MTL - Sword of Daybreaker-Chapter 1505 Stayed

An invitation comes from a magical artificial intelligence who claims to be one of the last administrators of this land, and the invited place is the once capital of this country that has disappeared.

What’s more noteworthy is that this is not the only “invitation” Maggie heard today—just not long ago, in contact with the mysterious silver-haired girl who claimed to be the “Morning Star”, the other party also conveyed an invitation. Now Maggie still clearly remembers the oral message relayed by the "Morning Star" lady: Lady Ye invited Gawain Cecil and his outstanding guards to visit the city of a thousand towers.

She temporarily suppressed the speculation about the relationship between "Morning Star" and the "Bena Dido" in front of her, but her expression became serious: "The city of a thousand towers... the girl who claimed to be the "Morning Star" also mentioned it. The city of a thousand towers, does that city still exist?"

"Of course it exists. As long as the Lord of the Night is still there, the City of Thousand Towers will exist forever-whether it is in the real world or outside the border," Bernadette smiled faintly, "I know what you are thinking. You already know the secrets of the Violet Kingdom, so most of you think that everything in this kingdom has disappeared with the awakening of the dream of the gods, but in fact there is not only the dreamland here, or in other words..."

Bernadette paused slightly at this point, and smiled more heavily on her face: "In this world, dreams and reality are never distinct."

"I often hear this sentence from our Majesty—well, I believe the city of a thousand towers is still there," Maggie nodded slightly, "but can I ask why we are invited to the city of the thousand towers? Cheng? The girl named Chenxing mentioned this before, but she invited our majesty and... well, probably Miss Amber."

Maggie hesitated when she talked about it at the end. Although from the context of the time and the logic of the whole thing, she felt that the objects that Chen Xing mentioned when retelling the "invitation" from Ms. Ye were Gao Wen and Humber, but Once the words "outstanding guard" are added, she feels weird. She always feels that this description seems to be deliberate, but it makes her subconsciously suspicious...

Benadido did not pay attention to the small pause in Maggie's last words. The magical AI that survived the disappearance of the Violet Kingdom just maintained his gentle smile as before, and said unhurriedly: "Mo Diehl...great mortal adventurer, your journey is magnificent, and your feats last forever in the night...but I would like to ask, after experiencing such a long adventure, I have encountered so many difficulties, dangers and strange things. Are you tired after the incident?"

Modil stared at the holographic projection floating in the air quietly. The great adventurer seemed to perceive something at this moment. His eyes flickered slightly, and after a short period of thought, it brightened again. His old face appeared. A smile appeared: "Not at all—and I think I have taken a long enough break this time."

"Very well, then please go to the city of a thousand towers. A true adventurer will not grow old on a comfortable bed. The Lord of Night also hopes that you can continue your journey."

Benedetto said in a gentle voice. She bent down slightly to Modil, as if to pay tribute to a great person, and Modil chose to accept it calmly—to accept this tribute and also to accept it. invite.

"I understand, it's mainly to invite me, right," the old mage smiled cheerfully, "rest assured, I will go...the legendary city with a thousand towers, I really want to see it. ."

Benedetto straightened up, she nodded lightly, and then glanced around, looking at Maggie and the concentrating soldiers nearby: "Then I won't bother you to rest much... Don't worry, near the'Monument' The open space is a peaceful place under the night. As long as you don’t enter the dense forest when the night is at its strongest, you won’t be affected by the power of the shadows. Limited, please forgive me."

As the voice fell, the beautiful lady quietly took two steps back in the magical illusion, and then her figure began to fade away. After just a few seconds, there was only a little scattered glow in the air. .

A cold night breeze blew across the forest clearing. Maggie took a light breath, let the chill cool her mind, then turned her head to look at Modil: "You...make sure you want to go to the thousand towers as the other party said. City? Although our goal was to explore the core area of ​​the Violet Kingdom from the beginning, we have encountered such a mysterious person twice in a row and received two consecutive invitations to the city of a thousand towers... I always feel this Things are disturbing."

