154. Chapter 143 The girl who traveled through time and space, no, it was the old man who traveled through time and space

Author: Former Kodak Duck

Chapter 143 The girl who traveled through time and space, no, it was the old man who traveled through time and space

Huang Lang was not too worried about the interrogation of the true identity of the "mysterious man" in the base.

On the one hand, this is because the person responsible for this work is Shanmao. One of the settings of Shanmao in the game is to be the interrogation master. Although the aliens have all kinds of C-devices, they still do a good job in restoring the game.

On the other hand, it is also because Huang Lang is also reassured by a mechanism of the game "Metal Gear Solid - The Phantom Pain". This mechanism is that in the game, as long as you are captured into the base, the enemy will definitely choose to join -

In other words, after the Diamond Dog Base in that game came to another world, it came with its own rules. Huang Lang believed that as long as he was locked in for long enough, the opponent would definitely use a bamboo tube to pour the beans.

The interrogation in the base has bobcats and mechanical rules, and his home in Port Morebi is overseen by the heroic spirit Marta Harry - Huang Lang believes that this legendary female spy can take care of the house in the two days he leaves home.

, without revealing any flaws or arousing any suspicion.

With the rear area worry-free, Huang Lang began to focus on the opportunities in front of him - yes, opportunities.

More than a day, or two days, before the prince came, unified management allowed many people in Molbi City to be gathered together. Considering the scale of buildings and municipal functions in the city, this location happened to be

The Great Library in Port Morbi.

This is the only building that is large enough, has enough free space, and has the least impact on the city's operation despite limited functions.

The nobles in the port area were locked up in the library with a large sum of money, and there was no activity. At this time, no one would doubt Huang Lang just because he read more books. After all, all the nobles were so idle that their eggs hurt.

, either talking to each other or reading a book.

Just as Olwena was urgently called back to work overtime, Huang Lang relied on Olwena's relationship to shuttle between the nobles and the big bookshelves of the library like a butterfly, looking for suitable books to borrow and also looking for suitable books.

He went to chat with the nobles and collected open source intelligence without showing off.

Many nobles asked the library staff to bring recent newspapers. While reading the news and trying to keep in touch with the outside world, they talked to each other about some major national events; some nobles asked the administrator to help bring various novels.

They began to immerse themselves in the fantasy world to pass the time; a few aristocratic ladies or ladies who were involved gathered together, browsing fashion news, and whispering gossip.

Huang Lang shuttled among these people and obtained a lot of fragmentary but useful information.

For example, he knew that the current world situation was just like the Cigar Country Missile Crisis in his hometown. Although there was no fight, it was still tense, as if anyone sneezing could trigger a global melee in the next second.

;

For another example, he confirmed a piece of news that he could not believe before, that is, the half-elf lady and the orc prince who had adventures with him were now the kings of their respective races.

Looking at the photo of the confused half-elf and orc little prince when he was crowned and enthroned, Huang Lang felt vaguely in a trance, sighed uncontrollably, and muttered:

"These two are actually kings..."

It was originally a soliloquy, but the next second, Huang Lang actually heard a voice coming from the side:

"Yes, these two are now kings. It makes people sigh that even if the bloodline of Inrahil is cut off, fate is still smiling on our great empire, isn't it?"

Hearing this slightly old but energetic male voice, Huang Lang turned around and found an elderly man sitting on the sofa next to him, looking at him with interest and raising his hand to him.

Pipe salute.

Judging from the age of his appearance, this is an old man who can be described by the word "old man". However, the original old aura of such an old man can be seen in his straight back and neat and clean robes.

With the staff placed against the sofa, it becomes a very powerful aura.

Huang Lang noticed keenly that there was no sign of rank on the old man's robe.

Huang Lang hurriedly raised his pipe to signal, then stood up, walked over to shake hands with the old gentleman, and said:

"I couldn't agree more with the fact that fate is still smiling on the empire. Dear old gentleman, what should I call you?"

"Alan, Alan Rickman," the old man stretched out his hand and shook Huang Lang, with a knowing smile on his face, and said, "What about you, what should I call you, this smart man?"

Huang Lang gave his fake name. After hearing this, the old man made a fist with his right hand, clapped his hands lightly, and said with a chuckle:

"Ah, Sir Asenwell, young new noble, I have heard of you. You have used your first aid knowledge to save many lives. This is a great achievement."

"You are ridiculous, these are not... great things." Huang Lang quickly waved his hand modestly.

"What's so ridiculous about this," the old man waved his hand, "As for whether it's great or not, that's my personal opinion. Maybe others will have different opinions from me, but this doesn't stop me from appreciating what you have done, right?

?”

"That's what you said." Huang Lang nodded and stopped being polite.

"Then the courtesy of the common people ends here," the old mage looked at Huang Lang and completely closed the book in his hand with great interest. Huang Lang noticed that the name of the book was "Thousand-Year Dynasty", "Back to just now

On the topic of the new king of the orcs and elves, I have to say that it proves that even if the bloodline of Imrahil is extinct, fate is still smiling on us, isn't it?"

"That's indeed how I see it."

Huang Lang nodded humbly, thinking about how to answer the old man's words later. After all, he had not thought about anything [fate is still smiling at the empire] until just now.

However, to his surprise, the old mage did not ask him what he thought, but started talking about it himself:

"Although the new queen of the elf empire has noble blood, she has not been trained by the elf elders according to tradition at all. She is completely blind to how to govern the country. Although the new orc king is better, the factional fighting in the orc country is also more intense. In a short time

During this period of time, both the empire's two old enemies were leaderless. This is evidence that fate favors the empire, isn't it?"

