The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon.

Chapter 211 Light and Darkness

[A person has two Is, one is awake in the dark, and the other is asleep in the light. 】

——Victor Bryan, "Legend of the Rose"

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Late night
The ruling hall of the royal palace seemed very quiet.

During the day, the hall was bustling with people, like wasps, the ministers and the elders all went home to rest.

There are only a few royal guards still standing upright in the dark of the palace, guarding the safety of the country.

The palace is quiet, only the faint candlelight and lamp oil fire complement each other, exuding a faint yellow light.

The shabby oil lamp made a ludicrous contrast to the resplendent building, but no one dared accuse the fellow of having no taste,

Because that guy is the current king of the Rose Kingdom—Brian XVII.

He is the real ruler of the country, and his taste is the "perfection" pursued by the nobles.

No matter how ordinary an item is, as long as it passes through the palm of this person, it will glow with an extraordinary brilliance.

Brian XVII was sitting alone on the throne, holding a thick book in his hand, and was reading it intently.

He frowned slightly, looking a little tired.

The palace was quiet, with only a faint light, the whole palace seemed empty and silent.

Suddenly, a night watchman rushed into the hall, bringing urgent information.

"Your Majesty, urgent report! There is a change in the Demonic Beast Plain!"

The night watchman reported panting.

The old king glanced at the book in his hand, put it down, and then reached out to sandwich a simple wooden bookmark on the table.

The bookmark was weather-beaten and looked dilapidated. It was made of ordinary birch wood, with several indistinct patterns engraved on the front.

After putting the books away properly, he suddenly turned his head and said to the air beside him:
"bring here."

The chief legendary mage [Quincy] who had been silently guarding the old king suddenly appeared.

With a flash of his figure, he teleported to the night watchman, and took away the sheepskin scroll with information written in his hand.

A faint wave of magic enveloped the scroll.

Without chanting, several identification spells were released by Quincy.

【Observe details】【Detect trap】【Detect poison】.
After repeatedly confirming that there were no toxins and magic fluctuations on it, he returned to the old king.

"His Majesty."

Quincy bowed his head respectfully and presented the sheepskin scroll.

The king with age spots on his face rubbed his brows lightly, and then began to inform.

There are only a few lines of words on the parchment, and a unique black flag imprint is printed on the end.

That is the exclusive emblem that only the head of the Black Banner Legion [Tek] is qualified to use. This imprint proves that the letter was written by the head of the Black Banner Legion to the king himself, and its importance is of great importance.

Brian XVII frowned silently, staring deeply at the letter from the Black Banner Legion.

His frown became deeper and deeper, and the scroll was not closed for a long time.

After a long time, he put down the information and took a deep breath.

"His Majesty."

Quincy looked at the old king with some concern.

Since the Capaci game was attacked, the old king's state has not been very good.

Recently, the old king has been staying up late for several days to deal with government affairs, which makes the chief mage very worried about his health.

The current king is what he has watched since childhood.

Since the old king was three years old, Quincy, who was then the head of the Royal Academy of Magic, began to teach him magic and common sense.

The two spent even more time together than the previous king had with his own children.

For Quincy, who has no wife or children, Brian XVII is like his own child.

Although he didn't know why the old king's temperament suddenly changed and his strength declined rapidly, Quincy was always a staunch royalist and never doubted any of the king's orders.

Quincy knew that his responsibility now was not only to protect the safety of Brian XVII, but also to care about his physical and mental health.

What a sad thing it is for the child I watched growing up to be older than myself now.

Perhaps, this is the reason why many long-lived species are unwilling to have a relationship with human beings with rich emotions.

Quincy approached the old king and suggested softly:
"Your Majesty, your body is very important. I am worried that your staying up late will cause damage to your health. I suggest you take a good rest and come back to deal with these government affairs tomorrow."

The old king looked at Quincy with a softness in his eyes, but he still shook his head firmly.

"Quincy, I know you are worried about me, but this is my duty as king. I must handle this matter myself, and I cannot pass it on to others."

"Just do your best and help me with safety issues. I will try my best to control my fatigue."

When speaking, Bryan XVII's eyes showed firmness and determination, and his old and almost deformed palms patted the throne a few times.

Quincy nodded helplessly, he understood the old king's insistence.

