was eaten. Only the gray-black fragments of his robes were left. The next day, before dawn, they were picked up by passing children and casually put on to keep out the cold.
The Ranger still remembered that after Dextal finished telling the story that day, he repeatedly warned his young goddaughter: "We are not saints, so never be kind to everyone, and never underestimate people's greed."
The Ranger knew why he was reminded of this story, and why he recalled this sentence. This is because:
——When he saw the painting for the first time, he was a little confused as to why the dirty blood on the Duke's face had not been cleaned at all, even though he didn't know that the owners of those hands were only seeking power from Dextal.
Although he knew there was a reason for the form of expression in painting... he was still confused.
But now it is clear that these people don't care about the Duke's current situation, or whether the Duke "passes away" with dignity. They only want power and violence. They are blind, hateful and pathetic. They cannot see the Duke's face.
Dextall was clearly protecting this world... Dextall had clearly saved them, yet they insisted on believing in ignorance and even sought Dextall's power to harm his daughter.
The ranger let out a long sigh.
To be fair, Inès's drawing is good, but not realistic enough.
He clearly remembered that when he found Dextal's body, he specially changed a clean and decent set of clothes for Dextal.
"He won't be happy with blood all over his clothes." Youxia shook his head at the painting.
"People from the temple are here," Ines interrupted him.
The Ranger noticed that Ines had a mechanical metal plate with exposed gears on her hand.
It was taken out of the metal box that the witches left for Dextal before they left. As for the box, it had long been destroyed when Dextal died.
This metal plate was redeemed by a nobleman at a large sum of money in the temple and given to Inès.
So, the movement of the temple was warned by that metal plate?
But there was no time to dwell on this now. The Ranger immediately planned to climb down from the window of the Queen's bedroom. "I'll go get the remaining cavalrymen!"
"It's useless, Isaac. They surrounded the palace under the pretext that I was controlling the emperor." Inès said, supporting her chin.
Seeing that she was not in a hurry, Youxia thought that she had a plan in mind. He thought for a moment and asked, "So you plan to ask the emperor to come out and let them go. Have you already coaxed the emperor to be obedient?"
"I see him getting irritated every day, so I coax him into eating some small things. That's why the emperor is bedridden and can't even speak. I approve all the decrees every day." Ines said nonchalantly, "Anyway, the temple will take Dextal away if they don't want to see the emperor. Once they take Dextal's body away, they can find a random reason to kill us.
Even if we burn Dextal now to save our lives, they can still find a reason to say that we are guilty. It is better for the two of us to die together with Dextal. The coffin I ordered is very large, and our family of three can squeeze in it. "
Having said that, she took out the hot water that she had prepared long ago and began to untie her long hair, intending to rinse it clean and then crawl into the coffin.
The Ranger was shocked by Ines' theory. "Can't we fight again? Is there any secret passage in the palace?"
"They're already blocking the way." Ines pointed at the metal plate in her hand, "It's a deadlock. Maybe you can pray for Dextal to wake up and kill them, but it's more likely that we'll attract the miracle of Lord Silver who wiped out all our cavalry regiments.
You know, those fools can't stand the idea of anyone other than their god talking about the power of resurrection of these dead."
There was a noise outside, and the ranger climbed onto the window balcony and found that the palace was indeed surrounded.
The knights below held lances and knight swords, and the fools followed with raised torches.
The puppet knights were understandable, but those fools, those fools that Dextal wanted to spread the truth and save, their excited faces were particularly fierce under the light of the fire.
Those who believed in Dextal's words and those who had heard Dextal's preaching had long been killed by the temple. The rest were just stupid animals that could be driven by random things.
They have no will of their own, and like the refugees in Dexter's story, they only want to reach out their dirty hands to grab the white robe and share the food of the miserable saint.
Once again, the Ranger felt his own uselessness.
He couldn't save himself or Ines, so Dextol shouldn't use the truth to save people like him. Instead, he needed to help someone who was as mature and reliable as Dextol, who could handle anything calmly and who could take over Dextol's ideas.
The ranger was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and opened the secret buckle of the coffin. "...Ines, try again. I will rush out with Dextal's body and try to open a gap. Their attention will definitely be on me. Then I will try to get you out."
He pushed open the slide, and before he could see clearly, a leather-gloved hand grabbed his wrist.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you two, but maybe I can make people respect others' freedom of speech."
A gentle and calm voice, and then a pair of pale eyes.
The hand gently touched his head, and then the young ranger received a hug.
——"Don't feel depressed because of your powerlessness. You are just a child."
Ines, who was only a few steps away, heard the familiar voice and raised her head in surprise. Then, she found Dextorwin holding the ranger with one hand and smiling with a melancholy look in his eyes, and he stretched out his other hand to her.
"Good day, my Lord... Of course, it's been a long time since we last met, Inès."
Dextal chuckled. "Although such remarks are inevitably a bit abrupt and rude, do you need a hug, Miss Ines?"
I will try my best to end Solomon's second week with a realistic plot in the next chapter.
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