Dancing is not allowed on the grave

Syl turned back the same way, reckoning that he had reached the place where he had just fought the skeleton guards. He held up the Judgment Sword and looked around, but he didn't see the skulls and skeletons scattered on the ground.

Have they been resurrected?

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from ahead, unhurried.

Syl raised his eyes and saw the halo of the shaking kerosene lamp blending with his own flame, drawing two long black shadows.

"Mr. Lancelot, why are you here?"

The halo blurred Lancelot's face, making his expression look clouded.

"I'm afraid that something will happen to Your Highness, so come and take a look." Lancelot replied, his dark eyes looked around, and his gaze was cast into the depths of the distant darkness. The dark colors in his pupils were surging, which contained some unknown meaning. deterrence.

Searle felt that Mr. Housekeeper was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

He stood on tiptoe and leaned forward to take a closer look, but Lancelot half-bent down and kissed him sideways.

Searle: "..."

Confirmed, this is his housekeeper.

With the lighting of the kerosene lamp, Syl put away the sword of judgment, freed his hand to hold Lancelot, and walked back along the road under his feet.

"Mr. Housekeeper, I saw Nancy's mother."

"Oh?" Lancelot raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is she still alive?"

Syl shook her head, "She is now a bone dragon, chained by Grezel to a gate with chains of light attached to it, and there seem to be magic runes on the gate, which I can't untie."

After hearing this, Lancelot nodded slightly, noncommittal, and Searle asked again, "Mr. Steward, do you know that demon king? I heard that he released the undead resurrected by Grezel back then."

"I know." Lancelot's tone was very light.

"But I asked Tamara, and she said she'd never seen you..."

"I used to be very different from what I am now." Lancelot said, "When my consciousness just came back to life, I looked very scary. It was a blurry, chaotic body formed by remnant thoughts. The body was full of chaotic and evil thoughts. The hatred for Grezel occupied all my sanity, and it was not until I eliminated most of the remnants and gradually took control of this body that it began to take on a human form."

"I didn't even have a name then."

"So that's the case." Naturally, Searle would not doubt Lancelot's words.

Besides, what he said was the truth.

The road disappeared in front of the lava river, Syl raised his finger and pointed to the opposite bank, "It's there, but the cable bridge at this end is broken—"

"Kaka..." A piece of ice just enough to allow the two of them to pass spread out forward, extending all the way to the opposite bank.

It seems that this smooth ice bridge is too crude. Scattered ice edges climb up at both ends of the bridge, as if there is an invisible carving knife carved on it, and the crystal clear ice chips fall into the magma like powder, revealing that The spiral carved icicles and arch beams are connected in series to form the whole bridge.

All of this happened in an instant. The dark blue ice magic element was fluorescently floating, and it took less than half a minute to build this magnificent ice bridge.

Lancelot stepped up first, then turned around and gave Searle a hand, leading him onto the ice bridge.

The magma river was originally pitch black, but the whole body of the ice bridge was surrounded by dark blue light spots, which vaguely illuminated the heat steaming up from the bottom.

Syl looked at it with the faint light, and couldn't help worrying that this beautiful building made of ice would be melted by magma.

He walked all the way to the end of the ice bridge before he stopped and looked back. There was no sign of water dripping at any corner of the bridge. It seemed that Lancelot's ice element was extremely pure, and the temperature of the magma would not affect it. .

He turned his head and stepped firmly on the ground on the other side of the river bank.As soon as he took two steps, he heard a huge movement behind him.

The ice bridge collapsed.

Searle: "..."

Instead of slowly melting from a certain point, it collapsed in its entirety, falling into a river of lava.

It seems to have completely blocked Syl's retreat.

He inexplicably had an ominous premonition, and when he turned around, he saw Lancelot standing in front of Tamara.

The slender figure stood there, with his right index finger resting on his lips, as if making a "shh-" gesture.

The soul fire in the bone dragon's eye sockets shook violently, and the bone wings flapped so that the entire chain rattled, but it still couldn't break free.Tamara's abnormal behavior somehow made Syl feel that there was something restraining her besides the chain.

He raised his eyes to look at Lancelot, and suddenly felt that the perfect side face was a little strange at this moment.

Tamara's mandibles kept opening and closing, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't make a sound. However, Syl couldn't understand her bone language, so she had to reach out and gently stroke her skull.

Looking at the clear and gentle emotions in Syl's eyes, Tamara's soul fire gradually calmed down, and finally she slowly shook her skull left and right towards him, as if shaking her head.

"Are you trying to remind me of something?" Searle asked.

At this moment Lancelot picked up the iron chain, casually tugged it twice, and the streamer attached to it disappeared instantly, and the chain that was indestructible just now was broken and fell to the ground in pieces.

Tamara was finally free. She tried to open and close her jaw, but found that she still couldn't make a sound.

