Sword of Dawn

"Starry sky...starry sky..." Mordir slowly closed his notes, and tapped his forehead with the battle staff held in his other hand, "I did see the huge throne back showing a The picture of the starry sky, but I can’t remember what it looks like at all... No, with a mage’s mind, I should at least remember some... Memory problem again? Is it some kind of powerful spiritual restriction?"

The old mage suddenly stopped tapping his forehead, and frowned: "No, I can't continue thinking about it. There is a risk of contamination. This matter has to be suspended for a while."

The great adventurer's rich experience of killing and not dying began to play a role. Modil stopped from the edge of the dangerous exploration. He took a few deep breaths to let his heart and mind gradually return to normal, and then put away his notes. Get ready to get out for some fresh air before heading to the Adventurer's Bar for a drink.

But just as he was about to walk to the door, a not-too-unfamiliar breath entered his perception. The old mage stood still at the door, and then he heard a polite knock on the door and a young woman's voice from outside: "Mo Master Dill, are you up yet?"

Modil opened the door and saw a young girl with black hair and black dress standing in front of him.

He knew this girl—he once met the hill made of clusters of crystals, and he knew that this gentle and delicate girl was actually a giant black dragon, and it should be the leader of the dragon tribe, He Lagor's exclusive courier.

"I hope I didn't disturb your lunch break, Master Mordir," the black dragon girl bowed slightly, with a smile on her face, "I'm sorry to visit you rashly during your rest days——I have an invitation."

"Don't worry, I just woke up," Mordir raised his eyebrows, not looking very surprised, "Your Excellency Heragor is looking for me again?"

The black dragon girl nodded: "Boss, please go to the meeting hall in the inner city, is it convenient now?"

"It's not inconvenient," Modil said casually, and at the same time he raised his hand and gestured to the side, and the robes, hats and other things hanging on the coat rack immediately flew by themselves, and they were dressed neatly on him. There are no arrangements, and there are some things I want to discuss with your leader-he should be a well-informed man... Dragon."

While talking, he walked out, but then suddenly remembered something, and looked at the black dragon girl in front of him with a strange expression: "Speaking of which, if you go to the inner city, you don't need to fly there... I really can't do it myself You can fly too..."

He was recalling the experience of being taken to the top of the mountain by the other party's paws last time-it was obviously not a comfortable transportation experience.

"Of course not," the black dragon girl couldn't help laughing, obviously thinking of the same thing, "The inner city council hall is not far from here, we will be there soon."

In the inner city of New Agondor, in the conference hall that was restored and transformed from a half-collapsed old factory facility, a reception room was lit with warm and soft lights. Mordir came here under the leadership of the black dragon girl , and the leader of the dragon clan who has lived for a long time and accumulated a long knowledge unimaginable by humans has been waiting here for a long time.

After entering the room, the black dragon girl with ear-length short hair left silently, and Mordir tidied up his mage robe a little bit, then walked towards the golden dragon who kept the human form, who happened to come from He raised his head from the desk case, and looked at the great adventurer wearing a black soft hat with pale golden vertical pupils.

"Your Excellency Heragore, you are looking for me this time..."

Just halfway through Modil's words, Heragor's expression suddenly changed. The dragon leader suddenly stood up, leaning forward and staring at the old mage, as if he wanted to examine the latter's soul through this body : "Master Mordir, where did your soul go before?!"

Modir swallowed back the words behind him immediately, his astonishment lasted less than half a second, and he realized that the powerful golden dragon in front of him must have seen something wrong with himself, and at the same time he himself was the first to Time thought of the grotesque experience he experienced not long ago in the black and white space suspected of being in the shadow world, and his expression instantly became serious: "Your Excellency Heragor, have you found anything?"

"Your soul has a very obvious...exotic aura," Heragor stared at Mordir's eyes, the golden vertical pupils belonging to the giant dragon reflected the figure of the old mage on one side, and on the other hand Reflecting a pale, blurred soul, "Some kind of power that doesn't belong to the real world has left a deep imprint on your soul...but this power is fading fast, if you come later, I'm afraid even me I can't see the traces anymore."