"Of course I am going. I have accepted the invitation," Modil said calmly. "Actually, there is nothing disturbing...or on this violet island covered by shadows, the disturbing things are not bad. And this one. In any case, this invitation is related to Ms. Ye. If an ancient **** wants to harm people, he probably doesn’t have to adopt such a complicated method. I am more inclined that he wants to communicate with us. It is only limited by a certain state. There is no need for such a roundabout way."

"...Since this is your judgment, then I approve it," Maggie hesitated and nodded slightly, "but there is one more thing I don't understand."

Modil raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"Morning Star and Bernadette... They each brought two invitations, both from Ms. Ye, both pointing to the city of a thousand towers, and both found us. The only difference is that they invite different people," Maggie thought. As he said, "Do you think that these two invitations were instructed by Ms. Ye? If so... then why did he send two different'messengers'? Directly let Morningstar or Benadido pass the message to you Is it all right?"

Listening to Maggie's analysis, Modil squeezed the beard on his chin subconsciously: "Indeed, your suspicion makes sense...Anyway, it's also a letter. If it's all the instructions of Ms. Ye, then send someone to pass the message. It's complete, but in the end, He sent two people, and one of them even talked to you about the mysterious things..."

The old mage fell into thinking while talking. As a well-known spellcaster, he was equally knowledgeable in the fields of mystery and symbolism. Therefore, after a moment of thinking, he vaguely guessed something: "This arrangement must have its deep meaning. As an ancient god, the'words' sent by Ms. Ye are not just'words', but are mostly some kind of interference or correction of specific events. Morningstar...Yes, the'invitation' sent by Morningstar points to His Majesty Gawain and Humber. Miss, I feel that this is like trying to establish some kind of'connection' on purpose."

"Deliberately establish contact?" Maggie frowned. She felt that she could no longer keep up with the old mage's thinking. "What contact should be established?"

"The girl named Morningstar claimed to be an officer of the MIB, and she called Amber the director, but you also said that the MIB doesn't have a shadow affairs department at all, let alone an officer with distinctive characteristics like Morningstar," Mo Dill said casually, "Don't you think this is weird? There is no need to lie about this..."

Maggie lowered her head thoughtfully, and Modil waved her hand when she saw it: "Don't think about it so much now. I just said casually. After all, I don't even know this secret about myself. Anyway, one thing is probably true. Ms. Ye is using various methods to convey news to the real world, and Amber and I are obviously the best breakthrough point for individuals who are in "connection" with him, although I don’t know why, your Majesty. Will be involved too... But most of what Ms. Ye has to do is very important, and there is no delay in it.

"So, we report what happened here and let your majesty make a judgment. This is what we should do the most."

In the darkening night, Maggie looked into the eyes of the adventurer and nodded slowly.

…

The night is dark, the towering tower stands quietly in the endless night, and the sky is full of stars like a long river across the sky. The star shines on the spire of the tower and the quaint mottled walls, dark purple. The spires and the rows of houses around the towers seem to have been silent for thousands of years in the dark.

At the top of the tower, the "eye of night" that once overlooked the entire kingdom has been extinguished. Only the huge black base is bathed in stars. The cold wind blows through the guardrails and support pillars around the base, bringing down bursts of depression in the night sky. Around the towers, the once prosperous cities have long been empty. The classical buildings and towers stacked up as if violating geometric laws are like ghosts in the dark, stretching themselves curved under the stars Lines and mottled spires.

This is the royal capital of violets, the ancient city of a thousand towers. There used to be a magnificent and prosperous dreamland, which carries the memories of countless years and the lives of countless residents. There were also profound scholars, outstanding artists, and Brilliant words, and the music and singing flowing in the streets and alleys—and generations of scholars from the outside spend a short time in this city to study, and see some truth in a violet dreamland.

Until the end of this magnificent and prosperous dream.

