There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game-Chapter 855 - 715 General Royce_2
Chapter 855 -715 General Royce_2
It does look a bit offending to the eyes.
General Rois’s face was cold and stern, appearing to be in his late twenties. There was no embarrassment or evasion in his eyes. Instead, he was gazing forthrightly at the Pope of Light ahead of him.
The Leader of the Bright Moon did not show any change in expression.
It was as if he was not seeing a disfigured general but simply a regular one. In fact, there was a hint of relaxation in his heart.
—Thinking to himself, ‘Well, this kid knows his place, saving the Pontiff the trouble of speaking another word.’
Xu Shuo, however, seemed quite interested in sizing up the other party.
In his view.
There were some gray marks on General Rois’s face.
But the gray was very light, and somewhat intangible, like a layer of mosaic smeared on top, hazy and indistinct.
More importantly.
There was none of this when Xu Shuo first saw him before coming to meet with the Pope of Light, so it must have been deliberately made up on the way here.
The other party knew that removing the helmet was inevitable.
General Rois was also intently observing the Pope of Light.
He attempted to discern something from that half-veiled face.
And in the next moment.
The slightly pale lips beneath the Sun Crown helmet suddenly curled up, as if the Pope of Light had thought of something amusing, that subtle smile becoming intriguingly elusive.
General Rois harbored some doubts and probes in his heart, but his face remained impassive.
Until the other party spoke: “How interesting, looking at you, I get a feeling that you bear some resemblance to the descendants of the Varo Royal Family.”
Rois’s gaze flickered slightly.
But without showing any emotion, he glanced subtly at the Leader of the Bright Moon Knight Order beside him.
Subsequently, upon hearing this, the Leader of the Bright Moon showed a somewhat puzzled expression, seriously appraising Rois’s face, although the perplexity did not fade.
To tell the truth.
With a face so ruined, if one really had to point out a resemblance to the Varo Royal Family, it might be those blue eyes.
However, the eyes of the Varo Royal Family were mostly aqua blue and not so vivid in color.
Nevertheless, the Leader of the Bright Moon did not express anything about this.
Since the Pontiff says so.
Then so be it!
General Rois withdrew his probing gaze.
As if resignedly, he said: “The Pope of Light may have misunderstood. My full name is Rois Russo. I have been raised in the military since childhood. I dare not be connected with the descendants of the Imperial Royal Family.”
Xu Shuo, however, just smiled noncommittally and said, “At your age, you are either the descendant of some Imperial Prince, or, you are a descendant of Wald XVIII.”
In an instant, the expression on General Rois’s face became slightly rigid, and his eyes showed a flicker of perturbation.
The Leader of the Bright Moon seemed to sense something—he suddenly placed his hand on the hilt of his Knight’s Sword and shifted slightly, eyeing Rois with an unfriendly gaze.
But before the atmosphere became tense…
Xu Shuo suddenly looked at the sky and said, “The sun has set a bit more, do not keep Wald XVIII’s banquet waiting, let’s go.”
After speaking, he walked down the slope on his own.
The previously inconspicuous Church Acolyte by his side now displayed his presence, hastily holding up the canopy and following the Pope’s steps, with the Leader of the Bright Moon following closely behind, still vigilant of General Rois’s reaction.
Xu Shuo passed by the stationary General Rois, giving him a sidelong glance, then lightly laughed, and withdrew his gaze.
He carried with him a very comfortable warmth.
Like the warmth of the sun, or a bounty from the God of Light, enigmatic and elusive.
General Rois turned back to look.
Seeing the Pope of Light enter the procession of the Holy Court’s Military, surrounded by a crowd of devout believers who had been waiting long, until his figure disappeared again upon the Throne of Light, that sense of warmth also vanished.
The Pope’s true visage remained just as enigmatic.
Even within the City of Light, many Archbishops have not seen the true face of the Pope of Light; they have only witnessed that resplendent and majestic figure.
The Sun Crown helmet he wore might just be an object of Radiance.
No one could see through the intense light, see the truth hidden beneath it.
All they could see.
Were the indistinct flares of the sun’s light.
…
“General Rois.”
