Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 514 Everyone is annoying, except Liu Yonglu (4k+)

On the city wall of Harun, Upper Kurt Governor Tariq, dressed in full armor, was inspecting the defense of the city wall while listening to the report from his adjutant.

Looking at the drowsy and listless appearance of the soldiers and the siege equipment of the Kurds under the city, Tariq frowned. It was not that the war was unfavorable to his side, but he was about to die in the face of the city being breached.

It was just that the current battle situation, whether it was the defenders or the attackers, was filled with an inexplicable weirdness. Both sides seemed to be a little uninterested, but the war for all of Kurt had still begun! ?

"Didn't Grand Duke Zahir give any specific tactical instructions? Should we continue to hold the city or go out of the city and fight back?"

Tariq pinched his brows.

"No, His Excellency the Grand Duke has been handling daily documents in the palace recently. He has neither participated too much in the battlefield nor... avoided it."

The adjutant felt a little guilty as he spoke. He had just met Grand Duke Zahir two days ago. The leader of Upper Kurt seemed very calm, or rather too calm. The adjutant had the feeling that Grand Duke Zahir did not want to rebel at all.

"You go down first, I'll think about it alone."

Tariq swung the scimitar in his hand twice out of boredom. He had been troubled by too many things recently. First, Miss Soraya's marriage fell through for no reason, and then his adopted son Ismail disappeared. Later, the upper and lower Kurts suddenly started fighting...

As the most powerful governor of Upper Kurt, he actually had no idea what was going on from beginning to end!
In fact, a civil war is just a civil war, and it’s no big deal.

At the beginning, many warlike nobles in Upper Kurt were still very much looking forward to it. After all, if the civil war was won, these people would be able to divide up large tracts of land and countless wealth.

But...why can't we fight?

According to the news brought back a few days ago, a Miss Soraya appeared in Oia Port on the wedding day, publicly recounted the atrocities committed by Grand Duke Zahir, and then changed her name to Yasmin.

There are also reports that Grand Duke Zahir sent the high-ranking gods he summoned that day in an attempt to capture all the nobles of Lower Kurt, but in the end he was killed on the spot by Captain Ricky of Mosesad.

Logically, both sides have sufficient reasons to start a war, but why do they sit back and do nothing?
I know the situation of Grand Duke Zahir, so why didn't Heramar order an attack on the city? What's the conspiracy?
What’s even more annoying is that the intelligence system on his side in Oia City is almost paralyzed, and no decent intelligence has been delivered for several days!
This is different from before. Before, all the information about Oia City was sent to Kurt like a tide. How come it was suddenly wiped out?
What is Grand Duke Herama busy with at this moment...it's really unbelievable.

……

In the basement of the royal palace in the city of Oia, Prince Herama slowly walked out of the deepest secret room.

He did not wear exquisite clothes today, but a brown linen robe. His face was smeared with special ointment and he held an incense burner in his hand, which was filled with precious spices.

The staff waiting for him outside the door were also dressed similarly, and everyone had a solemn expression. They all knew that deep underground in the palace was a secret place where the Herama family worshipped the gods, and only when encountering major problems would the contemporary rulers hold a private mass to communicate and ask for divination from the gods.

All the staff, including Balkan, held their breath and dared not speak, while Prince Herama, who was walking towards them, had an illusory expression of both joy and confusion on his face, which looked very unreal.

"Your Excellency, what does the Laurel Fallen say?"

In the end, Balkan couldn't help but ask first, "The Crowned Fallen" is also the title of the god worshipped by the Herama family for generations.

"Lord Laurel meant that... the Sun Chariot was fine, and he was just as shocked."

Prince Herama said slowly, the reason why he had never mustered up the courage to attack Kurt was either because he was worried about something else or because he was worried about Zahir's Sun Chariot.

It was not that he was being stubborn or superstitious, but that Herama was well aware of the terrifying power of the gods. Those unspeakable deep mysteries could not be compensated by military force.

Therefore, as long as the Sun Chariot was not completed, he would not dare to go to war with Grand Duke Zahir.

But the chariot was damaged on the wedding day. Later, when they asked Special Envoy Richie to help repair it, the other party kept saying the same thing: Captain Richie's spirit was severely damaged in the battle with the Blood God. He was talking nonsense at this time and was in a seriously injured state. He couldn't even take care of himself.

I want to repair the car for His Excellency the Prince, but I am unable to do so!
Anyway, every time I sent someone over there, I couldn't find Ricky. Kogan or Millie Tang at the door would stop them and send them back. It would be the same even if I went myself.

