Dancing is not allowed on the grave

In the dream, Syl saw a magnificent palace.

Palace walls made of red bricks, snow-white colonnades, and huge domes painted with colorful paintings... Looking out from the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the snow-covered mountains in the distance.

The clear ringing of the bell came from far away, and he stroked every dent on the pillars, and slowly walked towards the stairs at the end of the palace.

Syl's eyes went up the stairs, and saw a scepter slanted across the high throne, and a crown inlaid with gems and red velvet.

He heard laughter coming from outside the palace, and several vague figures ran past the window chasing.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

"That can't be eaten..."

"It's time for fencing lessons, Your Highness."

"The king and queen are waiting for you in the garden..."

Whose memory is this?

Syl vaguely caught something, and he walked towards the window, but everything in front of him was like a mirror reflecting a beautiful scene.

"哗啦——" with a sound, it shattered into thousands of pieces.

And he didn't catch a single one.

It was just dawn when Syl awoke, and the first rays of dawn entered the cave.

This place marked on the map as the ruins of the giant dragon has no human habitation for a hundred miles, and the huge snowstorm outside the cave almost blocks the line of sight, only a vast expanse of whiteness can be seen.

But compared to the dark night when you can't see your fingers, at least Syl can see the scene of the cave clearly at this moment.

He originally thought that the dragon ruins were a very huge and magnificent ancient site, and perhaps there were still ancient dragon skeletons, but now it seems that there are really only traces of the life of the dragon here, and even the traces are very small .

If it weren't for the huge grass nest that hatched the dragon eggs, it might not be possible to tell whether it was the lair of a giant dragon or some other beast.

"Mr. Butler?"

The temperature created by Lancelot's flame magic remained in the grass nest, but there was no sign of anyone.

Syl called out two or three times tentatively, but no one responded.He got up and supported the cave wall and walked out, and felt something seemed to be painted on the cold, uneven stone wall.

The claws of the guy who painted this mural were obviously inflexible, as if they were drawn out of rocks, and the white traces looked very naive—Sill squinted his eyes and looked at it from a macro perspective for a long time before he recognized that the painting was a giant mural. There are three members of the Long family.

If he didn't know that this was the dragon's lair, he might have thought it was two monsters with crooked wings and a stone that was flat or round.

Thinking that this stone might be Nancy who hadn't broken her shell, Searle couldn't help but bend her eyes, but slowly, a sense of soreness trickled out of her chest and spread outward.

They died before the baby broke out of the shell.

Leaving such a painting on the wall, the Julong couple must be very, very... looking forward to the birth of the child.

Syl didn't dare to think any more, and looked away from the painting.

But before he took a few steps forward, he touched the familiar trace again.

It was a little figure with a sword, standing on the back of a winged monster.

Dragon knight?

He touched the traces of the murals, feeling an inexplicable sense of intimacy, like the palace he saw in his dream, every depression of the colonnade seemed to be engraved deep in his soul, waiting for the right opportunity to appear, and then he would wake up come over.

"Your Highness."

I don't know how long it took before Lancelot's voice sounded from the entrance of the cave, and Syl looked away as if awakened from a dream, and at the same time realized that he had been standing in front of this mural for a long time.

The slender man brushed off the snow and walked into the cave, holding a handful of purple berries in his arms.

"Mr. Lancelot." Syl went up to meet him and shared some with himself. "Where did you get this?"

"From here to the volcanic ruins, we have to pass through a forest. I'm afraid Your Highness will wake up hungry, so I'll pick some." Lancelot sat by the grass nest, picked up one and fed it to Searle's mouth.

A scene suddenly flashed in Searle's mind.

It was a snow-white little fox, who brought purple berries and piled them on the snow, and wagged his tail as if looking for a reward...to himself.

But he obviously never raised such a fox.

Syl was absent-minded, subconsciously raised his hand to take the berry and threw it into his mouth, saying, "I don't know why, I always feel that some scenes are very familiar, but I have never experienced them before."

He paused, turned his head to look at Lancelot, "For example, just now, I actually felt that someone... no, it seems to be a fox who gave me such berries."

Could it be that the bedtime story that Lancelot told him last night impressed him so much that his memory was confused?

However, Lancelot ignored his question, as if he was a little dissatisfied with Searle's action of taking the berries with his hands, he picked up another one and handed it over.

Although Searle was a bit rough, he was always very sensitive to Mr. Housekeeper's emotional changes, and immediately noticed his displeasure, flapped his eyelashes innocently, and took the berries into his mouth.

The skin of this purple berry is very thin, and the inside is almost full of juice. The sweet and sour juice splashes out when the tip of the tooth is bitten lightly, and the fruity aroma fills the mouth.

Syl licked the juice on his lips, leaned forward and kissed Lancelot lightly, with the sweet scent of berries.

