Chapter 42 Bachelor

The horse stepped on the slope, and a blood-red sunset hung above the castle, dyeing the castle made of red bricks into a terrible color as if it were soaked in blood. Two bronze-cast eagle-body banshee stood on both sides of a palace door, with a woman's upper body, but her breasts were bare and she grinned at the visitor, showing disgusting malice.

The castle guards did not squint and allowed them to cross the palace wall.

Inside the short and fat red wall is an empty square with a black stone pillar erected, which looks like iron and non-gold, which is particularly eye-catching. The alchemist stared at it and tried to see the words on it. That's a stake." Miss Bachelor whispered beside him.

"I thought it was engraved with the code." Leo said, "It's like an ancient dynastic empire."

"Strong power is an axiom, and there is no other way out."

The law can only restrain the people and cannot punish the nobles. Li Ou thought that he almost forgot that Miss Bachelor was one of them. It's disturbing here." He looked at the brick-red sky above his head and the ground under his feet, and then looked at the approaching pillar again. There seemed to be burnt skin and meat on the stake, emitting a roasted stench.

There was a haze in front of them, and the castle cast a large dark shadow on them. It was like a monster, hidden in the darkness that could not be looked at, and they were about to enter each other's open blood basin. Li Ou prayed that they could still retreat without leaving a skeleton. The woman looked at them in the dark.

Nanta rode with a knight. Under the gaze of the soldier's spear, the knight clamped his thighs and drove the horse to the alchemist. Mr. Leo." Nianta whispered timidly.

"What's wrong?"

"They said, "She buried her head and her hair hung down to cover her cheeks. From her face, the alchemist can't see the appearance of a night witch now. She has recovered. He thought to himself. Miss Rosie told me, Duke Patton--"

"Prince." Leo reminded her, "We'd better change our name to Prince."

Nianta obediently changed her words. "--The prince seems to want to marry me." She raised her head, and her poor little eyes were full of fear and panic. What should I do? He wants to marry me, but, but I don't want to marry him.

Her eyes are full of begging and pity. The knight riding together couldn't help talking for her, "Mr. Leo, Miss Nianta should not be insulted like this." He said, "We have to help her."

It's light. Leo took a deep breath and looked into the girl's eyes. The girl has suffered too much, and he really doesn't want the other party to experience painful hardships again. No, Nianta, I promise, no one will do that. He has to pass me first." But he can't even believe his own words.

However, Nianta trusted him, "Well, I'll follow you." She smiled sweetly and bent her eyes into a crescent moon.

The alchemist felt that he had failed the other party and deceived her. He sighed, smiled bitterly, and suddenly couldn't say anything. Maybe she will be disappointed in the end. If she still remembers what happened before, she will regret why she didn't bite him to death at that time.

Passing through the square, there is only one road for five horses to walk in parallel among the two tall stone statues, and snakes circled to the top of the mountain. A team of guards patrolled back and forth, casting contemptuous eyes on them.

"Liou, look at their chests." Rosie whispered.

Alchemists have already noticed that their chests are embroidered with a burning black sun. That belongs to both the black dawn and the gods of the monks, and even more to Clegg. We came here from the other side of the sea. There were waves in Li Ou's heart, and powerless weakness surged up. That bastard is also with him. I've had enough, Rosie.

"I've had enough of these stupid barbarians." She said angrily, "There are also stupid women with water in their minds."

The female swordsman turned from the beginning and avoided Leo's sight. She was silent, like a dull puppet. Only his hands held the scabbard tightly, and his fingers turned white because of the effort.

"Rosie--

"Did I say it wrong?" The female mage snorted coldly, "Even if you are distressed, you can't change the truth."

He stopped talking. Reason told the alchemist not to provoke her at this time.

While there was still a short way from the castle, the long hook knives raised by the two guards crossed together to block their way. Gentlemen, please disil. They said.

"Open your eyes and take a good look. I'm Viscount Arnoldko!" The great viscount rode on the horse and shouted angrily, waved the whip in his hand, and pulled it out fiercely without saying a word.

"Sorry, please get off the horse." A guard repeated again.

"I refuse." The whip beat the air and made a muffled sound.

"This is the request of Miss God." Another guard said, "Viscount, this will be regarded as a disrespectful god."

Arnoldko opened his mouth wide but couldn't speak. His face changed, and he was embarrassed for the last time, and he stashed his horse in a shy curse. What are you still doing?" He shouted at his soldiers, "Get out of here!"

The clown, the alchemist thought, is a ridiculous clown.

Through the guard, there is a long stone step ahead, and the pyramid-like castle is located on the top of the hill, at the end of the stairs. The sea roared and sobbed under the castle and rolled up the waves. The sea breeze slightly dispelled the heat, but the whole body seemed to be covered with salt stains, making the alchemists anxious.

