The maid in black-haired and black dress walked on the corridor illuminated by soft lights. The sound of boots hitting the ground rhythmically sounded in Lord Bommier's ears. The crisp sound even cooled down his too chaotic mind little by little. After realizing that his mental state was really getting better, the nobleman in the inner court couldn't help looking at him: "Miss Diana, thank you for your spiritual comfort..."

"A simple task - after all, your condition was not suitable for meeting Your Majesty," said the maid with a distant expression, and then stood in front of the door, "Get in, Your Majesty is already waiting for you."

It turned out that before they knew it, they had arrived at the end of the corridor.

Lord Bomeier, standing at the door, couldn't help swallowing his saliva and looked at the black gold-patterned wooden door in front of him - this reception room in the bedroom area is very special. With his title, he almost never had a chance to come here. However, now Emperor Rosetta sent his maid to pick him up and let him meet him here...

This made the Lord's mind all kinds of speculations pop up.

Then he calmed down, gently knocked on the door, and after obtaining permission, he pushed the door and walked into it.

In the room covered with soft and thick carpet, bright lights sprinkled from the roof, illuminating the furnishings in the reception room. The majestic master sat on a high-backed chair beside the window and turned his head to look here.

"Close the door, Lord Bommier," Rosetta Augustus nodded to the late night visitor in front of him, "and sit in this chair and tell me why you chose to come to see me so late."

Lord Bomeier immediately turned around and closed the door, then turned around and walked forward for two steps, sitting opposite Emperor Rosetta, he felt sweat coming out from his forehead again, and his heart pounding - he finally reached the time to speak, but he found that the great courage he had accumulated before stepping out of the house had been consumed most of the way. Every breath of his breath was weakening his will, allowing his fear of death to slowly gain the upper hand.

The deep eyes of Emperor Rosetta looked here quietly. Lord Bomeier felt aroused in his heart. Under those eyes, he had a brief courage and broke the silence with an extremely hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, I first ask for your forgiveness. I have acted rebelliously... I cannot guarantee that I will finish my words in the future, so please remember every keyword I said-

"Your Majesty, Orlandal's Throat! Gowan Cecil intervenes in it! The cult's nest! The sleeper!"

A cold chill that pierced into the soul instantly spread upward along the spine. Lord Bomeier felt his entire cervical spine tingling like a needle, and his brain buzzed - death was about to come, he touched the alarm, his brain must be dying quickly, and he was about to pay the price for his greed for power and mysterious knowledge many years ago...

The only thing that is gratifying is that the countless drills in his mind before he went out had the effect. In the shortest time, he successfully spoke all the keywords before the brain nerves died, and did not create any damn "leave blanks at the end of life". In this way, even if His Majesty the Emperor does not understand all the content he wants to convey, at least a series of investigations can be carried out based on the keywords, and then...

Block that terrible extraterritorial wanderer outside the empire's gates.

Lord Bomeier leaned quietly on the chair, closed his eyes peacefully, waiting for death to come completely.

A few seconds later, he found that he was still breathing, but death did not come as expected.

The brain is throbbing and the heart is a little uncomfortable, but it doesn't seem like a sign of death, but it's just caused by simple tension.

Lord Bomeier opened his eyes in confusion, and he looked down at his body, muttering subconsciously: "This...I'm not dead?"

"It seems like this," said the voice of Emperor Rosetta's Great. Finally, Lord Bomeier, who was confused and confused, found himself again. The latter raised his head and saw that the emperor was staring at him quietly, with a kind of...playful expression in his calm expression, "Lord Bomeier, you look alive."

Then before poor Bomier asked questions, Rosetta waved to the side: "Mr. Lord, Mr. Diana, needs a refreshing iced wine."

The black-haired maid walked out of nowhere the next second, holding a glass of wine that was constantly lowering the temperature. Until he took the wine glass, Lord Bomeier seemed to have not reacted to what had happened. He subconsciously thanked him, and almost instinctively took a sip of the wine. The cold feeling finally restored his ability to think: "Your Majesty, I..."

