Chapter 58 Chapter 58 “And he’s very handsome. …
"Lady Cecilia sent you to assist me, not because you hold a lesser position in her heart than I do, or because you're her second choice. Quite the contrary. It's because she values and trusts you enough that she's letting you collaborate with me and the three-headed dog on her behalf."
"Cooperate... on her behalf?" Martha's eyes froze and she repeated it in a low voice.
"Yes, cooperation." Lin Miao stood up and took a few steps forward under her confused and vigilant gaze.
"To Lady Cecilia, I am a partner and an ally; but to her, you are one of her own, someone she can trust and rely on."
"These are simply different emotions; there's nothing to 'compare' to."
Martha's eyelashes fluttered.
Seeing her fall silent, Lin Miao gently tapped her bound wrists with his fingertips. "Determined never to return to Hell, you've spent twenty years as a maid in the human palace, gathering all sorts of secret intelligence... Cecilia chose to entrust this mission to you, and only to you. This speaks volumes about how much you hold in the heart of the Lord of the Palace of Music—"
“Irreplaceable.”
The demon girl bit her lower lip nervously, as if she was having a fierce inner struggle;
An Wei's voice transmission sounded at this time, his tone cold: "Miao Miao, there is no need to say more to her. If she doesn't cooperate, I can directly turn her into a puppet..."
"Lord An Wei!" Lin Miao interrupted him without even turning his head. The demon immediately quieted down, but the aura around him became even darker and gloomier.
Locked in by the high-level demon's pressure, Martha's face paled, a mocking smile playing on the corner of her mouth: "Miss Miaomiao hasn't spoken yet, why is the three-headed dog so anxious?"
"Could it be that you can't help but identify with the person you are in?"
...I'm looking for a tutorial on the harshness of the Legong faction.
Sensing An Wei's increasingly terrifying aura, Lin Miao had no choice but to offer him a reassuring glance before dropping a powerful bait: "Martha, as long as you can do your best to help us uncover the palace's secrets, your mission will be accomplished, and Lord An Wei will send you back to hell."
"Then you can go see Lady Cecilia in person and ask her what you want to know."
"...I, can I go back to hell...?" The girl opened her pink eyes wide, her face full of disbelief.
She was sent to the human world as a result of the forbidden technique, and Martha had almost no hope of returning to hell and being with her master again.
...those "status", those "whether she was the most trusted", those "unfair" treatments that made her feel, compared with actually returning to Cecilia, all seemed to become insignificant; like dust blown away by the wind, they could no longer occupy her mind.
"I promise." Lin Miao said.
"Okay." Martha blurted out the moment she finished speaking, her expression becoming firm. "Miss Miaomiao, if you have any questions, I will tell you everything."
Lin Miao nodded in satisfaction and asked An Wei to retract his magic power. "First question, where do the royal families usually hide their shameful treasures?"
"Treasure trove." Martha moved her wrist and quickly regained her professionalism as an intelligence officer after suppressing her jealousy.
She said without hesitation, "Not only are there numerous guards patrolling the area, but there's also a powerful spiritual barrier. I once overheard the head maid gossiping about the royal family's treasures, passed down through the generations."
Sure enough, Cecilia wouldn't mention the treasure vault for no reason. "Do you know the entrance to the treasure vault?"
Martha hesitated for a few seconds. "I don't know the exact entrance, but the two places with the strongest spiritual energy in the entire palace are the King's Chamber and the Sacrificial Spire. Given the royal family's nature, I'm guessing it's the former."
It seemed reasonable to build it below the king's chambers. Lin Miao continued to ask, "How much do you know about sacrificial spires?"
"The one in heaven personally requested the tower be built." The girl's pretty face puffed up, a look of confusion on her face. "Construction began in the first year of the current king's reign. The royal family diligently offers sacrifices to the tower, and sometimes people from the Light Association come to offer sacrifices as well."
"Come to think of it, I actually witnessed the tower's creation firsthand... it's a perfectly normal Tower of Light. If there's anything odd about it, it's the aura there that always gives me a strange feeling, right?"
"Disharmony?" Lin Miao frowned.
"Yes, demons have a strong aversion to light, but the aura inside the spire... while making me nauseous, occasionally draws me closer." Martha wrinkled her nose, trying to think of a description. "Like... like the smell of chocolate mixed with shit."
What a vivid metaphor! Lin Miao's mouth twitched. The demon behind him pointed out the problem: "It's demonic aura."
"Right!" Martha's eyes lit up. "Why didn't I think of that... It's that feeling of a large amount of spiritual energy mixed with a hint of demonic energy!"
Demonic breath... I'm afraid it's the remaining soul of a monster.
Lin Miao pressed his eyebrows.
The gods themselves requested that the sacrificial tower house creatures of Hell...So they chose the Royal Palace instead of the Light Association because they were afraid that the spiritual power there would be too strong, preventing the monsters from growing?
