The male worm who is the object of marriage has just reached adulthood

Chapter 52

There are strict restrictions on the entry and exit of the isolated island, and the news is not well-informed, so Evan only knows the time to meet with His Majesty.

That said, no Zerg told him what was going on outside.

Arthur Lan thought Thorge would go.

Sog felt that since Aselan respected His Majesty so much, it would be better to give him the opportunity to convey the news.

So in the end, Mianxia was still petting the cat, drinking tea, and reading notes.

Calm and ignorant.

But knowing it is useless.

Looking back on the previous years, almost none of the officials of the Underground Palace had any political experience. They were taciturn and conscientious, and stayed in the Underground Palace all their lives.

In this regard, Evan has no one to learn from, and can only cross the river by feeling the stones and taking one step at a time.

Of course, if you have to look into it carefully, Lu Shaoshu is considered to be a majesty with political experience.

His marriage first, and his lover second.

But Lu Shaoshu himself did not state his political preferences in his diary.

In his time, both the crown and the ascetic were plagued by pollutants.

So Lu Shaoshu spent his whole life researching the mystery of the spiritual thread.

He provided solid arguments, established a reasonable retreat method, and extended it to the entire underground palace.

Therefore, during Lu Shaoshu's tenure, except for the crown prince, the other ascetic monks practiced the penance system of nine to five and single weekends.

He once wanted to carry out retreats outside the isolated island to improve the mental power of male insects, connect dots to form lines, and lines to form planes to completely eliminate the polluted area.

However, most of the male insects outside the isolated island have a mental power threshold that cannot meet the standard for the manifestation of mental power. On the contrary, they are vulnerable to pollutants because they are half-baked.

And the empire can't ignore social operations and social division of labor, forcing the males to put down their jobs and use uninterrupted penance to improve their mental strength.

There is no way the empire can turn all males into ascetics.

This is not realistic.

Evan was in a trance when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

The gray-robed attendant stood at the door at some point, and looked with his head: "Your Majesty, do you have time?"

Evan closed the diary: "What's the matter?"

The attendant said: "Your Majesty, the priest asked you to choose the robe you will wear the day after tomorrow."

In order to meet His Majesty Hedwell, this kind of preparation is indispensable, and Evan's cold expression was a little gentle: "Come in."

The attendant glanced back and gave him a wink.

Ascetic monks wearing gray hooded robes came in one by one, holding clothes in their hands. After standing in a row, Evan saw clearly that they were robes of various styles and colors.

A total of two columns, eight ascetics.

Each gown is extremely ornate, inlaid with pearls and gemstones, and the neckline and cuffs are trimmed with gold thread, with intricately patterned lace.

At a glance, it is bright red and willow green, and the colorful embroidery is brilliant.

Evan was silent for a while. He really didn't have much experience in this area. He asked the attendants to put down their clothes, then sat in a row and looked at them.

"I don't seem to wear these outside now."

"My lord, this is the most beautiful robe we have found."

Every crown has a way to pass the time, but all the ways lead to the same goal, artistic creation is a traditional art.

And these gorgeous robes are the artistic crystallization of Lu Shaoshu's painstaking efforts.

Evan was expressionless, and his eyes wandered between different styles of robes, making it difficult to choose.

Suddenly, he paused and stared at a certain point.

"You go out first."

The attendants had no objection, anyway, they couldn't confirm which one was more suitable for Your Majesty.

After they walked out, Evan stood up, spread out the robes, changed the order, and sorted them according to the rules in his mind.

There are many Zerg languages, but the languages ​​in the diary are all complicated and difficult to identify.

Evan translates them often, has developed an instinct.

When the patterns on the robes were put together, they vaguely connected into words, and Evan put them back together, his eyes a little dignified.

He opened the diary and followed the prompts to combine words on different pages into answers. After a while, he closed the diary with a smile on his face.

I thought I was smart enough, but in the end I found out that my senior had already reminded me.

He could not write any words that might raise alarm.

but.

[I know how to write acrostic poems]

Even the time-consuming reminder, I couldn't help but want to leave a smug word.

Senior really is.