"Answer my question first," Rosetta looked into Bomier's eyes. "Are you shrouded in the fear of death? You carry some kind of curse that can kill you - will it be activated by yourself based on your keywords? Its operation is related to your spirit, or something that can monitor your thoughts and words and deeds?"

"Yes...yes, your majesty," Lord Bommier replied honestly, "it should have been so, but why..."

"This room blocks all mental spells," Rosetta said calmly, "In fact, it blocks almost all spell effects, including curses rooted in itself, remote mental monitoring, psychological hints that lead to suicide, and all damage magic that is activated over time."

Lord Bomeier slowly widened his eyes, with unconcealed incredibleness on his face.

Rosetta ignored him and turned to a corner of the room and said, "Ms. Windsor Mapel, thank you for your protection - but please continue to maintain the protection effect. We are not sure whether the 'curse' on Lord Bomeier will delay the attack."

Bomeier then noticed that there was a fourth person in the room - the legendary president of the Mage Society, who seemed to have been standing there, but it was not until Rosetta opened his mouth that he saw the lady in a long lavender dress with elegant temperament walking slowly from there.

The opponent held a mysterious magic ball in his hand that seemed to be completely condensed from magic power. Runes on the surface of the magic ball flowed, and it was the invisible power it emitted that protected the entire room.

In amazement, Lord Bomeier subconsciously muttered to himself: "Why..."

"From the day before yesterday, four people have died bizarrely while trying to 'report'," said Windsor Mapel, who held the magic ball in his hand. The legendary wizard looked at Bommel, and his eyes filled with arcane energy seemed to be able to see through all the secrets. "The details were amazingly consistent - they seemed to try to say something to others before death, or convey some information through hints and riddles, but their brains were burned down the moment they put their ideas into action."

"Two of them died in the Obsidian Palace, and the other two went to find Dukes Pedinan and Duke Severn," Rosetta continued, "maybe there were more similar situations--but before they could report it, or they died at home before they could even get to the person they wanted to talk to."

Bomeier was stunned, and his fearful expression couldn't help but appear on his face.

It turned out that he didn't even have the chance to say those well-conceived keywords... Fortunately, when he was practicing at home, he didn't dare to turn the ideas in his mind into words and deeds in reality, but only simulated them in superficial consciousness...

"After such an incident, the Royal Mage Society's think tank immediately analyzed the possible reasons. We believe that some kind of crisis has occurred. At the same time, a large number of insiders are trying to warn the royal family, but all insiders are controlled by some kind of spell that can monitor the mind, or planted a curse that will inspire itself with the keywords," Windsor Mapel said slowly. "At present, the Royal Mage Society and the Wanderer Forces' spy are secretly monitoring the entire Aldernan, looking for potential 'warning agents' and trying to bring them to this room while ensuring they survive.

"But you came here on your own initiative, Lord Bommier, this is our unexpected gain."

Rosetta nodded and looked into Lord Bomier's eyes: "Luckily, Ms. Windsor's powerful force successfully blocked the potential curse, which proves that part of our judgment is correct, and you, Lord Bomier... Now let's prove that the other part of our judgment is equally correct. Tell me in detail what those keywords you mean, and what kind of crisis is threatening my empire?"

Lord Bomeier blinked and finally calmed down after thoroughly figuring out the situation. With a kind of indifference and a hint of gratitude that had transcended life and death, he smiled bitterly and said calmly: "Your Majesty, I have been bewitched by strength and knowledge, and have accepted the "gift" that I should not have accepted. I... am a "Sleeper".

"Your Majesty, at Orlandell's throat, there is a secret nest, which is shrouded in a powerful spiritual suggestive force field and a large-scale dream restriction, and has been ignored by everyone forever..."

...

To the north and south of Alder, and to the south of the Shadow Swamp, a black-painted magic train was quietly docking next to the newly built platform.

This is the earliest magic train station delivered and completed in the Tifeng Empire, and it is also one of the transportation hubs leading to the next door of Cecil Empire.

