Chapter 134 You have met my teacher, right? (4k)

For a moment, the only voice that was floating in the entire hall was Mr. Potter's neither humble nor arrogant voice.

The six great nobles and the emperor on the high platform were all looking at the only person who was kneeling but standing.

After a long time, the emperor finally said:
"Get up."

Potter immediately raised his head and stood up.

"Go down."

After bowing slightly, Mr. Potter walked out with great pride.

When the door was closed again, Mr. Porter couldn't help but punched the air.

I was so handsome just now!

Mr. Porter felt that he must give himself a quick pat on the back.

“So handsome!!!”

With a thud, Mr. Porter fell off the chair he was sitting on and sat on the ground.

what? !

Mr. Porter looked around in bewilderment. Wasn't he standing just now? How did he fall to the ground?

Mr. Porter looked around in confusion and realized that this was not the entrance to the audience hall as he remembered.

"Where is this?"

With a creak, the door behind Potter was pushed open.

Two royal knights came in and said to him:
"Potter Harry, His Majesty is free now, come with us."

Looking at the two royal knights at the door, Potter finally remembered the cause and effect.

After getting off the airship, he was taken to the palace by the royal knights, but he was not immediately taken to the Queen because the Queen still had government affairs to deal with.

So, I was brought to this room to wait temporarily.

As a result, I waited too long
Did I just fall asleep?!

Mr. Porter suddenly froze in place.

No, I was so handsome and awesome, but I was just dreaming?!
A huge sense of absurdity filled Mr. Porter's heart.

"Potter Harry, what are you still hesitating about? Do you want His Majesty to wait for you?"

"Ah, I'll be right there."

Porter had no choice but to suppress his confusion and followed the royal knights away.

But as he walked, Mr. Porter held his head high and his chest out.

Although it is a dream, no one has ever said that dreams cannot become reality!

Just wait, I, Potter Harry, will make all of this happen!
Potter and Harry set off in high spirits.

As he walked, Mr. Porter saw a huge dead tree in the courtyard.

He clearly remembered that the tree was alive in his dream.

"Excuse me, why did the tree die?"

"That is the royal maple tree, planted by King Baratheon Doyle himself, so even though it died hundreds of years ago, it has been carefully preserved to this day."

Is that so?
It seems reasonable, yet it also seems wrong.

For example, if you have never been to the palace, why do you know there is a tree here?

Although the tree was alive in the dream, it was dead in reality.

But the further he walked, the less doubt Porter had.

Because many things were different from his dream.

I guess it's because I've seen photos of the palace or something before, and combined with what happened recently, I dreamed of something that seems to be real.

Wait until Mr. Porter comes to the door of the audience hall again.

Mr. Porter also took a careful look at the details around him, which were indeed different but similar.

It makes sense, this is what dreams are like!
After nodding, Potter stepped inside as the door opened.

Unlike in the dream, this time after I came in, the door behind me did not close immediately.

But it's just open.

The setting sun also shines slowly through the uniquely shaped hollow layers on both sides in an inclined posture.

Although what appeared before my eyes was the scene of the setting sun, there was none of the unsettling sense of oppression that I had in the dream. Instead, there was a kind of beauty that was miraculously difficult to describe in words.

The afterglow that shines through the hollow layer is like cut golden silk, gently spread on the ground, creating a dreamlike atmosphere; it is also like the brushstrokes left inadvertently by a mysterious painter, outlining an intoxicating picture.

This kind of beauty is not a deliberately carved gorgeousness, but comes from the simplicity and purity of the interweaving of nature and light and shadow.

And it forms a perfect contrast with the Queen at the end of the hall.

It is as if the majesty emanating from the queen and the unique feminine beauty echoed with the beautiful light bestowed by nature, setting off each other, and together forming a magnificent scene that is shocking and unforgettable.

And for some reason, it was clear that the Queen and the person she had decided to serve were mortal enemies.

But when looking at the Queen at the end, Mr. Porter always thinks of Grand Duke Trajan.

Poor Mr. Porter is having a hard time understanding the current situation.

"Potter Harry."

As Mr. Porter knelt on one knee in confusion.

The Queen's voice sounded, and then she gave Mr. Potter a blow:
"You have met my teacher and worked for him, right?"

Um??????

How could it be completely different from the dream?!
And what does teacher mean?!

Mr. Potter looked up in disbelief.

"What did you say?!"

"I said that you met my teacher, Duke Trajan Westeros, and gained his trust and worked for him, right?"

"what?!"

Mr. Porter stood up subconsciously due to the huge shock and disbelief.

But immediately, after noticing the change in perspective, he knelt down again in a hurry.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, this is truly surprising."

The Queen didn't mean to care about these things.

She just asked again:
"You've met my teacher, right?"

When the Queen asked again, Mr. Potter remembered the Grand Duke's last instructions.

Just tell the truth, there's no need to hide anything.

So, actually, there is no such thing as enemies or not enemies from the very beginning?
Mr. Porter finally understood why people like to say that dreams and reality are the opposite.

This is indeed a completely contradictory situation.

But in this case, what does my dream mean?

Am I entertaining myself?
Mr. Potter slumped.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"What did he say to you?"

This time, Potter no longer said how many years he had been the Queen's hunter or the Queen's lord.

He told the Queen everything directly and honestly.
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At the same time, in a secret little room in the Baratheon capital.

The last six of the original seven gentlemen were discussing in low voices what they had seen previously.

"It's so strange. These words don't seem like something a minor character could say."

"Yeah, at that time I even thought that one of us went up there in disguise."

Mr. Porter's smooth counterattack and self-affirmation really amazed these old nobles.

If we talk about backers, Your Majesty is my backer. If we talk about comrades, I can only be Your Majesty's subordinate.