Nowadays, the residents of the city have left—they awakened from the dream of the real world and returned to their true "hometown", just like any dream that wakes up in the morning, the mind after waking up is no longer the same as that. There is no fusion in the dream.

However, after all, it is a powerful and ancient "god" that shapes this dream. For this extraordinary dream world, the departure of the "resident" is not the end of everything. The city of a thousand towers still stands quietly in it. A place that has stood for countless years, just as Benadido said, as long as the Lord of the Night is still there, the city of a thousand towers will exist forever.

Under the curtain of night, a figure slowly climbed to the highest point of the tower. This figure was dressed in a dark robe and carried a lantern with a pale light in his hand. He came to the once-placed "Eye of Night" without delay. On his platform, he looked up at the rune frame and the pillars that appeared more and more hollow in the dark.

A cold wind blowing from a distance suddenly lifted his hood, and his hood fell down, revealing an overly pale face—he was black-haired, black-eyed, tall and thin, and distant stars shone on him. A halo was outlined around him, and a little light directly penetrated his body, making this figure look like a translucent ghost.

After standing for a long time under the night of the night, this figure slowly moved forward. He casually hung the pale lantern on the pillar beside him, and then raised his hand to a brazier on the open ground not far away. It was dark red. 'S magic power hit the grease in the brazier, and the raging flame immediately burned, illuminating a small area near the Eye of Night.

Seeing the flames beating in front of him, the last ruler of the Violet Kingdom, Prince Nash Nalt, showed a smile on his face and exhaled slightly.

And shortly after the flame ignited, a creaking sound of iron boots stomping on the ground suddenly came from the side. Prince Nash suddenly looked back and saw an extraordinarily tall man whose whole body was covered in heavy armor. The figure strode out from the nearby shadows, like a gloomy knight walking out of a picture scroll, every step it took was heavy as if it were directly on the heart of a person.

When there were still a few steps away, the "gloomy knight" covered in armor suddenly drew out the long sword around his waist and hacked it forward without hesitation.

Prince Nash just raised his eyebrows and waved forward. A hazy, imaginary whip-like shadow swept through his hands, directly hitting the "sullen knight"'s armor and hitting the latter. Flying out, accompanied by a harsh noise and a violent crash, the armor was scattered on the ground, empty inside.

"Benadedo, this is not fun at all," Prince Nash said helplessly to the brazier not far away, "especially if you use my favorite collection to do this."

The blazing flames in the brazier immediately jumped twice, and Bernadido's slightly distorted figure jumped out from it, holding his arms and looking at Prince Nash: "Come on, you say that every set of armor here is your best Favorite collection, even the two torn sacks I found out of the warehouse last time, you said it was your collection—but when you knocked them over, you didn’t see your heartache at all. And I’m not trying to make the court dim. Is it a little lively here?"

"The excitement you are talking about is controlling a bunch of hollow armors and unmanned tools running around the entire tower?" Prince Nash rolled his eyes, "and pretended that the magic was out of control and attacked me with a giant sword. Head?"

"Lost control is a part of magical surprises," Benadido took it for granted, "What is a mage without losing control?"

"...I really should look up who wrote you the master character back then," Prince Nash glared at Benadido, who was maintained by the fire, and then a little helpless. "But then again, the writer is at this time. Anyway, I’m back, and I’m probably not afraid that I will trouble him... Forget it, let’s not talk about it, have you been in contact with those visitors?"

"I got in touch, and it went smoothly. They didn't immediately drew out their swords and attacked me with excitement, nor did they blow up the node monument directly-there was information that the Cecils would immediately detonate a large amount of explosives as long as they were stimulated. It's really an exaggeration," Benadido nodded, "I have conveyed to them the will of the Lord of the Night, and they—especially the great adventurer, have already accepted the invitation."

"Accepted?" Prince Nash nodded, "Yes, it seems that the lady's judgment is indeed correct..."

"The lady knows the great adventurer well, and knows better than us clumsy people who have been blindfolded by the power of the reverse tide," Bernadette said unceremoniously, "but you, you really don't Are you planning to go back?"