Lord of the Continent [Western Fantasy]

Hercules bent down slowly, picked up the mud-stained hat that fell on the ground, and put it on. During the whole process, her gaze never left the building in front of her, and her hands subconsciously held the silver bow|crossbow tightly.

This is so weird!

How did this gorgeous and majestic palace emerge?And why did it appear in the City of Sighs, this ghostly place where even supplies are extremely scarce?

Could it be that the owner of the palace, like nobles from other countries, traveled thousands of miles just to enjoy the once-a-year wonder of the City of Sighs—the bloody crimson moon?

Hercules instinctively felt that this was impossible, and there must be something weird in it, so she quickly raised her hand, pulled out the sharp arrow from the box behind her, put it on the bow | crossbow, and stepped into the mist decisively.

This is her duty and mission as a demon hunter. Once she finds anything suspicious in this area, she must immediately enter a state of alert, and decide whether to kill her after she has figured out the situation.

Herax stepped on the soft and rotten soil, walked through layers of gray fog, and walked all the way to the gate of the palace.

Everything around her suddenly quieted down, and even the bloody smell carried by the evening wind disappeared. She even had an illusion, as if this was not the border of the dangerous and barren orc country, but the Demon Hunter Association of the City of Sighs, because only there The air will emit a faint fragrance.

The gate of the palace in front of him was closed tightly, and there was a faint rustling sound from inside the gate, which sounded very pleasant and inexplicably reassuring.

Hercules raised her head, staring blankly at the tall building in front of her, feeling amazed in her heart.

Before this, she had never seen such a magnificent and gorgeous palace. Although there were only three floors, the height of the first floor alone was comparable to the five-story building of the Witcher Association.

There are distorted marks all over the gray-blue exterior wall of the palace, which looks strange and mysterious. Coupled with this gray mist, everything in front of her is declaring to her that the owner of this palace is very likely to be a dangerous existence.

Hercules frowned, and her reason as a witcher told her: Now!immediately!leave here!Return to the City of Sighs, ask the Association for support, and send people to investigate what is going on.

However, apart from rationality, she prefers to trust her intuition. After all, every time she acted on intuition before, she always managed to get out of danger and never made a mistake.

She had a premonition that the mysterious palace in front of her might bring a glimmer of hope to the hopeless City of Sighs.

After much consideration, the young lady witcher made up her mind, stepped forward, gently patted on the heavy gate of the palace, suppressed the tension in her heart, and calmly called out, "Excuse me, is anyone there?"

Xi Xiumi had just finished reading this tentacle book, and was hesitating whether to ask Mr. Angel Butler how to return to his manor, when a woman's voice came from outside the gate of the castle.

"Who?" He looked confused.

Hersius obviously also heard the movement outside the door, and slowly retracted the giant wings on his back, and replied respectfully: "It may be the dust obsessed with your powerful power, or it may be a small existence attracted by you."

Xi Xiumi rolled his eyes, unable to stand the rainbow fart of his melodious voice, and mocked: "Although your words are very pleasant, I will not give you a salary increase because of it." Then he got up and left the throne, and walked towards the gate.

Hersius smiled, but without any explanation, just followed him closely like a loyal wolf.

Xi Xiumi came to the door with the idea of ​​finding out. Gubao felt the curiosity in his heart, and slowly opened the door, and a young woman appeared in front of him.

She is tall and slender, with long wine-red curly hair and wheat-colored skin. She is dressed in white clothes similar to the priest of the God of Light, wearing a felt hat stained with mud, with strange patterns painted on her face, and holding a handful of silver bow | crossbow.

Believers of the God of Light?

Xi Xiumi looked surprised, and then an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart, vaguely evoking some distant fragments.

He also vaguely remembered that the former owner of this body seemed to have been to the Red Clothes Palace of the God of Light, and received the baptism of the Holy Water of Light there, but he didn't know what happened afterwards, that memory seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black haze, No matter how much he tried to remember, it was to no avail.

My head hurts a bit... Forget it, I don't want to.

Xi Xiumi comforted himself, since he was baptized with holy water, he must still be a child. The memories of his childhood are the easiest to forget, so it should not be an important thing.

He turned his attention back to the young woman in front of him, and said hesitantly, "Excuse me...what's the matter with you here?"

This is too coincidental, right?

The angel butler had just finished explaining to him about the operating principle of the castle, and said that it could appear anywhere in the world only when the night fell, and the next moment came such a young woman in bright priestly clothes?

Could it really be fishing for law enforcement?