"Really?" Modil looked astonished, but at the same time he had some doubts, "This shouldn't be...how could I not be aware of the problem with my soul..."

"I'm afraid that imprint also interfered with your judgment, or the power behind that imprint is too strange, in your 'spiritual blind spot,'" Heragor's expression did not relax at all, "Master Mordir, what happened? what?"

"...I had a dream, and it may not be a dream. As you said, my soul may have temporarily fallen into a different space similar to the Shadow Realm," Mordir thought for a while, thinking that the dragon in front of him The leader didn't need to plan anything for himself on this kind of issue, and he had the intention to inquire about certain things from the other party, so he no longer concealed the weird "dream experience" and said in detail, "Things Just a few hours ago, I woke up from a dream and saw a barren wilderness covered with gray-white dust and broken boulders, and a black and broken city ruins that seemed to be impossible to reach forever...

"I also saw a figure as huge as a mountain sitting on a collapsed throne. The throne was made of an unknown off-white material, and it seemed to have been integrated with the surrounding sand and dust. The lower part of the throne looked like It’s some kind of religious altar; that figure looks like a woman, wearing a long black dress with no style or material, and there are gray-white cracks or lines wandering on her body like superimposed light and shadow. I can’t see her appearance clearly, but able to hear her voice...

"I also heard my own voice, but I couldn't see where that voice came from..."

In order to get as much help as possible, Mordir described in detail what he remembered, and then added his brief "dream" on the boat. Finally, until Modil's narration finally came to an end, the leader of the Dragon Clan exhaled lightly, and asked with a serious expression: "Before boarding the mechanical ship that departed from Beigang, have you ever experienced anything like this?" experience, right?"

"That's right," Mordir knew what the other party wanted to say, "It can be considered that this phenomenon only appeared after approaching Tarrond."

"The black-and-white space similar to the Shadow Realm, the endless gray-white desert, huge rocks... and the black city ruins that seem to be impossible to reach forever..." Heragor frowned and said to himself in a low voice, " The huge collapsed throne, and the altar structure under the throne..."

"Do you know where that is?" Modil couldn't help asking, "You have lived for nearly two million years, there should be nothing in this world that you don't know."

Heragor shook his head: "There is no true all-knowing person in this world, and even the eyes of gods have limitations. I have no impression of the place you described, whether it is the real world or the shadow world, or those weird Neither the elements nor the spirit planes have a completely matching environment..."

Modil didn't hide the disappointment on his face: "Is that so...you don't even know about it."

Heragor continued to shake his head: "Sorry, I can't help you in this regard, but I agree with your judgment - the environment in that place is very close to the Shadow Realm, although there are still many unexplainable contradictions, But it definitely has a lot to do with the Shadowlands, and..."

The golden dragon stopped suddenly, and the expression on his face became very strange——the expression contained a little fear, a little suspicion, and more nervousness and solemnity.

He raised his head and stared into Mordir's eyes with unprecedented solemnity: "Can you describe again what that huge 'lady' looks like?"

"Of course," Mordir nodded immediately, and described the lady who seemed to be a god he saw in the "dream" again, and at the end he suddenly remembered something, and added, "By the way, I still I remember that when He faced the terrifying and blasphemous monster at the end, a weapon appeared in his hand. It was a scepter condensed from the gray-white cracks wandering around her body. It was half black and half white, and had a very strong sense of presence. I can barely take my eyes off that thing..."

"Half-black and half-white scepter!?" Heragor's eyes widened instantly, as if some vague guess he had just had was suddenly confirmed. Seeing his gaffe, he sat down slowly.

"It seems that you know the identity of that 'lady'," Modil judged from the other party's reaction, "What is it that I saw..."

