Chapter 103: Give Up
On 27 December, a flotilla engraved with the eagle, the Salamonroe coat of arms, came from the south and crossed the equatorial belt to Lal Hareen. The rebuilding of the Kingdom of Salamonro has officially begun, and the Grand Prince of Salamonro is about to ascend the throne as the eighth king. Although only the king of a country can be regarded as the king of a country if he has a national weapon, the foreign ministries of various countries did not say a word about the fact that His Royal Highness the eldest prince could not take over the scepter and crown, and only cared about the warm congratulations.
However, after setting foot on land, the prince did not immediately choose a location for the capital or assign power, but personally came to the "Broken Ring" and came to the "City of Waiting" by boat, with only five followers. His Royal Highness the Second Prince, who had been stranded in White Snow City and enjoyed the blood elf style in the Pinjin Cave, received the news and had to rush to meet his brother.
"Well, why did you get into trouble with others? His Majesty June Sunshine may be a necromantic creature, but he is also a king, and you must be in awe and not blasphemous in your words. You must know that the reason why he tolerated your behavior was all because of his father's cultivation of him. In the council hall, the eldest prince sighed deeply, and seemed to be not interested in speaking at all, but he had to speak.
"Hmph, hmph." The second prince rested on the table with his feet crossed, ignoring his brother.
The two princes complement each other, and although their facial contours are similar, their personal styles are completely different. The elder brother's face is clean and graceful, but his eyes can't help but soften a little, which makes him lack domineering. The younger brother has a beard, and he looks even more old-fashioned, with presumptuous eyes and rude manners, which are too wild. One is like water, the other is like fire.
Seeing his younger brother's attitude of no one in his eyes, the eldest prince was slightly angry and wanted to admonish his younger brother, but then the chief manager of Jon came in. The eldest prince hurriedly stood up and greeted him: "Good day, Uncle Jont." β
"Good day. You have grown up, Your Highness. Jont pressed the corners of his mouth, stifling a smile.
The eldest prince didn't care about the other party's blue and cold skin, grabbed the other party's hands, and said emotionally: "No, no matter when, you are my Uncle Jonte." β
Originally, this scene was very warm and affectionate, but the second prince ripped the atmosphere to a pulp with one sentence: "Ahem, why are you here?" Can't the sunshine see us in June? β
"Your Highness," Jont turned to him, "I just received news that Your Majesty has left the Blackstone Valley. β
"What?!" The second prince raised his hand and habitually wanted to slap the table, but found that his feet were still resting on the table, so he had to put down his feet first and then slap the table. I don't know if it's to show or cover up, this time he slapped it very loudly: "You guys left me here for more than half an hour, and then you can pass it with a random excuse?" From my point of view, he must have been hiding and deliberately making things difficult for us! Is this the hospitality of the despicable! β
Chief Jont was neither humble nor arrogant: "We have no intention of doing so, Your Highness. His Majesty June Sunshine is an adventurer, and as everyone knows, adventurers are the most sitting. Although the old minister also persuaded him many times, His Majesty just likes to wander around and does not take his duties to heart at all. β
The eldest prince took the first step to stop his younger brother, lest he say something unintelligible, and then smiled awkwardly: "Since this is the case, then we will leave first, and we will talk about it when His Majesty Sunshine is free in June." Was it because his brother had offended him? I will write another letter asking for his forgiveness for our two brothers. Maybe next time, he would like to see us. β
Chief Jon just smiled, but his eyes showed a hint of concern imperceptibly. Sure enough, when the second prince heard this, the fire was indeed gone, but the anger was accumulated in his teeth and brows, obviously holding a grudge against the June sunshine.
"That's right." The eldest prince asked as he walked, "Uncle Jonte, has Nave also been resurrected like you?" β
"Yes."
"Why wouldn't I want to see her?" The eldest prince was a little gloomy: "In five years, has she forgotten me?" She doesn't understand, I don't mind if she's a necromantic creature or not, I just want to see her stubborn face again......"
"Necromantic creatures will never forget everything, Your Highness. Maybe you don't mind, but she's currently the Necromancy Judge of the Dusk Empire, and it doesn't mean much to see it or not. The previous marriage contract will be nullified, and it's time for you to start choosing a concubine. Jon said.
The eldest prince was silent for a while, and his voice was low: "It's me who lost my temper." Perhaps, it would be better to forget about each other. β
"Cut, what's good about that kind of woman, give it to me and I don't want it." The second prince tugged at the placket of his coat to make the neckline more structured, and deliberately quickened his pace and walked in front of the two. The two looked at each other, only a wry smile.
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On December 27, Qingyi felt very depressed and irritable, because the homepage of Little Bee Express was hacked again. When the identical smiling face picture was showing off in front of him, Qingyi really wanted to give the monitor [Black Blade Gyro] a little bit.