Alas, Herama had no idea what to do. If Ricky hadn't turned the tide a few days ago, many people would have died. Now that someone was injured in fighting off the gods, it didn't make sense for him to drag him out of the hospital bed to repair the car.

So Prince Herama had to repair it himself. Liu Yonglu of course didn't care. He said, "If you want to repair it, go ahead. It has nothing to do with me anyway." So he generously let Herama's people carry Xiali away.

Herama urgently summoned all the top mystical scholars in the city of Oia to come and discuss the matter. Even if you don't want to come, we will capture them for you.

After studying it for seven or eight days, I finally came to the conclusion that… I couldn’t understand it! I couldn’t understand it at all!

These people said that they could not understand the mystical knowledge inherited from the Western Continent and had no idea where to start.

In the end, Prince Herama was forced into a corner and had to prepare sacrifices and seek help from the gods.

In the basement, he waited in fear and trepidation, but what he finally got was this result... The Sun Chariot was not broken at all and could be used!
Herama was happy and confused.

Needless to say, he was happy, but he was confused because the gods clearly said there was no problem, but Special Envoy Richie said it was bad. Who should he listen to?

Balkan rolled his eyes and helped analyze:

“Your Excellency, this is how I see it. The Corrupted One is a deity that the royal family has worshipped for hundreds of years, so he will certainly not lie to you.

Special Envoy Rich and you, Your Highness, have established a deep friendship by accident, so it must be true that he said the chariot was destroyed by the gods.

But... no matter how powerful Envoy Richie is, he is still a mortal after all.

I guess the captain of the investigation of Mosesad was being cautious and didn't want you to take risks. In the eyes of the gods, these minor mistakes did not affect the normal use of the chariot, so the two of you had different opinions. There is no right or wrong here."

"Yeah, pretty much what I thought."

Prince Herama nodded. Balkan's analysis was reasonable and should be the case. Oh, Mr. Richie, you are too cautious. Although your starting point is good, but... Oh...

Helama couldn't blame Liu Yonglu, after all, it was he who made the chariot.

"Kaide, Bey, you two follow me down."

Prince Herama randomly picked two aides. Both of them were mystics who had surrendered recently. When they heard Prince Herama calling them, they showed fear on their faces. Everyone else felt relieved.

They all knew what Herama was going to do. Even if the gods had determined that there was no problem with the Sun Chariot, Herama would not dare to try it himself. He would definitely let others try it first.

In any case, this is an extremely dangerous journey of exploration.

The two men did not dare to disobey Herama's wishes and could only follow him into the secret room. Half an hour later, Herama came back with Kaid, but Bey was nowhere to be found.

"Caide, tell everyone what you saw."

There was no more doubt on Herama's face, and his eyes were shining brightly. The fact that one person came back proved that the Sun Chariot was indeed usable.

“Fire, dangerous flames all around, and I also saw two figures with overlapping shadows, and they seemed to be alive!
They chanted spells that I couldn't understand, but I was sure that they contained powerful energy and profound knowledge that I had never felt before.

Once inside, we can control the chariot freely through our thoughts and move in the flaming ruins.

It was at that moment that Bey rashly approached a shadow man, and then he suddenly stood up and started to laugh wildly, and I watched helplessly as his head... peeled off inch by inch, turned into dust, and fell into the flames..."

Caid covered his head, knelt on the ground and screamed hysterically, but his eyes revealed the ecstasy of witnessing great knowledge.

Prince Herama winked at the other staff members and asked them to take Caid away for treatment. "Your Excellency, since the chariot is fine, should we consider the next move against Zahir?"

Balkan suggested.

"Well, now there is nothing to worry about. It's time to let Zaheer have a taste of our power."

Herama stroked his beard and said proudly:

"Go to the Flowing Water Courtyard later and inform them that Special Envoy Rich is fine with the Sun Chariot. I guess Mr. Rich must be feeling very guilty about lying in bed lately.

Let him come over when he has time, and discuss the attack on Kurt.

By the way... bring more gold, the people of the Western Continent like this."

"Don't worry, Prince Herama, I will make sure it's done. If Mr. Richie is too ill, I will inform Ferhat. He has been with him in the flowing water courtyard for the past few days."

"Well, you're doing it very safely."

Balkan held his chest and bowed before leaving the secret room.

……

"Lengbo Lengden Ligen Leng, Lengden Lengden Ligen Leng, you still have to wait a moment..."

In the flowing water courtyard, Liu Yonglu was lying on a bench, eating grapes with his eyes squinting and humming Peking opera.

Oh, it’s still comfortable to have a holiday, sing a little play, lift my feet, take a nap when I’m tired, and eat again when I’m hungry. This little life really gives me the feeling of celebrating Sundays.