"As you guessed, Master Mordir, a god," Heragor exhaled softly, "but he is not a god of this era... He has been missing for more than 180 million years."

Chapter 1214 God's Unsolved Case

The answer from the leader of the dragon clan made Modil stunned on the spot. This old mage has always believed that he is determined and calm, and he rarely falls into a state of astonishment no matter what situation he encounters. This is a really outrageous situation - a god who has been missing for more than 180 million years just "bangs" in front of him, and the calm state of mind on weekdays also has huge waves at this time.

"You... tell me in detail," Mordir couldn't help leaning his upper body forward, his face was full of astonishment and curiosity, "The missing ancient god? Do you mean that the god still has the word 'disappeared'?"

"Of course, gods can even be killed, expelled, flee, hide, and even commit suicide under certain circumstances—divinity and humanity are two sides of one," Heragor said with a serious expression, but in Before continuing to answer Mordir's question, he first confirmed the status of the old mage, "Talking about gods is a dangerous thing, I must first confirm your situation, Master Mordir, are you sure you have confronted that... ...God? Hear His voice?"

"I'm sure, [-] percent sure—otherwise why would I be joking?"

"Sorry, it's just that this matter is too bizarre, I can't help but want to confirm it several times," Heragor nodded, "You didn't feel mentally polluted when you heard His voice and saw His figure ? Even after waking up, you didn’t hear any persistent raving or other weird noises in your head?”

"No, I am also very strange about this - I know what spiritual pollution is. In some ancient ruins and relics, I have come into contact with relics with spiritual pollution, and the pollution produced by evil spirits and unjust souls can last Quite a while, but I didn't suffer any lasting damage after witnessing that 'lady'...but btw, while that 'lady' didn't cause pollution, the one running from the ruins of the city The terrifying existence that came out gave me an extremely dangerous feeling, and I'm sure that if I had looked at him even more at that time, it would have been very difficult to get out of my body."

"You mentioned that the 'lady' has a pattern like a starry sky on the throne, but you can't remember the specific content at all?" Heragor asked again, "and you tried to record what the 'lady' said The dream described, but after waking up, the corresponding notes have also turned into unrecognizable graffiti?"

Mordir nodded: "Yes, it seems that there is some kind of force that prevents this knowledge from entering the real world. Whether it is with the help of my memory or the notes I wrote, all traces have been erased."

Heragor frowned, and whispered to himself in confusion: "...a typical god's 'miracle', but there is no corresponding divine pollution...what happened to him? And there is the starry sky, and the starry sky is not The authority He wields is right..."

"So which god are you talking about?" Modil finally couldn't help asking, "I've already..."

"Goddess of Shadow, Lady of the Night, Lord and Protector of Shadows and Night—His mythological features are her huge body, her long skirt that can cover the earth like night, the light and shadow wandering around her, and the black and white power that separates the boundary between light and shadow." Rod," Heragor no longer concealed, staring into Mordir's eyes and said, "In this era, except for a few ancient dragons and...ancient beings, no mortal knows the accurate description of these mythological characteristics. "

Mordir sat at the table, opened his mouth, and made a sound after a few seconds: "Oh...so this god has disappeared..."

"Yes, it is missing, but very few mortal races in the world know this," Heragor said slowly, "People who can master the way of shadows have always been rare, and mortals who believe in it are even more so. Minorities, because it is almost impossible to obtain responses from the divine arts and clear oracles, shadow beliefs are in a thin, loose, and intermittent state in every season of civilization. Some people even question whether this god is real, and only the oldest beings know that the Shadow Goddess does exist, but... she has been missing for more than 180 million years, and after her disappearance, the world Strangely, no new Shadow Gods have been spawned."

The ancient dragon who has experienced civilization changes again and again said in a low voice that he himself is an "ancient existence" who knows those secrets: in his youth, in the years before the sailor came, in the dragon It was just one of the many extraordinary races on this planet, and there were many intelligent races and corresponding gods on the other continents. He knew that the Shadow Goddess was one of the main gods of the Loren Continent at that time. The Lord of the Night, the common belief of several dark races, has the mythological characteristics described by Mordir.

