The brave man opened the coffin and rose

The territory of House Breland in the north.

In the relatively new castle that had been rebuilt only ten years ago, old Victor Breland was attending a dinner party.

This dinner was held to entertain some business representatives.

Although the Breland family is not very wealthy, they are still a noble family after all. The only reason they are not wealthy is that they cannot afford to support six extraordinary people.

Of course, there is no problem with basic food, clothing and other necessities.

And the so-called business is not big enough, it is also compared with other nobles.

This is why the Breland family can still hold a dinner party and invite businessmen who are preparing to discuss some big business.

However, even though it has been rebuilt, a castle is still a castle after all.

The biggest difference between a castle and a manor is that no matter how bright the lights are, they still seem unable to dispel the darkness and coldness that has lingered in the depths of the castle for years.

The stone and protective properties mean that they are destined not to be a comfortable holiday place like a country estate.

If the Breland family's current situation was not really bad, and there was not even a site for building a manor that met the requirements of beautiful scenery and quiet life, their entire family would not have been crowded into the castle.

In the banquet hall, the shadows of the people standing scattered around the long dining table were stretched and distorted by the candlelight.

Of course, the people at the banquet didn't have eyes for finding fault.

They just enjoyed the food and drinks, and the business orders promised to them by this extremely approachable old nobleman.

In their view, even if it was a little eerie, it was a wonderful thing to be able to dine in a nobleman's castle and negotiate some big business.

This is not some uncomfortable castle at all; it is clearly their gold mine where they make money.

In their eyes, Victor Breland, the old nobleman, was one of the rare gentle men among the nobles.

The smile is gentle rather than proper, the etiquette is thoughtful rather than stubborn, and the look in the eyes is not pride in oneself but a truly impeccable gaze.

They certainly did not think that a nobleman would be a good guy. He was able to escape and protect himself from the purge when the young king ascended the throne ten years ago, and to come out on top in the competition for power among the separate families. He must have his own skills.

Therefore, they only thought that perhaps because of the terrible thing that happened to the main family of the Breland family when King Robert the Younger ascended the throne ten years ago, this old guy who was once a member of the main family had learned his lesson.

But, let’s judge by the actions, not the intention.

No matter what this old guy is thinking.

If a big deal has been negotiated, then he is the goddess of wealth of his own chamber of commerce.

"Don't worry, Mr. Spike. Although the country is in turmoil and the capital has been slow to send troops to suppress the rebellion, fortunately, our Breland family has already made preliminary contact with the newly born Marquis [Ryan]."

"There won't be any major problems with our trade routes. Even if they are going to march and fight, they still need to buy herbs and magical plants. Everyone will receive wealth corresponding to their hard work for a year."

Hearing what the "Goddess of Wealth" said, several merchants said respectfully, "Then please take care of your health, Lord Victor. The Breland family still depends on you for support."

"Don't worry, I'm in good health. Ten years ago, I was the best at running and climbing. Now I also insist on swinging the sword every day—"

Before he could finish his words, suddenly, a faint gust of wind blew through the hall.

The cold was no exception inside the castle.

The banquet hall was filled with windproof candles, and there were no wind chimes or other objects that could be easily moved by the wind.

Logically speaking, no one would be able to notice it.

But Victor Breland just stopped talking.

Stroking his graying beard, he stood up from his seat and said, "I'm so sorry, I have to take care of some important things..."

Some businessmen tactfully walked aside, however, among the crowd, there was one who followed relentlessly.

Sir Victor seemed to be walking steadily and quickly, so that the merchant who was chasing him could only see the empty corridor before he could catch up.

After taking a quick glance at two equally deep and dark directions, the businessman strode to the left.

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Domino is not a businessman strictly speaking. He used to be a businessman, but now he is no longer a pure businessman.

Domino now takes orders from Marquis Ryan and is considered a spy.

From the legal perspective of the small kingdom of Wommza, if there is a Marquis of Rennes, then the location occupied by this marquisate is the territories of three or four earls in the western-central part of the small kingdom.

But there shouldn't be any Marquis Renne there.

Since the previous king, the marquisates in the country have been almost completely dismantled.

The entire small kingdom is actually a legal system composed of numerous earldoms and important independent cities and towns.

Of course, this system was maintained until General Paidi stirred up domestic turmoil and forced various places to rise up and establish their own regimes.

After being split into such an extent, even if the military forces at hand were mobilized to start attacking cities as soon as the civil strife in the small kingdom began, the speed was a bit too fast.

So, how did Lord Ryan do it?

Can not remember.

Even though he was a subordinate of Marquis Ryan, Domino just couldn't remember.

He did not seem to have a strong army, and as far as one can recall, he did not have any outstanding wisdom or the ability to command his subordinates.

What exactly did he rely on for his rapid expansion?

Can not remember.

But Domino could vaguely feel only one emotion, that is, his [trust] and [recognition] of Marquis Rain——Del Badante.

And precisely because everyone who came into contact with Marquis Rennes had [trust] and [recognition], they were able to regain the title of Marquis Rennes, which had disappeared for a generation, without fighting almost any battles.

But there are still problems. The Breland family is the most marginal place where Marquis Ryan's influence can extend.

This small impoverished family did not even feel "belief" or "recognition" after coming into contact with Marquis Ryan's messenger.

