【生肉搬运】鸟雀passerine 第一章(10)
“Hello, stranger!” one of the guards at the gates called out. “You sightseeing?”
Technoblade paused at the man’s cheerful tone. Most of the guards that caught sight of Techno’s sword and blood-red cape were quick to draw their weapons, but aside from spears that seemed more decorative than threatening, the guards at the gates didn’t seem to be on guard at all. Hubris, the voices said, this is a kingdom of hubris.
“Perhaps,” Techno drawled, indulging the guard. “Although, I suppose I’m more curious about the inside, rather than the outside.”
“Why didn’t you just say so!” The guard beckoned Techno forwards. “The castle is always open for tourists. Just come right in!”
That was how Techno found himself walking leisurely down the halls of a castle that, under normal circumstances, he would have been storming, blades drawn. The guards did draw the line at his weaponry, and made him discard his swords at the door—as if Technoblade needed more than his hands (and sometimes, not even those) to wreak havoc. The castle’s laxness in security was disproportional to the opulence within: lush carpet softened Techno’s footsteps, elegant tapestries decorated the walls, flowers bloomed from vases as tall as him, and oil paintings in gilded frames. Paintings of solemn landscapes, of wild animals roaming a cultivated garden, of a dark-haired boy astride a white horse, a hint of a smile in the corner of his mouth, and of the king—
Technoblade paused at the man’s cheerful tone. Most of the guards that caught sight of Techno’s sword and blood-red cape were quick to draw their weapons, but aside from spears that seemed more decorative than threatening, the guards at the gates didn’t seem to be on guard at all. Hubris, the voices said, this is a kingdom of hubris.
“Perhaps,” Techno drawled, indulging the guard. “Although, I suppose I’m more curious about the inside, rather than the outside.”
“Why didn’t you just say so!” The guard beckoned Techno forwards. “The castle is always open for tourists. Just come right in!”
That was how Techno found himself walking leisurely down the halls of a castle that, under normal circumstances, he would have been storming, blades drawn. The guards did draw the line at his weaponry, and made him discard his swords at the door—as if Technoblade needed more than his hands (and sometimes, not even those) to wreak havoc. The castle’s laxness in security was disproportional to the opulence within: lush carpet softened Techno’s footsteps, elegant tapestries decorated the walls, flowers bloomed from vases as tall as him, and oil paintings in gilded frames. Paintings of solemn landscapes, of wild animals roaming a cultivated garden, of a dark-haired boy astride a white horse, a hint of a smile in the corner of his mouth, and of the king—
两a相逢必有一o的肉在第几章
