On the extremely solemn and sacred corridor, the sound of high heels falling on the ground sounded clearly, giving the surrounding solemn atmosphere a touch of elegance.
Priscilla raised her head and walked forward, bringing Al, dressed in a peculiar fashion, toward the terminal of an endless corridor.
Surrounded by heavily armed guards.
Wearing armor and holding long spears, they stood there like a statue stationed here, and they didn't move even if they even moved, which is enough to show that they are well-trained.
And the eyes of these guards were all on Priscilla alone, as if Priscilla was the focus of the audience, and he ignored Al who was following him.
Naturally, he ignored walking on the other side.
Compared to Priscilla who walked with her head upright and Al who looked leisurely, Fang Li was simply walking.
That is to say, he didn't show any personality, and he didn't look around, just lack of interest.
After all, Fang Li had no intention of coming here.
"Obviously, I didn't plan to come here, but did you obediently follow your concubine?"
Priscilla didn't look back, just covered the lower half of her face with a lace fan, and smiled without knowing what the meaning was.
"Although the concubine is so hopeful, so the world will definitely satisfy the concubine's desire, but the concubine thinks you will struggle a little bit."
Hearing this, Fang Li didn't even look at Priscilla, just said something like this.
"Regardless of your factors, even if I leave now, I guess I will come here again for various reasons in a while, right?"
Fang Li said silently: "After all, the signs that some people hope that I am here are so obvious that they don't have the energy to guess."
For example, the one who gave Priscilla the information that Fang Li was tracing the Witch's Cult.
"So, you just give up meaningless actions, do you intend to go straight into it no matter what traps ahead?" Priscilla said sarcastically, "I really don't know if you should be said to be courageous or very confident? ."
"No, no," Al interjected at this moment and said in a relaxed tone: "When it comes to boldness and self-confidence, no one can compare to you, princess, in this respect, This brother is really suitable to be your husband."
"You are right to say that." Priscilla said in agreement: "If you are a mortal who only fears the unknown fate ahead, you will be regarded as the husband of a concubine, and in the end it will be only the eighth unlucky ghost. That's it."
These words, spoken by the rumored "Blood Bride", are truly unimaginable.
"So, I said brother..." Al leaned close to Fangli, pressed his elbow against Dingfangli's flanks, and said teasingly, "Are you afraid of being killed by the princess and choosing to refuse? ?"
Fang Li glanced at Al and said, "If you really have the ability to make me feel the fear of death."
Such words without any emotion caused Al to close his mouth on the spot.
Even Priscilla seemed to perceive something with amazing intuition, didn't look back, just still had a smile that couldn't be seen through.
Before long, the group finally saw the end of the corridor.
There, there is an extremely magnificent double door.
A person is guarding the gate.
"It's been a long time, Master Priscilla."
Towards Priscilla bowed his head to greet her.
It was a middle-aged man who was about forty years old, also fully armed, but without a helmet on his head, and his aura was obviously different from that of ordinary guards.
Attitude, neither humble nor overbearing.
Obviously, this man is not a guard, but a knight.
Moreover, it was a guard knight who belonged directly to the royal family.
Facing this guard knight, Priscilla only said something arrogantly.
"Open the door."
Hearing these words, the other party did not follow suit, but cast their eyes on Fang Li and Al.
Soon, I asked for convenience.
"Are these two knights of Lord Priscilla?"
Facing this inquiry, Priscilla answered like this.
"Only the clown over there is my knight, and the other is my future husband."
"Husband?" The other party was stunned.
"Yes, husband." Priscilla said as a matter of course: "The husband of the future king of this country, you are not allowed to say that he cannot enter."
The unreasonable and willful attitude caused the other party to frown directly, and looked at Fang Li's body vaguely.
However, since Fang Li didn't even bother to deal with Priscilla, he would naturally ignore the guard knight in front of him.
Therefore, the convenience is the default voice.
"Please go in again."
When the words fell, the door gradually opened.
What Fang Li showed before his eyes was the hall that perfectly matched the word "palace".
There is a red carpet on the ground.
The walls are gorgeous and brightly decorated.
Luxurious chandeliers hung from the high ceiling.
At first glance, it looked like a dance hall in a dance party.
The difference is that in the deepest part of the hall there is a high platform with steps.
On the high platform, there are seats one by one.
And in the center of these seats, located in the deepest part of the hall, there is an obviously extraordinary position.
It was a throne with a dragon-like wall behind it.
Therefore, this is the audience hall of the Royal City.
See the king's hall.
When Fang Li walked into such a hall, almost everyone cast their gazes.
I saw that there were already many people in the hall.
These people, with the exception of a few, are basically divided into two factions.
One group is wearing a white-based uniform with a knight sword at the waist.
These people are the knights of the Knights of Guards.
Another faction is wearing a formal dress and seems to be a nobleman.
A military attaché who is mainly a knight.
Civil officials dominated by nobles.
The people who are here are the central organization of Lugonika, the kingdom of pro-dragon, and constitute the high-level figures of the entire kingdom.
In other words, at this moment, all the high-ranking officials of the entire Dragon Kingdom Lugonika were present.
If it is taken for granted, it is also taken for granted.
Because today is the meeting that announced the start of Wang Xuan.
It can be seen that in front of the high platform in the deepest part of the hall, the most central figures of this meeting have been fully present.
Inside, there are nobles in military uniforms.
Inside, there is a girl in casual clothes.
Inside, there is a girl in a dress.
There are also half-elves in white robes.
"Fangli?"
Seeing Fang Li slowly walk in from the outside, the silver-haired half-elf couldn't help covering his mouth with one hand, and a pair of purple pliers-colored eyes were filled with consternation and shaking.
It is Emilia.