The Law of the Silent Gentleman

"Of course, Your Majesty, if you ask me, this alien temple is not good enough for Her Majesty Amandina. Your Majesty has a lot to do every day, so let me take care of your Majesty." There was a hint of flattery in his tone, "We ice Fenggang has the most skilled craftsmen in the world, and it is determined to transform this place into a unparalleled and beautiful mausoleum. In addition, the master of art Pollan is a guest at my court. I intend to let him paint murals in the mausoleum, praising Her Excellency Amandina and —” He emphasized these words, “—Your Majesty’s outstanding achievements, so that the stories of the two of you can be passed down through the ages.”

He looked at the statue arrogantly, "As for these two blasphemous pagan idols, it's fine to tear them down! But I have done some research on stone materials, and the white statue is made of high-quality white jade marble from the Western Region. It would be a pity to throw it away. I can It is also our custom to let the craftsmen divide it into two, make one half into a coffin and the other half into a statue of Her Majesty Amandine. What do you think, Your Majesty?"

"Very good. I will leave it to you at this time."

The male nobleman bowed deeply: "Your Majesty's satisfaction is my highest honor."

What happened next seemed to have been sped up, and many, many people went to work in the temple with incredible speed. Amandina's body was removed, and artisans rushed in to remove the black statue, cut off the white statue, destroy the pagan decoration in the temple, and change it to patterns that conform to the customs of the time. Scaffolding was set up on the walls on both sides of the hall, and colorful murals appeared on the walls. After the scaffolding was dismantled, the temple finally turned into the mausoleum that Giuliano and the others had seen on the island. The statue and coffin of Amandina replaced the statue of the god. There are only five murals, namely "Seven Warriors", "First Battle", "Siege of Ravina City", "Day Dies Forever" and "The Crowning of the Dragon King". Then, a line of words was written below: "Meet us on the other shore". Judging from the name, presumably that location should have drawn the picture of Darion the Great reuniting with Amandina in the other world after Yulong Bintian (naturally came from the artist's imagination and fiction), but now Darion is still alive, so Can't draw on.

The world in the temple returns to normal speed. Darion enters the hall again. At this time, he was a few years older than last time. He stood in front of the white sarcophagus, gazing at the statue of Amandine. Suddenly, he laughed self-deprecatingly, and suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist, holding it in both hands. The brilliance of the blade is flowing, it is the legendary emperor's sword "Poetry of Frost"!

"Amandina, do you know that she gave me back the sword?"

He shook his head, as if marveling at his own stupidity, "Do you remember when we first met? On that snowy night, in that small hotel where people were freezing to death. At that time, I only thought she was a girl who went out alone Weak woman who travels, how can she ever think that she is actually the white dragon **** Reshtani! Letia, Reshtani, Letia, Reshtani... Alas, I should have thought of it earlier! But, who would have guessed where?"

He looked at the sword in his hand: "I made this sword with my own hands. I gave it to Laetia because I saw her alone and was afraid that she would be bullied. She named it 'Feiolga', which means 'Frost Snow's Psalm', said to commemorate our meeting. But now, she returned it to me, saying that our friendship is over. Ha! Back then she swore that what she said would help me ascend to the highest position, Now? She actually instigated my subordinates to overthrow me!"

Darion paced up and down the temple anxiously. "I finally learned the meaning of 'Rashthani', which means 'writer of legends' in their language. She told me that she was born with a unique mission—to record great legends, if Lacking a legend, she made one herself. She assisted Omaran for this purpose, and it was for this purpose that she helped me! I was a **** on her chessboard from beginning to end, a cluster of notes in her poems, A string of words in her history book! When I wanted to break free from her domination, she immediately abandoned me and turned to another puppet who fit her needs—our mutual friend Heatherell! She was ready to mold him into an ideal 'Legendary Heroes'!"

Dalyan suddenly became angry, raised his long sword, and slashed at Laetia-Reshtani on the mural. "Heatheril was my most loyal partner, but he betrayed me because of that woman's sweet words! He has assembled an army and is ready to challenge me! Ha! If he wins, the murals in this mausoleum will be changed , Let Heatherell be the protagonist! History should be rewritten! I can even imagine the words and sentences in the history books: "The real emperor Heatherell, with noble blood and extraordinary strength, defeated the tyrant Darley who usurped the throne Ann, finally bring the empire to orthodoxy'. That's what they're about to write!"

He slashed at Reshtani frantically, pouring all his anger on the mural. Hearing the movement, a bearded man scrambled into the temple, knelt down on his knees, and hugged Darion's thigh. "Your Majesty, please calm down! Please calm down! If you want to chop me up, chop me up! Don't chop up my beloved works!"

Darien immediately calmed down. He broke away from the man and sighed. "Sorry, Master Bolan, I lost my composure. You are right, this is just a mural, even if it is chopped into pieces, it can't hurt the enemy half a bit, it will only waste energy in vain. I shouldn't take my anger on it. "

The man breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Your Majesty is wise, it's our luck..."

