Proof of the Sun King

"That day, you went to visit the Imperial Royal Zoo, and the hotel waiter came in to clean up." The two women stood in the ice cellar, looking at the corpse, with some caution in Olika's amber eyes: "At the time, I felt , this waiter is a little abnormal, so be careful."

"Not normal? What's not normal?" Suria looked down and checked the frozen corpse. This was a normal hotel waiter. He didn't have any scars on his body, and he was neatly dressed, just a temporary face. There is extreme fear.

"His shoes." The dark elf pointed to the shoes of the hotel waiter: "As a waiter, he doesn't and can't wear a pair of white leather shoes, which is rare for waiters."

Surya looked down and saw that the hotel waiter was indeed wearing white leather shoes, and the female knight narrowed her eyes: "Olica, you found a blind spot."

Generally speaking, people in this industry will not wear white shoes. These shoes are not resistant to dirt and can easily get dust and stains. Just like in Lane's castle, all the maids wear black. The difference is only that Orika wears high heels, and the original Emilia and Sylvia prefer to wear small leather shoes.

If it is a less formal place, forget it, but this is the Imperial Royal Hotel, the most formal place.

"After I found out that the situation was wrong, I immediately followed him out." The dark elf stood there and said seriously: "I followed him to the Von Slack family's mansion and found that he really came with a purpose."

"Purpose, why?" Surya checked the corpse herself, but couldn't find anything, and the female knight gradually understood: "He's just a scout? Wait, Von Slack's extermination. Did you do the tragedy?!"

"Yeah." The dark elf didn't feel any guilt about this, her tone was like killing a few chickens: "I did it."

"How can you do this?" Surya frowned instinctively, and the female knight was displeased with what the dark elves did.

"Or do you want Devonhill in trouble? That's the easiest and most effective way, ma'am, and I've found so much more than that." Olika was still unstressed, or she didn't care at all: " If you want to listen, you can listen, and if you don't, you can leave immediately."

Orika's figure was reflected in Surya's sea-blue beautiful pupils. The female knight held her hand on the hilt of the Sword of Leonasser, and she closed her eyes: "Go on."

"I came here with this Slaanesh believer and learned of their plan." The dark elf told the Duchess what he knew.

After following the Slaanesh believers to Von Slaanesh's mansion, Olika overheard the plans of the Slaanesh believers, the largest Slaanesh sect hidden in the Empire, the Society of Musicians. A secret plan carefully planned over several years.

This plan has been prepared for a long time.

The Musicians, conspired to use a fake child to replace Ryan and Emilia's son, Frederick Jr.!

"After eavesdropping on the news, this group of Slaanesh believers wanted to cast a spell. They used the little Frederick's hair they found on the carpet to release some kind of secret spell, but I stopped it." The dark elf played with one of the As for the butterfly daggers, this pair of daggers was made by dwarf craftsman Deron Fienson, specially designed for the dark elves, with "swift runes" and "harvest runes", the former can make Olika's movements change. Faster, the latter allows Orika to recover a small amount of stamina by draining the enemy's dissipated life force through runes when she completes a kill in melee combat.

"Stopped by you? Does this mean that the plan has been terminated?" Surya was still puzzled by the current situation, and the female knight asked: "You killed them all, does this affect their plan? Otherwise you Why do you have to do it?"

"It doesn't matter." The dark elf shook her head indifferently, and the butterfly dagger in her hand really flew in the air like a butterfly: "According to my search for souls, there are more than a dozen in the wealthy area of ​​Brunswick. Such a noble family base of Slaanesh believers is lurking here, and it has spread to the whole city. The Musicians Association has hundreds of hidden stakes, and these hidden stakes are not connected with each other, only the relationship between superiors and subordinates, they act extremely cautiously , just destroying a stronghold will not affect their plans at all."

"After I eliminated this group of people, I controlled a dead man to move in place for a few hours, and then I got rid of the suspicion." The dark elf concluded: "I feel it is necessary to let you know."

"In that case, why did you inform me and not Ryan or Emilia?" After learning the news, Sulia's face became more serious: "You should tell the three of us!"