After the arrival of the voyager, the dragons chose to self-isolate, and the gods who had fallen into madness outside Tarrond were cleaned up. Almost all the gods were completely destroyed by the voyager's expedition fleet, only the shadow goddess ...seems to have miraculously escaped the hunt of the Voyager.

Only a handful of people on the entire planet knew about this matter—Modill was obviously not among the handful of people.

So the scenes described by the great adventurer could not have been fabricated by him.

"...It looks like I've got a big deal on the table," Modir nodded with experience, seeing the increasingly serious expression on the face of the dragon leader in front of him, "Well, I've got a big deal on the way again."

Heragor looked at the great adventurer in front of him seriously: "Have you ever come into contact with the strange relics in the shadow realm, or touched anything similar to the relics of gods?"

"I don't remember," Mordir shook his head honestly, "I don't even remember that I have ever been to such a weird place in the shadow world, let alone come into contact with the relics of the gods related to it... But my memory you I know, who can tell?"

"...This is indeed a problem." Heragor withdrew his gaze and said with a little helplessness, while Mordir recalled the details in his memory and asked: "What about the twisted place that emerged from the ruins of the city?" Thing... do you know anything?"

Heragor was meditating with a serious expression, as if he was traversing his nearly 200 million years of memory, but in the end he still shook his head regretfully: "I have never heard of or seen anything like it. It must have never appeared in the real world, but one thing is for sure... If the lady you see is Miss Ye who has been missing for more than 180 million years, then it can only be another A god, or an existence equal to a god."

Mordir covered his head with his hands, and muttered as if he had a headache: "... If that's the case, it's really the ugliest god I've ever heard of. Then again, how could I suddenly get in touch with these existences? Have a relationship?"

"I don't know the reason, but many times in the field involving gods, neither mortals nor gods have the power to decide their own destiny. Maybe it's just a coincidence, or maybe it's due to an accident many years ago," Heragor raised his head, with an attitude Very solemn and sincere, "No matter what the reason is, you have been entangled by fate, Master Mordir - please be careful next time, after you leave here, don't talk about your dreams with ordinary people unless necessary Now, and it is best not to mention any words about Lady Ye and that twisted and chaotic thing, so as to prevent those two high-level beings who do not know where they are located from establishing further connections with you through the power of words and cognition.

"In addition, if you encounter any similar weird experiences in the future, please come to discuss with me immediately and let me check your soul state - at least in the field involving gods, I still know a little more than ordinary people of."

"I understand, and thank you very much for your help, Your Excellency Heragor." Mordir nodded his thanks sincerely. He knew that an ancient dragon leader like Heragor was willing to personally help a person of unknown origin. The aliens are very rare. Perhaps the leader of the dragon clan has his own plans, but whether it is the ancient information he revealed just now or the help he is willing to provide in the future, it is all real.

Heragor nodded lightly, and at the same time, he did not forget the purpose of calling Mordir here in the first place: "By the way, Master Mordir, I came to you today for another matter. .”

"Ah yes, I'd have forgotten if you didn't tell me," Modil slapped his head suddenly, "Why did you ask me to come here?"

"...Please stay at the adventurer's camp in the near future. There is a guest from afar who wants to see you," Heragor said after considering his words, "She has already set off from Loren Continent. She should It will be here soon."

"A guest from afar? A special trip to see me?" Modil was stunned for a moment. He couldn't think of anyone else in the world who would spend so much time across the ocean to meet such a bad old man with a bad memory—— After all, he has no relatives and no reason in this world, "Who? I don't remember ever owed a debt that could drive people across oceans to collect..."

"It's one of your descendants," Heragor couldn't help interrupting the old mage's overly divergent thinking, "We...'found' one of your descendants in Loren Continent."