"Tell me about the current King." Lin Miao asked, "When you saw him 20 years ago, was he the same as he is now?"
With that youthful and firm face, how could she be in her fifties or sixties...?
"The king used a facial illusion technique," Martha said. "This is no secret among the upper class. The president of the Illuminati Association did it for him personally."
"Do you sense the spiritual energy on that face?" Lin Miao turned and asked An Wei.
An Wei shook his head. "No. But the essence of the illusion technique is to put on a 'mask'. It doesn't change the appearance of the person, so the spiritual energy required is very small. The demon's magic power is suppressed in the human world, so it's normal that it can't be sensed."
"If Miaomiao needs me to examine him further, I'll have to perform the surgery at close range."
“…” There is always a kind of mystery that not only has not been solved, but also accumulates more and more beauty.
"Have you checked the shelves of historical books in the palace library?" Lin Miao asked hopelessly, "Anything about the wars of a hundred years ago... or the memoirs of past kings and queens?"
"He's checked it all." An Wei suddenly interrupted. Although he was extremely angry and venom continued to accumulate in his eyes, he was more reluctant to give all the credit to Cecia's subordinates than to his "brother" who was his brother after all.
"There's almost no historical material left from the war a hundred years ago. Only brief mentions of the victory of the Divine Court and the liberation of the human world are made, with even the plague and demonic invasions glossed over. The memoirs of the three subsequent kings only extol their own achievements and praise the light, seemingly deliberately omitting anything related to Hell."
"Oh?" This question did not come from Lin Miao. Martha looked at him quietly, revealing the same wicked smile as her master Cecilia.
"But I discovered more than that, huh?"
An Wei: “…”
Lin Miao seemed to see the pink fox's subtle provocation again. She smiled and said, "What else did Martha find?"
The pink-eyed girl smiled slyly, and a yellowed paper volume appeared in her palm. "I found an interesting passage in the second king's diary after the war. This is a copy made using magic."
Lin Miao took it and quickly found the page that Martha had marked. She listened to her words: "While the king was touring the town, he met a devout and powerful believer of light. The believer prayed for him and gave him a suggestion—"
"Build a spire of light at the palace."
“…”
As she spoke, Lin Miao's eyes also fell on the line of words.
"Of course, that king didn't want the power of the Divine Right to expand into the palace, so he didn't accept the advice of his followers. It wasn't until the current king's coronation ceremony that the divine oracle was delivered, and the royal family was forced to give in."
Lin Miao's mood was heavy. Her previous assumption had been based on the belief that the God was still asleep, but now the clues she had obtained seemed to point to the possibility that He had already awakened.
"Leave this booklet to me for now?" she asked Martha, and after receiving the latter's affirmative answer, she put the paper booklet into the space ring.
She changed the subject: "Are there any things that the royal family's heirs need to pay attention to?"
Martha twisted her hair with her fingers and gave a simple assessment: "The eldest prince is cunning and lacks the ability to hide his evil deeds; the eighth prince is still young and can't be of much use. If Miss Miaomiao wants to form an alliance, she can choose the fourth prince."
"The Fourth Prince's mother died when he was eight. His rise to the top of the heir list was entirely due to his own abilities," the girl pouted. "I remember he was only fifteen at the time. He secretly went to the western city-state with his trusted aides to resolve the flood problem..."
Western city-state? Lin Miao's heart moved.
Isn’t Evelyn’s home in the western city-state?
"Although this person is ambitious, he doesn't seem like a traitor."
Martha concluded, facing the demonic male's cold and vicious gaze, which looked like he was about to kill his own kind in the next second, and deliberately added, "And he's very handsome."
...The last sentence is the key point! ! This is what it means to have a strong general under his command. This is also the same school as Cecia in terms of face control.
"Where are the second prince and the three princesses?"
"The three princesses were all traditional noble ladies, prudent, self-respecting, gentle and respectful. They were married off to the king's ministers' sons a long time ago as a means of winning them over," Martha replied. "I haven't paid much attention."
A gentle and noble lady? ...That's hard to say.
Lin Miao's face was covered in sweat.
That's what was written on Thetis Capet's profile back then, but what happened? She was defrauded and suffered greatly.
"As for the second prince... I heard the palace maids discussing him. They said he was born weak and sickly, and he almost never left the palace. No one except the king, queen, and personal attendants was allowed to enter."
"Have you ever been there?"
"No," Martha said. "For his safety, the king ordered the mages of the Light Association to set up a light barrier that can identify my identity. I can't sneak in."
"After the second prince died, what happened to his personal attendants?" Lin Miao spoke faster.
"They were all buried with him." Martha shrugged. "The king ordered it."
"To be honest, considering the Second Prince's poor health, it's not surprising that he died," the girl recalled. "The Queen, on the other hand, was a healthy and full of life woman."
"I'm a little surprised that she would go with the Second Prince."
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