"The City of Waiting", the Royal Palace.

Chief Jon quietly walked into Sao'er's room.

Her Royal Highness the princess was tired of playing today, holding the "lettuce girl" and sleeping soundly. Looking at the pink side face, looking at the long eyelashes that moved slightly, looking at the little nose and mouth, Director Jont smiled rarely. He leaned over and tugged at the corner of the quilt for the princess. "Lettuce girl" glanced at him and ignored him.

I think back then, I also covered the quilt for His Royal Highness the eldest prince and His Royal Highness the second prince. Both of them have grown up, but they are not much older...... It will never get old again.

Chief Jont sighed, not knowing what he was feeling. He suddenly thought of the deceased old majesty, and his mood couldn't help but be a little depressed. After gathering his mood, he went into his room and got ready for work.

Many people think that the butler is just a ceremonial advisor or a high-ranking servant, but they are very wrong. The official title of a butler should be – Chief Servant. The small army of servants had a clear division of labor, each with his own area of responsibility, and the steward led the servants, assigning work, supervision, and acceptance to each of them. He knows even the least common etiquette, knows the nuances of two wines of the same origin (even if they are only one year apart), knows the delicacies of the world, and makes every piece of luxury a fitting fit. Shopping, family finance, laundry, entertaining guests, preparing dinners, repairing the house, gardening, connecting with outside businesses, etc., all need to be arranged by a housekeeper. He even knows the rules of the game of the nobles better than his master, and rigidly requires his words and deeds according to traditional etiquette, so the best servant has no life of his own, and everything is based on the house and the master.

And the royal steward is different from ordinary butlers, he takes care of the master of a country, not only needs to be meticulous in the details of life, but also never betrays. Suffice it to say: if a king can't even be trusted by his royal governor, then it's better to give away the country as soon as possible, and no one can trust him anyway.

Governor Jont was the Governor of Saramonro VII and a friend of Sala Monro VII, and the two grew up together and became close. Despite this relationship, the governor never bothered with government affairs, but only took care of the royal family conscientiously, and only waited for the crown prince to be crowned before handing over the position to the young man. However, the sky is unpredictable, and the "doomsday confrontation" comes, and Jont is martyred in the underground palace with His Majesty. Then, the Steward is resurrected as a necromantic creature and pledges allegiance to the Tyrant of the Bones, June Sunshine, who has been approved by His Majesty.

The Steward never felt that being a necromantic creature was a shameful and shameful thing. Even if you can't live in the sun, even if you can't enjoy it, even if you are scolded, does that damage the reputation of the royal family? No, it won't. The nobility of the Necromantic King is innate, and it is in no way inferior to any human king. It is an honor to be able to serve His Majesty June Sunshine and act on behalf of His Majesty June Sunshine. He has a characteristic of this person, he will not go around looking for people to say how happy and glorious he is, he will only show it with his actions. In his opinion, it was enough to stand behind the royals and hold their heads high. He even thanked the goddess of fate for giving him an incorruptible body that did not need to rest, which allowed him to work with all his heart. He must not fall into a long sleep until his successor appears.

Because His Majesty could not preside over the overall affairs of the palace all the time (His Majesty was an adventurer), the Governor made an exception and showed his amazing management skills. In addition to his duties, he is also responsible for maintaining contact with Clavisol and Oskol, and acting as the mouthpiece of His Majesty. This room was a secret room that only he could enter, and the table was filled with documents and information to be presented to His Majesty. There is a bookcase against the wall, and there is a secret room behind the bookcase. In the corner of the room, there is a small teleportation magic array, which can only transmit small dead objects, which is the communication channel of the blood elves, and the style is also very blood elve-burning money, and each teleportation costs magic gems worth one hundred to five hundred gold coins.

When Director Jon entered the door, he found a letter on the teleportation array. The letter was stamped with the fire mark of the Central Intelligence Agency, and three feathers of the Silent Raven were glued, which was obviously urgent. He leaned over to pick up the envelope, tore it open, and raised his eyebrows. He put away the letter properly, walked out of the room, and went to find Brian. His steps were not at all disordered, and he was still personable, but if anyone who had noticed his usual behavior was present, he had walked in a hurry.

Brian was reading a history book in the library, and was a little surprised to see the Governor, after all, the Governor rarely looked for him at this time, and usually all he needed was to send a message to the Raven. He got up, pulled out his chair, and greeted the steward, and though he didn't ask anything, his attentive expression expressed his doubt.

No sooner had the steward pulled out the letter than a silent raven flew up and landed on Brian's shoulder, whispering to him. Hearing the news, Brian's eyes trembled violently. He immediately said to the main pipeline: "I just got the news from Oskol—"

"Me too." Chief Jont's tone was dry, showing his old age: "It should be the same news." ”

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The night was dark.

Saramonro, a seaport city, shipyard.