"Captain, when are we leaving?"

Liu Yonglu was humming when Kou Gang passed by with something in his arms and asked casually.

"It will be soon. In one or two days at the least, three or four days at the most, we will set sail..." Liu Yonglu shook the fan in his hand and said, "Let's set sail!"

I did stay in Kurt for quite a long time, and there were still important things to do. The Lost Sea hid the secret of the witch's disappearance. For the sake of my wife, I had to work hard.

I have to pick up the children on the way. By the way, I have to call Mi Li'er before leaving and buy some local specialties for Xiaohu and Ling'er.

The two exchanged opinions a few days ago. Although the old witch doctor said that Kurt had hidden Emily Hack's notes, this thing was not a necessity.

Given the current situation, there will inevitably be a fight between Kurt and his superiors, and no one knows how it will turn out. Carol's wedding has already been arranged anyway, so why not wait any longer and let's go.

"Kougan, don't take all that gold with you, it's too heavy, if something happens to the ship, you'll have to throw it all overboard.

Let Sir Gregory bring you some of it, and that's what I did."

Liu Yonglu sat up from his chair, shaking his head, and gave Kou Gang some advice.

"Captain, but... I don't know how much we have to move. Why don't you come with me to take a look?"

Kou Gang lowered his head and thought about it, and it was indeed the case. He took Liu Yonglu to his room.

When the two of them walked to the next courtyard, they saw a mat spread in the middle of the grass, with a person lying on the mat. His posture was also strange. His hands did not support his head, but his ears were pressed on the mat, as if he was feeling some sound coming from underground.

The man's head was covered tightly with a cloth. He was none other than Ferhat, the aide sent by Prince Herama.

"Has he been lying on the ground for the past two days?"

Liu Yonglu asked Kou Gang in a low voice, although Ferhat also lived in the Liushui Courtyard, he was not in the same courtyard as himself. Liu Yonglu rarely went out recently, so he had not seen him in the past two days.

"It's been more than two days, maybe four or five days. Anyway, whenever I pass by this yard, I see him lying on the ground."

Kogan just thought Ferhat was a weirdo and ignored him.

"Oh, okay, then go to your room and wait for me. I'll be there soon."

Kou Gang walked away obediently. Liu Yonglu was actually quite puzzled. Why did Ferhat stay here every day? Was he the same as him? Was he also here to slack off and have some peace and quiet?

"Hey!"

Walking behind Ferhat, Liu Yonglu slapped his shoulder hard, which scared the donkey.

"Bean...Special Envoy Ricky, are you feeling better?"

"Your wife gave birth to a big fat boy for you? Why are you smiling so happily? You promised to paint a fan for me before, did you forget?"

As he was about to leave Kurt, Liu Yonglu remembered his fan.

"Big fat boy? No, no..."

Donkey smiled awkwardly. He was indeed happy. He had clearly sensed the presence of a certain god in recent days. Hey, this was a heavyweight actor. It would be interesting to have him perform opposite Ricky...

The donkey was thinking about something happy when Liu Yonglu came.

"Oh, then...then give me the fan and I'll send it to you when I'm done painting it."

After the donkey finished speaking, he was ready to continue lying down and listening.

"Don't worry, are you doing anything now? If you're not doing anything, you can draw it now. I need it urgently."

Liu Yonglu already knew how to use the fan at this time. He was afraid that Ferhat would damage it, so he decided to paint it on the spot and take it away himself after finishing.

"Oh, oh, okay, where shall we paint?"

Due to its status, the donkey had no choice but to stand up and brush off the grass on its body.

"Where are you going to paint? Let's go to my room. Let's finish painting and have dinner quickly."

Liu Yonglu let the donkey go to his study, prepared the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, and gave him two special instructions:
"Don't touch the paper on the fan with your skin, or you won't be able to get out. I can only find a dustpan to shovel it out for you."

"Okay, I understand. Ancient relics are dangerous, I know."

Donkey was lying in front of the table and painting a fan for Liu Yonglu. As for Liu Yonglu, he was afraid that if he stood beside him and supervised him, it would affect his artistic creation, so he retreated to the back room and lay down on a chair.

It is like two people staying in two rooms without closing the door and can see each other.

Liu Yonglu has nothing to do, so he has to sing. He is tired of singing Peking opera. Hey, why not change to Hebei Bangzi?
"You also pointed me in the wrong direction and told me something. I returned to the study half-believing and half-doubting, only to see her reveal her true form as a demon..."

What a coincidence, Liu Yonglu sang "Painted Skin" today!
(End of this chapter)