He did not continue to speak, but bowed deeply to the old king.

"cough cough"

"Tek reported that the reconnaissance and assassination team of the orc kingdom is suspected to have appeared on the border of the kingdom, and there were also unknown dragon chants from the depths of the Demonic Beast Plain. Immediately take the highest level of combat readiness measures."

The old king coughed a few times, and then his frown returned to normal. He smiled sideways and discussed the situation on the front line with the chief mage.

"Quincy, what do you think of this?"

Quincy shook his head:

"Your Majesty, I can't figure out this information, but if you need it, I can go to the front line to deal with those green-skinned garbage, including that unknown dragon."

The head mage wasn't joking.

As long as the old king gives the order, he can open the portal tonight and go directly to the Warcraft Plain to suppress everything tyrannically.

In this era when traces of demigods disappeared, the mage Quincy, who possessed high-level legendary strength, could be said to be one of Karen's strongest.

It's hard to say who is stronger and who is weaker in the team battle of the leader of the five-color army, but in terms of heads-up, none of them is Quincy's opponent!
His existence is the nuclear weapon on the face of the Rose Kingdom!
In the battle when Quincy wiped out the mountain dwarves at Chia Ridge, he single-handedly slaughtered three legendary dwarves and six thousand mountain dwarves!

Remember, it's a massacre, not a simple kill!

In that battle, Quincy's terrifying display of strength shocked the entire Karen plane, and it also made the orc kingdom, which was about to move at that time, completely extinguish the idea of ​​​​invasion.

At least, before the old man died, the Beast Emperor was not going to launch an invasion war.

Some people say that he is already a demigod, while others say that he is actually the lower realm of the incarnation of a certain god.

Only Quincy himself knew that those were all rumors, he was just an ordinary old man with half a foot in the coffin.

In fact, Quincy has reached the critical point on the road leading to the demigod, and he can clearly touch the essential barrier between gods and humans.

After one step, he was no longer a human Quincy.

But ask yourself, he has no reason to move forward.

After hundreds of years, we have experienced the funerals of lovers, relatives, and family members.

Now he doesn't need those anymore.

Or rather, he was exhausted.

That is not mental and physical exhaustion, but in the soul, exhaustion from the heart.

Quincy is old.

He was going to wait for the last fetter—after the death of the old King Bryan XVII, he would resign from his post in the kingdom and travel to the Karen Continent.

Perhaps at the last moment of his life, he would choose a successor to leave behind his inheritance, and then find a remote cave by himself, silently waiting for death to come.

Faced with Quincy's reply that he was about to open Wushuang, the old king shook his head.

"You can't always let you solve troubles, that will develop their laziness. The kingdom can stand today because of the strength of human groups, not individuals."

But he didn't think about getting answers from his chief mage, he just wanted to talk to the people around him.

In this position, every step is like walking on eggshells.

Brian XVII can count the people who can really speak frankly with one hand, and Quincy is one of them.

After thinking carefully for a while, he decided to take immediate action.

"Convene the second and third official combat teams of the Frost Legion, and let Frost Moon lead the team to support Tek and the others."

"At the same time, the Canglan Legion raised the level of combat readiness to a second-level combat readiness, and told Riel Rex to be careful about the orc kingdom's invasion of the inland through the Forgotten Land and Harsim."

"And the group of blue dragons."

Following the king's thinking, the transfer orders were issued slowly.

Quincy faithfully recorded all the orders, and then passed them directly to the elite scouts waiting outside the palace through the magic imprint.

Outside the gate of the palace, there are more than 10 master-level scouts waiting for orders all the time.

Each scout carries a large number of blank scrolls. Once there is a secret mission, Quincy will directly encrypt and imprint the information on the blank scrolls, and at the same time inform the scouts where to deliver it.

In this way, the information can be kept confidential to the greatest extent, and no one knows where and to whom the intelligence of those scouts will be sent.

Time passed unknowingly, until the light of the oil lamp began to flicker, and the old king did not finish these urgent government affairs.

"Your Majesty, it's time to rest."

After Quincy conveyed all the orders, he turned around and looked at King Brian XVII who was leaning on the throne tiredly, and said softly.

The old king opened his tired eyes and nodded:

"Well, it's time to rest"

Suddenly, he stopped talking.

