The Law of the Silent Gentleman

Giuliano felt himself falling for a long time before hitting the ground. His back hit a hard rock, and he almost spit out his lungs. A pile of dirt and snow (and possibly Antoine) slammed into his face, knocking him unconscious.

"Ahem... are you all okay..."

Antoine's voice came from the darkness.

"Nonsense...Of course there is something... How can it be okay to fall from such a high place..." Giuliano moaned.

"You still have the strength to complain, it looks like you're fine." Enzo's voice sounded very close to him.

"If you have time to say this, why don't you dig me out!"

"Just come and come."

Enzo dug him out of the mound. There was no pain anywhere in his body, as if he had been surrounded and beaten by four or five people. No, it was worse than that, like a hundred horses had trod over him. He began to wonder if this was an illusion. If yes, then witches must hate them very much, so they put such a real "illusion" on them.

"I wouldn't be surprised if Amandina fell to her death," said Giuliano viciously.

Enzo helped him, looked around: "I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

Amandina did not fall to her death, but the knight wielding the giant sword fell to her death. Darien crawled out from under the tangle of stones, shook the dust off his body, and dug Amandine out of the clods with both hands. He felt the witch's pulse and breathed a sigh of relief, with a relieved expression on his face.

"Great. Scared the **** out of me," he said to the unconscious Amandina, whether she could hear her or not. "We seem to have fallen into a hole in the ground. I don't know where it is. It doesn't look like it." It is naturally formed, maybe it is an underground mine tunnel?" He looked up at the hollow above his head, "I can climb up by myself, but I can't take you with me. Maybe there is an exit elsewhere. Why don't you look for it! "

He picked up Amandine, chose a direction, and walked there. The four of them hurried to follow regardless of the pain on their bodies. After walking for a while, stairs appeared at the foot. Darien said excitedly: "This is indeed a man-made tunnel! But it doesn't look like a mine pit. I've never heard of stone steps in a mine pit. Could it be an underground fortification?"

The deeper the tunnel went, the farther away from the hole they fell, the less light there was, until it was almost impossible to see anything at all. Suddenly, a bright light lit up on Darion's left side. He hid in the opposite direction in horror, fearing that the enemy would attack, but when he took a closer look, he discovered that there was a stone pillar on his left, with an alchemy lamp ball inlaid on the top. The stone pillars had strange shapes, which he had never seen before. With the lighting, he found that there were many stone pillars standing in front of him. As long as he approached, the light **** on the stone pillar would automatically light up, and when he walked away, they would automatically turn off.

"It's amazing, Amandina, did you see, those light bulbs seem to be able to sense whether someone is approaching, and then automatically turn on or off. Only the ancient races have this technology! Is this what you often say 'Ancient ruins'?"

He looked around, like a countryman who came to the city for the first time, and everything he saw was new. "It seems that we accidentally fell into an underground ruins, the dragon **** protects you! Look, Amandina! How well-preserved the stone pillars are! Aren't you very interested in ancient civilizations?" He paused, ashamed Looking back, "Forget it, it's important to find the way now, anyway, I know the location, let's revisit the old place later."

He quickened his pace. The tunnel seems to lead upwards, and every time a step is completed, it is followed by a gentle walk, and then another step. After walking the three steps, even the future emperor was exhausted and out of breath. But at least it's the end. At the end of the stairs stood a double door, carved with exquisite patterns, it might have been decorated with gold, silver and jewels, but they have long since disappeared. I don’t know whether they were naturally peeled off over the long years, or were broken by previous intruders. The entrant pried it away.

As soon as Darion came to the door, the door opened automatically. He was amazed, without the slightest hesitation, he resolutely walked in. There is a hall behind the door, and you can't see your fingers. Darien wanted to retreat first to look for lighting, but the left and right sides happened to be lit up. It turned out that there were also alchemy lamp **** on the walls on both sides. Every few steps he takes, a pair of new light bulbs light up, as if to guide him and welcome the distinguished guests.

When he walked to the deepest part of the hall, the last light ball was lit, illuminating the most precious thing enshrined in this hall—two huge statues, both carved in the shape of women, one black and one white, back to back . The statue is lifelike, giving people a sense of solemnity without anger. Darien looked up at the statue, and the statue lowered its head slightly, as if looking at him too.

He was shocked: "Amandina, I know! This must be the idol **** worshiped by the ancient races! We accidentally broke into a temple!"

Others don't think so. Giuliano just felt creepy. "Isn't this the tomb of Amandina?!" He asked his companions in a panic, "Except for the lack of murals and more statues, it is the tomb of Amandina! What's going on?"

Antoine stared at the statue, his legs trembling: "I don't know! Don't ask me!"

"It seems that Amandina's tomb used to be a temple dedicated to ancient gods." Enzo pondered, "No wonder the architecture of the tomb has many similarities with the ruins on Mount Chevignon. It turns out that they are from the hands of ancient peoples. .”

"Even if the tomb is exactly the same as this temple, it cannot be the same building." Barsano said, "The witch's tomb is on a small island in the south, and this temple is located underground in the north, and the temple can't fly!"

When they were arguing, Darien was amazed at the architectural skills and artistic skills of the ancient races. He hugged Amandina and kept saying: "This statue is so beautiful, it seems to be alive. No wonder they worship idol gods so much. The factor of art must play an important role. Amandina, have you ever seen such a beautiful statue?" Is it an ancient **** statue? It’s a pity we can’t stay for long. When the world is peaceful in the future, we must come back and have a good time.”