After just a moment, Searle backed away, stroking his lips with his fingers, and whispered, "The little fox I saw just now seemed to be asking for a reward, and Mr. Lancelot helped me pick the fruit back, so he should also be rewarded. "

Lancelot was stunned for a moment, then sighed suddenly, and reached out to rub Syl's curly hair.

His Highness's intuition is sometimes unexpectedly accurate.

The berries were very small and had no seeds. Searle could finish several of them in one bite, and he ate them all in a short while. He took the square towel from Lancelot and wiped his hands, then got up and prepared to go to the volcanic ruins.

One of the materials they are looking for this time, the ashes grass, grows there.

Syl tugged at the brim of his cloak and walked out of the cave.

"Mr. Steward, do you know where I can find Yinxuehu?"

He stared at the footprints he had made on the snow, and heard Lancelot answer softly.

"I knew it before, but I don't know it now."

"Huh?" Syl was stunned, "Why do you say that?"

"As far as I know, the silver snow fox is extinct." Lancelot's tone was very calm, "But a while ago there was a legend that the orc tribe saw the silver snow fox in the snow mountain, so I'm not sure."

"Extinction..." Syl asked, "Is it also because the offspring are difficult?"

"No." Lancelot shook his head, "Silver snow foxes are different from giant dragons. Although their reproduction speed is not fast, a couple can give birth to a litter of cubs every hundred years. If protected properly, the cubs The survival rate of the cubs is not low."

"How is that..."

"Because of the corpse plague." Lancelot said, "So I don't know why Grezel hunted them."

It wasn't until Syl obtained the fragmented pages of the Necronomicon and saw the antidote formula to cure the corpse plague on it that he realized that it was to extract the silver snow fox serum.

"Grazel? What did he do?" Searle had a vague premonition.

"He sent a team of hunters deep into the snow-capped mountains to capture all the silver snow foxes back to the Holy See." Lancelot suddenly laughed, but the coldness of the smile sent chills down Sil's back. "The snow-capped mountains were full of fox blood that day. , They also used special containers to collect the snow that was dyed red."

"The foxes who resisted were all killed on the spot, and the cubs of the Yinxue fox who didn't even have the ability to resist were taken back and put in cages."

"Grazel drained the blood of the silver snow fox. At that time, I thought it was just that this pervert liked to torture and kill animals in this way. I didn't expect that it was to make an antidote for the corpse plague."

Although the tone of Lancelot's narration was very ordinary, almost indifferent, Searle couldn't control the throbbing pain in his chest. He subconsciously clenched the opponent's hand and asked, "But since Grezel knows how to get rid of the corpse plague, Why……"

"Do you know why there are light element crystals in the antidote formula?"

Syl was stunned.

"That was used to make Guanglin."

"In the antidote formula for corpse plague, only silver snow fox serum and ashen grass are effective. The other materials that can be bought in magic stores are all used to create the light of the holy light. Let the world believe that it is The miracle of the Goddess of Light saved them."

"Isabella has already become a feather." Lancelot said in a deep voice, "Sacred light and faith are all things that Grezel directed and performed."

It’s no wonder that when Melotti talked about the miracle, Syl had a weird feeling—that scene was too much like a cult propaganda scene, it’s understandable that the holy light shines on the earth, what the hell is the reverberating hymn?Do you have your own BGM?

The chants of the Holy See of Light only appeared after Isabella emerged, so it is impossible for the BGM that comes with the goddess of light to keep pace with the times.

Moreover, after the corpse epidemic was resolved by the so-called "miracle", although the Augustinian Empire was rescued, its vitality was also severely damaged, and the biggest beneficiary was actually the Holy See of the Holy Light.

King Augustine repented to the Pope and stopped sending troops to attack other countries, and the belief in the Goddess of Light was further spread and promoted, and the status of the Holy See rose.

The chill gradually climbed up Syl's back, and he suddenly thought - how did Grezel know that the silver snow fox serum can cure corpse plague?And if he knows the cure method, will he also know the method of refining the corpse plague virus?

Perhaps... Even the corpse plague itself was created by him.

"When we come back from the volcanic ruins, we can go to the orc tribe and ask where they saw the silver snow fox." Lancelot didn't seem to want to mention these things. Seeing that Syl hadn't made a sound for a long time, he Gu Zi began to plan his future itinerary, "If you can't find Yinxuehu, you can only go to the holy city."

There should be Silver Snow Fox Serum in Grezel's place.

Although Lancelot has already started the next topic, with Searle, this round has not passed yet, and there are still many question marks in his mind.

"Mr. Lancelot... how do you know that Grezel drained the blood of Silver Snow Fox?"

And listening to his description, it was like being there at the time.

"Because I am one of them," said Lancelot.