Dancing is not allowed on the grave

A deathly chill pierced his skin.

Melotti shivered suddenly, her beautiful eyes stared at Lancelot in disbelief.

"Mr. Steward." Syl finally regained his language skills, and hurriedly dissuaded him, "Put down the sword first."

It would be too ungentlemanly to shoot a knife at a lady.

Besides, getting married or something, although absurd, doesn't sound like it's going to hurt him.

"Miss Melotti, are you sure you are married? If I remember correctly, we only met once."

"I'm sure, hiss—don't, you put down the sword first, and listen to me."

Lancelot moved away the Frost Sword with a cold face, and Melotti raised her hand and rubbed her neck, "Marriage is just a ceremony. When the ceremony is over and it suits my old mother's wishes, I will leave you intact." Send it back in a hurry."

"That's right." Melotti explained, "Women in our Augustine family must marry before the age of 30, otherwise they will be forced to marry."

"Augustin..." Syl was confused, "Are you the imperial family?"

"Yes, my mother is the queen, and I am her third daughter."

That is, the princess of the empire.As we all know, marrying the imperial princess is equivalent to marrying back the status and wealth, not to mention that this is a mage of the Throne of Flame.

Syl blinked, "It turns out that the imperial princess is also living in such dire straits."

Melotti: "..."

"My elder sister accepted the family's forced marriage, and was dragged into the grave of marriage abruptly. In the end, she died of depression and illness on the bed. The greedy man forced her to restrain her in the name of marriage, and did not allow her to have any contact with the opposite sex. Not even allowed to step outside the castle. And within six months of her death, he has a new love, which is really disgusting."

Melotti gritted her teeth, "I don't want to be the second her."

There is still one month left for Melotti's 30th birthday, and there is not much time left for her.

As the princess of the empire and the strongest flame mage, her partner's appearance should not be ordinary, but she should not be too ostentatious. Someone like Syl, who is good-looking and harmless, is the perfect choice.However, excluding those objective factors, it was Syl's eyes that really made her make this choice.

Beautiful, clear, and unambitious.

"I will give you power and status, and you will give me freedom. It's that simple." Melotti caught a glimpse of Mr. Butler intending to draw his sword again, and said, "Sir, are you sure you are his butler? How can a butler even Do you have to take care of the master's marriage?"

Lancelot paused and remained silent for a moment. The ice sword in his hand disintegrated into ice elements and disappeared in the air.

"How? It's just a process, and no one is in the way." Melotti added, "As long as you agree, I will help you drive away the group of people from the Holy See."

"Thank you for your kindness, Miss Melotti, I think I can do it myself." Unmoved, Syl picked up the basket on the ground, "Let's go, Mr. Housekeeper."

"Don't you really think about it?" Melotti was a little unwilling.

But the two ignored her and left without looking back.

Melotti sighed: "I can only find the next target."

"Let me see which man is so lucky... Huh? Why are you here?"

Nancy poked her head out from behind a tree not far away, "Are you going to get married? Take me?"

"roll!"

As soon as the unremarkable white mushroom touches the soil in the cemetery, it begins to change visibly with the naked eye. The round mushroom body emits a flowing dark color and emits a slight fluorescent light.

Spots of light floated out, and gradually, the dark colors converged into a haze of light, interweaving a grotesque world in midair...

[Unlocked Illustration: Psychedelic Mushrooms]

[Psychedelic Mushroom Durability: 10/10]

Fungal plants are consumables, and they will wither and disappear when their durability reaches zero.

But they can make a huge difference in one go.

From a distance, this place is still a desolate cemetery shrouded in mist, but as long as you step into the territory of psychedelic mushrooms, you will have hallucinations, and you will no longer be able to see everything that really exists here.

So when the sun rose and the bishops and priests who came from Ferdinand entered the cemetery, they all suspected that they had been deceived.

It's so desolate here that you can't even see a ghost, let alone a person.

"It's really evil. Mace said that there are at least dozens of undead gathered here. Where are they?"

"Search, look, it's daytime, they may be hiding, you know, the dead are most afraid of the sun."

That's why they chose to lay siege to the cemetery after sunrise.

"Return to the bishop, there is no abnormality in the east direction."

"Not in the north direction either."

"Everything is normal in the west direction."

To the south, there is a hazy layer of mist.

The bishop raised his scepter, and the holy light suddenly lit up the still gloomy dawn, "Come on, let's go and have a look."

"Speaking of which, didn't you say that you brought two throne mages to help? People?"

The bishop sighed, "As soon as the carriage arrived in Karami, Melotti said that she would go for a stroll in the suburbs first. After she had gone for a long time, Nancy caught up with her worried. As a result, the two of them haven't come back yet."

"Is there anything wrong with them?"

"I don't think so. The two throne mages, even if they can't beat them, can't they still run away? Melotti's character is one after another, and I don't know where she went to play...Huh?"

"What is this place?"

"Blake, be careful!" The priest walking behind grabbed the leader holding the holy light.

Blake stopped, only to realize that he had reached the edge of the cliff at some point. The gravel on the edge of the cliff was loosened by the foot just now, and a few pieces fell off, and quickly disappeared from sight. not see.

He quickly took a few steps back, "Damn it!"

Slowing down from the shock, Blake stretched out the scepter emitting holy light in his hand, trying to see the scene under the cliff clearly.

However, from the bottom of the cliff, there was an inexplicable and huge gravitational force, pulling the scepter down.

Black wanted to take back his hand, but the scepter became heavier and fell straight towards the bottom of the cliff.

"Blake! What are you doing?"

The others felt no gravity and only saw Black moving towards the edge of the cliff.

"Help me! I'm going to fall!"

The bishop behind him reacted immediately, grabbed Blake's hand and pulled him back. Others saw this scene and hurried forward to help.

The huge force seemed to be manipulated by humans, pulling the scepter back forcefully, and then sending it forward, it suddenly disappeared.

The priests of the Holy See of Holy Light couldn't hold back their strength, and they fell out unexpectedly.

Leaving the mist range, everything in front of them returned to the original point, and what they saw was still the flowing mist and pitch-black soil in the cemetery.

Several people fell to the ground, rubbing their sore hands and heads and looking at each other.

"We're back?"

"What happened just now..."

The scene they experienced was so real that no one suspected it was an illusion for a while.

"Is there a teleportation array here?"

"Space magic?"

"It's really evil..."

Black recalled with horror the monstrous power he had contended against.

The flame on the top of the scepter had already been extinguished. Looking at the misty fog in front of him, he couldn't summon up the courage to move forward.

After a long silence, he waved his hand and signaled everyone to retreat, "Let's go, something is really wrong with this place, let's go back and report to the Pope first."

The pastors were rarely in such a state of embarrassment. They supported each other to get up. Although they were unwilling, they had no choice but to turn back the same way.

After all, the weird power just now was beyond the scope of human beings, as if it was fighting against natural disasters, and no one would want to experience the fear of being completely out of control again.

——In the mist, Lancelot bent down and rolled up Searle's tattered trousers.

Searle looked down at the bloodstain on his calf, then looked at Lancelot's face, realized that he had made him worry, and immediately apologized: "I'm sorry."

"Your Highness." Lancelot's voice was very weak, "You don't need to apologize to me. You are my master, and I'm just a butler."