In Kant Territory in the north, the ancient castle where the Kant family lived for generations, the aging Viscount Victor was receiving representatives from the Chamber of Commerce in the territory.
Many lights were lit in the reception hall, but the bright and constant light from the magic spar lamp still couldn't dispel the darkness and gloom that occupied the castle all the year round. In the rectangular hall, apart from the Viscount himself and several chamber of commerce representatives, there were only A few scattered servants, each shadow was reflected on the ground by the light from the magic spar lamp, stretched long, crooked and hazy.
However, everyone standing in the hall is unaware of the eerieness and horror here. In the eyes of the representatives of the chamber of commerce, today's lord is still as kind and elegant as ever, and he magnanimously promises benefits to both merchants and citizens things.
"The last batch of herbs and potions have been harvested this year, and the food has also had a good harvest," a representative of the chamber of commerce bowed and said, "We have found buyers for potions, but the sales of herbs are not good this year."
"Don't worry, Mr. Pyrex," Viscount Victor smiled gently, comforting the big businessman in his territory, "the caravan from the Holy Spirit Plain will come soon, and Frostwood Castle will come to buy a large amount of medicinal materials Yes, everyone's hard work for a year will not be in vain."
The aging viscount smiled very gently, and his eyes were always full of kindness. Few nobles would use this attitude to communicate with people who are not nobles. Although their etiquette standards make them use it when talking to inferior people. They have impeccable polite words, but their eyes and expressions cannot be so "in place", Viscount Victor is an exception.
He is well-known as a good old man who is "kind, friendly, fair and tolerant to the common people". Although he lives reclusively in the circle of nobles, every commoner in the territory loves and admires his old lord.
"Master Viscount, thank you for running for the people in the territory," another Chamber of Commerce representative said sincerely, "Please also pay attention to your body."
"Don't worry, my old bones are still strong," Viscount Victor laughed, "My useless son is about to return from his travels in the Holy Spirit Plain, and when he takes over the family business, I won't rest anymore Not too late."
Afterwards, the viscount began to ask the big merchants about the entry and exit of merchants in the territory this year and the purchase of cotton and ore. His inquiries were detailed and professional, which is really rare among contemporary nobles.
But suddenly, a faint gust of wind blew through the halls of the castle.
Obviously, there are bright magic spar lamps that will not be blown by the wind in all directions, but the light in the hall suddenly flickers and dims like candlelight meeting an air current.
The big merchants still didn't notice the changes in the hall, and the servants standing around did not show any abnormalities, but Victor Kant suddenly stood up from his chair, he looked up at the dark ceiling of the castle, his eyes For a moment, a lavender magic halo like starlight flashed.
Then he showed an apologetic smile to the business representatives in front of him: "Sorry, gentlemen, I am afraid that today's meeting has to end. I suddenly remembered that there is one more important thing to do..."
At the same time, in a hidden cave near the eastern border of Ansu, intertwined vines grew windingly, entangled on the boulder in the center of the cave, forming a shape like a huge sac, and suddenly, the sac opened, and a A beautiful but strange female figure emerges from it.
She has long dark green hair, fair skin and a pretty face, but under the hem of the dress that looks like a priest's robe, what is exposed is a terrifying limb like a tree root.
Bertila, the headmistress of the Death of All Things Society, has been dormant in this hidden stronghold near the front line of the Eastern Territory since she left the extreme southern region last time, observing the changes in the entire eastern region through the ubiquitous plants. But a sudden message through a secret channel "woke up" her from the state of symbiosis with plants.
The headmistress frowned, and her long dark green hair squirmed slightly like life behind her: "A bishop-level eternal sleeper... successfully approached and invaded the spiritual world of Gawain Cecil?!"
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Gawain walked in the darkness.
He still clearly remembered what happened before: the suspicious mercenary leader suddenly raised his head, smiled strangely at himself, and called out his name in a strange tone that seemed to be mixed with many human voices.
Then he was brought into this dark, chaotic and weird space by some kind of force.
He can be absolutely sure that he has been swayed by a powerful force, but this force should not be that of the mercenary leader. The opponent's physical fitness and breath strength are undoubtedly just a low-level knight, and in The moment the mercenary leader suddenly raised his head, Gawain still remembered that he sensed a powerful and chaotic force suddenly emerged from the aura of the knight leader, and the process was like "falling", so he guessed that the mercenary leader The leader of the army should be just a medium, he may be some kind of victim, used to send this powerful force to him, Gawain Cecil.
After the panic at the beginning, Gao Wen has calmed down now.
