frightfiction Chapter 110 Chapter 110
Chapter 110 Chapter 110
"Huh? This year's tour has been cancelled?" Romimos blinked.
"No, no, it's not all canceled, it's just that the places to go this year are far away, so I don't have time to go to places like Andunita again." Director Okanom explained.
"How far can it be?" The continent of Númenor is shaped like a five-pointed star, and Armenelos, the royal city where the Arlando Opera House is located, is located in the middle of the star. The straight-line distances are almost the same. "Could it be that the location of this performance is not in Númenor? Are we going to Middle Continent?"
"It's still so difficult to make a fool of yourself in front of you, Miss Romemos." Okanomu complimented like complaining.
Romimos didn't take it seriously, as Ocanom always did, most of the compliments he heard didn't represent pure appreciation, but just a habit of speaking.For ordinary people, this might make them feel better, but for a conceited person like Romemos, this kind of praise seems too cheap.
"Why did you suddenly go to Central Continent this year?" she asked.
"Uh." Ocanom's tone suddenly became slow, "You may not remember it yourself, but in fact, next year will be your tenth year in the Kingdom of Númenor."
Romemos didn't speak immediately, but her face and eyes sank visibly, which made Ocanom worry that she would suddenly explode into a rage in the next second.
"Oh, of course I remember, how could I forget?" But Romimos regained his composure after a while, and even curled up the corners of his mouth to smile, although that smile could make Ocanom, who was facing her directly, smile for a moment. Suddenly, his scalp was numb, "So, this is a celebration performance to commemorate the tenth anniversary of the Numenorese's victory on the battlefield of Umbar?"
"It is also a sympathy performance for the Numenoreans who immigrated to Middle-earth and the Numenoreans stationed there." Okanomu said cautiously, and subconsciously took half a step back as soon as he finished speaking.To the Númenoreans it was a glorious victory, but to Romimus it meant that she had to sing of her worst defeat and please her sworn enemy.
Miraculously, Romemos did not show much displeasure on his face, and of course he was definitely not happy either.If she was going to throw a fit over it, she would have done it a decade ago when she first performed for Farathon.
The day of revenge will come sooner or later, and now is not the time.She could only comfort herself like this.
However, if Farathon's obvious malice was ignored, Romemos actually wanted to go back to Middle-earth, even if it was just to get some fresh air, but could it really be that simple?
"Has Farathon clearly ordered me to go to Middle-earth with you?" Romimos asked.
"Yes, because Miss Romemos, you are the golden signboard of our theater." Okanomo thought that Romemos was unwilling to go, and continued to secretly look at her face, "You are useless in many major plays. Substitute, so..."
This is strange. "Is he not afraid that I will never come back after I go to Middle-earth?" Romemos asked, "Or is it that Farathon and Sauron will also go this time?"
"This is just a joke. The journey to Middle-earth is not short. One round trip plus the time of touring in various places. I am afraid that this trip will take a year before returning. How can His Majesty go in person?" Okanomu said. , his expression became more and more cautious, he was so humble that he didn't look like a manager, "As for the question you just said, His Majesty does have concerns, so before I go, I may have to order you to wear this... ..."
Ocanom took out a boxy black wooden box and opened it in front of Romemus. Inside the soft dark velvet was a pair of gold-plated rings, and each ring was decorated with three The golden bell, as long as it is shaken slightly, the crisp sound can be transmitted far away. This ring is exquisitely made, and it looks like a piece of jewelry at first glance.
"Bracelet?" Romimos glanced at it twice, and felt that something was wrong again. "Accessories? Anklets?"
"Almost..." Okanomu hesitated.
Romemos put a finger in a golden ring and lifted it up, and soon discovered the reason why Ocanom dared not show his air in front of her——between the two rings, A finger-thick gold chain connected them together.
"It's fetters." Romimos said the correct answer without emotion.
Ocanom looked as if he wished to grow eyes over ears from now on, as long as he could avoid meeting Romimos' eyes at this moment.
But Romimos was not angry, not at all, on the contrary, the little upset she had just calmed down, and Farathon's usual arrogance and stupidity made her want to laugh.Perhaps until now, he thought that Romemus was not much different from those witches who could only play tricks.
No, Farathon is not to be feared at all, and there may be other people who are really worried about Romemus going to Middle-earth.
"I still strongly suggest that you think twice, it is definitely a bad idea to let Romemos participate in this Middle-earth tour." Sauron stood in front of Farathon, compared with his usual appearance in front of Farathon, now he His tone was already very intense.
Farason frowned as expected: "I have my own way."
And Sauron, even if he was about to vomit blood in his heart because of Farathon's self-righteousness, he could only restrain himself and try his best to say nicely: "With all due respect, those methods are against Romimos..."
"I know what you want to say." Falazon interrupted him, with sarcasm in his eyes, "You mean, only you are the only one who can control her."
