Black sail

Chapter 482 CXVI. National Museum

The heavy rain seemed to pull down the dark clouds in the sky, dyeing the city as black as ink. The inextricable gloom and terror enveloped people's hearts.

The capital of Arland is larger than one can imagine. This magnificent city built by giants is truly the center of the world.

The journey took nearly two hours.

Li Site was not here for tourism. He was thinking about things in the carriage and had no time to appreciate the scenery of the imperial capital.

When I came to my senses, I had arrived at Dragon Stone Square.

There are pastures reserved for nobles to park, and commercial areas built on a keel frame that blocks out the sun, blocking all rain.

The carriage stopped, waiting for Li Site to finish his business, and they had to leave the royal city immediately.

"Just wait for me here."

Li Site didn't know what Marcus was up to. He killed him last year, and he didn't report anything about Heywood. Alan didn't seem to care much about Fafner, which made Li Site worried.

But he has gained the power of four of the thirty-three knights who once dominated the continent.

Li Site was not afraid of him.

"You don't know how important you are. My friend, the son of the Lord of Neverwinter Tower, will also support you unconditionally. You are some kind of... the hub of the 27th century of the Holy Spirit Calendar. It's so rare. Do you understand what it means to be the Lord of the Sword who meets those three conditions? I'll go with you."

Nashano couldn't let Lister be in danger. If he died, his life's work would be ruined, and he might even take drugs and kill himself, just like the Shining Knight who killed the emperor.

If Nashano were to say, no matter what kind of nun it was, it would be fine if she died. Even if ten trillion of them died, it would not be as important as the Lord of the Sword.

"also."

Li Site got out of the car and looked at the grassland reserved for the nobles. It was lush and green, and there were some rare magical beasts parked there. The car was also luxurious and restrained.

There were also special waiters who fed meat to the nobles' carriages, things that ordinary people in Pema could not eat during the New Year and other festivals.

He secretly criticized the evil imperialism.

When we left the grassland together with Nashano, there was a small episode on the way. That place was a special stop for nobles, and many young and beautiful female musicians from the third and fourth tier came to chat with us.

But now is not the right time. Nashano scolded her like a shameless prostitute and bitch and she left in disgrace.

Walk towards the Aram National Museum.

Dragon Stone Square covers an area of ​​45,000 acres and is made up of the frame of a silver dragon killed by the Emperor in the past. Due to the dragon's characteristics, its skeleton is immortal for thousands of years, making it an excellent building material.

The two wings of the skeleton and the area covered by the dragon's tail are one of the most prosperous commercial areas in the imperial capital, with delicious food, clothing, jewelry, Dugli high-end orders, and local specialties.

Even on a rainy day there were crowds of people, and from their exquisite clothes and makeup and appearance, Li Site could tell that they were all children of wealthy families, again from well-off families.

Those who can afford to buy a house in the imperial capital are not ordinary people. They are either native Yalanye or outstanding people recruited from China or all over the world. The crowds under the high-rise buildings are bustling and full of prosperity.

The National Museum is under the dragon's ribs.

As for the silver dragon's head, it was separated from its body after being cut off by chains by the emperor. The dragon's skull was carried away by giants and stored in the imperial palace.

The freckled newsboy was hawking the Aran Era Weekly and the Adventurer's Guild Bulletin, pestering the two men. Nashano identified them as nobles at a glance, and wealthy people liked to give them tips.

Nashano just gave the kid a silver coin, without the newspaper, and told him to get out.

The two came to the garden square that radiated out from the outside of the museum. The stone sculpture imitating a silver dragon gushed out clear springs, forming a shallow lake that was high enough to cover the calves. It was more beautiful than the reflecting pool under the monument in the capital of his mother America. The water in the pool was crystal clear.

The ornamental plants in the flower beds are carefully trimmed every day, and the flowers are fragrant.

The walkway is dotted with luminescent fluorite and pebbles, and in Morrison's words, anyone walking on it will die.

Li Site had only one thought, that these places were so damn rich, it was outrageous, and he had only seen the tip of the iceberg of the imperial capital.

