Pea was a very lively little girl.
Moreover, she had mastered a skill that allowed her to eat and drink while blabbering non-stop. This skill should be attributed to her strange magical device called 'Neural Thorns'.
The banquet continued, but Asalena did not have much interest in the "diplomatic developments" on Sir Gorosh's side. With her eloquence and affinity honed during her travels, she had become friends with the little girl called "Pea" in a very short time. They hid in an inconspicuous corner, tasting the delicacies of Cecil, while Pea — Pea's mouth was full, but she did not stop talking.
"… My dad is usually very busy. He finally had a long holiday last winter, but he spent half of his time wandering around outside. If he wasn't looking for someone to drink with, he was going to watch a football match. I told him many times, but he wouldn't listen. Do you know about football matches? His Majesty invented it. I'm not interested, but the boys like it very much. Mom? I was adopted by my father, and I can't remember what my mother looks like. "
"Now? Not now. My father has never married, but he always said that he had a lot of intimate relationships with women when he was young. I suspect that he was bragging because I haven't seen any of them. Huh? Don't you think so? Why? "
Pea was talking excitedly, but then she suddenly had a little doubt. "Oh, by the way, sister, why are you so interested in my father?"
Asalena finally found a chance to speak. She smiled and said, "I know your father, little girl."
Pea's mouth was full of cake. Her eyes were wide open, and there was a strange sound coming from the speaker.
"I knew him twenty years ago, when he was still a mercenary leader," Asalena said with a smile. She found the little girl named Pea very interesting, and even her shocked expression was so interesting. "Little girl, your father was not bragging. At least when he was young, he always had a lot of women around him."
Pea tried to swallow the food in her mouth, and a suspicious voice came from the speaker. "Really?"
"Of course." Asalena took a glass of water and handed it to Pea. "You can ask him yourself later."
Pea blinked her eyes. Her expression was both surprised and weird. After a long while, she finally organized a meaningful sentence, "… Then I shouldn't call you sister, auntie."
Asalena's hand that was about to hand over the glass of water instantly stiffened.
At this moment, she was 100% sure that this little girl named Pea was indeed brought up by Byron.
…
Sir Golos and Emperor Gwen Cecil had a friendly conversation, but they didn't talk too much.
As a banquet for the first contact, this was not the place to talk about national affairs. Two people from two different social environments, even different races, needed some time to slowly adapt to each other's rhythm. They casually talked about the local customs of their respective countries, and about the future of peace. After that, Gwen temporarily left, leaving Sir Golos, as well as the advisors and attendants he brought.
A few minutes later, Sir Golos finally found the Dragon Mark Witch wandering in the hall. He walked quickly to her and said, "Lady Asalena, I was looking for you just now. Where have you been? Lady Asalena? You don't look very well. "
Hearing Sir Golos' voice, Asalena finally woke up from her slightly absent-minded state. She quickly shook her head, then tapped her temple with a finger and muttered, "I'm fine, I'm fine. Ah, Sir Golos, what did you talk about with His Majesty Gwen?"
"Just some small talk and introductions to our countries," Golos said casually. "His Majesty Gwen is a straightforward and knowledgeable person. It was pleasant to talk with him. Lady Asalena, are you sure you're okay? You look like you've eaten a whole pot of rotten pickled peas. "
"… Sir Golos."
Sir Golos was startled by Asalena's gloomy expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Your three-century-old witticisms are really not interesting at all!"
“？”
...
Gwen left the banquet hall of the Autumn Palace with only a few attendants and came to a small courtyard at the back of the Autumn Palace.
A magic car had been waiting here for a long time.
Gwen came to the car, and the nearby air suddenly trembled and twisted. Amber's figure gradually emerged from it and lightly jumped to Gwen's side.
"I thought you'd accompany those guests from the Holy Dragon Dukedom the entire time," Hu Po opened the car door and looked up at Gawain. "That's the mysterious dragon descendant we're talking about."
"The Giant Dragon is more mysterious than them. I've dealt with it many times." Gwen bent down and got into the car. He looked at Amber who got in behind him and said casually, "Heti and Rebecca will take my place to host the second half of the banquet. The presence of two direct members of the royal family is enough to meet the etiquette. As for me, I have to do something more meaningful than talking diplomatic language at the banquet."
"I agree with your last sentence. Let's go." Amber raised her eyebrows and said with a smile. She greeted the mechanic driving in front and then looked back at Gwen. "Another group of 'guests' has been waiting in the North Shore Development Zone. They seem a little uneasy, but they're quite orderly."
"... Uneasy?" Gwen frowned. "I didn't lock them up."
"Yes, not only did you not lock them up, but you also sent priests and nuns to take care of them." Amber rolled her eyes. "You might as well send the army directly."
Gwen's eyes could not help but twitch.
"It can't be helped." He sighed. "They're a group of experts in the field of mind. Although they have expressed their allegiance, before the observation test is completely over, I dare not let the regular personnel come in contact with them. Compared with ordinary soldiers, the White Knight and the armed nuns have a strong will and have received special willpower training. They're also protected by high-intensity holy light at all times. They have a very high mental resistance. Letting them guard the scene is the safest way I can think of. "
Amber nodded helplessly. "Well, that's true."