Darien stared at the mural coldly, "There is no need to paint 'Meeting on the Other Side' for the last one. Rishthani hates me, so he will not take me to the other side of the world, and there will be no touching tears Reunion."

"Eh? Then what should we do, Your Majesty? What should we draw in the last position?"

"Just draw the final battle between me and Heatheril! Remember, draw the power of our two sides clearly. If he wins, the painting will be called 'The Fall of Darion'. If I win it's—"

He put the sword back into its sheath, "—let's name it 'Hetheril's End'!"

The scene in the temple began to speed up again. On the last mural, the words "meeting on the other shore" were erased and replaced with "The End of Hetherell", and the magnificent scene of the heroic decisive battle was fixed on the wall. Antoine stared at the last mural and said in a daze, "So this is the real history? It's not at all the same as the poetry stories I've heard."

"It's not the same as it's written in the history books," Giuliano said darkly.

"It is said in the poem that the 'Poetry of Frost' was cast by the Dragon God Reshtani, and later given to Arrian the Great. It turned out to be the opposite, it was given to Reshtani by Darion. And Reshtani also betrayed Darion, join Heatherell's side. No wonder the dragon **** on the mural is over the rebel camp."

Not long after, Darion reappeared in the temple. This time his appearance surprised everyone.

The emperor is old. His originally thick brown hair was covered with white silk, and there were ravines and horizontal wrinkles on his clean face. His stalwart body that once stood tall in front of thousands of horses and horses is now thin and bent, and his strong arms that once held swords are now like dead wood. of tree roots. His usual sword was replaced by a walking stick. He once trudged through the wind and snow with another person on his back, and now dragging his trembling body through a not-so-long aisle seemed to kill him. The emperor is old. He is no longer young. No matter how great a hero is, he cannot escape death, no matter how noble an emperor is, he cannot escape time.

A small attendant followed the emperor step by step. Whenever the emperor stopped to rest, he tried to help, but was pushed aside by the emperor with a cane. Finally, the emperor saw that he couldn't be free, so he ordered: "Go and open the coffin."

"Open it?" the little attendant called out, "but there's death in there..." He realized his disrespect and immediately shut up.

"It's okay, open it quickly."

The emperor coughed, and there was a hollow sound in his lungs, like wind passing through an empty cave. How dare the little attendant delay, do it immediately. The lid of the sarcophagus was not nailed, and he pushed it away easily. He let out a scream and jumped aside as if he had seen a ghost. Pretty much the same as hell, actually. What lay in the coffin was not a white bone, but a beautiful woman. She has passed away for dozens of winters and summers, but her description has not changed at all, as if some powerful and mysterious force has prevented the erosion of nature and kept her in her original appearance.

Darien waved his hand to make the little attendant back down. The little attendant ran to the gate of the temple and looked in through the crack of the door, waiting for the emperor's call at any time.

Darien was on crutches, and seemed unable to stand otherwise. Many years ago, a high-spirited young man parted ways with a beautiful witch here. Many years later, the witch is still beautiful, but the young man grows old with the passage of time. Darian was filled with emotions for a moment, but what he blurted out was a series of coughs. He clutched his chest and waited painfully for the episode to pass. After his breathing returned to normal, he said, "I'm here to see you again. Are you afraid you won't recognize me? It's okay. It is said that people will have the appearance of their prime after death. Become a ghost, and you'll recognize me when I'm dead."

He waited for a while, and suddenly there was a look of fear in his eyes: "I have been living in fear these years. Rishthani has long since left, and no one has heard of her. But I am still afraid. I I often think that I won the battle with Heatheril, but was that also the result of Rishthani's manipulation? Did she deliberately lose to me? Because it would be more able to accomplish my great cause."

He looked up to the sky and sighed: "Do you know how scared I am? Ever since I knew that my achievements were the result of her secret promotion, I can no longer sit comfortably on the throne. I begged her to stop interfering with mortals life, let it be, no more 'chosen' heroes, no more 'made' legends. But she refused. She is Rishthani - the recorder of legends, never I may give up my mission because of a human request. All I can do is forbid people to mention her again, delete her taboo name from all documents, and even these exquisite murals cannot leave her figure. I hope People just forget about her and don't be seduced by her anymore."

The emperor suddenly burst into tears: "Recently, I have often had nightmares, dreaming that I was controlled by her when I was alive, and my soul would be controlled by her after death - even death cannot let me escape from her grasp! What should I do? , Amandina? How nice it would be if you were still by my side! Grado, Kessler, Olmeda... even Heatherell! How nice it would be for you to be by my side! I go away, leaving me alone surrounded by loneliness and fear! The people call me 'savior', but who will save me? What should I do!"

He coughed violently and was out of breath. Seeing this, the little attendant rushed into the temple, helped the emperor, and then shouted: "Come on! Come on! Tell the imperial doctor! Your Majesty is ill again!"

Immediately, a group of guards broke in and carried the weak emperor onto a stretcher. The group left the temple in a panic, even forgetting to restore Amandina's coffin lid to its original position.