119, the place where fate begins

When the war report came, Elena was kneeling in front of the altar of the Temple of Glory. The chief priest was about to put the crown on her head when she heard the old man's report from outside the door: "Your Majesty! There is a war report ahead--!"

Elena almost bounced up from the ground and almost hit the crown above her head: "How's it going?"

An intelligence soldier rushed in. He rushed to the altar, knelt on one knee, and said breathlessly, "The 30,000 soldiers of the Empire in Carlos Fortress have been dispatched at dawn and attacked three important cities in the south at the same time. The situation is still unknown!"

"Thirty thousand..." Elena almost fainted. After a busy day of all kinds of preparations before the coronation, she was not clear how to operate the functions of the country. The empire was under the pressure of the army. It was clear that no one in Leminduo could control the overall situation for the time being and was going to take advantage of the fire.

How did things become like this? Why did the Imperial Army choose to go out at such a time? Who revealed their own secrets? Elena held the wall in despair and stood unsteadily. Thinking that her father and several subordinates who trusted for her were not around, she regretted that the black gallon, who she thought she could rely on, actually left herself and slept in the hotel at the critical moment.

Who on earth leaked the secret? It won't be blackcurrant. He doesn't know magic at all. He can't use the wind finch. It's even more impossible for his father and several other people who share difficulties all the way, so there is only...

The face of Yin who had a cold war with her a few days ago came to her mind, and Elena understood a little.

Since she knows Hemerlin, she will definitely join hands with him to retaliate against him. For an imperial prince, of course, he is happy to rob this kind of thing. It's them, and it won't be wrong!

Elena's beautiful face was shrouded in a cloud of hatred. She grabbed the crown in the hands of the chief priest, put it firmly on her head, and ordered in an extremely resolute tone: "An hour later, all the members of the army went to the palace conference room for a combat meeting, and those who were absent were expelled from the army!"

The princes and ministers standing under the altar were in an uproar. Her Majesty, who had just ascended the throne, picked up her long skirt, stepped on seven centimeters of crystal high heels in full view of the public, and strode out of the auditorium.

The black currant hiding in the dead corner outside the door saw her rushing out of the temple gate. He bent the corners of his mouth and knew that the fish was hooked. He fell to the ground and followed silently.

At the same time, in the city of Usas, the capital of the empire, Yin, who disguised himself as a "sadly skin disease girl" again, followed Idalos, passed through the square where pigeons were flying, and came to a tall house with a bright red appearance.

"This is the Royal Casino of Usace," Idalos, wearing his diamond mask, led her to the door familiarly and gave the doorman a considerable tip. The doorman immediately attentively led them into the hall. "You must have heard of this place?"

Yin thought for a moment and decided not to stimulate him, so she concealed what she heard from the black gallon, shook her head and said, "I've never heard of it. Is it famous here?"

The doorman led the way in front. They went straight through the crowded hall. Yin, who had been forced to gamble so many times, could recognize what everyone was playing on the table, but the number of chips on the table was really too scary. If it was changed to gold coins, I don't know if the table would collapse.

Idalos did not squint and replied faintly, "This is the place where Margaret and Alex met... Your father, the shrinking turtle, wasted his time here."

Yin couldn't help laughing and said, "I thought you would take me to the place where you and Margaret first met."

"It's too far. I'll take you there later." Idalos said, the doorman pushed open an inconspicuous door, and the three of them walked down the stairs.

Yin carefully carried the skirt and asked, "Where is this going?"

Idalos replied, "Hid your face. Next, you are deaf and mute."

Yin spit out his tongue, wrapped the turban tightly, and followed him with his back. The doorman took them down twice and passed a door halfway, but did not go in. Yin was a little curious about the difference between the underground floor, but she could no longer speak, so she had to continue to follow down.

The door on the second basement floor is very gorgeously decorated. She often haunts all kinds of luxurious places in the Galo family. She knows that the patterns carved on the door are real gold, and she can't help smacking. The Royal Casino is really rich and the door is gold.

The doorman turned the disk on the door and entered the correct password. The gold-engraved door opened, and there was no sound of the black hole inside. When they were brought here, the doorman stopped moving forward and made a gesture to invite in.

Idalos walked into the dark room, and Yin had to follow in. The heavy double doors were closed behind her heels, making a heavy muffled sound.

The room is very large, and it is not all black. Yin observed through the small gap left by the headscarf. There are about ten spherical crystal lamps lit all over the room. There is a table under the lamp. There are two people sitting face to face at the table. There is a dealer beside him, but there are not many chips on the table.