What they were thinking in their hearts was not to join them or submit to them, but to take it for granted that - [Now that we have established a relationship with Marquis Ryan, our trade routes will not be affected].

And that's why Domino is here.

After arriving, he went about his business, compiled a list of his goods, and sneaked into the banquet as a traveling merchant.

He had been observing Victor Breland the whole time, and now felt a little uneasy in his heart, but he still ran towards the corridor on the left with determination.

His footsteps echoed on the stone floor, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching him in the darkness.

The lights on both sides of the corridor gradually dimmed, and the air was filled with a stale and damp smell.

After walking for a distance, Domino suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if cold fingers were gently touching his neck.

He turned around suddenly, but saw only an empty corridor. The darkness seemed to have opened its huge mouth, ready to swallow him at any time.

He took a deep breath and continued to move forward, the fear in his heart finally gradually spreading.

No matter how poor the Breland family was, why would they be unwilling to light a few more lights except in the banquet hall?

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At the same time, in the royal capital.

When Kronos asked, the guy in front of him, who was originally in a state of dementia, suddenly straightened his posture.

He called himself the daughter of the Mels family.

Kronos immediately retreated several steps and came directly to the door of the cell.

Putting aside for now, Sister Bingnai wanted to teach her to be a magician and let her enter the extraordinary realm, but she has not been very successful yet.

When a non-supernatural being encounters a supernatural being, unless something unexpected happens, the result will be one-sided.

Just from this title, Kronos was already extremely alert.

As prisoners, they were defeated by Lord Abes and Lord Hyogi at the beginning. They had to wait until Lord Abes tried to unify the floating islands in the sky before they got a chance to get out. Then they were immediately sent back by Adechi and Philip, together with the soldiers.

No matter how you calculate it, they have no chance of contacting me, and it is even less likely that they will learn my name from others.

Even if they knew her name and knew that she was Kronos Myers, most people would not call her "the daughter of the Myers family."

The people who can call him like this could be the uncles and aunts at Silver Moon Farm, Lord Abes, the officials and colleagues in the royal capital who had worked with his grandfather, or those who are familiar with his mother and grandfather.

All in all...it should be the elder.

But why were the captives in front of him addressing him in such an elder-like tone?

Holding the cell door, Kronos pushed it open with a creak and backed away towards the strange captives.

After walking behind the cell door, she turned her head and was about to call for the prison guards to help her, but she found...

I was in darkness.

Teleport? When?

After walking in the darkness for a while, Kronos discovered that although he was not physically strong, he was not tired at all.

Maybe not teleportation.

It doesn't look like the real world, perhaps it's some kind of imaginary space similar to the spiritual space.

Perhaps he used those poor captured "stupid thieves" as a medium, or even a "sacrifice", to pull himself to this place.

After looking around, Kronos also felt a particularly lonely feeling.

Too much space...

When Lord Abes was chatting with me, he mentioned the concept of a 500 million year button.

Perhaps at this moment, I have entered a similar mental prison?

However, Kronos knew that even a great wizard like Hyoanagi could not create a mental prison that would last for 500 million years.

Furthermore, by "imprisoning" himself here, he must have wanted to get something from her, the person who holds real power in the current capital and even in most of the small kingdom to some extent.

The other party's patience would not last for 500 million years.

Therefore, without any feeling of nervousness, Kronos just sat cross-legged on the spot.

And a moment later, a figure appeared in front of Kronos.

“Good patience.”

He waved his hand, and the world in front of him turned into a magnificent scene of the capital. "Before we talk, I would like to dedicate this scene to you to show my respect for you. How about it? Will it be easier for you to open up to me when we talk in this environment?"

"Of course, if you don't like it, I can also change it."

Looking around, Kronos keenly discovered that the shape of this capital was slightly different from the current capital.

For example, there is no new city area outside the East City Gate; the buildings near the central square show no signs of being damaged by the gray giant and not rebuilt in time.

In other words, everything about this capital seemed to remain the same as the older capital before Lord Abes arrived.

After observing these details, Kronos breathed a sigh of relief.

Very good!

This means that even if he came to a false spiritual space that seemed to be controlled by the other party, the other party could not read his memory and thoughts - he was actually just shaping the king according to what he knew.

"Well, what do you want to talk about?"

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Soon, Domino came to a heavy wooden door.

After pushing it open, he knew he had found the right one.

Because, behind the door is a spacious room.

The walls around him were covered with ancient portraits, but he didn't notice that the characters in each portrait seemed to be staring at him coldly.

In the center of the room stood a large desk, with a high-backed chair behind it.

Sir Victor was sitting in a chair with his back to Domino.

"Sir Victor, I'm sorry to bother you," Domino said carefully, "but I have some questions for you."

"Victor" slowly turned around, and after turning around, Domino was surprised to find that although the back view was similar, the face was another one.

Somewhat similar, but not the same person, and much younger.

Are they children or relatives?

There was a strange smile on his face, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Mr. Domino, why don't you enjoy the party and come here?"

Domino felt his heartbeat quicken. He swallowed, but continued, "May I ask, where is Sir Victor? Who are you to him?"

The younger "Victor" in front of him smiled wider.

"He was in the capital talking to the beautiful silver-haired girl... I was just kidding. He just went to take care of some things. You know, old castles are always in a state of disrepair."