"Is there any spell on her body that hasn't been unlocked..." Syl felt strange, and was about to ask Lancelot when his shoulder suddenly felt a slight stabbing pain, and then he rose into the air.

Tamara grabbed him with bone claws, perhaps because she had been trapped for too long and had forgotten how to fly, she circled around twice in mid-air before heading towards the other side of the lava river.

Syl was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he was already above the lava river. He turned his back to the direction of Lancelot, and only heard the sharp sound of the ice sword piercing the air behind him.

Tamara seemed to be under attack, and the bone claws were forced to loosen. Syl fell vertically, and was about to fall into the tumbling magma. He was picked up by the back collar, and he was lifted up narrowly, and brought back to the river bank where the gate was. side.

Syl raised his eyes and saw what seemed to be a black object that slowly retracted behind Lancelot and disappeared.

The chains that had just been untied were still scattered on the ground. As soon as Syl raised his hand to move his sore shoulder, he saw Tamara swooping down from the air again, and the target was still herself.

"..."

Seeing the bone dragon that seemed to be losing its mind flew towards him again, Lancelot took Syl's hand, led him two steps forward, and pushed open the door engraved with runes.

A dazzling white light burst out, and the two disappeared in an instant through the gate leading to nowhere.

With a bang, the door closed by itself, and Tamara slammed her head against the door.

"His Royal Highness Prince--"

She was finally able to make a sound, but Syl couldn't hear her.

Behind the door, Syl covered it with the back of his hand for a moment, before his eyes barely adapted to the light here.

The first thing you see is a spacious and bright hall, with a huge dome painted with colorful paintings, white pillars, clean and transparent floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides, and a red velvet carpet in front of you leading directly to the high throne on the stairs—— There is a scepter and a crown inlaid with magnificent gems.

"This is..." Syl remembered what he saw in his dream, "Nathaniel's palace?"

Lancelot said nothing.

Syl looked out of the window, and the scenery there was different from what he had seen in his dream. Although there were courtyards and flowers, the snow-capped mountains in the distance disappeared, replaced by darkness.

And there seems to be some luminous object in the palace, which keeps this area bright.

He remembered what Tamara had said, that this place was already the bedroom of the Demon King.

"Mr. Lancelot." Syl held the hands of the people around him tightly. "This is the palace of the devil king? How did we come here?"

Lancelot shook his head slightly, "I don't know either."

Suddenly there was a strange movement from the garden outside the temple, and Syl saw a black shadow flash past the window.

He held his breath and walked lightly to the window, but saw nothing.

After all, this is the territory of the Demon King, and according to what the skeleton heavy armored soldiers said before, the Demon King is likely to be in a state of sobriety. If they break in rashly, if they are discovered, they may be in a very dangerous situation.

Syl stood in front of the window and looked up, and found a white crystal of light element hanging above the palace. Unlike ordinary rhombic crystals, this crystal was polished into a circle and floated in the air like a small moon.

The sky in the distance is pitch black, just like the environment in the dungeon.

It seems that they should still be in the underground world, and they probably passed through the gate and reached the deepest part of the dungeon.

Although I don't know why the palace originally located in Nathaniel appeared under the Karami cemetery, but the current top priority is to get out of here.

The devil is much more terrifying than Tamara.

Searle pulled Lancelot back, and pushed open the door when he came.

Without any hindrance, the gate is open, and behind it is the garden outside the palace.

Searle: "..."

It seems that there is no going back.

Only then did Lancelot make a sound, "You cannot leave the palace of the Demon King without the master's permission."

"Huh?" Syl frowned.

He looked around, but he didn't see anyone, so he let go of his hanging heart a little, "Then what should we do now? Are we going to find the Demon King?"

Lancelot took Searle's hand, "Follow me."

He walked without hesitation, and his familiarity made Searle stunned for a moment before realizing that Mr. Steward probably lived in this palace once.

Going around the main hall and walking along the path in the garden, you can see a beautiful small palace from a distance, the walls are made of red bricks, there is a white lacquered wooden door, and there are three bluestone steps in front of the door.

Lancelot led Seale up the steps, raised his hand and pushed the door open.

Syl stared at the door suspiciously, slandering in his heart: Does the devil sleep here?The painting style of this palace is not right at all, is it?

His ears clearly caught the movement of chickens and dogs jumping behind the door.

The moment the door opened, brooms, teacups, teapots, and bookshelves suspended in mid-air were neatly arranged on both sides of the carpet, and they saluted the two people at the door: "Welcome home, master."

Among them, the teapot spilled some tea on the smooth marble floor because the angle of the salute was too standard. The broom immediately stepped forward and waved its hem to try to clean it, but failed. In the end, the book shelf took out its internal organs and tore them out A piece of white paper to wipe off the water stains.

Searle: "???"