He looked up at the huge creature and thought, "Damn it, it's really a ten-mile dragon. No joke. Is that a dragon rib? It can poke a hole in the sky."

In the past, Li Site thought that it would be no problem for the Emperor to defeat Gatanjea with one punch. Tiga, generally known as the little emperor, now seems that Tiga is still far from that.

Damn, now twenty Primarchs rushed out of the palace, List wasn’t surprised at all.

The Aram National Museum is about 200 meters high, just reaching the middle of the silver-white dragon spine. It is full of intricate carvings and wall sculptures, emphasizing the dynamic curves, interspersed with flying ribs and arches, and has a magnificent appearance. Marcus said that in the past few days, he would wait in a chair in the garden outside the museum every afternoon, the chair closest to the main entrance of the museum.

Li Site took Nashano to the main entrance. There were two benches closest to the main entrance. On the left bench was a young couple hugging each other.

"It's really unlucky for you."

If he encountered him in a lawless area, Li Site would not stop until he slapped him twice, as it would affect the city appearance in public places.

Nashano was speechless. This could even provoke you. The Lord of the Sword was indeed extraordinary.

The person sitting on this chair was obviously not Marcus, but on another chair.

Marcus had already noticed the gazes of Nashano, who was dressed as an aristocrat, and Lister, who was wearing a black robe.

Li Site also looked over.

Exactly.

But the only thing that is exactly the same is the clothes. It seems that he really likes this outfit. He is wearing chain mail, an armband with the dragon lord emblem on his upper arm, and holding a scripture in his hand.

but……

He was probably in his early twenties, even younger than Li Site, with short, neat black hair and deep blue eyes, but their focus was a little unfocused.

Li Site frowned, not sure if it was Marcus, so he asked Nashano to go first. Marcus said he was being secretly monitored and it was better to be cautious.

"Are you Marcus?"

Nashano, like Wang Ting, hated these religious charlatans who pretended to do things for the Arameans, and people thought they were really apostles of God, but in fact they were a group of swordsmen.

"Let Li Site go in with me."

Marcus' force field has a high degree of detection of human skeleton and body shape, not to mention the person who had killed him once, so he could tell at a glance that it was Lister.

Nashano looked back at Lister and indicated that it was okay.

Li Site was shocked. He felt young again and came back to life. There really was a Dragon Lord.

five minutes later.

Take the elevator to the 13th floor of the National Museum, which is only open to official personnel. Civilians or nobles who do not belong to the royal court must make an appointment in advance and verify their background and motives before they are allowed in.

Don’t let Ogné, the chief of the Old Aram Prey Secret Service, be portrayed as a war hero by people with evil intentions.

Marcus is now the chief priest of the sect. His status is higher than Nashano's, so he can enter without an appointment.

The space where Ogné's corpse specimen was kept was extremely eerie, with pitch-black walls. Track beams illuminated the inscriptions on the stone tablet, telling about historical events and what a sinister organization the Witch Hunting Secret Service was.

In the columnar vessel at the end of the wall, a body was soaked in light green preservative liquid.

Nashano had heard about it before, but seeing it with his own eyes still shocked him.

That's Ognei, one of the most dangerous people in the Western Continent.

He once tried to commit suicide to avoid trial by a military court, but the emperor did not let him do so. He was arrested before he could commit suicide and was publicly executed after a public trial.

Even after his death, there seemed to be an invisible will spreading out, and even in the summer the house was filled with a chill that was chilling to the bone.

"Are you really Marcus?"

There was no one in this damn place except the three of them. Li Site spoke to the young man openly. It was amazing. He looked like a young man from the Adventurer's Guild, but his aura was much stronger than when he met him in the secret harbor of Linden City.

"Yes."

Marcus responded calmly that he came here almost every day to face the fear deep in his heart. After meeting Zoth, he thought that he had completely eradicated it.

Li Site didn't waste any words and didn't mind chopping Marcus again.

"Where's Sharon?"

(End of this chapter)