While talking, he stared at Mordir's expression closely, sensing the fluctuation of magic power on the opponent's body, and paying attention to all the reactions of this great adventurer after hearing the news, while Mordir was in Hell Lagor fell into a state of astonishment for a full ten seconds after the words fell—until the leader of the Dragon Clan in front of him couldn't help coughing twice, he suddenly reacted, staring and saying: "What? "

"It's one of your descendants..."

"Oh, I heard it clearly, I heard it clearly, my descendant, I just didn't realize it all at once," Modil waved his hand and said quickly before the other party finished speaking, "But...you are serious ? No kidding? My descendants?! Where did you find them? Descendants... I didn't even know I had descendants..."

His reaction was expected by Heragor. The latter just waited quietly for the old mage's emotions to gradually calm down, and then said in a low voice: "We used a relatively special channel, and in a sense... ...Your descendants are actually not difficult to find, but the situation during this period is quite special, and I can't explain it to you in detail now."

"Okay, okay, my situation is not special..." Modil couldn't help summoning a bright arcane ball in his hand while talking, and kept turning the ball between his fingers The dangerous high-energy body seems to be unable to calm down completely without doing this, "Descendant, ha, you found my descendant... Wait, what is my descendant's last name? What does she do?"

He raised his head and stared at Heragor, but the latter could only helplessly spread his hands: "Sorry, there are some situations..."

"Oh, oh, well, I won't ask anymore," Modil seemed to understand something when he saw the other party's reaction, although he himself was not sure if he understood it, "It seems that the situation is really special, right? Then I'll just go back and wait... By the way, is there anything else I need to prepare? Like a meeting ceremony or something like that?"

"...that is your descendant, and it is she who must prepare for it," Heragor said helplessly, "All you need to do is wait."

"This is also..."

Faced with this sudden news, the great adventurer was really at a loss, and then he confirmed a lot of various things to Heragor. After half an hour of tossing, he finally took the strange expression and left the room.

The reception room suddenly fell silent, and only Heragor was left sitting quietly behind the table. The leader of the dragon clan looked at the direction the old mage was leaving. Driven by an ancient and mysterious magic device, the wall on one side of the room gradually brightened, and the figure of the black dragon Andal appeared in the middle of the screen.

"The matter of directly revealing the 'descendant' seems to make this great adventurer a little bit at a loss," Heragor said with a frown. "Is it really appropriate to do so?"

"This is Ms. Victoria's request, and it has also been approved by Gawain Cecil," Andal said in a low voice, "They will be contacted after all, and we can also observe Modil from this contact process. Will there be new changes, which will be good for further grasping his 'symptoms'. As for his hidden dangers of interruption of consciousness and reset... haven't we tested it? As long as you don't directly tell him the surname 'Wild' There's nothing wrong with it, even if he hears the name 'Wild,' as long as he doesn't tell him it's his."

"...A reaction like that of an undead..." Heragor said in a low voice, then he shook his head and changed the topic, "You have heard the 'experience' mentioned by Modil just now, have you heard about it? What do you think?"

"The lady holding the black and white scepter should be the Shadow Goddess who escaped from the navigator more than 180 million years ago. That's right. Whether it's mythological features or its weird status quo can be regarded as evidence-I really didn't expect it. A clue that has been suspended for nearly 200 million years will suddenly emerge today, and it also points to the dream of a mortal, the world is unpredictable."

"Perhaps Mordir's current strange state is due to the influence of that ancient god," Heragor nodded lightly, "There are too many mysteries behind this matter, where is that ancient god now? , What is the status, what is the purpose...these are all unknown. Perhaps we should also fulfill the responsibilities of the member states and submit a report at the next internal meeting of the Theocratic Council."

"That's for sure," said Andal, with a serious expression on his face, "In fact, I'm more concerned about the other 'suspected god' mentioned by Mordir than the clues of that 'Lady of the Night' The existence of... that indescribable monster."