He nodded, very satisfied with his idea: "Well, when the time comes, bring Grado, he loves to learn, and he must want to study here. By the way! You should also bring Laetia! Isn't she the favorite to talk about ancient times? I love this place so much, I can make many stories with it! No, no, everyone should come! The seven of us will visit here together! At that time, I can recruit civilians and dig out the whole ruins, so that it will not cost thousands of dollars. I have worked so hard to go down to the ground! Amandine, do you think it is okay?"

He shook the witch in his arms: "How about you, Amandina? Amandina?"

The face of the future emperor suddenly lost color.

"... Amandina?"

The person in his arms stopped breathing at some point.

Darien opened his mouth slightly, and there was a choked sound in his throat, as if it was blocked by something. A drop of water fell on Amandina's hand, which was gradually losing temperature, and slipped into the cuff along the back of the hand. Then came the second one, and the third one, like a light rain.

Darien stood there in a daze, tears slipping out of his eyes one after another. He couldn't spare his hands to wipe away the tears, he could only let them spill on the lifeless body in his arms. Thick darkness enveloped him. Even the bright lights around him couldn't drive away the shadows that loomed all around him. "So he realized that a great hero also has a mortal day. From then on, the day will never fall in front of his eyes." This is the meaning of the mural "The Day Dies Forever".

The future emperor bent his knees, knelt slowly on the ground, and placed the dead witch at the feet of the idol. He couldn't make a sound, his throat rolled up and down, and tears rolled silently down his cheeks. He tore a clean piece of cloth from his clothes, wiped the blood and dust off Amandine's face, and ran his fingers through her hair until it lay snugly on the floor. At last he unfastened a diamond necklace from his neck, and fastened it upon the dead man's forehead.

Then, he raised his head and looked up at the two statues in front of him. The face of the black statue is kind and compassionate, while the expression of the white statue is as cold as ice.

"O ancient alien gods, if you really care about the world, you will take pity on this ungodly person! Although she is not your believer, she has always respected you. If you really have great power as in the legend, Then please let her body not rot, because she loves beauty, and she will definitely not be able to bear the appearance of herself after death; please protect this palace from the outside world, and one day I will return here, Give her a grand funeral. She deserves the treatment of the greatest hero who ever lived."

He bent down and kissed the diamond on Amandine's forehead. The alien **** did not respond to his plea, only his own voice echoed in the temple for a long time. He stood up, wiped away the tears, and when the fingers moved away from his face, he showed a determined look again. He took a few steps back, then turned and left the temple.

Giuliano and others rushed to catch up, but the door slammed shut behind Darien, shutting them in the hall. Antoine slammed his fists on the door and shouted like a wronged prisoner: "Let us out! A trap! This must be a trap!"

The lights in the hall gradually went out. This time they were really in the dark.

"Damn, this must be a witch's conspiracy." Antoine's voice sounded.

"She's going to kill us," Barsano said darkly.

"It's not all your fault!"

"Could you stop arguing!" Giuliano yelled.

At this time, the door opened again. The four backed away at the same time. The two lamps closest to the gate come on to illuminate whoever comes. Giuliano recognized one of them as Darion, who looked more mature than when he left, and his attire was very different from before: the ordinary leather armor was replaced by a fine chain mail, and the worn-out cloak was replaced by a gold and silver embroidered shawl. Instead, the most eye-catching thing is the shiny silver steel crown on his head. According to the history books, Darien the Great hated the extravagant and flashy court life, threw the golden crown of the previous dynasty into the furnace, and instead cast the sword of the emperor from the old empire into an iron crown that would never rust.

"Oh, I see, it must be many years later," said Giuliano, "by which time Darion would have been emperor."

Darion was accompanied by a man dressed as an aristocrat. He was a little older than the emperor, with a beard and a snow-white mink fur. Behind them followed a contingent of heavily armed guards. Darien raised his hand, and the guards stood at attention outside the door, lined up in a well-trained column. Darion walked into the temple alone with the male nobles.

The male noble looked around and said in amazement: "This is actually an undiscovered ancient relic. If you hadn't hit and fell into the cave by mistake, this place would never see the light of day."

He stared at the black and white statue, frowning slightly: "Ah, the idol **** of the ancients! What a blasphemy!"

Darion walked towards the statue without a word. His stride was so great that the nobleman had to trot to keep up. After getting closer, he saw a petite body lying at the feet of the statue, and the diamond on its forehead shone brightly under the light of the light ball. The male noble gasped: "Amandina, the witch of the lake? Her body has not decayed? It's amazing! Even though the temperature in our northern land is low all year round, the body cannot be preserved so well. It must be a god." Protect!" He squinted at the statue, as if he didn't dare to say whether it was the Dragon God's credit or the power of the ancient Ability God.

The young emperor knelt beside the deceased, stroking her long hair. "Duke Loya, I plan to hold a funeral for her that is consistent with her status. I want the world to know that she sacrificed herself to protect her friends. Her deeds are no less than any hero. Without her, I would have died in Beibei long ago." I also plan to build a suitable mausoleum for her." He looked around, "This place is not bad, it is enough as her resting place."