Chapter 13 chapter Five

Meanwhile, the prince is shamelessly teasing the friendliness of our guarantor, the historian Eligro.I should have known what was going to happen, but I was too busy buried in files and studying history.While I was searching for the glorious history of the Second Era in the original materials of the Second Era, exploring the reconstruction of the earth, the blowers that have been aged for a long time, and the light particle holders, Prince Enrique was seducing the historian Omeen. I think this is no different from any other sex between men and women, both of them are willing. Omeen is a sexy woman who has feelings for her husband but is always domineering.She always publicly said that Eligro was incompetent and an idiot. Eligro's arrogant and stern appearance could not conceal his inner weakness, which was indeed despised by her.I don't know how their marriage is, but I can see that she is much stronger than him, and he can't meet her demands.

Then why is Omeen willing to guarantee us entry into their regiment?Of course she was not interested in an old watchman, but in getting to know his companion, that strange blind pilgrim who had the tone of command.The idea came to her when she first noticed Prince Enrique, and of course the prince understood and was happy to accept the gift at the door. Maybe they've been lovers since we entered the Historian's Building. We went our separate ways, and in the blink of an eye, autumn passed and winter arrived.I have been digging historical materials very patiently, and I have never discovered that a person's curiosity can be so strong and make people so invested.Even though I had never been to Jerusalem, I felt as if I had been reborn, rejuvenated.I seldom saw the prince, and even when we were together, we seldom talked.I had no right to ask what he was doing, and he didn't want to tell me about him.

Sometimes I think of my former life, wandering from place to place, and think of Afluela the Flyer, who is now probably the Conqueror's wife.Gorman, who pretended to be the ugly man, has torn off his disguise and claimed to be the man of H362. What does he call himself now?Earth King Nine?Neptune V?Master No. 3?Wherever he is now, I think, he must be content, because they have completely conquered the earth. As winter was about to pass, I finally heard about the affair between the historian Omeen and Prince Enrique.I first overheard the apprentices whispering, then I noticed other historians laughing when Eligro and Omeen appeared nearby together, and finally I saw the prince and Omeen together It's too obvious.The two held hands, exchanging knowing glances and coded words—what else could be good?The group of historians will attach great importance to marriage vows, just like flying people, they will have one spouse for life, and they will not tolerate betrayal of their spouse like Omeen.When historians marry historians, their union is sacrosanct-this is the rule of the League, of course there are exceptions.

How will Eligro retaliate against them once he knows the truth?I happened to be there when the conflict broke out after it was revealed.It was an evening in early spring, and I spent a long time in the memory bank, exploring in a large amount of data that had never been touched.My mind is in a mess, walking through the night in Paris to get some air.I wandered along the Seine, and met a sorcerer's agent who offered to sell me the ability to interpret dreams; a solitary pilgrim was lost in prayer before a temple made of human bodies; several young flying men flew overhead , I couldn't help but feel sad and shed tears; an alien tourist pestered me endlessly, he was wearing a respirator, he was full of jewels, and his red face with bumps and holes was close to my face, and my nostrils couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.Finally, I went back to the Historian's Building, ready to go to my sureties' room, greet them, and go back to bed.

Omeen and Eligro were there, as was Prince Enrique.Omeen signaled me to go in with one finger, then ignored me, and the other two also ignored me.Eligro was pacing up and down the room in a hurry, thumping his angry feet on the floor, causing the living creatures to shrink and stretch restlessly in fright. "Following a pilgrim!" cried Eligro, "if it's a cheap peddler, it's just a shame. But he is actually a pilgrim?It's ridiculous! " Prince Enrique, with his arms folded across his chest, was motionless, the expression behind his mask could not be seen, but he looked quite calm.

Eligro said, "Don't you think you've sullied my wife's sanctity?" "I have nothing to say." "What about you?" Eligro turned to his wife. "Tell the truth, Omeen! Just once, tell the truth! What did they say about you and this pilgrim?" "I don't know anything," Omeen said softly. "They said he slept with you! They said you had dinner together! They said you went out together to be crazy!" Omeen still maintained a smile, and his broad face looked calm and especially beautiful. Eligro tugged on the shawl in pain, his gloomy face turned black with anger, he reached into his clothes, took out a bead-sized, shining camera, and placed it heavily on the palm of his hand in front of the two sinners.

"Why should I waste my time?" he said. "Everything is here. Optical magnetic waves have recorded everything. You are already under surveillance. Do you think this can be concealed? You, Omeen, Thanks to you being a historian, why are you so stupid?" Omeen scrutinized the miniature camera from a distance, as if it were a ticking time bomb. She said disdainfully: "How dare you spy on us, Eligro. Seeing us happy makes you happy too, doesn't it?" "Beast!" he yelled. He pockets the camera and steps towards the motionless prince, his face contorted in righteous indignation.At an arm's length from the prince, he said grimly: "You will receive the harshest punishment for being so disrespectful to the holy will. You will be stripped of the pilgrim's robes and sent to the place where the devil is punished. The holy will destroy your soul!"

The prince replied, "Shut your mouth." "Tell me to shut up? What right do you have to talk to me like this? Isn't it just a pilgrim who dares to seduce the wife of the master and disrespects the holy will and the master? Isn't it a pilgrim who is full of lies and pretends to be holy?" Ligero spattered everywhere, no longer cold, but incoherent, roaring violently, his gaffe exposed his inner weakness even more. The three of us stood there stiffly, stunned by him.Finally, the historian, stunned by anger, grabbed the prince's shoulders and shook them vigorously.

"Dirty stuff," Enrique said angrily, "don't touch me!" Suddenly he punched Eligro twice in the face, sent him staggering backwards, coaxed him into a hanging basket, knocked over a craft bottle, three bottles of sparkling liquid Shaking, the contents scattered all over the floor, and the carpet screamed in pain.Eligro was out of breath, with one hand on his chest, still in shock, looking at us for help. "You hit someone with your hands..." Eligro said wheezingly, "what a shameful crime!" "You hit people first," Omeen reminded her husband.

Pointing at the prince with trembling fingers, Eligro murmured, "You will be unforgiven for this, Pilgrim!" "Stop calling me a pilgrim," Enrique said, holding his hands in front of his mask.Omeen cried out and tried to stop him, but the angry prince couldn't care less.He threw the mask to the ground, revealing his stern, terrifying face like a hawk, gray mechanical eyeballs hiding his fury. "I am the Prince of Rome!" he roared to Eligro in a thunderous voice, "don't kneel down! Kneel down! Hurry up, historian, kneel three times, kneel five times!"

Eligro was obviously stunned, he couldn't believe his eyes, and then he bent down and bowed obediently to the person who seduced his wife reflexively.Since the fall of Rome, this is the first time that the Roman prince has regained his former prestige. He is obviously very happy and triumphant, and even the gray fake eyeballs seem to shine with the pride of the king. "Get out," ordered the prince, "and get away from us." Eligro hurried out of the house. I didn't move, I was so stunned I could barely stand.The prince nodded politely to me. "Old friend, can you forgive us and keep us a secret?"