"The master's goal is really too big." The dark elf shook his head calmly: "His every move will attract the attention of countless people. If he is known, he will definitely be discovered and exposed by the Musicians Association, then we may I'll never be able to catch this Slaanesh cult, so I've decided not to notify the master for now."

"Then why didn't you notify Emilia?" Surya asked.

The dark elf didn't answer, she just stared at Suria silently without saying a word.

The female knight's face suddenly changed, she thought of a possibility, an extremely terrifying possibility, she actually had a faint feeling, but she never dared to say it.

"You... you are testing me! Dark Elf!" Surya immediately pulled out the sword of Leonassai, and the flaming blade pointed directly at Olika's face, a rare anger on Surya's face Burning: "You think I'm that kind of person?!"

"I have never judged you, Mrs. Surya." The dark elf smiled, and she smiled sweetly and strangely: "My responsibility is only to tell you everything, and then let you choose, how you choose and I have nothing to do, and I won't recommend any treatment advice to you, but I think I can understand that, Mrs. Surya, you don't understand our Duluzi at all. Besides, his existence is very important to you and the master. Am I wrong to say that it is always an invisible possible threat?"

"Olica!" Surya finally shouted angrily, and the female knight shouted: "Don't force me! I don't want to embarrass Ryan!"

"I repeat, I didn't force you." The dark elf shook his head: "I just let you choose, I repeat, how you choose has nothing to do with me."

After speaking, Orika raised her head, and the dark elf's amber eyes reflected Surya's shadow: "You love the master in your way, and I also have mine, and you didn't let me Embarrassing conditions, the set of equipment on your body may be invincible to others, but not to me, you know very well, I have a similar spirit mark on my body, all carved by the master himself, I I will let you choose, just because you are a lady."

After the female knight heard the words, Suria finally showed a hint of helplessness on her delicate face, she put down her sword: "I'm not that kind of person, Olika, don't take your set on the dark elves' side. Move over to our side, and I'll repeat, I'm not that kind of person, you know, what that means to Emilia."

"I understand." Orika nodded, and she put away her weapon: "This is your choice, so let's join hands, just today, while the banquet is held in the palace, the Musicians Association has Several people are preparing for a rally here, and the massacre of the Von Slack family has aroused the alarm of these people."

"Very good, so what's your plan?" Sulia glanced at the corpse on the ground again.

"My plan is to do it again." Olika smiled.

Thirty minutes later, a team of guards and several carriages came from afar, along the road that had been cleared of snow in the wealthy area, and came to the gate of the noble manor. A guard took out a huge copper key, Open the gate of the manor.

The sound of the turning of the wheels broke the silence in the night, and a nobleman in a nobleman's uniform with a suitcase in his hand stepped down from the carriage with the help of the guards.

"Your Excellency Lack, welcome." Another noble said to him: "Everyone is here."

"I see." The nobleman was a well-known baron in the imperial capital, Werner von Lack, a well-known painter and statesman, wearing a bearskin imported by Kislev The coat, the waistcoat was covered with snow, and he had a short stubby head, and his hair was already a little gray.

He walked quickly into the manor, and the guards immediately began to guard, standing in a circle around the entire manor.

Along the stairs, Werner walked quickly to the second floor, he opened the door of the room on the second floor, and then glanced unnaturally at the oil painting mounted on the wall.

The oil painting is of a grand ball. Many men and women are dancing at the ball. The scene is extremely luxurious and crazy, but as long as you look closely, you will find that although everyone at the ball is singing and dancing, their faces are full of expressions. Some kind of fear and unease, in the mirror of the ball, there are some indescribable figures who are having fun with these men and women, some with masks, some without, a strange atmosphere surrounds this oil painting.

Werner frowned, he muttered a few words in his mouth, then walked to the back of his desk, sat down on the soft chair, lit the oil lamp, and put the suitcase on the table: "Where are they? You? Don't you say they're here?"

"My lord, they are still arguing about what to do." A nobleman who was obviously lower in status walked in from outside, bowed his head and saluted, and then continued: "Some people think we are exposed, some people don't, we Temporarily halted the plan to avoid the limelight.”