Sauron was silent for a short moment before speaking again: "This may offend you, but it is indeed the truth."
"That is, if I want to control her, I must use your power." Farason said, "So what? You want to use this to control me in turn?"
Sauron immediately lowered his head: "Don't dare."
"If Romemos is really like what you said, she is destined to be impossible to be owned and used by me directly, then she has no value to me, and I have nothing to lose even if she runs away." Falazon said, "But what I say , She has been more peaceful than you in the past ten years. Do you really think I don't know all about your little tricks down there? "
Sauron lowered his head even lower.
"Having said that, of course I still hope that this tour will go smoothly and there will be no extra problems." Fortunately, Falazon didn't go any further this time. "So you'd better try to ensure that Romimoth will come back obediently."
"Seriously?" Romimos sneered disapprovingly, "Do you think this can trap me?"
"Oh, Your Majesty also said," Okanomu added, "Your Majesty said that if you escape without authorization, all the responsibilities will be borne by Lord Mai Rong. I suggest you think more about your friends."
Romemos was taken aback.
Is there such a good thing?
And Sauron no matter how much he wanted to kill someone, he could only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.In fact, Sauron was not worried that Romemus would not return to Numenor. As long as Farathon was not dead, Romemus would definitely watch him take his last breath.
What Sauron was worried about was that once Romimos left under his nose, he didn't know what would happen.These things were not necessarily directed against the Númenorans, but may have been planned against him.However, it is even more impossible to say these words to Falazon. Is he going to say clearly that the alliance between himself and Romimos is more fragile than glass and can be easily disintegrated?Once Falazon discovers that the interests of Romimos and Sauron are not completely integrated, and some places are even opposite, the current situation will definitely take a 180-degree turn.
In fact, it is reasonable to say that Sauron is far from needing to be so anxious. There are Angmar Witch King and other ring spirits sitting in Mordor, and Romimus has no right to speak; her own territory is already in ruins, and the few survivors are scattered in It is absolutely impossible for all parts of Middle-earth to gather again in a short period of time; the elves and her have been enemies for thousands of years, and it is impossible to provide any help; As for the trouble that Sauron couldn't handle, what's more, Romemos may not be preparing to make trouble.
But Sauron still distrusted Romimos instinctively. The source of this distrust didn't even start after he betrayed Romimos in Twilight and had a big fight with him.As early as when Sauron saw Romemos for the first time, perhaps he had faintly felt that the four words Romemos represented trouble, uncertainty and uncontrollability. Most importantly, from the bottom of his heart, She is not the same as them.
Unnecessary incidents should be avoided as much as possible, Sauron thought to himself, and quickly made up his mind.To put it bluntly, whether Romimus himself went to Middle-earth was not the key, as long as Farathon thought she had gone, and for Sauron, it was easy to deceive the eyes of mortals.
After many years, Sauron contacted Vespa again.
When Sauron had not obtained the current power and status in the Númenor Empire, he had ordered Vespa several times to eavesdrop and steal all kinds of information and intelligence for him, but this girl's brains were very flexible. Secondly, with more and more resources available in Sauron's hands, Vespa's role will become dispensable.Now when the other party stood in front of him again, Sauron was not surprised to find that the woman's face and figure could actually vaguely see two parts of Romimos' shadow.
"Do you have any orders from me, my lord?" But even if the shadow existed, it was all broken into pieces the moment she spoke timidly.
"I want you to do one thing for me," Sauron came back to his senses, and cut straight to the point, "In three days, the Arlando Royal Opera Troupe will leave for Middle-earth from Port Romenna, and there will be a farewell party for you before that." , His Majesty the King himself will also be present, and I want you to switch identities with Romemos at that time."
"In front of His Majesty the King?" Vespa was taken aback, "No, no, please forgive me! If His Majesty finds out..."
"No, don't worry about it." Sauron interrupted her impatiently, "Just do what I tell you."
"It's... okay." Vespa reluctantly agreed, "But why?"
"You don't have to worry about that." Sauron said, "Also, don't tell Romemos that I asked you to do it."
"Okay, okay." Vespa nodded repeatedly in front of Sauron.
The so-called farewell party that Sauron said actually consisted of several people speaking in turn. First, Farathon spoke in an official tone for more than ten minutes, and then Queen Miriel expressed her expectations and expectations for the Royal Opera House's outing tour. Blessings, then Okanomu went up to speak, and finally the captain who drove the ship on this voyage.In this way, Rory talked back and forth for almost an hour.
After finishing his speech, Okanom secretly found Romemos behind the crowd, and said with a embarrassed face: "Miss Romemos..."
"I see. It's okay, just do it." Romemos said.
Okanomu said "Sorry" in a low voice as if he was pardoned, and then knelt down and handcuffed the shackles on Romemos's slender ankles, and locked them.
"I have to give the key to His Majesty the King, and it cannot be opened until we return from Middle-earth," he said, followed by another series of apologies.
