The Golden Age: Colotia I

"Good day, dear Captain Drett, I don't know why I'm here? I'm going back to Erebonia tomorrow, you know."

"Dear Mr. Arlander, of course I know that you are a popular person in front of Prime Minister Osborne, how dare you delay your official duties?" Drit smiled flatteringly at this time, "There is just a small matter that needs your help. .”

"Oh? Let's hear it." Rector Arundel smiled, "You are so capable, how can I help you?"

People like to listen to flattery, Dritter laughed: "I just hope you come to identify someone."

"one person?"

Delite nodded and said to his subordinates, "Bring the poet up."

As the blood-stained person was carried up, the expression on Rector's face remained unchanged, but his heart became more and more shocked.

How could it be him?How could he appear here?Isn't he with Kolos?

But after thinking about it, he immediately understood that Mulla and Yulia were here, and that was the reason.

Rector remained motionless, glanced at Olivier casually, and asked in a surprised tone: "Captain, what do you mean? This prisoner...is the person you asked me to identify?"

Seeing Rector's expression, Drit first began to doubt himself, did he really not know him?There was nothing on his face, only inexplicable and well-hidden boredom.

Although they secretly communicated with Prime Minister Osborne, it did not mean that they fully trusted the prime minister's confidant. Dereet asked with a smile, "Why, you don't know him?"

He stepped down and lifted Olivier's face with one hand.

His face was dirty and bloody, his hair was disheveled but still sharp, and he was playing a dead man who had to look like it inside and out.

But the moment Olivier heard Rector's voice, he knew that he would never die here.Strange to say, even though they belonged to different camps, Olivier believed in Recter very much at this moment, and a strange tacit understanding arose when he slightly raised his head to look at him for the first time.

"You say so, I have to take a good look." Rector smiled, his smile was wanton and dissolute, with an air of indifference, he approached Olivier.

"Oh, it's you!"

Dritter immediately cheered up: "Do you recognize him?"

"Of course, he defected to the country with Prince Greenwest of our country. He is one of his most trusted subordinates. Now it is said that he also follows Queen Liber. Mr. Lorry, why did you appear here?" Rector asked. The expression on the face couldn't be more natural.

"Lori?" Delite was puzzled, and he asked calmly, "Isn't he the legendary prince?"

"You mean Prince Oliver? Oh, really..." Rector laughed, "I know, he grew up with Colonel Mullavandre and has a very good relationship, but you think he is so irrational... Or such a stupid person?"

Dritter didn't speak, but his expression showed that he believed more than half of it, but he still doubted it.

"Why, don't you believe me?" Rector's face sank, "I believe you are not ignorant of the conflict between the prime minister and the prince, would I betray the prime minister and cover up a criminal? Since If you don't believe me, then I'll leave right away, this man," he pointed casually at Olivier, "is a fugitive from Erebonia anyway, although the prime minister is also hunting him, but...whatever, just Hand it over to you."

He seemed to add another sentence unintentionally: "You don't need to worry about the prime minister."

How dare Derritter take this sentence seriously. Of course he didn't dare to confront Osborn's people, but he was unwilling to let this clue go. Of course he knew that Osborn and the royal family were not at odds. Rector's words made him Believe me, even if this person is really a prince, he will definitely not be able to please Osborne. Anyway, they were chasing this person for the prime minister.

"Since the prime minister is chasing the person, we just handed it over to you, Mr. Arlander." Drit smiled shyly, turned his face, and shouted fiercely at the two people who were escorting Olivier, " Untie Mr Lorry!"

Olivier fell to the ground the moment he let go of the rope. Rector walked over and kicked him lightly: "Hey! Don't pretend to be dead, you still want me to help you go?" He commanded himself His subordinates, the soldiers who replaced the rebels escorted Olivier to his guide car.

"and many more!"

Rector's heart trembled, and he suddenly felt that everything was secret, how could he take Olivier away in such a hurry?But he made up for this loophole the moment he turned around: "You still have something to do, Captain? I'm anxious to show the prime minister this trophy!" He smiled, "You know, this time you have made a great contribution to the prime minister, I also want to follow suit."