The old mage's words stopped abruptly. Huang Lang raised his head. Just as he was about to respond, he suddenly saw the old mage's eyes. Through the smoke rising from the pipe, Huang Lang saw the pair of eyes that were originally as turbid as fish eyes.

His eyes suddenly became extremely clear. For a moment, Huang Lang felt that what he saw was not the eyes of an old man covered by the smoke of burning tobacco...

It was a pair of tiger eyes that looked at him through the fog in the forest.

At that moment, Huang Lang hesitated, and the words of agreement that had reached his lips were swallowed back. His nod, which was like a chicken pecking rice, turned into a gentle shake of the head.

Seeing Huang Lang shaking his head, the old mage's tiger-like aura disappeared instantly, like a mirage, as if he had never existed. He looked at Huang Lang with interest, took a puff of cigarette, and said:

"Don't Sir Ashenwir think that the incompetence of the new kings of the orcs and elves is a blessing to the empire?"

"You are right, I don't think so," Huang Lang thought for a moment and replied calmly, "The two new kings of elves and beasts are unable to govern. This is actually not the blessing of the empire, nor do I think it is fate.

The reason why you are still smiling at the Empire."

"Tell me about it." The smile on the old mage's face became even brighter.

"The new Elf Queen is incompetent and unable to hold power, but are there any signs of collapse of the Elf Empire? No, the Elf Empire is still operating normally, because the Queen's authority has been firmly grasped by the Elf Council of Elders. This pair

The empire is not a blessing." Having said this, Huang Lang shook his head gently, "Leaving aside the elf supremacist tendencies of the Council of Elders, it is now more difficult for the empire to predict the strategic direction of the elves."

"You are right," the old mage nodded, and immediately changed the topic, "But what about the orcs? The orc country is still unified in name, but in fact it is divided by warlords and is falling apart. For the empire,

Isn’t that a good thing?”

"In a sense, it really doesn't count," Huang Lang stared into the other person's eyes and said slowly, "Although the orcs are divided within themselves, don't forget that the orcs will not compete in the race unless they are fighting for the throne.

Internal war is a tradition that they will never break for thousands of years. Once the new king loses control of the kingdom, it is unclear where the clans that have long been dissatisfied with the peaceful policy of the previous orc king will swing their swords.

You see, the Elf Council of Elders is still eyeing it, isn’t it?”

"You are right," the old mage nodded with satisfaction, with an expression of approval on his face. That look reminded Huang Lang of the old man who saw his descendants honoring their ancestors, "This is not counting watching covetously from the sidelines, but always

The dwarf who is standing still, but according to what you said, the empire should be in crisis now, why do you agree that fate favors the empire?"

"Because when the whole world is in chaos, we ourselves are not in chaos. Isn't this the favor of fate?" Huang Lang spread his hands, "His Majesty Stefan is still presiding over government affairs, and His Royal Highness Prince Lazarus is also very stable.

, I think it’s not the opponent’s chaos that represents fate’s favor, but the imperial order reflected by the opponent’s chaos that represents fate’s favor, isn’t it?”

"That's wonderful." The old mage put down his pipe and clapped. "Ordinary crew members may make several mistakes, but the damage caused by one mistake by the pilot, captain, or helmsman may not be as great as that caused by one mistake. Our navigator, our captain, now

It’s very stable, it’s indeed destiny’s favor, but it’s also our current weakness.”

"Why do you say that?"

"Our Majesty is very smart and will not make mistakes easily, but you also need to know that smart people will make mistakes if they don't make mistakes. Once they make mistakes, it will be devastating, because they often don't realize that they are making mistakes. Don't you think so?

"The old mage blinked at Huang Lang.

"Is there any chance for Your Majesty to make a big mistake?"

"No way?"

"Your Majesty has many virtuous ministers around you," Huang Lang paused, "Moreover, there is also the Tribunal of the Goddess Church assisting you to stabilize the country with the state religion..."

"The Goddess Church," after hearing this, the polite old mage interrupted Huang Lang rudely, "They are indeed upright, loyal, honest, and dedicated to their duties, but they will also be distorted, otherwise the evil spirits will not be able to do it early.

Was it wiped out?"

Hearing this, Huang Lang looked at the old mage in surprise - the Goddess Cult is the state religion of the empire, and it really surprised him that the old mage criticized the Goddess Cult so blatantly.

"Are you surprised? But that is a fact. Once these moral qualities are distorted, they will become uglier than ugliness. And the excessive persistence of these believers of the Goddess Cult in pursuing [qualities that can destroy evil spirits] sometimes leads to

This kind of distortion," the old mage said slowly, "when people are unrestrictedly attached to a belief, this kind of distortion is very likely to happen. Once distorted, it will give birth to [evil in good]

Such a twisted and ghastly thing, so, Goddess Cult, forget it..."

There was a lot of disgust in the old mage's words, which made Huang Lang even more surprised. When he was about to see if anyone heard it, the old mage spoke again:

"The assistance of the Goddess Church is not the key. The key is actually the distinguished guest that is about to welcome in Port Morbi - Queen Helena has left. Although Your Majesty is as solid as a rock, just like the Goddess Church just mentioned, it is already here.

The edge that breeds [evil in good], once something happens to Prince Lazarus and his brother Gerald disappears in Port Morbi, something bad will happen."

Hearing this, Huang Lang finally couldn't hide his surprise. He stared at the old mage and asked:

"Who is your Excellency?"

Through the words of the old mage, he knew at that moment who the mysterious man who was taken away by him was--Gerald, the elder brother of the current Human Emperor. And through the fact that almost no one around him knew about it, Huang Lang
To be continued...