Lord of the Continent [Western Fantasy]

Eternity Country, Lannis County, Star River City.

A commercial city implying an eternal kingdom, but also a human kingdom famous among other races for its potion manufacturing and spice props.

It was nearly midnight, and the hour and minute hands of the ancient clock in the center of the city were about to overlap at twelve o'clock.

In the west of Xinghe City, an ancient castle that had long been abandoned by the former bankrupt earl was being slowly engulfed by a surge of thick gray fog, gradually losing its outline, and then completely disappeared in the cold night wind.

At this moment, Xi Xiumi, who was located in the central area of ​​Xinghe City, took a bath, walked upstairs slowly under the watchful eyes of the old housekeeper, turned off the lights, climbed into bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep, all in one go.

The black-haired boy who slept on the bed breathed steadily and looked at ease. The expensive sleeping incense in the house brought him into a deeper sleep.

In the dark and silent manor, thick gray fog appeared silently. They avoided the knights on guard at the gate, concealed the energy fluctuation detector carried by the housekeeper, and arrived at the master's bedroom smoothly.

In an instant, the sound of howling ghosts and wolves suddenly sounded in the entire bedroom, but it did not wake up the sleeping master on the big bed.

The nameless gray fog carefully approached the boy's body, permeating inside and outside the bedroom.

Something seemed to be wriggling in the jewel-encrusted mirror on the bedroom wall.

The rustling chatter was like a pilgrimage ceremony held by a certain sect. They have always been crazy and believed in great gods.

As more mist drilled into Xixiumi's body, tentacles with the color of the starry sky emerged from the bottom of the bed, dispelling the gray mist that tried to merge with its owner.

Their starry sky-colored bodies exude a rich aroma. If the old butler stays with Xixiu Mi at this moment, he can know that these things are actually exactly the same as the magic spices left by the previous owner, and even purer.

The dense fog slowly receded from Xixiumi's body, blocking all sounds in the bedroom, and also separated everything in the entire manor, including the guards, knights, old steward, and servants, from the world.

They are not reconciled, they are not willing to succumb to the tentacles of the stars, so that these crazy fogs have desperately attracted that terrible guy.

Black and white feathers suddenly appeared in the air and fluttered down on Xixiumi's sleeping bed.

With more and more feathers, the proud tentacles suddenly quieted down. They knew that a guy who had been obsessed with his master since ancient times had come here.

"It turns out that He is here..." The deep magnetic voice murmured in the darkness, full of infinite nostalgia.

"All these years, they have actually lived in the country of humans. No wonder they couldn't find it no matter how hard they looked..." The handsome young man in a long robe caressed Xi Xiumi's cheek, and the huge wings on his back spread out, gently Covering the boy, he whispered: "I'm coming."

The bedroom fell into silence again, all the visions that had happened were collected, and finally slowly disappeared in the mirror, everything was as it was before, as if nothing had happened.

———Universal dividing line———

Xi Xiumi finally woke up. When he opened his eyes, he suddenly found that the old housekeeper who was supposed to be standing by the bed had disappeared.

Xi Xiumi: "..."

He fell asleep... the second time travelling?

No way, why not be so sad!

It took him a full week to digest the memory of the rich second-generation earl with the same name and surname. He remembered everything, and now he is going through time travel again, what the hell is going on!

Xi Xiumi looked up in a daze, looked at the gothic bedroom which was too different from the style of the manor, and glanced at the black sheets on the bed, and couldn't help thinking about life.

However, no one could tell him why he transmigrated to this ghost place upon waking up, just like the hereditary little earl with the same name and surname when he somehow transmigrated to the West Fantasy Continent.

Is it all a dream?

Xi Xiumi got out of bed with bare feet, stared blankly around the bedroom, and finally gave up after a short judgment: This is not a dream, this is indeed not the manor where he has only lived for a week, the room in front of him is gloomy, It can't be compared with a warm manor full of spices and magical technology.

Touching the cold wall, Xi Xiumi in pajamas opened the door of the bedroom and walked towards the dark corridor outside. For some reason, he always had the illusion that he was very familiar with the decoration style here, and even hated it long ago.

Xi Xiumi finally finished visiting all the rooms on the third floor. At this moment, the consequences of being barefoot also appeared. It was so cold here that he began to shiver in his pajamas.

"It's kind of gloomy and dark here." He said to himself, "It would be nice if it could be warmer and have some lighting." Xi Xiumi went down the third floor and walked slowly towards the first floor.

What Xixiumi didn't know was that when he walked down the stairs, the floors of the third and second floors were instantly covered with fluffy luxury carpets, which appeared out of nowhere, and the rows of candles on the walls were also instantly lit up, the whole The temperature of the house rises rapidly until it reaches a level where normal people feel warm and comfortable.

Compared with the third and second floors, the layout of the first floor is particularly weird. Rows of bookshelves and ancient books can be seen everywhere, as well as spices, herbs, potions, props and other objects.