"Is there any news from Nur?" Werner frowned, he opened the suitcase, and there was a thick stack of documents in the suitcase, covered with the imperial double-headed eagle mark, and also with rice Get the unique white wolf logo.

"No." The visitor shook his head: "Ms. Gentle doesn't have any orders."

"Very well, you go out, let me be alone." Baron Werner gestured for the people to go out: "Let them get ready soon!"

"Yes!" The visitor bowed and saluted, then left the room.

Baron Werner took out the document and read it carefully, while thinking about it in his heart.

The gathering place of Slaanesh is very difficult for ordinary people to find, because from the outside, this place is just an ordinary shop, hotel or aristocratic manor. After thousands of years of lurking, these Slaanesh believers have learned how to stay away from those The surveillance of witchers and battle priests has also learned how to corrupt those great nobles and priests inadvertently. Entertainment is the spiritual need of all mortals, and the Pleasure Association knows how to use this. It is only a matter of thought to embark on the road to worship Slaanesh, and even today, some Slaanesh believers do not know what they worship, and do not know that they are already Chaos believers.

But the slaughter of the von Slack family has already made Werner, who was lurking in Brunswick, feeling the danger. He is ready. Once tonight is over, he will leave immediately tomorrow, return to Nur, and return to the Pleasure Association. 's base camp.

The dim candlelight flickered in the dark room, and Werner looked at the document in his hand.

The document, which was sent from Middenheim, appeared to be innocuous on the surface, and appeared to be a munitions report.

But when Werner smeared a pink-purple potion on the document, a dark purple handprint appeared on the document.

The Hand of Wuzi, the largest Tzeentch sect in the Empire, is cooperating with the Musicians Association.

They have already created several "boys" exactly like Little Frederick using the devious young master given by Tzeentch. As long as they can find an opportunity to replace the real little Frederick, even Ryan and others will not be able to do so in a short time. Problems will be found.

This is the will of Tzeentch and Slaanesh. In the face of this issue, the Heretic God has reached an agreement. In order to deal with Ryan and destroy him, the two sects intend to temporarily abandon their differences and reach a consensus.

This is the "Masquerade Project".

Werner frowned. If he had a choice, he really didn't want to cooperate with the Tzeentch sect, but the events of the Von Slack family made him realize that the Pleasure Association alone might not be able to complete the task.

After reading the document for a while, Werner lit the candle and felt a little pain in his eyes. At this time, there was a slight sound of heavy objects falling to the ground from downstairs.

The baron shuddered, thinking why those people hadn't come yet: "Anyone? Gal? Are you there?"

"..." In the quiet winter night ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ only the sound of the wind remained.

"Gail?" Werner's face changed slightly, he stood up cautiously, immediately shredded the document and set it on fire, blew out the candle, and then walked towards the door of the room step by step.

The deep, dark corridor was full of depth and fantasy. The baron's leather shoes pressed against the floor of the floor, making a dull creaking sound. He leaned against the wall and tiptoed to the stairs.

Four fingers grabbed the escalator, and Werner cautiously poked his head from the second-floor stairway toward the first floor: "?"

The scene in front of him made his heart tighten, the blood flow in his body accelerated, and his head almost exploded.

The dozen or so guards on the first floor and several Slaanesh believers have all fallen into a pool of blood, and all of them have been killed in one blow. The only difference is that some guards were stabbed in the throat, and some guards were chopped into several pieces or Die through the heart.

"Hmm! Oh! Wow!" Baron shed tears, he covered his mouth hard, and wanted to make a noise, lying on the ground on the spot, with his hands on the ground with his hands and feet. Crawling and rushing back to his room, in a panic, Werner hurriedly locked the door of the room, then picked up his suitcase, took out a short fire gun, turned on the safety, and hid on the table In front, he gripped the handle of the gun shiveringly, as if it would give him a little sense of security.

"Who?! Who?"

A black shadow appeared from behind Werner and descended from the ceiling. Before Werner had time to react, a purple light flashed across the room, and amidst the screams, the short-fired gun fell to the ground: "Clap ~”

A purple butterfly dagger stuck to the Baron's throat from behind, and then there was a sweet but indifferent and murderous voice.

"Good evening, Your Excellency."

"Can you trouble your soul and lend me a look?"