Drit showed a smile that you understand and everyone understands: "Of course I understand this, but Mr. Arandall, please be considerate. This person injured several of my subordinates here. If you don't give him Some punishment, I'm afraid it's not easy for me to talk here."

Isn't this called punishment?Rector frowned slightly when he saw Olivier's injuries all over his body, but he immediately said proudly: "You didn't say it earlier! This is of course excusable, and the prime minister doesn't care about this time, please feel free to ’” He then sat back in the chair.He knew that there was nothing he could do this time. If he was negligent in the current situation, he might not even be able to get out of this military tent today, let alone save Olivier.

Before letting go of Olivier, he gently squeezed his hand, feeling that although the hands were cold, but still firm, he shook him back.

Beside Olivier stood two strong and tall soldiers, their muscles protruding one by one, and one of them held a huge stone in his hand.

"I heard that the prince of your country is very good at music?" Drit asked while drinking.

"...Yes, so the people around him understand a little bit." Rector replied cautiously.

"It just so happens that this poet... No, Mr. Lorry may have also been influenced by His Royal Highness the Prince." A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Delite's mouth, and he nodded towards the two soldiers.

In the next second, a soldier held Olivier down. Regardless of his struggle, he pulled out his arm and pressed his two hands together. The other soldier holding the stone did not hesitate to take the A boulder slammed heavily on Olivier's held hands.

A sharp and hoarse scream sounded in the next second. The sound was so shrill that no one had ever heard before. It was never a sound that someone like Olivier could make.Everyone's heart skipped a beat, even the hands of the two executioners paused slightly.Rector felt that he had never heard such a miserable call, as if he had lost everything and was in despair and pain.For no reason, he thought of the nightingale nailed by thorns.

But they continue right away.

Olivier began to struggle like crazy.

The stone didn't stop, and continued to hit it hard. Olivier's hands were bloody and bloody, but he stopped suddenly and didn't say a word. In fact, except for the first scream, he There was no more sound, only his body convulsed unconsciously, his lips, the wound that had been bitten bloody, burst open again, his ragged clothes also ooze blood, he A pair of eyes hidden in the disheveled hair stared fixedly at his muddy hands, as if all the good things in life were lost together.

Facing such an extremely tragic scene, Rector knew very well that he must not be moved at all, because Dereet was observing his expression without blinking.

Seeing that Recter was indifferent, and even gradually showing a tired expression, Dritter finally let go of his heart. He walked in front of Olivier. The handsome young man was motionless, and the two soldiers were still standing beside him. Those hands were once slender and beautiful, and they could play music that even the goddesses were intoxicated by, and that beautiful throat used to sing the most beautiful songs in the world, but now, nothing exists up.

Drit squatted beside Olivier, and whispered to him proudly:

"Whether you are a bard, or Mr. Lorry ... or that highness who is good at playing the piano, from now on," he said happily in a cruel voice,

"You never want to play the piano again."

The author has something to say: Hmm... I know that once this chapter comes out, there must be many pipes holding bricks coming up, let me dodge for a while...

By the way, why did you write it like this?I thought so.

Ogua is also a human being, and as a human being, he will definitely make mistakes. He was originally a calm and thoughtful person, but he also has weaknesses. Now that Mulla has been arrested, it is obviously impossible for him to maintain his previous calmness. Without becoming a king, these experiences will allow him to gradually get rid of his weaknesses and become a perfect monarch.

So I said before that he and the princess are the same, they have gained a lot and lost a lot on this road.This experience was a lesson for him from the impulsiveness and weakness that he hadn't gotten rid of. Although it was painful, it was the price of his recklessness.

I think it is difficult for someone to remain calm when facing an accident with their loved ones, even if they are the most powerful people. I think this is a person with flesh and blood.

As a high-ranking person, he shouldn't be like this, but Aogua and the princess are definitely not cold-blooded people-so, the shortcoming that a high-ranking person is very afraid of appears in this way (of course I don't think this is a shortcoming, but for this profession It is true that it can be fatal at times...) So...

In the end, Ogua, who has grown up step by step, will become a qualified king, because he paid too much and too painful a price for his impulsiveness

(Why does the more I say it, the more miserable it looks...)

Then I'll hide for a while...