I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 29 Moria

Not long after the two of Xia left the hospital, the sky of the imperial capital was shrouded in dark clouds. Under the leaden gray sky, the entire avenue was submerged in thick water vapor.

The imperial palace was also covered by a gray water curtain, as if standing in a thick fog, and the entire imperial capital was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

Moria's room is on the east side of the palace, on the left side of the oval office where the emperor handles government affairs, and you can enter it by opening the door.

Compared with Alicia's room, this room is more in line with the style of the royal family. It covers an area of ​​more than 100 square meters. The floor is covered with low-pile precious carpets, and even the walls are velvet.

The furniture placed inside is all custom-made by famous masters, and the wood used is expensive, the ceiling is golden and the curtains are made of satin fabric with luster.

The portrait was obviously done by a top painter, and all the details were meticulous, just like a photo, and it was a woman in the portrait.

A woman with long black hair, wearing a blue long skirt with a large skirt, sitting on a chair, with her legs together and leaning to one side, with her hands on her thighs, elegant and dignified.

Her appearance is very similar to Alicia's, but compared to Alicia's, her appearance is closer to the east, with a more gentle feeling.

"That's Moria's wife, Anya," Silas said.

In a corner of this bedroom, Shaar and Sebastian were sitting on both sides of a three-legged table. There were some palace snacks on the table, which Sebastian didn't know where to get them.

Char recognized one of the pastries, he had eaten it in the past, it was called Napoleon cake.

But it has nothing to do with Napoleon, it's just a misrepresentation of some homophonic aspects.

The French name of this cake is Mille-feuille, which means a thousand layers of meringue, so it is also called a thousand layers of pastry.

He only ate it once because it was too expensive and the crisping process was complicated.

Shaar picked up a Napoleon and looked at it carefully. It was a little different from what he used to eat, but the interlayer between the puff pastry was still very rich, with not only whipped cream, but also custard sauce.

He tried to put it in his mouth and took a bite, the crispy and loose meringue was bitten open, and then he tasted the tenderness of fresh cream and custard sauce inside, the fragrance of milk bloomed in it, and the multi-layered taste spread in his mouth The taste buds are shown successively, and the sweetness is also moderate.

After losing his heart, appetite was one of the few desires he still had.

Char took out the wine that Sebastian had given him before, and took out two glass goblets from nowhere.

He opened the cork of the wine and poured the wine into the glass. Against the background of the glass, the wine exudes an intoxicating peach red like a rose.

He placed one of the wine glasses next to Sebas.

The rich aroma of the wine enters the nasal cavity with the breath, and just smelling it makes people intoxicated. The wine brewed by the gods is indeed different from ordinary wine.

Char held out his wine glass to Sebas as a gesture of cheers.

But Sebastian didn't move. He looked at the wine glass in front of him, with obvious struggles on his face, and then smiled helplessly at Shaar.

"Let's wait until I finish the last order. There used to be a god of death who liked to drink while working, and then made a big mess."

Shaar raised his eyebrows and nodded, "It really should be like this."

He took back the wine glass and took a sip of it. The rich aroma of the wine bloomed between his lips and teeth, and every taste bud on the tip of his tongue was jumping for joy. It was not only a physical enjoyment, but also a spiritual and spiritual penetration.

Even though it has been in the belly for a long time, the lingering fragrance still lingers between the lips and teeth.

The alcohol content is within the acceptable range for him. The higher the alcohol content, the better it is. It is also related to the rest of the production process. There are also some low-alcohol drinks that many people like.

Xia Ya looked at the other corner of the bedroom while savoring the red wine.

Yes, there are still many people in this room. An old man with gray hair and a thin figure is lying on the bed. He seems to be dying, but it seems that there are still some obsessions supporting him.

Obviously, this should be what Silas said, the emperor of Britannia, Moria.

Even the owner of this huge empire of more than 1000 million square kilometers is no different from ordinary people when facing death.

There are many people around, including doctors in black robes, and some noble men and women of different ages in gorgeous dresses.

But none of them noticed that in the corner of the bedroom, two people whom no one knew were enjoying pastries while quietly watching all this.

Even the aroma of the wine, they couldn't smell it at all, as if there was an air wall separating the two into two dimensions.

A beautiful young woman was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the thin palm of the dying old man with one hand, and wiping the tears that kept coming out of the corners of her eyes with a tissue in the other.

She looks very young, without any wrinkles on her face, but her eyes and temperament are very mature. She looks about 30 years old. She has a Roman curl that many European ladies would wear, and she is wearing a long beige dress.