Only half of the steps were found, and several figures had come out of the open door of the golden tower that was not like a castle. Several of them wore leather armor, wore cloaks and a long sword around their waist: they were soldiers, maybe guards. The alchemist thought, he secretly gestured to remind his hand to be vigilant. Among the soldiers, there was a middle-aged man in a gray robe with a heavy copper necklace in dark purple and a tattoo on his face.

They greeted him straight up. Viscount Arnoldko, your task has been completed," said a soldier dragging a golden one-eyed cloak to him, "Please go back. Now His Royal Highness is receiving his guests."

"However, I have something important to report to His Royal Highness."

"No matter how important it is, please come back another day." The other party repeated rudely. Please go back." His hand pointed behind them with an unquestionable smell of command.

Anodko's fingers opened and closed, grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist, and finally lost the battle under the other party's forced attention. He lowered his arm in vain. "I...okay..." He lowered his shoulders and retreated like a wild dog that had failed to fight for territory.

"The dog in the way is out of here," the soldier said to the man wearing a bronze necklace. "Now you can do what you want to do." The soldier glanced at the alchemist, and the contempt in his eyes was obvious. But I think you will be disappointed."

What are you disappointed about? Leo can't see any expectations from the other party. Are they white devils?" The man pulled the heavy copper necklace around his neck with one thumb, which seemed to make him breathless. They are different from others. I can see it." The man's eyes swept over them like a dark star shining in the sky. So, please calm down."

"I hope so." The soldier hummed, then bowed, took a step back, and lowered his hand touching the scabbard, as if giving up the supporting role of the stage, and stood quietly.

"Hors, guests from afar." The man took a step forward.

The words from his mouth surprised them. Gain's dark opponent did not speak the language of the Valia, but the franca from the other side of the sea. His pronunciation is so standard that Leo can't hear any other tone.

"Who are you?"

"A bachelor." Miss Bachelor came forward. She put her hands on her chest, made a greeting gesture, and then bowed flatly, "Hello, distinguished bachelor."

"Hello, you." The other party looked surprised, "I didn't expect... I didn't expect to see you here. If I had known, I would have told His Royal Highness to make the welcome more grand and grand. The other party said in a panic, looking around, his eyes wandered, and did not dare to look directly at Miss Bachelor. Most of the time, he just stared at his feet. The alchemist felt that the other party was more favored. Now... this is too simple."

"Don't care." Miss Bachelor shook her head gently, "For travelers on a long journey, delicious meals and soft beds are a better welcome than a grand ceremony."

"Yes, yes." The bachelor nodded hurriedly as if he was being taught, as if he were flattering.

"What is he doing?" Rosie asked in a low voice in the alchemist's ear, "It's like a rice-pecking hen."

"He wears a copper necklace and is a bachelor."

"So what?"

"Evela, too." Leo explained, "Her status seems to be higher."

The female mage curled her lips and said, "I really didn't see it."

"I didn't expect it either." The alchemist spread out his hands. She seldom makes decisions and only gives occasional suggestions, but also gives him great help. When he made wrong decisions one by one, Leo couldn't help thinking, what kind of choice would she make if she were a bachelor? Keep making mistakes, move forward, and make mistakes again. So many traitors are around, and even the relationship with the closest people is so rigid. She should do better than herself. But she didn't say anything.

The castle stretches out a spider-leg-like bracket, which is simply the nest of monsters. A period of shadows of different lengths cast down, blocking the sight and covering up the frightening malice.

They walked through a cloister. The bachelor said, "May I have the honor to know your name?"

"Falfalcon'." This is the first time that Leo has heard Miss Bachelor talk about her code name. Does the "falcon" mean that she has a pair of insightful eyes? Hunting falcon's black thorns. What about you?"

Miss Black Thorn, please call me Leila. I'm 'Black Cloud' Leila.

"Are you assisting Prince Patton?" The alchemist interrupted and asked.

"Yes, I came back here after graduating from Desperate Fort. This is my hometown, and then Prince Patton gave me a job. It is to give him advice. Business, politics, and religion. I am responsible for most of the affairs of the castle. It sounds like Leila is proud of this and doesn't hide it. Leo guessed that it was because Yvela was here.

Liou nodded, and now is not the time to explore the news. He glanced at Miss Bachelor, and the other party responded to him with a clear expression.

"You are deeply trusted." He said.

"I just tried my best." Leila said, "The desperate fort has taught me a lot. The most important thing is that only loyalty can be rewarded. I just abide by the principles of bachelor's degree. Miss Evela works for you?

"We are friends." The alchemist explained briefly.

"It doesn't look like it." Bachelor Lera shook her head, braided into several small braids, and swayed her hair in pearls and gems. You are more like the dominant party.