After sending the Pontiff back to the Holy Seat, the Leader of the Bright Moon approached General Rois, who was still standing in place, and gestured for him to follow.
Coming back to his senses with a smile, General Rois put his helmet back on, revealing only a pair of eyes hidden in the shadows, and then he spurred his horse back to join the Imperial Army’s ranks.
Accompanied by a sharp sound of the bugle horn, the magnificent Holy Court procession continued on its way.
…
The Throne of Light.
Once Xu Shuo returned to his carriage, he found that the table full of food had been completely eaten, without leaving a trace, as if swept away by a tornado conjured by a starving ghost.
And when he entered, the Ice and Snow Elf was still curling up in the corner, appearing to be withdrawn.
Only this time, the withdrawal.
Seemed somewhat guilty.
Xu Shuo called over a Church Acolyte to clean up the leftover dishes in the carriage and tidy up the somewhat disheveled carriage carpet.
The Church Acolyte worked silently with bowed head the entire time, not daring to look at the Papal Lord, nor daring to glance at the mysterious maidservant coiled in the corner.
After the Church Acolyte finished cleaning and left.
Only then did Xu Shuo speak: “Are you full?”
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Catalina: “…”
“Speak.”
“I… *hic*…”
“…”
And then, the carriage became quiet again.
With over a dozen dishes of luxurious food, Xu Shuo had only tasted a little of each and ended up filling himself up.
And now the Ice and Snow Elf has cleaned them all up.
Has it been eight hundred years since she last had a meal?
Oh, perhaps Ice and Snow Elves really have no meals to eat.
After a while.
Catalina snapped out of her withdrawn state and sat up straight, saying: “Thank you, I have eaten to my fill.”
Xu Shuo looked at her with amusement: “Now that you’ve eaten, get to work. For a purebred Elf, the distance just now was close enough, wasn’t it? Did you sense anything?”
Catalina nodded: “Indeed, there’s a hint of Mixed-blood Elves’ aura.”
“Are you sure it’s him?”
“It should be.”
“Hmm.”
After confirming, Xu Shuo did not ask further and instead reclined on the couch, his eyes brimming with interest.
Their brief encounter.
Who knows what the other party managed to confirm.
…
…
In the Eastern Continent, the Holy Court Army is en route to the Royal Capital.
While at the edges of the Eastern Continent, within the Amiciya Mountains.
The Order of the Sun Knights is still trapped here.
Zuo Fang is immersed in studying the Magic Sigils with dilemma.
Actually, he had already tentatively cast a spell once, and the reason they had not yet broken out is that people outside the valley seem to be monitoring them at all times.
Upon detecting his stance to break the formation,
They immediately released a group of beasts to cause interference.
Moreover, there were Magical Beasts among them!
The appearance of Magical Beasts in the Amiciya Mountains signifies that the Ice and Snow Elf who had escaped earlier might have also noticed the changes here and took the opportunity to meddle.
But it’s uncertain if they are wary of something.
The parties involved have never come in for a head-on confrontation.
Even now, that dragon is not transforming and displaying divine power; instead, he lays there looking like he’s about to starve to death.
“I’m just asking you to buy some time, you’re eating and then sleeping—are you a pig?”
Zuo Fang glares at the young man lying there.
Luo Kun pats his belly: “The consumption was too great, I transformed twice yesterday, I can’t do it anymore.”
The Order of the Sun Knights is suppressing the beasts around them.
And this dragon just lies there gazing at the sky.
Zuo Fang scoffs right away: “Not able to transform, so did you maintain a human form every day back at Black Dragon Island? How are you not simply starving to death? You are a dragon in essence, maintaining a human form isn’t saving any energy at all!”
Luo Kun turns his head and smiles: “Eating a dragon can sustain energy for a hundred years, if you let me eat it, it should last for about ten years, I guess.”
Upon hearing this, Zuo Fang shivers.
Surviving by consuming one’s own kind?
No wonder this guy got this role…
It sounds quite detrimental to human morals.
After saying this, Luo Kun’s gaze returns to the azure sky, watching that streak of sunlight and mutters quietly: “Just a little longer.”
Beast hunting requires waiting for the right moment.
The real prey hasn’t appeared yet.
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