This sentence was very amazing when I first heard it, and it was even more incredible after everything was over.

No matter how they thought about it, they didn't think that this was something a small pawn could say. Even the six of them were amazed by this skill. Because even if they didn't go to the different position, they couldn't help but think about whether they were too framing Zhongliang.

Watching the six of them discussing this matter there.

The emperor finally spoke:

"Well, my old friends, the facts are now clear. It was not Trajan who killed our old friend, poor Kantas."

"As you all know, he is just a pawn. Not to mention the pressure that is inherent in such a scene, the mental suggestion we constantly exert on him is not something a normal person can withstand."

"He would only tell the truth unless he was not only not afraid of death, but also felt that he could withstand everything."

"But is this possible? A coward who has only managed to get something by accumulating experience?"

After hearing what the emperor said, a duke could not help but say:

"But, Your Majesty, what he said is indeed not something a small pawn would say."

"It is precisely because it does not sound like something a small pawn would say that it increases its credibility, because it is the most appropriate thing for him to say in that environment."

This statement made the other five grand dukes nod their heads.

But the Grand Duke who spoke first still said with concern:

"Emperor, can't you just take his soul away? Or even use mental manipulation? You are the glorious angel who represents the ruler, you."

"My dear old friend, I am the Glory Angel of Sequence One, and so is that little girl. She will soon meet this little pawn."

"On this basis, anything extra will make her realize something is wrong in advance."

This left the first Duke of the Lion family speechless.

Finally, he could only bow his head and say:

“But I really think there are too many problems.”

"There are not many questions, my old friend, you are just overthinking. We just need to get to the bottom of it and get the answers."

The emperor walked up to him, put his arm around his shoulders and said:
"For example, even in such a situation, he insisted that he was a minister of the Queen. This is enough to prove that everything we found was wrong and all the problems we encountered were arranged by the Queen."

"But Your Majesty, Kantas is dead. Does this mean that the Queen already knows about this?"

The emperor just smiled and said:

"Impossible, my friend, she couldn't possibly know. If she knew, with our control over the Imperial City, why didn't any of you or I notice anything wrong?"

"I like what His Majesty the Lionheart said: I will not allow others to sleep soundly on my bed."

"Do you think that if young Ansha knew about this situation, would she be able to sit still?"

The Grand Duke gave up and said:
"I can't sit still anyway."

"That's right, she doesn't know, we have to keep calm."

"But it wasn't her, so how did Kantas die?"

In response, the emperor let go of the hand that was around his shoulder, looked into the distance and said:
"I think our allies may have more ideas."
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In the southern territory of Khazad-dum, Prince Adela finally received a response from his mother.

As if to take care of her son's feelings, his mother did not issue an oracle but instead gave him a letter.

The content of the letter is simple and contradictory.

"Kill Contus Westeros immediately before anything happens in the South. Then continue to cooperate with the Emperor."

Prince Adela frowned deeply when he saw the letter.

He couldn't understand his mother's will.

When he saw the first sentence, he thought he had convinced his mother for the first time.

But why did he continue to cooperate with the emperor after killing Kantas?

Wait, that’s not right. I didn’t tell my mother that Kantas was also in the South Territory!

The young prince finally responded to a key issue.

That is, it was only after Contessa Westeros came to the South that he learned that the other party had also come.

He sent the letter to his mother on his way to the southern border.

So someone else told the mother about this?

who is it? !
Subconsciously, Prince Adela began to doubt the eight pure white knights he brought with him.

Prince Adela had no doubt that these eight pure white knights would absolutely defend his safety with their lives and even their souls.

But Prince Adela had no doubt about their loyalty to his mother.

But on second thought, I felt something was not right.

There is no need for my mother to do this.

And it was like telling herself that she did it.

If it was her mother, Adela was sure she would not have noticed.

"Then what's going on?"

Looking at the contradictory letter in his hand, Prince Adela felt extremely confused.

But slowly, Prince Adela discovered something and suddenly frowned.

After cutting the letter into two halves along the direction of his finger.

Prince Adela finally understood the key.

But the answer to one question brings more mysteries.

Is that why it happens?!
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At the same time in the audience hall.

Queen Ansha was listening quietly as Mr. Potter told her everything he knew.

Finally, the young queen heard Mr. Potter say that he met her teacher before returning to the imperial capital.

The queen, who had been keeping quiet, finally couldn't help but interrupt Potter and said:

"You said my teacher has returned to the Imperial Capital on your airship?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Mr. Porter still couldn't quite understand what was going on.

For example, why do the Grand Duke and the Queen have such a strange relationship?

And the Queen's voice continued:

"And you also said that it was my teacher who asked you to tell me all this truthfully?"

Potter nodded and said:

"Yes, Your Majesty. By the way, the Grand Duke also said that you will not embarrass me in this way?"

Because he found that something was not right, Mr. Potter's anger in the dream was also relieved.

About this question.

Queen Ansha just chuckled a few times:
"Potter Harry."

"Yes, I am, Your Majesty!"

"You are now a Silver Owl and Lord, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. So?"

In Potter's uneasiness, the Queen gave him a surprise:
"Since the teacher is willing to trust you, I also need to reward you for your achievements."

"Potter Harry, you are now the Golden Eagle of the Overwatch Council and an honorary baron of the Empire."

"His Majesty?!"

No, I'm promoted now?!
"Okay, I've asked all the questions I wanted to ask. Go down and rest, Baron Harry."

"Yes, your majesty."

In great confusion, Potter felt like he was floating out of the palace.

And he was the only one left in the audience hall.

Princess Ansha was leaning back on her throne, humming a light and bright tune.

The teacher's meaning is very clear, that is:

My dear Princess, I have no intention of hiding from you.

(End of this chapter)