"That's Moria's eldest daughter, Isabel." Sebastian introduced, "The first heir to the empire, the blond man next to her is his husband, Fast, a prince from a fallen royal family, Abandoned the throne and naturalized Britannia."

Shaar nodded, and at this moment, the door on one side suddenly opened, and another younger woman staggered in.

She looked like that Isabelle, only with longer hair.

"Father, father!"

Seeing Moria like this, the woman choked up and shouted. She sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed Moria's other hand, and sobbed softly.

"I'm back, father."

"That should be his second daughter?" Xia Ya asked.

Sebastian nodded, "It's Eugenia."

After a pause, he continued, "In the past few years, the emperor's health has not been very good. His two daughters, his younger brother, and the forces behind him are all taking advantage of this opportunity to compete with each other. that power."

Shaar nodded, this should be the reason why people like Rick appeared
Moria's cloudy eyes turned her head, but she was not looking at the woman, but at the door when she came. The door was still slightly open, but no one came in anymore.
Isabel seemed to know what Moria was thinking, and said, "Don't worry, father, we have used all the secret police in the imperial capital and the surrounding troops.

Tomorrow we will issue an announcement, the whole emperor. No, we will issue rewards nationwide to mobilize the power of the people.

As long as she is in Britannia, Alicia will be found by us. "

Her husband Fast also said on the side, "Alicia is the third heir, if it's because of a dispute over the throne, or something else.

She will most likely be used as a bargaining chip to threaten us later, so until they get what they want, she should be safe. "

Moria remained silent, his gaze was withdrawn from the gate, he took a few deep breaths with effort, and his complexion turned a little rosy.

He stared at the portrait in front of him with deep eyes, as if he was recalling the past, then he spoke slowly.

"When Alicia first arrived at the palace, she didn't like the etiquette class in the palace.

Therefore, I often think of various ways to skip class.
Fake illness, or hide.
But it didn't work"

His voice was hoarse and weak.

"Later... she cried to me every day, and I told her the locations of several secret passages in the palace.

When I was a child, I often used that secret path to escape from the palace to play, and I was scolded a lot for this.

But she is much smarter than me, and she only goes out for a few hours and comes back every time.

This made those maids think that Her Royal Highness Alicia had some special talent in hide-and-seek. "

Moria grinned with a smile.

After a pause, he took a deep breath and continued: "However, it was discovered one day."

"She's been missing for a long, long time.
The people I sent out to guard her outside the palace also confirmed that she had entered the secret passage, but neither the palace nor the secret passage could find her.

At that time, as it is now, many people looked for it, but they couldn't find it.

Where do you think she was found in the end? "

Moria smiled, but then coughed violently, and after a little relief, he continued.

"In a hard-to-see corner of the secret passage, she fell asleep.

There are tens of thousands of people in the entire emperor looking for her, anxious for her, but she just fell asleep there.

Later, Alicia and I were severely scolded by your mother. "

Isabel also seemed to recall the scene at that time, and subconsciously showed a smile on her face.

But then she heard Moria continue.

"But now... I guess she can't even find the entrance to the secret passage.
Lost her again, your mother should scold me again. "

Isabel raised her head, and Moria was looking at the other side in a daze. She turned her head and saw the portrait of her mother.

Her eye sockets were red again, she lowered her head and remained silent.

"The glass of milk was for me." Moria's voice was weak, "It should be me who is blind."

"It's none of your business, it was obviously done by those rebels who wanted to kill the king!" Eugenia said excitedly.

"No, it's because of me."

Moria looked at the portrait with blurred eyes, as if imagining another possibility.

"If I hadn't returned to the palace, inherited the throne, and been involved in this endless vortex.

Maybe, she won't be blind, and your mother, maybe she won't die either.

Perhaps Alicia is not missing either, and her life or death is uncertain. "

He laughed at himself.

"But in this world... where are there so many ifs?"

Suddenly, he coughed violently again, this time the cough was extremely violent, as if he was about to cough out his lungs, and then he spit out a mouthful of black and red blood on the cup.

"Father!" Eugenia shouted excitedly.

Moria held the hands of Eugenia and Isabel tightly, his bloodshot eyes stared at the boss, breathing heavily, but already the intake was too much and the output was less.

He looked at his two daughters, tried to utter a few syllables with trembling lips, but couldn't hear clearly.
"I will definitely find her, father." Isabel cried and responded, not sure if she really heard it clearly.

Moria looked at the portrait not far away, her obsessive eyes completely lost their charm, her mouth was slightly opened up and down, and her face lost all color, like a withered branch, full of lifelessness.

Isabel and Eugenia kept calling for their father, kept calling, crying and crying.

However, he has stopped responding.
(End of this chapter)