Isn't this a place to gamble? Yin remembered the underground exchange hidden in the Eloda pastry shop.

Idalos did not squint and went straight to the deepest part of the room. Yin saw that there was only one person sitting at a table over there. Although he turned his back to them, he didn't know why he had a sense of familiarity.

When he got to the table, Yin looked carefully and almost didn't call out - isn't this Mr. Blair? How did he appear here?

It was Mr. Blair, who had just separated, who sat alone at the table and smoked. The old man was still in good spirits. He squinted and bit his pipe. When he saw Idalos, he smiled and nodded. When he turned to Yin who followed him, he did not show any suspicion. He held the pipe in his left hand and the box in the corner of the table in his right hand. He drew a note, wrote a line on it with a dipping pen, and then pushed the note over.

The note says, "Is this the little girl you found at Fimer?"

Idalus also took a pen and wrote on it: "Yes, her condition is very serious. I dare not leave her alone in the hotel."

Yin couldn't help admiring him. It turned out that a set of lies could also be used for both sides. It seemed that he had planned early, not only to take himself to the bonfire party, but also to see Mr. Blair.

However... One thing that doesn't make Yin understand is that since he has been following him all the way, how can he not know that he and Mr. Blair are actually in a good relationship? There is no need to meet him like this. Moreover, if the old man has multiple minds, he may recognize himself just by looking at his eyes. What's the trouble? Question mark

Mr. Blair took the note and looked at it. He smiled and didn't ask again. He drew another note and asked, "How do you know I'm waiting for someone here?"

Well, it turned out that Mr. Blair was not waiting for Idalos. It's even more strange. Idalos, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?

Idalos smiled and replied with a note, "I happened to come to relieve my boredom. When I saw you here, I came to say hello. If it's not convenient, I'll go to another table."

There is almost no sound in the room. On the one hand, it is because there is no large pile of chips on the table, and on the other hand, everyone does not speak, and the conversation depends on paper and pen. Yin has heard that some members of cross-border organizations will communicate in this way in order not to disclose secrets when they meet, but in the second basement of the casino, in a room with a password lock, it seems to be a little redundant.

Mr. Blair smiled and snapped his fingers: "It doesn't matter. Sit down and play. It will take a while for the people I wait to come."

Idalos replied with a word: "Okay."

A dealer passed by and made a gesture to them, as if asking if they needed service. Mr. Blair took out a piece of green patterned paper and handed it over. The dealer immediately took it with both hands, turned back to the workbench, and rang a bell. For a moment, all the gamblers present were one after another. He got up and scrambled to squeeze into the door.

Idalos wrote: "Do you need to spend a lot of money to clear the game when gambling with me?"

"If you don't come, I'll clear the scene later. The difference between morning and evening." Mr. Blair pushed the note back, took out all the notes in the box, divided them into two stacks, and each took one.

Yin understands that it is not money that is gambling here. All chips cannot be measured by money. The two sides of the game write down what they can give on the paper, and it is up to the other party to judge whether it is attractive enough to follow, or whether it poses a threat and has to admit defeat.

What will they bet on? Yin was curious and stared at the paper and pen in their hands.

The two first buried themselves in a string of writing, and Idalos's note said, "I hope to borrow the original of the earliest information about mental research of the Research Association." Presumably what Mr. Blair wrote opposite should also be what he expected to get.

After the other subjects were gone, the crystal lamps also went out one after another. The uniformed dealer stood in the darkness and stared at this side silently.

Soon Mr. Blair wrote what he wanted, and the two exchanged notes. Yin saw that Mr. Blair wrote in floral style: "I hope to get the complete spell of the dementor." I couldn't help but be shocked. What does Mr. Blair want to do with the curse?

Idalos looked at his note, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and wrote a word below: "Okay."

But Mr. Blair's reply was: "That information is a confidential document of the association. Even if I am the president, I can't show it to you."

"I just look at it, not take it away. As long as you don't say it, who will know that I have seen it?"

Idalos wrote another line below. When he handed it over, Mr. Blair didn't answer, and his turbid eyes turned, as if he simply promised **.

At the beginning of the bet, the two sides generally do not do their best. Even if they know that the other party will lose, they need to leave three points to prevent fraud. The same is true when talking about cooperation conditions. They always have to hang the other party's appetite in order to win their own greater wins and interests.

But Idalosfu simply said from the beginning that you want a dementor, yes.

Mr. Blair opposite him pinched a corner of the note, looked hesitant, and his heart was fighting.