Evan rubbed the space between his brows, his mood was rather complicated for a while, he probably thought that his organization was desperate and planned to kill him, and even when he was guilty in the present age, he was suddenly taken care of by his parents.

I found that I couldn't break through the dead end, but I actually left a way to solve it from the beginning.

There is no need to directly consider the worst, worst plan.

Evan has been focusing on books and manuscripts, ignoring other things that may contain information.

Another night fell, and Evan walked down the abyss with his wings.

The light golden wings exude a faint light, placed in the palm, the weight is very light, the manifested spiritual power is shrunk in the veins, like a rushing river, where the light goes, there is not a single pollutant.

Soon at the end, a huge, warty tentacle protruded from the black eyeball lake.

Numerous large and small eyeballs are densely covered on it. Seeing Evan screaming crazily, he recedes like a tide.

Mucus and foul-smelling blood dripped, and the sarcomas left large and small holes.

Soon, a small black dot grows from the seam of the flesh and becomes an immature egg.

PA is trapped in this cage of mental power, and reproduces endlessly. If it is not for the cleaning of the spiritual power thread, I am afraid that it will be backlashed by its own eggs.

Lu Shaoshu originally wanted to use this to kill PA, but the counterattack of the source of pollution was to control the eggs and attack Cuiwei Plain frantically.

Therefore, under mutual checks and balances, the pollutants and the former crown prince have coexisted strangely and peacefully for 300 years.

In 300 years, it is said that they occasionally play chess together, but Lu Shaoshu dislikes PA's eggs, and attacking PA's reproductive organs is not as good as a piece of shit.

So playing chess has become a daily eye-popping game.

Even now, when the source of pollution mentioned his predecessor, he still had an extremely disgusted tone.

The tumor at the tip of the tentacle twisted into a face.

The blood-red eyeballs fell out of the eye sockets, and it twisted its body uncomfortably, shaking off the black eggs.

"Cissell, you're finally here, I can't wait to get my body cleaned up, there are too many kids, too many, I miss your wings."

Evan was not in a hurry to appease: "In three days, I will go to the empire to meet His Majesty the Emperor. As a proof of friendship, I need your weakness."

PA squirmed his eyes and stared at Evan for a while, the purple-red meat film stretched his skin: "Ciselle, you won't lie to me, will you?"

Evan calmed down: "No Zerg can lie in front of you. My lifelong wish is to be able to get out of the underground palace alive."

The air was silent for a moment.

The single eye of PA has no eyelid, it is motionless, it seems to examine, but it has no feeling.

The young Zerg wasn't lying.

PA took a step back, and in order to show its sincerity, it was willing to give its own weaknesses before getting its wings.

source blood.

Or core.

It is the key to its ability to control the eggs from a long distance. It cannot regenerate, and handing over the source blood is equivalent to narrowing the scope of control from the root.

An egg without control is like a headless fly, if it is too far away from the mother, it will be as stupid as a log and lose consciousness.

Under Evan's gaze, PA squirmed, his eyeballs screamed and cried, and he kept gathering, as if trying to prevent something from leaving.

Evan's heart was pounding, and his fingers couldn't help clenching.

A blood-red sarcoma the size of a palm slowly broke through layers of fleshy membranes and dirty blood, and rolled out from the top of the tentacles.

Evan stretched out his hand and gently caught it.

The moment his finger touched the sarcoma, his spiritual power threads frantically opened, washing away the dirt, and the mental power lake in his mind boiled instantly, almost out of control.

Evan tried his best to restrain himself, but sweat still broke out on his forehead.

The sarcoma peeled off layer by layer, turning into black blood, which slipped through the fingers.

Only a little scarlet remained in the palm, like bright red meat, warm blood, and melted gold.

But neither solid nor liquid.

Not stone or wood, not earth or water, indescribable, indefinable.

Countless black eyeballs counterattacked like crazy, but they still couldn't break through the strangulation of the spiritual thread.

With a steady left hand, Evan took out the glass bottle from his sleeve and carefully poured blood into it.

He raised his head to meet the monocular eye, then handed over his wings.