What's even more strange is that there is a huge long wooden table in the middle of the first floor. There is a throne in the middle of the long table, which is extremely gorgeous. Xixiumi looked at it for a while, and it is estimated that there are not hundreds of thousands of gold coins. It can't be done.

After thinking for a while, he casually took out a book from the bookshelf, sat down on the luxurious throne, read it carefully, and waited for the owner here to appear.

He doesn't have any memory of the original owner of this world, so Xixiumi doesn't care too much about whether he travels to some strange place again, just like last time, accepting the new fate arrangement with peace of mind.

Tick, tick, tick...

The sound of the clock running appeared in the empty hall, and the black-haired boy who was concentrating on reading didn't notice the abnormality, or he didn't notice the temperature change in the house at all.

At this time, the young man appeared in the bedroom on the third floor wrapped in a storm of black and white feathers, which was exactly where Xixiumi left just now.

The thin and distant eyes reflected that there was nothing on the bed, and the crimson eyes suddenly became dim, and the pair of black and white wings on the back slowly drooped due to the owner's mood.

Hersius didn't expect that he liked the existence of tens of thousands of years and then left. It is obvious that he is still a human body, and it is very difficult to leave the dream castle where the fog spreads, unless there are other creatures secretly helping.

But He is indeed gone now... Thinking that he was once again abandoned by the black-haired god on the bed, Hersius' heart that had long stopped beating began to throb.

"He, no, yes, leave, leave."

The mist suddenly appeared, and then wrote five words on the bed where the god once slept, and then disappeared into the darkness silently. This is a reminder and a warning. No one can influence his actions, not even Hersius. no.

Reminded by the mist, Hersius immediately used his spiritual sense to check every corner of the castle. Even though he knew that doing so might wake up the sleeping gods around him, he still chose this method without hesitation.

Big deal, come and kill one by one.

Anyway, he hasn't eaten a new core or received tribute from the gods for ten thousand years.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Xi Xiumi covered his mouth and coughed a few times, looked up and looked around, and found that the lights on the second and third floors were on, so he asked loudly, "Is anyone there? Where is this?"

no answer...

He stepped on the ground with bare feet, put the book in his hand back to the distance, and planned to go upstairs again, looking for traces of people.

The lights here can't be voice-activated, can they?If it is voice control, then this is not West Fantasy Land, but another time and space.

This voice...is His voice!

So obvious!There is only one person who can directly cause such a strong vibration in his heart core from ancient times to the present.

Hersius took a deep breath to calm himself down, and then spread his wings to meet his master.

When he reached the corner of the second floor, Xi Xiumi bumped into a hard chest unexpectedly. He held his sore nose, looked up at the strange and tall young man in front of him, and his eyes widened instantly.

what did he seeA man with wings? !

Xi Xiumi swears that he has never seen such a good-looking person in his life!

But after thinking about it, both men and women of the Angel Clan have the most outstanding appearance, and because of this, the people of Xinghe City basically believe in the God of Light, and they all hope that they can be sent to the Kingdom of Angels after death and become such perfect exist.

The man was wearing a robe, his skin was pale, and he had a weak beauty, but his figure was extremely perfect.

He has long silver hair, dark red eyes, a high nose bridge, and seductive lip line. He is impeccably handsome, and the pair of black and white wings behind him make him mysterious and noble .

Sure enough, being the owner of this house must have some advantages. It seems that he is not only rich, but also his appearance is very in line with his aesthetic standards.

Xi Xiumi's eyes fell on Hersius' face, waiting for the other person to speak first, so as not to reveal his ignorance when he spoke.

But from the perspective of Hersius, the gods he loves, admires, and can even cost him his life are looking at him with an "appreciative" gaze at this moment, which makes the wings behind him uncontrollably spread Wider, and then bigger.

However, considering that Xixiumi's current body can't accommodate a lot of knowledge and strength, Hersius, who knows everything but can't say anything, has to choose to lie temporarily.

Therefore, Hersius, who was hailed as a devil-like existence by other gods, said politely to Hugh West with an elegant voice: "It is an honor to serve you. This is your castle, and I am your steward." .”

Xi Xiumi: "??"

Seeing Sishoumi's confused face, Hersius said softly, "You...don't remember?"

Xi Xiumi came back to his senses and asked in confusion, "Are you my housekeeper? Is this my castle?"

Hersius nodded slightly like a gentleman, and Sishoumi murmured, "Why can't I remember anything?"

He didn't have this eerie castle in his memory, let alone the silver-haired, red-eyed male model butler in front of him.

This will make the bald old butler grandpa who is far away in the manor cry!

The boy's black eyes were deep and ignorant like ink that could not be melted away, and he wrinkled his nose in disgust, but he was indescribably cute.

Hersius had a panoramic view of this scene. He burst out with infinite love in an instant, but he could only touch Xixiumi from the bottom of his heart. With a decent smile on his surface, he said restrainedly: "It's okay, I can take my time slowly." I'll tell you as long as you're willing to listen."