He walked around in the dark for a while, but he couldn't feel the slightest loss of physical strength, which indicated that this place was most likely not the physical world, but just some kind of "imaginary space" existing in his mind. He suspected that he was trapped in the In a certain mental cage, but as a soul that has been trapped in a satellite for at least hundreds of thousands of years (or maybe millions of years, after all, he will not count the years at all), he has actually mutated. There is not even an iota of tension about being trapped.
No matter how powerful the strong man in this world is, can he compare his operating life with the satellites in the sky
My old man was hanging in the sky to watch you learn to walk upright!
It was because of the arrogance and calmness of a satellite in his heart that Gao Wen had no fear of the situation in front of him. After confirming that he could not leave the current space by walking, he simply stood still and looked at the situation in front of him quietly. of darkness.
It's like looking down on the unchanging ocean and land back then.
He believed that the existence that pulled him into this dark space definitely had some kind of purpose, and the other party might be quietly observing him somewhere, and most or all carbon-based creatures in this world Judging from his patience, the other party can't exhaust himself.
Ta will definitely not be able to bear it and jump out on his own initiative.
To say that Gao Wen's only worry now is to hope that this "imaginary space" can be the same as the settings in most stories, and the flow of time is different from the outside world, otherwise it will be bad if Hetty and others outside think that they are dead again After having two granddaughters, she might bury herself again, and Amber would dig out everything in the grave when she was buried again...
Damn, it's scary just thinking about it.
Gao Wen had various thoughts in his mind, and he didn't know how long the time in this imaginary space had passed. Then he suddenly saw an illusory glimmer of light emerging from the darkness in front of him.
It seemed that the "existence" who was watching quietly couldn't bear it anymore.
Gawain smiled, watching the ray of light in front of him become more and more solid, getting closer and closer, and finally turned into a figure in a white robe, with a smooth white mask on his face, no male or female, he heard From under the mask came a deep voice that was equally indistinguishable between male and female: "Duke Gawain Cecil, you are more patient and calm than I imagined. You are indeed a great hero seven hundred years ago. You This xinxing is something I have never seen in other people.”
"Your patience is far worse than I imagined," Gao Wen said lightly, "I thought you would spend a hundred and eighty years here with me."
"Please don't be resentful. The way I invited you may be a bit rough, but my fundamental purpose is just to have a good talk with you. Maybe you will be more comfortable in a different conversation environment?"
The white-robed man wearing a white mask waved his hand casually while talking, and countless colors and lines appeared in the surrounding dark space in an instant, and these color lines were combined into various things in an instant Gawain found himself standing in a vibrant garden surrounded by dense flowers and low shrubs. Some servants with vaguely recognizable faces were busy walking around in the garden. See the tall main building of the castle.
It all looked familiar.
Gao Wen thought for a while before finding the corresponding image from the memory of the original owner of the body. He glanced suspiciously at the white-robed man in front of him: "What do you mean?"
"Could it be that I didn't restore it properly?" The white-robed man pretended to be surprised, "I have tried my best to restore this place according to those ancient memory fragments. Look, those servants, don't you know their faces? Most of the scenes of this castle are extracted from their memories, look at those plants, and those buildings... Is there any difference from the Cecil Castle in your memory?"
Before Gao Wen could answer, the white-robed man continued on his own: "Ah, the memory extracted from the dream may indeed be distorted, and such a castle that does not conform to the facts may make you feel unhappy. What about the environment?"
As the white-robed man finished speaking, the scene in front of Gawain changed again. The Cecil Castle and gardens seven hundred years ago disappeared, replaced by a high-altitude platform with exquisite and luxurious round tables. With seats and round tables, there are various snacks and tea, and outside the platform, you can overlook a magnificent city.
There are countless gorgeous white buildings in that city. Towering mage towers and floating crystals are dotted all over the city. The blue light flow filled with magical brilliance flows between the buildings, embellishing the whole city like a paradise on earth. The city In the sky, one could vaguely see a huge translucent shield with countless runes floating in it, and farther away, one could see a blue beam of light connecting the sky and the earth coming from outside the city From here, it goes straight into the sky like the Tower of Babel in the legend of the earth...
The ancient capital of Gondor, and... the Deep Blue Well? !
"Would you like this scene better?" The man in white robe sat down at the round table, without any expression on the pure white smooth mask, but with a smile in his voice, "After all, you also experienced the glorious period of Gondor. characters, perhaps you would prefer to recall the magnificent scene of the heyday of the human empire?"
"Sorry, when the Gondor Empire was in its heyday, I was just an apprentice knight on the northern border of the empire. I don't know what the bustling imperial capital looks like," Gawain sat down at the round table, opposite the white-robed man, " But the scenery is really good, and I can still see what the Deep Blue Well looked like back then."
"Then I'm relieved," the white-robed man said happily, "Then, the Eternal Sleeper has paid tribute to you, and now it's time for you to cooperate." 8)