Romemos looked very unhappy, but he didn't say much, but Vespa on the other side poked his head.
"Can you show me that key?" Vespa asked. "A few minutes."
"Yes, yes." Okanomu didn't know why, but still handed her the key, "But what's so interesting about it?"
"It's the first time I've seen such a big piece of gold." Vespa held the key in his hand, rubbing it here and there, "The key alone must be worth a lot of money, right?"
Okanomu couldn't laugh or cry: "It's just gold-plated. It's fine as an ornament, who would really use pure gold to make a key to unlock the lock?"
"What?" Vespa rolled his eyes, and threw the key to Ocanom again, "Your Majesty is so stingy, cut it."
"You mouth, you'd better be careful when you speak." Okanomu shook his head helplessly, looked left and right to see if no one else heard these words, then turned and left.
After the boring farewell party finally came to an end, a group of people set off for Romenna. The journey was peaceful until everyone started boarding the boat one after another. Vespa stopped.
"What is this going to do?" Seeing that the situation was wrong, Okanom hurried over.
"Is your name Vesper?" asked the leader of the other party.
Vespa was panicked and stuttered, unable to speak, Ocanom replied for her: "Yes. May I ask what you can do with her?"
The other party ignored him at all, just nodded: "That's right. Take it away!"
"Stop!" Okanomu was furious, "You must at least explain the matter to me clearly, otherwise I will never allow you to take away people from my theater just like this."
The leader rolled his eyes at him impatiently: "I advise you to wink. If you have the title of chief manager, you really think you are someone? If something happens in the way, don't blame me for not reminding you."
"Even if I'm not someone, His Majesty gave you the title of manager." Okanomu didn't give in, and confronted him, "This tour to Middle-earth is also a task entrusted to us by His Majesty. Miss Vespa is one of the most important of us. I would like to know who gave you the courage to stop me?"
"It's my order." When the two parties were in a stalemate, a voice suddenly came from not far away.
Okanomu followed the prestige, a surprised and shaken expression crossed his face at the same time: "Lord Mai Rong?"
But even if it was Sauron, no matter how powerful it was, it would not be as powerful as Farazon. Okanomu hesitated and wanted to insist. He looked at Romimos for help. The two were acquaintances, and maybe talking would be useful.
But Romimos was indifferent: "Since Master Mai Rong did this, there must be his reasons. Please don't worry too much, sir. If you don't get on the boat, it will be delayed."
"Wait, wait a minute!" Seeing that even Romimos was not going to stop him, Vespa finally couldn't bear it anymore, "Did you arrest the wrong person? I am... I am Vespa!"
"I know who you are." Sauron emphasized, "It's you I'm looking for."
"No, I'm really..." Vespa wanted to continue explaining, but Sauron didn't give her this chance. After winking, someone roughly covered her mouth and dragged her away. Even if Okanom wanted to stop it, he was powerless.
Vespa was finally let go until the big ship carrying the people from the Arlando Opera House to Middle-earth lifted anchor and left the port and gradually moved away towards the east.
Sauron was thinking of making up a seemingly convincing excuse to get Vespa—in fact, Romimos who had switched identities with Vespa—to get away with it. Before he could speak, Vespasian was crying. complained.
"You have taken the wrong man, my lord!" she said. "I am really Vespa, and it is Romimos who is in the boat."
Sauron froze for a moment, then raised his eyebrows: "What's going on? Didn't I tell you what to do?"
"I, I mentioned it to her." Vespa shrank his neck, "But in the end, it's up to Romimos to decide whether to change it or not. If she disagrees, then I have nothing to do."
"why?"
"This... I don't know." Vespa said with a bitter face, "She only said that this time it will be very hard, and the face-changing thing should be discussed after returning from this tour. I think she should It refers to the fact that His Majesty the King ordered her to wear shackles, if we switch identities, then I will be the one who can't take off the shackles now..."
Sauron sneered noncommittally, and didn't take Vespa's words to heart, but he did suspect that maybe Romimos had already noticed his relationship with Vespa.
Filled with doubts, Sauron looked Vespa in front of him up and down again, and the other party looked anxious and cowering.Occasionally, he secretly raised his eyes to glance at Sauron's face, and then immediately lowered his head.
"Okay, it's none of your business here, let's go." Sauron waved his hand, with a sad face.
"Oh? Where am I going? Back to Armenelos? I'm alone and I don't have much money..." Vespa yelled, but no one paid attention to her, Sauron and his men seemed to be elusive Appeared, then huffed and ran away.
Vespa stood there blankly for a while, stomped his feet angrily, left the port with his head down and his shoulders drooping helplessly, and disappeared into a deep and remote alley.
A few seconds later, a sea crow with a black back and a white belly flapped its wings and flew out of the alley, and was easily carried by a gust of wind and thrown into the distant sea.