The palace of the night was quiet, only the breathing of the two of them remained.

The old king stared out of the black as ink window.

He finally said:
"Quincy, go back and rest first, I still have something to do."

"His Majesty!"

Quincy was a little anxious.

But before he finished speaking, the old king shook his head slightly.

Although silent, the meaning is clear.

The legendary chief mage had no choice but to sigh:
"Well, if necessary, please call out my name at any time, the protective circle I set up in the palace will sense it, and I will come as soon as possible."

Seeing the old king nodding his head, Quincy didn't say much.

The control over the palace's nine layers of protection is actually in the hands of the old king.

With the help of the magic circle, as long as the king has the strength of a master, he may not be much worse than a legend, so Quincy can rest assured of his own safety.

He turned around and waved his hand, summoned a light blue portal, walked into the portal and disappeared.

"Retreat, too, including the Shadow Army."

The old king looked at the guards at the door, waved his hand and said slowly.

"Yes!"

On the bright side, nearly a hundred imperial guards hidden in the dark have come out of their invisible state.

They gathered and stood in the center of the palace.

After saluting the king on the throne, he quickly exited the palace and waited for new orders.

Looking at the empty ruling hall of the palace, the old king sat back on the throne again.

He looked at the familiar decorations around him, at the country he had dedicated his life to, and a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes.

Tens of thousands of stars appear in the darkness of the night, and a wisp of dust begins to appear when the light is bright.

The seven-colored body of the young dragon slowly appeared under the hall.

He didn't use a disguise, but appeared in front of Brian XVII with his real body.

The meeting between the king and the king should not be concealed, like a meeting of thieves.

The nine-colored pupils stared silently at the dark gray cloudy eyes.

Looking at the body of the rainbow dragon, a smile appeared on the old king's old face.

"It's really you."

Looking at the wrinkled face, Ron frowned.

It was not a fake smile, but a heartfelt joy.

"you know me?"

Ron asked suspiciously.

He was sure that the Rose King had never seen his real body, because before, whether he was spying secretly or attacking in a capaci ball game, he was always in the invisible state with power.

It is impossible for a human with only the strength of a master to notice this!
To Ron's surprise, the old king shook his head: "I don't know you."

Then he added: "But I know you exist, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

This old guy, is he playing charades?
Ron watched him silently for a while, no longer dwelling on these details.

"Send away that old man and those personal guards. You are very courageous. Aren't you afraid that I will kill you directly?"

A faint killing intent rose with the wind, and wisps of bloody smell radiated from the young dragon.

At the same time, the entire hall was surrounded by the anti-magic circle set up by Ron, and no one could disturb what he was going to do next.

Feeling the overwhelming coercion, the old king smiled.

"afraid."

"But I trust you."

Hearing this, Ron frowned.

He has already made sufficient preparations for today's trip to the palace, and even planted many backhands before heading to the red soil highland.

What the old king will say and how he will react, Ron has a way to predict and target.

But he never expected that it would end up like this.

Every word of this aging human being sitting on the throne was beyond his expectations.

"I don't know."

Ron shook his head, then said:
"You are a man, I am a dragon, and I need this country to serve me, you should know what I mean."

Without any hesitation, the old king said cleanly:
"Okay, from now on, you are already the king of the Rose Kingdom."

As he said that, he seemed worried that Ron would not like the name Rose, and then said gently:

"If you don't like this name, you can change it to a name you like, such as Dragon Kingdom?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as you are willing to be king."

???

Ron was completely dumbfounded now.

He was bewildered by this sudden proposal and had no idea how to respond.

The young dragon looked at Brian XVII on the throne like a fool, and wondered if this guy had Alzheimer's or something like that.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain his insane behavior now.

"you"

Ron looked at the old king hesitantly, not knowing what to say.

It doesn't feel right!
Is this plan to usurp the country too smooth?
The contemporary king surrendered directly and offered the throne with both hands?
It didn't even cross Ron's mind.

So magical.

This is simply the plot of a novel.

It turns out: Fiction needs logic, reality doesn't.

The silence of the young dragons under the stands.

The old king also realized that he was a little too enthusiastic.

He calmed down, pointed to the trembling golden scepter next to him, and said with a smile:

"I don't believe in you, but in it."