Chapter 1215 "Yu Ling"

Hearing what Andal said, the expression on Heragor's face became more serious, and the room fell into a short period of silence. In the silence, the former dragon priest suddenly outlined a complex shape in the air with his fingers. The pale golden runes——As the runes gradually dissipated, the entire room was shrouded in invisible power, and it was isolated from the outside world.

"What do you think about that monster?" He looked at Andal in the communication interface and asked in a low voice.

"Since the advent of the Voyager to the present, every civilization change on this planet has been under our watchful eyes. We have recorded every god born during this period...including their real names, mythological characteristics, areas of authority, and even The wreckage fragments left after the accidental fall, but I recalled all the information just now, and I couldn't find a god that fits Modil's description, even considering the possible 'distortion' factors that may occur in the long-term seal or exile state. ..."

"Shapeless pieces of meat, irrational roars, flowing appearances, changing runes—this is not the form that normal gods should have, and even evil gods are not so blasphemous and ugly," Heragor said in a deep voice, "Normal gods come from the shaping of thoughts, while the thoughts of mortals are rooted in the 'average reason' of mortals. Reason does not allow such twisted and frantic products to be created in the thoughts, unless there is a problem in the birth process of this god at the beginning... …

"The thing described by Mordir has very obvious characteristics of out-of-control madness, but it can fight against ancient gods like Lady Ye, and it seems that it has been against an unknown number of years, which shows that its fighting instinct is very powerful, even It is possible that his 'madness' is his 'normality', that beneath the seemingly out-of-control surface, perhaps he still has sanity and even... wisdom."

Andal nodded slightly, and said while thinking: "Gods will decline significantly after losing the support of faith, but if a god has survived for more than 180 million years, the situation is different. Ms. Ye is the same as our old god. The same ancient god, no one knows how much power and wisdom he has accumulated in such a long time... and the 'evil god' who can fight him so far is at least an equal existence..."

Heragor didn't speak, but fell into silence while maintaining a thoughtful appearance. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly broke the silence: "To be honest, have you also thought of it..."

"The things bred in that tower," Andal's expression changed obviously, and he said in a complicated and serious tone, "Although there is no clear evidence, if the scope is limited to 'god-like but not god-like' things, I think I can only think of that."

"That's true," Heragor agreed, "The gods bred from the legacy of the voyagers indeed meet the conditions of 'abnormal birth process', and due to the rapid destruction of the Reverse Tide Empire, the gods they created also It is indeed very possible to be in that state of out-of-control madness, and some of the details mentioned by Modir fit the characteristics of 'out-of-control knowledge', but there is one problem... Shouldn't that thing be in the tower?!"

The two dragon chiefs at both ends of the communication device fell silent at the same time. After a few seconds of silence, Andal spoke in a very serious tone: "Maybe we should take some risks... That tower can't be left alone forever."

……

Thick and dark city walls guard the strangely stacked city. Towers stand between the row upon row of eaves and spires pointing to the sky. And winding alleys spread across the surface like some kind of intricate lair—the buildings in this city of a thousand towers are so densely packed that almost any figure walking in the city will be overwhelmed by these piled buildings. Covered up, even if you occasionally see people wearing mage robes flying between the houses, they are as swift and hurried as night ghosts.

And in the center of the city of thousands of towers, the towering royal tower "Dark Court" stands under the ever-dark vortex of the sky as always, and the "Eye of Night" floating on the top of the tower exudes a cool and dim light, overlooking it quietly. The city below seems to have a certain divine detachment.

All the way down from the inside of the tower, after passing through the layers of floors, houses and corridors, is the "Night Cave" at the bottom of the tower, where the "dreamless" who are in charge of guarding are gathering in the mirror-like Beside the pitch-black "water pool", vital ceremonies are being carried out devoutly, and the tops of the long staffs in their hands exude a different light than in the past - it is a group of pale flames, as if a glimmer of light squeezed out of the shadows Usually, they burn silently, but can only illuminate a small area around them.