The moment the door opened, Herax subconsciously passed over the young man's shoulder, glanced inside the door, and saw rows of bookshelves inside and various props placed on the ground. Although she couldn't see what it was, she intuitively felt Those things looked very dangerous.

She turned to look at the black-haired boy in front of her with a look of vigilance.

The young man's face is very beautiful, like the elves described in ancient books, giving people the feeling of being very thin, like a weak chicken that can be strangled to death with one hand, but when she noticed that the young man was shrouded in thick fog from the shoulders down, she instantly Understand that such breathtaking beauty cannot be possessed by human beings!

She just glanced at the thick fog, and a palpitating unknown music suddenly sounded in her mind, empty and monotonous, as if warning her that the body of the black-haired boy under the fog should not be looked directly at.

The tension and uneasiness piled up layer by layer with the music, and finally climbed to the extreme. Herax's body trembled slightly, and the silver bow | crossbow in his hand was lifted unconsciously.

Just when the crossbow|arrow was about to be fired, Hersius suddenly coughed softly, standing on the background board beside Xixiu Mi, the sudden sound was like a wind chime in the afternoon, lightly refreshing the eyes , the young female witcher suddenly woke up, and slowly put down the weapon in her hand.

She glanced at Hersius. Behind the young man, the suspected housekeeper, although his appearance looked ordinary and his behavior was old-fashioned, but based on her keen witcher instinct, this guy was a more dangerous existence.

But it was also fortunate that he reminded him in time, otherwise he would have made a big mistake, and it would be a stupid decision to act rashly before understanding the situation.

But at this time, she didn't know that her intuition was never wrong. If the end of angering Sishoumi was death, then the price of angering Hersius was even more tragic, perhaps even a country could not bear it. heavy.

Of course, it is even more impossible for her to know that as a mortal, it is impossible to see the true appearance of the gods, so in her eyes, Hersius is just an ordinary-looking housekeeper, while the beautiful boy in front of her is hidden behind thick Under the fog, no peeping.

Hercules took a deep breath, tried her best to calm herself down, and asked cautiously: "I'm sorry for taking the liberty to visit late at night. May I ask what... what do you do here?"

Xi Xiumi only felt that the woman in front of her was a little strange. Since she came to the Dream Palace with a certain purpose, she probably wanted to get something from here, right?But why is she so nervous?It's really incomprehensible, he should be the one who is obviously nervous.

After all, he is a second time traveler, the fake owner of this dream palace.

Thinking that the other party might be a member of the Guangming Church, just in case, Xixiumi decided to entertain him well, and said enthusiastically: "Do you want to come in for a visit? See if there is anything you want? I will give you the things here. They can all be sold..."

After he finished speaking, he felt that it seemed inappropriate, so he stabbed the butler, a male model who was like a pile, next to him, saying that I didn't say anything wrong just now, right?

"That's right, this creep...guest." Hersius never left the black-haired boy for a moment, and said affectionately to Xixiumi: "The things in the dream hall are only given to those who are destined, and you can enter today. Here, it is enough to prove that you have a certain fate with the master of my family."

He had a gentlemanly smile on his face, but no one knew it. Just now he almost blurted out his true thoughts. In his eyes, this lady witcher was actually worse than a reptile.

Even the pet dog that Xixiumi had kept ten thousand years ago has become a great deity in the eyes of humans and orcs, and can provide him with countless wealth and beliefs in future ceremonies, and the person in front of him wants to What can a tiny demon hunter, who has no stature and no ability, offer him?

It's nothing more than a ridiculous and humble attachment.

Xi Xiumi heard what Hersius said, and asked excitedly: "So can she choose things here?"

Hersius stared at Xixiumi's black eyes, nodded with a smile, and looked fascinated, while Xixiumi raised his head and looked at him, admiring this handsome male model face for a moment, and muttered in his heart: This housekeeper What did you eat to grow up, and how can you be so much taller than yourself?

They just looked at each other like this, asking and answering questions like no one else was there. Hercules stood by as if she was a transparent person, no one cared about her existence, and no one even answered her initial question "what is this place for?" .

Hercules: "..."

Hercules, who was forcibly stuffed with a ton of dog food, finally couldn't bear it anymore. For some reason, strange noises began to surge in her mind again, faint and maddening.

"Since it's random..." She interrupted the interaction between the master and the servant, and echoed: "Then choose one for me."

When Xixiumi heard this, she immediately turned her head to look at her. Herax swallowed, and carefully emphasized: "I won't bother you late at night, just help me get something, and I will pay the money honestly. "

Just let him take one, and I'll leave after paying the money, Hercules thought in her heart, this place is really weird.