Ron turned his head to look at the weapon he had already ordered, frowned and called out its name:
"Supreme scepter?"

The old king was taken aback for a moment, but quickly reacted.

There was a flash of appreciation in his eyes, he nodded and said with a smile:

"That's right, you passed his test, and it's normal to know its real name."

"A real name? A false name for the Supreme Scepter?"

Ron asked in surprise.

He felt very strange, because according to Eugene, the king should be a stupid ruler.

However, every move of the king in front of him was completely beyond Ron's expectation.

This unequal information made Ron immediately feel a hundred vigilance.

Ron has realized that this country may hide some important information that he doesn't know, all of which require him to treat the situation at hand carefully.

Long night, long time

He decides to have a deep conversation with the strange king to learn more, to uncover the truth and keep himself safe.

But before that
"Aren't you going to introduce the energy body behind it?"

Ron said lightly, his eyes fixed on the mysterious existence behind the old king.

The old king smiled, and there was a hint of anticipation and excitement in his eyes.

"Come out, he has found you," said the old king.

"It's also time for you to meet Him."

He patted the supreme scepter lightly, and suddenly a shining golden light appeared from behind the old king.

With a loud noise, the wall behind the throne was instantly broken, and a golden figure slowly walked out.

He looks like the statuette on the Oscars. His whole body is made of an unknown golden substance, and a faint golden light flows on his body.

"Are you not a master rank, this breath legend?"

"wrong!"

"Are you a demigod?"

Ron looked at his body and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He was not surprised by the strength of this golden figure, but by his face.

Although the golden light was dazzling, it could not block Ron's sight at all.

He clearly saw the face of a boy in his twenties under the golden light.

It was a face 8% similar to that of the old king!
No, that was Brian XVII when he was a boy!
Ron thought that he might meet a demigod during this trip, but he never thought that the old king had the power of a demigod himself!
He actually split the other half of his soul and condensed it into a form similar to the power of faith.

Seeing Ron showing a vigilant look, the old king took the initiative to explain:

"Please don't panic, He is."

He hesitated, then said:

"He is the perfect me"

Ron narrowed his eyes, looked at the little golden man with demigod strength and said softly.

"I see, your other half of the soul is hidden here."

When he was in the capaci ball game, Ron discovered through Pandora's box that only half of the old king's soul was left.

At that time, he was still amazed that the majestic lord of a country was actually a remnant?

Now the truth is finally revealed.

The old king actually split his soul into two and lived in an alternative way.

Thinking of this, Ron frowned and glanced at the glowing scepter.

"Is it because of this artifact?"

Ron quickly thought of a similar operation.

"After splitting the soul with [Soul Dissociation], completely deliver the divinity and divine power to the other half of the soul, and then use the power of the supreme scepter to forcibly cast a god-like body with the power of faith. With the help of the supreme scepter, a certain Is it a state close to that of a true god?"

Although this set of operations is extremely dangerous, one mistake is the end of the soul dissipating.

But the probability of its success is not 0!

And this can also explain why the old king fell from the legend to the master rank, and his lifespan was shortened sharply.

Everything about him is on the other half of his soul!
Theoretically speaking, after the dissociation of the soul, the human body that inherited the "inferior quality" should be in a state without any energy.

I'm afraid he was able to reach the master level again from scratch after the dissociation of his soul. It should be due to various magical objects that increase the speed of cultivation, right?
Looking at the old king's old mottled face on the throne.

Ron suddenly shrank his pupils and thought of another detail.

"Soul dissociation is just dividing the soul, but it will not increase the strength. If my guess is correct, then it means"

"This old guy was a demigod more than 100 years ago!?"

Thinking of this possibility, Ron couldn't help but spit out a few words.

A demigod who is less than a hundred years old? Isn't this too outrageous?
Rhine Hart doesn't even dare to talk like that, does he?
However, while thinking, Ron also quickly applied various buffs to himself to prevent the next possible battle.

He didn't believe that the demigod in front of him would surrender so easily.

The little golden man, who had never spoken since his appearance, glanced at the old king in front of him.

The two looked at each other, then turned to look at Ron at the bottom of the steps and smiled.

Facing the vigilant iridescent baby dragon, he suddenly asked a strange question:

"Excuse me, have you set foot in the realm of God now?"

(End of this chapter)