Under the twilight, the guards prayed in unison, and deep and obscure syllables flowed from their throats. They were ancient spells, a language that no longer belonged to this era, and these voices were superimposed on the At the same time, they are as grotesque as a dreamy nightmare, they echo in the cave, appear everywhere and disappear at any time.

This kind of prayer lasted for an unknown amount of time before the leader of the guards suddenly stopped, and then the people around him stopped praying one by one in a certain order, with the echoing voices in the cave gradually calming down, every time Everyone's eyes couldn't help falling on the surface of the mirror-black "water pool"——under their gaze, the dark surface was extremely quiet at first, and then ripples suddenly appeared.

The guards looked tense, and they were always on the lookout for unexpected changes in the mirror, but when a deep and gentle murmur came out of the mirror, every guard's nerves were obviously relaxed.

Their leader listened attentively, as if he recognized a clear purpose from the deep and gentle voice, he nodded while listening, with a respectful and joyful expression on his face, until all the voices disappeared, and the ripples on the mirror surface returned to calm , he took a slight step back, and the pale flame at the top of the staff in his hand also turned into a normal magic light cluster.

At the top of the dark palace, in a circular room covered with a dark red carpet, Nash Nart, Prince of Mysteries, was sitting at his desk reading a letter sent from afar. Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and looked up at the desk. On the edge—a crystal ball floating there lit up in the next second, and inside the crystal ball emerged the slightly pale face of the leader of the underground watchman.

"Prince," said the leader of the watchmen, with respect in his tone, "the ceremony is over."

"Thank you, Rudolph, is everything going well?" Prince Nash put down the letter in his hand, and nodded slightly to the leader of the watchman, "What metaphor did our lord send?"

The look of the leader of the watchman became reverent and solemn: "The Lord said, let us continue to follow the previous direction. We must continue to select intelligent and qualified talents from Loren Continent, teach them the mysteries of magic, and continue to assist Loren. The mortal race of the Lun Continent builds their knowledge system and guards the progress of this season's civilization—now that the time is approaching, we can start preparing for the selection of the next batch of apprentices."

"Hmm..." Prince Nash nodded lightly, as if all of this was within his expectations, "Is there no more metaphor? Did the Lord mention whether He will return?"

"I never mentioned it," the leader of the watchmen shook his head, "The Lord seems to need a longer time to sleep."

"I understand," Prince Nash sighed, nodded and said, "Go down and rest, the time for the changing of the guard is coming soon."

The black-robed man in the crystal ball bowed slightly, and his figure quickly disappeared in front of Prince Nash, and it was not until the crystal was completely dimmed that the mysterious prince behind the desk finally got up, and he walked in the room with a thoughtful expression. Walking slowly.After walking around like this, he stopped suddenly, and a simple magic mirror hanging on the wall not far from him lit up almost at the same time.

The mirror reflected the scene in the room, but it did not reflect the figure of Prince Nash. Instead, a beautiful lady with a quiet temperament came out from the depths of the mirror, as if walking towards a window. Went to the mirror.

"Berna Dido," Prince Nash looked at the man in the mirror, frowning slightly, "Aren't you resting? I remember that today is the day for the tower's core inspection..."

"Aha—I'm resting, but I can't pretend I didn't see you going around and around," the lady in the mirror said helplessly, "Don't forget that your mind is closely connected with the dark court - Tell me, what happened again that made our mighty Prince of Secrets so worried? Could it be that the giant dragons in the north finally made up their minds to come to the island to cause trouble? Make trouble, more than 1 sea monsters got lost and swam to Violet, and landed in Prandell?"

Before Bernadette finished speaking, Prince Nash was already sweating down his feet. He shrank his neck and waved his hands: "Stop, stop, when did your imagination become so strong—that kind of scary scene is also thanks to you Come out."

"So what happened?" Bernadette raised her eyebrows, "It's rare for you to be in such a worried state."