In the North Shore Development Zone, in a gathering hall that was not open to the public, Yuri and a large number of priests of the Eternal Rest who had changed their clothes were resting in the hall.
Among them were the priests who had crossed the border on the last train, and also the church members who had successfully crossed the border in two batches. The latter had stayed in the White Sand Hills for two days until the last batch of people led by Yuri arrived. Everyone then took the magical train to Cecil City today.
The gathering hall had a newly installed ventilation system, and the management of the facility had provided sufficient water and food. For a group of "cultists" who had come to a foreign country for the first time and whose identities could not be exposed, this was a good treatment. However, Yuri's compatriots still felt a little uneasy.
Because there was a group of fully armed holy light warriors guarding all the entrances and exits of the gathering hall, and the "image" of the holy light warriors... was a little intimidating.
Half of them were nearly two meters tall, and this amazing height may be due to their equally amazing silver-white armor to some extent. These fully armed men held huge warhammers, and metal prayer books were tied with iron chains around their waists. They claimed to be the holy light priests of Cecil. In Yuri's view, the only connection between these people and the "priests" was that there were indeed many sacred runes on their bodies. The runes were stamped on their helmets with steel seals, or hung on their armor with wax and scripture cloth bands. Rather than saying that it was a sacred symbol, it was more like the "glory scars" that the Knight left on his armor after killing the enemy.
And the other half of these people, thank goodness, at least looked a little more amiable.
If these ladies were not holding spears of unknown power in their hands (or maybe staffs or long-handled warhammers? Or something else that could crack open people's skulls?), If they were not equipped with cold mechanical gauntlets, it would be even better.
Archbishop Samuel, who had arrived at White Sand Hills one day earlier than Yuri and arrived at the gathering hall on the same day as everyone else, sat on a bench in the hall. He could not help but whisper to Yuri, who was beside him, "I kind of miss the 'miners' dormitory 'in White Sand Hills... At least the armed security guards of the mining company there looked much friendlier."
"I don't understand why His Majesty, the Emperor, arranged these holy light priests to watch over us," Yuri said in a low voice with a faint worry on his face. "Is it true that he has completely controlled and transformed the Church of Holy Light in Cecil and turned them into his own 'loyal armed forces'?"
"It seems so. He will never stand with the God of Holy Light," Samuel said in a low voice. "And I think —"
A series of heavy footsteps suddenly came from the side and stopped Samuel's words abruptly. A two-meter-tall, fully-armed white Knight came to the middle of the eternal sleepers and stood in front of the bench. A muffled voice came from under the rune-engraved helmet. "You don't look well. Do you need the touch of the holy light or the prayer of tranquility?"
As he spoke, the towering warrior weighed the warhammer in his hand and placed the heavy killing weapon horizontally on his hand. He then began to turn a switch on the handle.
Samuel's face suddenly changed. "No, we don't need it!"
He very much suspected that the 'touch of the holy light' mentioned by the warrior was released by swinging the warhammer.
In fact, as an archbishop-level Priest of the Eternal Rest, his power was not necessarily weaker than these white knights who called themselves "priests". However, the style of these iron giants was really strange. The surging power of the holy light on their bodies was really powerful. More importantly, this place was under the nose of the "extraterritorial wanderers", and every "guard" here was sent by the extraterritorial wanderers. With all these factors added together, Semler and Yuri could not help but feel nervous.
"Understood," the burly white Knight said in a muffled voice. He did not insist. "If you need anything, just let me know."
The towering warrior finally left.
Yuri and Samuel could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. Then they looked at each other and smiled bitterly. Yuri whispered softly, "This place … is much weirder than I thought."
At this time, Venti, who had been silent all this time, suddenly broke the silence. "Actually, I think it's okay. I mean those armed nuns. Don't you think their equipment is very beautiful?"
Yuri looked at Venti with a strange expression. "Madam Venti … Are you serious?"
Fortunately, this strange topic and the strange atmosphere in the assembly hall was finally broken in the next second.
"His Majesty Gwen Cecil has arrived!"
The attendant's loud announcement was like the sound of nature at this moment, and it lifted Yuri and Samuel's spirits at the same time.
The eternal sleepers in the hall raised their heads and looked in the direction of the door. They saw that the door was opened. The white knights and armed nuns guarding the door respectfully retreated to both sides and lined up neatly to welcome the arrival. A figure that was even more burly than the white knights appeared there. His back was facing the sun as he walked into the hall as if he had descended.
A wanderer from the outer realm.
In reality, he was alive and could breathe.
At the same time, a strange feeling welled up in the priests of the eternal sleepers. It was as if a mythical existence suddenly stood in front of them, but appeared in a mortal and harmless manner. These priests who were used to weaving dreams and had just experienced a great upheaval were a little dazed at this moment. Suddenly, Gwen's voice rang and dragged them back to reality.
"Welcome to Cecil, future citizens of the Empire. I hope most of you will be able to obtain this identity in the future."
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