Pa's tentacles wrapped pale gold wings, and the newborn eyeballs inside the sarcoma died instantly, and it sighed comfortably.

"I await good news from you, my friend."

It chuckled: "Your spiritual power is stronger than anyone else, and I admire your tolerance and honesty, Sissel, you will change this era."

Evan was expressionless, looking at the tentacles slowly receding towards the lake of eyeballs, his eyelashes drooping slightly: "Of course."

·

And the Nightmare Bird Forest on the other side.

The welcome ceremony was in full swing, and the streets and alleys were full of bugs.

If you don't have a hotel, you can set up a tent, if you can't buy a tent, you can sleep in a tree, or by the river. The Zerg can still be self-satisfied.

Secretary Lancer had to introduce many new regulations.

[no flying]

[No digging in towns]

[No looting of food]

[Prohibited to organize gatherings]

In short, gathering a large number of Zergs is not allowed, and the military region had to move out part of the dormitories to accommodate foreign Zergs.

These worms also unified their slogans and representative colors, elected representatives of public opinion, and determined the theme.

They even spontaneously formed a security guard team to assist officials and maintain law and order for civilians.

The level of orderliness is close to that of the official.

Moreover, the large-scale movement of insects has brought huge business opportunities in addition to potential safety hazards.

The entire Nightmare Bird Forest achieved unprecedented economic growth in the past 100 years in three days and two nights.

This number made the commander silent, and made His Majesty the Emperor click his tongue. He raised his head and looked at a certain place, with different eyes.

A male who has never left the island.

always represents a symbol.

But he has such a powerful charisma.

Does it mean that he is somehow not completely controlled by the royal family, even if he has no political power, military rank, wealth.

His Majesty the Emperor pondered.

As for Atherland, he just opened the upstairs bedroom, lay on the bed, and thought nothing of it.

March [-]th.

early morning.

A small boat carrying the ascetic monks left the island.

Evan looked back, under the gray-blue sea water, there was a tall wall, old and old.

It seems that the new world is different from the new world beyond the clear water and blue sky.

Yao stood beside him, and the remaining nine ascetic monks wore gray robes and looked cold.

The boat got closer and closer to the shore, and the outline of the mainland gradually became clearer.

Neatly lined up military females are waiting on the shore.

This is the edge of the polluted area, and no one has ever cleaned it up. It is summer, but there is no green on the land.

A purple-black, rotting forest.

A world of pollutants.

The ascetic monk was taciturn, and the army females did not dare to speak, so the atmosphere was a little silent for a while.

Evan was not unaccustomed to walking in the front, Lieutenant General Sog was in charge of receiving and guiding, and he was explaining to Yao.

Yao inquired about the general process, and suddenly saw that his mian had strayed from the team, and he frowned slightly.

"Your Sissel."

The male insect didn't answer, and squatted down, the purple-black ground was dirty and unknown.

But beside the dead tree, there blooms a frail, slender mane flower.

Evan touched it with his fingers, and it was a real flower.

He looked forward, and suddenly found that there were two flowers not far in front of him. This was very unusual. There would never be any plants growing on the polluted land.

one.

two.

There too.

Evan stopped and did not move forward. He watched for a while, then got up and returned to the team.

Soge smiled: "Your Majesty, look carefully, there will be more mana flowers in front."

The mani flowers are still sparse and thin, but there are more and more of them as you go forward, forming small pieces. Although they are short and small like bean sprouts, they still grow tenaciously.

too weird.

Evan felt a little doubt in his heart.

Not only Evan, Yao and other ascetic monks also became curious.

The team turned the slope, and Evan smelled a very faint fragrance from the tip of his nose.

He raised his eyes, and there were golden mane flowers blooming in the withered forest, dotted with dots, slowly connecting together, attracting bees and butterflies, swaying gracefully in the sun.

Not far away stood a military female armed with live ammunition.

This is the place where the second welcome queue is waiting. The Nightmare Bird Forest Security Force is fully responsible. Your Majesty will take the aircraft here and head to the reserved venue.

A short, silver-haired officer turned around from behind the suspension vehicle, raised the brim of his hat, and looked in Evan's direction.

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