He has two keen eyes. Men should be women's shields. Leo said, "This can reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble."

"Are you talking about me?" Bachelor Leila smiled and said, "I have a wife." He looked at them jokingly, "Well, we have a lot of opportunities to chat, alchemists. Now His Royal Highness is waiting for you in the hall.

The palace made of red bricks is red everywhere, as if it were reflecting fire. The fiery columns, the dark red statues, the bright red walls, and the purple floor tiles were like walking on the blood-cast stones. The alchemist felt bloody around him, and the extremely uneasy and ready-moving monsters were waiting for the opportunity to move in the dark corner.

Two blood-red hell three-headed dogs guard the gate, and solid chains embedded in the stone wall. They are lifelike, as if they are about to rush at them. Two soldiers standing in front of the bloody mouth stopped the way first.

"Miss Black Thorn, let your attendants go to rest for the time being." Bachelor Leila suggested, "His Royal Highness can't receive everyone." He proposed euphemistically. I think he just wants to see Miss Nianta.

Leo shrugged his shoulders and asked the knights and crows to take the girls away first. Is this okay? They are my guards. The alchemist said, "You should know the rules of the alchemist."

"Of course, there is no doubt." As he spoke, he motioned the soldiers to open the closed brass gate.

Long tables have been placed on the spacious throne hall, with high-back chairs neatly arranged, and the silver plates and knives and forks are neatly arranged. The waiters shuttled back and forth, busy. A bald and fat middle-aged man sits on the throne in the middle. Wearing a crown set with purple gems, wearing a red robe, and a golden gemstone belt around his round waist. On his left hand side, the chair was empty, and on his right hand sat a woman covered with a black veil and a black robe. She is the woman. Leo will not be wrong, the female magician who glanced at the temple of Bombard Carre.

"Welcome, distinguished guests." Prince Patton smiled and said, "Welcome, beautiful Miss Nianta; and welcome, White Devil."

The alchemist couldn't hear whether the last word was a bona fide joke or a malicious joke. Anyway, he determined that the other party would not have any goodwill, and interests were everything he valued: he had known this for a long time. The woman didn't say anything.

The alchemist politely expressed his gratitude and sat down under the guidance of the waiter.

"Miss Nianta, please sit here." Prince Patton smiled and narrowed his eyes, like a malicious smiling tiger. There is malice behind the seemingly cordial. I know your father, and you can also be regarded as my daughter.

"Mr. Leo--" Nianta looked at him as if asking for help.

Li Ou looked around, looked at Prince Patton, who was always smiling, and finally fell on the woman in black with drooping eyelids and silent. Go ahead." He squeezed out an ugly smile. "He dares not do anything to you."

Nanta sat down carefully, shrinking stiffly in the chair, with fear on his face. By now, Li Ou even hopes that she will become a night witch again. At least she is not a weak little girl, able to fear any conspiracy and tricks, and can kill all malicious demons.

"Everyone has arrived." Prince Patton said to the atheron, "Let's start. I can't wait to enjoy the food with the guests." The attendant clapped his hands, and the servants with plates and wine bottles lined up to the table with rich food.

The alchemist hardly ate anything. He only picked out the food in front of him with a silver fork - a plate of carbon-grilled sea snail. He has eaten a lot, but now he only feels nauseous. Prince Barton had already swept away his share of food, and now he was talking to Nianta. The girl seemed to have been teased by the criminal and trembled with fear. On the side, the lady in black also sat there in silence without eating. As if he noticed Li Ou's sight, he raised his head.

She has a pair of black eyes, like the night sky, which is like twinkling stars, as deep as the Milky Way. Leo felt as if he was attracted by her eyes, and an impulse in his heart urged him to leave his seat and walk towards the other party. He quickly looked away and crawled all over his body in cold sweat. The woman's face scarf seemed to move, showing a mocking smile.

After the appetizer, there is a richer meal, roast suckling pig and stewed beef with mushrooms, and a three-meter-long fish drizzled with a fragrant sauce. In the middle of the two rows of long tables, the dancers also began to enter, dancing more provocative than artistic. When the skirts were lifted, they could even see their looming spring. Li Ou curled his lips.

"Are you dissatisfied?"

Prince Patton suddenly stopped teasing Nianta and stared at the alchemist. He didn't know how the other party saw his disdain and grabbed his contempt.

But in this case, he doesn't want to flatter. He is a little fed up with this. Fat pigs like these, which does not mean that others also like them. He looked at the woman in black, looked into each other's eyes, and then quickly turned away. Your Highness, there are many women here. It doesn't seem to be very good.

"What do you think should be done?" Prince Patton said with a smile, "How about a real knife and gun, White Devil?" My people, to your people."