"I've heard humans say that courage and stupidity are often only one step away."
Margosos sat on a chair and looked down at the guard kneeling on one knee. "Soldier, would you say that your courage is commendable, or stupidity beyond compare?"
"My lord."
The guard captain who had stopped Caesar before lowered his head and said hesitantly, "That fellow didn't seem to care. After confirming our resolute attitude, he quickly turned and left."
"Of course he wouldn't bother with you fools."
The person on the chair sighed. As a Blue Dragon with a strict hierarchy among the Pentashade Dragons, Magosos had political wisdom that other dragons could not reach. He was also very good at making connections. "You don't even know what that person means. If he's not lying, then he's a special envoy sent by the royal court."
Margosos stood up and stared at the two sphinx stone statues guarding the door, revealing an anxiety that did not match his identity. "Him turning and leaving isn't the solution to the problem, but the beginning of it.
Next, as long as he reports this matter to his superiors, what do you think the Court Liege and His Highness Odín would think? "
"They would definitely not consider the problem of you few soldiers. What they would consider is whether the Court's orders and will could no longer affect Galanoud.
Is Galanoud no longer a part of the Empire, but another organization that stands against the Court? "
Margosos said with unusual solemnity. "Next should be a complete lockdown. In an hour, the Court will hold a war council, and the Blackwing Clan and armored forces from the western coast and Victorre will quickly arrive. A Court Liege will be the commander, assisted by four to five legendary leaders.
In less than a day, my head will be placed before His Highness Odín. "
"It's that serious?"
The guard's heart trembled and he shuddered. He had never imagined that his momentary rash advance would cause such grave consequences. Now, he recalled the words' you're not bad 'the Drakonid had said before he left. Now, it sounded like there was a deeper meaning. If things were to develop as the viceroy had said, it would undoubtedly be a terrible disaster for Galanoud.
But why was the viceroy so familiar?
He did not seem to hesitate or think when he said those words. His tone was completely certain, as if he had rehearsed it dozens of times in his mind.
At that thought, the guard looked up and stole a glance at Margosos. "Then, Lord Viceroy, what should we do now?" he asked tentatively.
"What else can we do?"
Margosos glared at him and said unhappily, "Hurry up and find him and explain things clearly.
If we can't find him, I'll use all of you guys. "
Hearing this, the guard actually heaved a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that the Governor would glare at him and say, "What else can we do? We can only carry out the plan in advance." He would transform into a giant dragon and roar, "Soldiers, listen to my orders!", "We will eventually become kings!" Then, he would raise his flag high and embark on the path of rebellion against the royal court.
Fortunately, fortunately..
It's fine as long as that person.
… …
It was late at night, and the usually lively tavern had quieted down. Only one or two drunkards were left lying on the tables. In the frame at the entrance of the tavern, there were dozens of masks of various shapes and sizes. Most of the drunkards were also wearing these masks. It seemed that this was the rule of the tavern.
Caesar felt that it was interesting. He casually took off a relatively large mask and put it on before stepping into the tavern.
Actually, it was fine if he did not wear it. After all, humans had no ability to differentiate between different races. Just by looking at the face, humans would not be able to differentiate between two male Orcs. Similarly, Orcs would not be able to tell the difference between a Draconian and another Draconian. They might even mix up two Draconian of different genders.
No one greeted him, and there was no one at the bar. This scene disappointed Caesar. He wanted to sit down and find a few guys to play a few rounds of cards. He wanted to see if the Elegy card had become popular 50 years later, or how far it had evolved.
'Forget it. I'll order a drink and see if the dwarves have come up with anything new apart from the Summer Dew.' Black Dragon thought as he knocked on the bar table.
"Hey, I'm sorry. Sorry I fell asleep. I didn't expect a new guest to come at this time."
It was only then that someone came to greet him. The waiter lifted the curtain and came out from inside. He apologized as he picked up a wooden cup and poured wine from the barrel. "It's my fault for neglecting the guest. This cup is on the house."
Caesar frowned.
He sat down and looked at the waiter in front of him. The waiter was wearing a special mask — the whole mask was divided into two colors, black and white by a vertical line in the middle. The left side of the mask was grinning, revealing a smiling and joyful eye, while the right side of the mask was crying and closed tightly, revealing a pitiful expression.
A psychological discomfort came to his mind. Caesar finally knew why the tavern was so deserted. He did not know what the tavern owner was thinking, letting the waiter wear such a disgusting mask.
"Judging from the guest's appearance, you seem to have just arrived at Galanoud not long ago?"
As if feeling a little embarrassed to let Caesar drink here, the waiter began to take the initiative to strike up a conversation. His voice sounded very young, and although he used a humble and respectful tone, there was always a sense of frivolity.
"Sort of. How do you know?" Caesar took a sip. The taste of the wine was a little astringent.
"In our local area, lords of status like you generally don't come to West Street."
The waiter let out two chuckles and motioned Caesar to look at the drunk on the table. "We serve these poor souls. You find this inferior wine not to your taste, but for them, it's just right for them to get drunk without spending too much money."
"This country is already very good. It's safe, orderly, and allows people of different races to live together and maintain stability. But no matter what era, there will always be people at the bottom who will be stepped on by others. It just so happens that in this era, we are the ones being stepped on."
"You seem to be very dissatisfied," Caesar said.
"It's not that I'm dissatisfied. I'm just venting my emotions."
Although he said that, the waiter's voice still carried a smile. "You know, people like us who live a bitter life are the easiest to have emotions."
"I'm sorry to make you feel uncomfortable. It's mainly because two friends just offended some big shot and were actually taken away by the guards and thrown into the dungeon without any reason. It seems that they may not be able to get out for the rest of their lives."
The waiter stood up and bowed to Caesar in apology. "Thinking of this, I'm really sad and can't suppress my emotions. Sob … sob … sob …"
As he spoke, he actually raised his head, held the eyes on the mask with one hand, and cried.
This guy, from the beginning, had exuded an annoying aura, and now it was getting stronger and stronger. Caesar was curious and suddenly had the idea of looking at the face behind the waiter's mask. He used his psionic power and simply used the X-ray function.
The result disappointed him. Behind the mask was an ordinary, forgettable face that couldn't leave any deep impression. It couldn't even find some features to describe it.
The masked waiter suddenly stopped talking and stopped.
Can you detect psionic power?
Caesar thought.
The waiter put down his hand and crossed his fingers in front of his abdomen. The eyes behind the mask looked at the door behind Caesar without any abnormality. "It seems that your entourage has come."
Caesar looked back as he was told. More than ten soldiers in neat armor rushed in and knelt down on one knee in front of him. The leader was the captain of the guards who had stopped him before.
"My lord."
Caesar had a good impression of this guy and put down the wine glass in his hand. "What's wrong?"
"Lord Long, Governor Margosos was very happy when he heard the news of your arrival in Galanoud. He immediately began to prepare a banquet and specially sent me to invite you."
The captain of the guards paused and said, "My lord, please forgive my previous offense. It was a misunderstanding. We didn't know …"
"Then let's go."
Caesar interrupted him. If he didn't play cards, there was no need to stay in the tavern. There was nothing wrong with meeting the governor of Galanoud.
As he stepped out of the tavern, Caesar looked back and found that the waiter was still standing there with his fingers crossed in front of his abdomen in a respectful posture. The mask remained unchanged, and the face behind the mask remained unchanged.