It should have been a busy place, but it was deserted. The floor, walls, and ceiling were charred black, clearly smoky. Even though all the windows were open and the sea breeze whined in, the smell of burnt did not linger, and as soon as the wind passed, it came up. Several torches burned sullenly, and the torches were held by knights and men in black with slightly clumsy backs, all of whom had gloomy faces.

An hour ago, there was a fire here.

The shipyard fire is not very unexpected, but the problem is that this shipyard is one of the five factories that handle the business of the Knights of the Iron Hoof, and there is a vigil of the Knights of the Trial, and there are even Bigbowauer's spies who are secretly haunting. Whether it was military force or intelligence work, the shipyard was foolproof, but there was still a fire.

Before the fire was extinguished, the arsonist was caught, but at the same time he immediately bit into the poison sac and died on the spot. The personnel file arrived five minutes later, and upon investigation, it was revealed that this person was a native of Saramonroe, who left with the ship during the "doomsday confrontation" and returned to participate in the infrastructure after the "lost five years", with a clean resume.

The head of the intelligence department came to the corpse, crouched down, put his finger into the deceased's mouth and stirred it a few times, then pulled out his finger and sniffed it carefully, not disgusting at all. He casually wiped his fingers on the deceased's clothes and said, "It's the poison of Astant, 'Haze'." Someone blames Astant. ”

In addition to being highly toxic, this highly toxic has a characteristic, that is, it will not lose its toxicity when exposed to the air, and it will not be blown away by the wind, which gives it the name "haze". It is usually smeared on arrows and kills when it sees blood. Because half of the ingredients used to prepare the "Haze" are only produced in the territory of Astante, this is considered a poison unique to Astant. Of course, if you just want to make a small dose of "Haze", you don't have to buy the materials at Astant, you just need to go to the auction house to see if there are any adventurers to supply.

"Skin color, size, face shape...... Sala Monroes. After touching the corpse a few times, the head of the intelligence department suddenly smiled, but because he was wrapped in a black cloth, his subordinates only saw his chin move slightly.

No matter what task His Majesty assigns, he will do his best to do it, without personal feelings, whether it is the torture of a child under the age of seven, or the assassination of an unarmed ordinary old man, he does not care. The same was true for taking care of the Knights of the Iron Hoof this time, but because of this arsonist, he had a little more unspeakable emotions. He must admit that even a person like him with a high degree of self-control has occupational diseases, and once he meets a powerful peer, he can't help but have to compete to see which is higher and which is lower.

There are only a few people on the continent who can hide from him, and the only one who can move the people of Salamonro is the betrayal of Oskol, the old enemy who is really not dead.

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Snow City.

The city never sleeps.

Because of the dead clouds, there is no sunlight in the Dusk Empire all year round, so Snow City is brightly lit everywhere, and it should be called the Golden City. In the gold nest, people wearing "necromancer masks" are drunk and dreaming of death, indulging in lust, and they are obviously human but want to pretend to be ghosts. There weren't many people on the streets, mostly prostitutes standing on the street to solicit customers, drunks who had been kicked out, and one or two go-out gamblers holding their broken wrists and howling in pain. The smell of perfume, wine, filth, sweat, and gold coins flowed over the city, reflecting lust and greed, a mixture uglier and dirtier than a dead cloud. Beneath the glossy exterior is the rotten interior, and behind the prosperity is the desolation that no one can complain about, is this a city of necromantic creatures or a city of humans?

At the edge of the city, Albatross Harbor, the lights are scarce, and there is no smell of smoke. There is only the dark sea, only the gray waves, only the cold wind and the sound of the waves, and the snow-white city center is simply two worlds. When someone comes to the port from the hustle and bustle of the city, he will definitely feel empty in his heart, but it doesn't matter, the sea breeze and the expansive scenery will fill his heart. The sea is very dark, the sky is very dark, and there is an endless darkness in front of you, only there are some shining gaps at the end of the darkness, you will think that it is starlight, but you are not sure, you can only stare at them, otherwise the whole mind will be swallowed up by the darkness, and the soul will fall into loneliness. After people feel their insignificance in the dark, most of them will miss the city that never sleeps, after all, the light will make people feel at ease.

At the docks, people are silently busy, their blue eyes burning. They were loading batches of military supplies onto the ship, which was a bleak red ship, apparently a ghost ship made of blood and bones. The person in charge was Waltpole Cullen, who was idle in the laboratory, and simply volunteered to come to the beach to blow the cold wind.

At this moment, a "Fermat airship" slowly fell, and it was Brian. As soon as the airship landed, he couldn't wait to push the door out, raised his hand and shouted, "Wait, don't send the boat!" ”

"Why?" Walterpole shrugged: "This is something for the front, if the ship is slow, maybe the battle will be over." ”

"Leave the supplies behind. Call all the backbones, and we'll have a meeting. In order to reassure the people, Brian did not tell the animal trainer that he had just received a secret message from Oskol: the Knights of Iron Hoof had brought two thousand men and wanted to attack the Sea of Bones by boat.