As early as the Ansu era, when the Cecil Empire was still the "Dude of Cecil", related projects had already been started. At that time, the Grand Duke of Cecil and the Tifeng Empire signed a trade agreement to connect Tifeng through a railway line at the foot of the Dark Mountains. That was the beginning of the "modern trade" of the two empires - and the station here today is the extension of the railway in the past and one of the projects of the "Cecil Railway Investment Company" in Tifeng.

The high-power magic crystal stone lamp is hung high on the lamp post in the center of the platform. The light cast dispels the darkness near the site and illuminates the dark surface of the mechanical giant python. The huge and heavy steel machinery is like a dormant beast under the night sky, outlining cold and hard lines by artificial lights. The staff patrolling the site and maintenance machinery are walking around the lights. From a distance, they look small like insects and ants coiled around the giant beast.

For Tifen, which has just started the magic train and railway project, this advanced and expensive precision thing is far from reaching the stage of large-scale civil use. In most cases, it is only the transportation line used by industrial cities in the hinterland of the empire to swallow raw materials, as well as the tools used to transport goods with Cecil. In addition, it is late at night, and the only civilian train on this line has stopped, resulting in the large platform being quite scarce.

Two staff members who inspected the platform were handing over in front of the train - the last train today was about to depart for Cecil, full of textiles and alchemy raw materials produced by Tifen. Apart from that, there were no other trains tonight, the staff seemed lazy.

A figure swung past the rear of the train and flashed into the interior of this huge industrial machinery.

The lights in the corresponding area may have some malfunctions, which seem particularly dim, and even the patrol personnel cannot see any of them.

Yuri, who was gentle and wearing monocle glasses, walked quickly in the steel-made "corridor" and walked through the freight carriage connecting the gates and piled up many crates. In the shadows near those crates, several pairs of eyes were raised from the darkness and quickly hang down.

Stepping into the last car, more eyes came from the side.

"All personnel have already got on the train," Yuri whispered in a concise manner, "and there are fifteen minutes left to leave. To prevent check-ups and people from getting on the train in the middle, we must try to avoid making noises before the train stops at Baisha Station, and we must not pass the penultimate carriage. Everyone is ready."

"I've been told," Wendy's soft voice came from the side, "How is the situation outside?"

"Don't worry," Yuri whispered, "there are several key leaders and half of the front-line technicians here who are Cecilians - the technical handover and training cycle is not over yet. The Tifen people need Cecils to teach them step by step how to control these huge and complex machinery and manage the railway system, so tonight, all those who come into contact with this train will be reliable."

Wendy let out a light breath, then her eyes slowly swept across the carriage. She recalled the shock she felt when she saw this magic machine for the first time, recalled the "station" outside that was filled with a lot of incredible technology, and couldn't help but whisper: "This is really an unimaginable creation..."

"Yes, if it weren't for the conditions, I really hope to study how this thing moved," Yuri Charvin sighed, "I hope I'll have a chance after I get to 'over there'..."

"I would rather meet the Miss Jiple Witch and watch the Magic Network broadcast," Wendy chuckled. "It is said that there are singing 'programs' there, and tens of thousands of people will hear it at the same time."

Yuri immediately shook his head: "Don't think about it, your singing will only drag people into an eternal sleep."

Wendy immediately retorted: "I can sing normally, Archbishop Yuri."

"Article... let's give up this title from now on," Yuri sat down on a nearby crate and said in a low tone, "It's good to call me by my name, forget the past, or simply add the titles of 'sir' and 'lady'..."

"It's a good idea," Wendy nodded slightly, "but Mr. Yuri, you are sitting on Mr. Magnan's head, and he's probably starting to curse."

"I can't hear it anyway," Yuri gently patted the crate under her body, with an indifferent expression on her face, "and this is just a 'body'."

Wendy shook her head helplessly, then opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but her expression changed slightly the next moment.

Almost at the same time, Yuri's expression also changed slightly.

All the bishops and above who are eternal sleepers received an emergency notice from Mergol III at this moment—

A mentally abnormal mind is out of the network of eternal sleepers.
Chapter completed!