Abnormal crossing

Chapter 184 Shocking Change (Part 2)

At this moment.

The dinner scene.

The musicians sat upright on carved benches, their fingers still dancing lightly on the strings, the clear and melodious sound of the guqin flowing, the melody unchanged in the slightest.

The singers, with their graceful figures and slightly parted lips, sang ancient poems, their voices as melodious as a babbling brook.

But everyone's eyes seemed to be another organ that didn't belong to them, staring straight at Ophelia.

It's just like.
Looking at some priceless treasure.

An eerie atmosphere, like a cold mist, slowly spread throughout the hall.

But Ophelia was completely oblivious to this strange change. The sixth princess of Bosca quickly signed her name after picking up the pen.

And just as she put down her pen...

The rhythm in the hall seemed to pause slightly, and the musicians' fingers stopped for a note.

But then, everyone's attention shifted away from Ophelia, and the scene returned to normal.

Everything was so light and joyful.

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Ophelia then laid the document flat and looked up at Boko III, saying, "Father, I have signed it."

Upon hearing this, the deceased person standing nearby immediately stepped forward, took the document, and quickly delivered it to the area below the platform.

The chief attendant, who had been waiting there, took the document, walked up to the platform, and handed it to Boko III.

Boko III's slightly drooping face twitched a few times as he eagerly laid the document flat on the table and began to read it.

After a while.

"it is good!"

The supreme ruler of the Persian civilization suddenly slammed his hand on the table, an unnatural flush rising to his face: "Ophelia, you did very well!"

In an emotional state.

The voice of the Persian monarch even trembled slightly.

But soon.

Boko III's expression returned to normal. He beckoned to his chief squire, instructing her to deliver the document to Samantha Ya Seq, the head of the Heraldry, while simultaneously raising his cup to Jokovin:

"Your Excellency, come, let's have another drink!"

Qiao Kewen gave him a meaningful look and raised his glass in the distance.

After finishing his drink, Giovanni gently stroked the rim of his crystal glass with his fingertips and asked Boko III, "Your Majesty, you seem rather agitated by a mere statement?"

“Perhaps,” Boko III said with a forced smile, his wrinkles deepening at the corners of his eyes. “After all, it concerns the future arrangements for members of the royal family. Your Excellency may not know this, but Ophelia was previously the only royal child whose future was still uncertain, and this has been a topic of discussion in the court for a long time.”

Qiao Kewen remained silent.

Boko III wasn't lying—at least the situation he described objectively exists.

Of the current dozen or so royal children.

Regardless of who ultimately wins the crown prince position, his competitors will automatically receive the title of prince, and the fates of the remaining members have also been decided:

For example, the second princess, Lina, will become the chief stargazer; the fourth princess, Amy, will marry the eldest son of the Minister of War; and the eighth prince will command a combat unit in the army, and so on.
Even the two twin princesses, barely two years old, had been betrothed by Boko III and would marry upon reaching adulthood. Only Ophelia remained in a special situation with her whereabouts uncertain—after all, she was the only one with a powerful backer like Jokovin.

Of course.

This is merely the stated reason.

“By the way, Your Excellency,” Boko III then seemed to remember something and said casually, “Since Ophelia has signed the declaration, let her return to the Star Sea with the Khan. What do you think?”

“Of course I have no objection,” Jokowen said, looking at his niece with the air of a kind elder, almost reaching out to pat Ophelia’s head. “Anyway, it’s on the way. It’s good to save Bosca some energy. It’s not cheap to go back and forth like this.”

“Energy is secondary. The key is that the Khan will escort us on our return journey, which will ensure greater safety,” Boko III waved his hand. A person of his status certainly wouldn’t spend that little bit of money. “The four neutron stars at the core of the Maze Belt are currently experiencing strong earthquakes, and the accident rate in the Tombstone Belt is much higher than usual. The Khan is much safer than ordinary spaceships.”

As he spoke, a hint of hesitation appeared on his face at just the right moment: "However, Ophelia only took personal leave from the academy this time, so her stay in Boska is limited, which may conflict with the governor's plans."

Qiao Kewen tapped his fingers on the table a few times: "So His Majesty means that I should return early?"

"That depends on the Governor's personal plans; it's just a suggestion," Boko III said tactfully. "Anyway, the Governor has too many old friends on the home planet who have passed away. In my opinion, the itinerary could perhaps be made more efficient."

"Really?" Jokovin's smile widened. "What about my sister? Is she still in Boska?"

Boko III paused for a moment, then stared into Jokowen's eyes: "If Ophelia intends to stay in the Star Sea in the future, it is not impossible for Adele to go with her."

“Your Majesty is truly a generous and benevolent monarch,” Jokowen turned to look at Adele and her daughter sitting beside him, and gently shook his head. “But I still can’t bear to part with my old friends in Mold, so let’s forget about returning early. It won’t be a big problem for Ophelia to return a little later; at most, her GPA will be deducted—anyway, that girl has never received a scholarship, she’s definitely a poor student, so let her be deducted.”

Boko III also sighed: "In that case, then so be it. Your Excellency, I'll toast you one more time."

talking.

Boko III picked up a glass of bright red juice from the corner of the table with his somewhat withered hand.

Qiao Kewen, still smiling, picked up a glass of baijiu, as if he hadn't noticed anything: "To Your Majesty."

Boko III shielded his face with his sleeve and drank the juice in one gulp.

And just as he placed the wine glass on the table.

boom--

Suddenly, a violent tremor came from the floor of the main hall, as if some enormous creature had awakened underground.

The floating lights on the dome shook violently, their brilliant light flickering on and off, and a lot of the drinks on the table were spilled.

However, the royal family members and court officials present seemed oblivious to the situation, as if nothing had happened.

Upon seeing this, Jokowi frowned slightly and looked at Boko III with a questioning gaze: "Your Majesty, what is this?"

Boko III rose from his throne amidst the tremors, his drooping eyelids quivering slightly as he let out a barely audible sigh: "Governor Jokowen, you're a smart man. Why not just pretend we're all fools and let it all pass? You'd be better off, I'd be better off, everyone would be better off. Why did you have to court death?"

Done.

Boko III gave Jokowen no time to reply, but instead looked up at Samantha Sek, the head of the Heraldry: "Samantha, do it!"

The voice just fell.

The scroll of statement that Samantha Seik placed in front of her suddenly transformed into countless thin black threads, instantly enveloping Ophelia.

Before Jokowen and Jin could react, Ophelia was completely...
Disappeared.

Note:
Last night, a lucky person won two prizes in the lucky draw.
The test results came back: premature ventricular contractions (PVCs), the number was a bit high, but thankfully it wasn't heart failure. A friend helped me contact another more authoritative hospital and specialist, and now I'm preparing to go for a more detailed examination and to develop a treatment plan. Updates may be less frequent in the next few days, I'm overwhelmed.

(End of this chapter)