"Hell, he thinks we're bullies!" Todd was surprisingly angry, walking around the office with a red face and a thick neck, and the other colleagues subconsciously flashed to the side. He yelled at Qingyi who pushed the door out again: "What are you going to do?!" β
"A breath of fresh air." Qingyi dropped a tired sentence and closed the door.
The winter air is so cold that people can't help but breathe less, so as not to breathe in the cold. However, Qingyi needed this coldness to keep him sane. In this season even beggars and prostitutes do not stand in the wind, but he stands motionless, attracting the attention of passers-by. He didn't care what others thought, his mind was full of what the professional had just said to him: "I can only give three suggestions, one is to ask a large network security company to make a special firewall and information system for you, the second is to call the police, and the third is to admit defeat to the other party." β
The only option is to throw in the towel......
That's right, against the bald eagle and the army of living beings, even if there is a 1% chance of victory, Qingyi will try, because there is no real death in the virtual world, and defeat is a big deal to make a comeback. But in reality, even if 1% may lead to death, Qingyi is reluctant to act rashly, because it is not only about him alone, but also about the personal safety of employees and their families. Therefore, he can neither ignore the other party's intimidation, build a firewall, nor call the police. He didn't have a choice.
Li Mo talked to him on the phone last night and asked him to close the website.
He wanted to scream, but in the end, the roar could only echo in his heart. Cars and pedestrians kept moving through the street, and none of them would want to listen to him go crazy. When his hands were frozen and bloody, he returned to his office and told the professionals β "Delete the web page and sell the domain name for me." Although the homepage has only been established for less than half a month, everyone is a little unhappy, and the depressing atmosphere does not end until the end of work.
After returning home, Qingyi subconsciously looked at the floor and found no threatening letters. He closed the door weakly, ate a bowl of instant noodles, and went online. The scene in front of him gradually became clear.
Now he is in the city of Osgiria. The city is relatively intact, so the Salamonroes only need to repair the walls and floor tiles when they rebuild. The residents were assigned their own houses and then divided up to clean up. The inactive funeral mold turns into ordinary dust, which is swept away, sent into the sewers, and accumulated at the bottom of the crushed silver lake. Although the weather was cold, the people were enthusiastic enough to warm up the city, and a few young men even wore short sleeves to carry bricks. Of course, it's not all the Saramonroes who have worked the land, other countries have also issued missions for adventurers to come and help.
And Qingyi's purpose is to mingle with the adventurers and enter Astant. He kept a face like a living person, and tried not to be noticed. He followed the code carved into the wall or wooden board to the office of the Twilight Church, a tailor's shop.
"I want the fastest means of transportation." He said.
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Blackstone Valley, "City of Contradictions", Headquarters.
Sloppy Uncle Scowl sat in the smoke and bit his pipe fiercely. He shook his thighs and said with a gloomy expression: "What is crazy about the idiot emperor, has he really become an idiot?" This is the entire Ash Wilderness, bigger than our Blackstone Valley, he doesn't feel sorry for me! The necromantic beast that he had once used as a means of transportation squatted aside, and because he hadn't fought for a long time, his flabby cheeks drooped down, which looked extremely ridiculous.
Nave sat by the wall, her long left leg resting on her equally long right leg, her lower body showing her curves. She tilted her head slightly, and her hands snapped at the whip one by one, and her eyes drifted to which roof tile. Frankie, on the other hand, was torn apart by a corpse, leaving the floor covered in blood.
Seeing that no one was accommodating, Scowl rolled his eyes and asked Franji, "Big dog, what do you think?" β
"What the master did naturally makes sense, and I never question it." Frankie clicked, and the hard skull part was gnawed, and the brain was squeezed out like custard. It swallowed the contents of its mouth in a few bites, and patiently stretched out its tongue and licked the floor, absorbing all the nutrients.
"I knew you would say that." Scowl said disdainfully. He looked at Nave and asked, "Little girl, the emperor of Saramonro called you outside the city just now, why don't you go?" Listening to his tone, you still seem to be his fiancΓ©e? β
Nave, who seemed to be distracted, turned her face and said coldly, "That's all in the past." β
"Huh?" Skoll smiled: "It looks like there is still a contradiction between the two of them, let's hear it?" β
"I won't forgive him, ever." Nave clenched her fists.
Frankie stopped eating, her whole body bulging out of her bones, and her attention was completely focused on the female knight. Skoll patted the restless necromantic beast and motioned for it to calm down.
The sound of Neve's iron gloves twisting and crumbling came out, but her voice remained calm: "It is because of him that my life has left a regret that I will never forget." β