Lord of the Continent [Western Fantasy]

Salinger petrified in front of the door, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief.

But only a few seconds later, the always calm and calm Viscount made a judgment and decision.

The room was full of fog at this time, and there seemed to be unknown monsters in the fog, and it was impossible for him to go in again, and there was a greater danger hidden in the surrounding dark void.

So he had only one choice - go up the stone steps and go to the palace to find out.

Salinger looked down at the forest spirit in his hand, the sword was emitting a faint green light, which calmed him down a lot.

After all, it used to be the sword of the Elf King, and it was enchanted with wood elements by himself. If it encounters danger later, it can always play a role in self-defense.

Stepping on the gray stone steps, Salinger came to the gate of the palace and carefully looked at this mysterious building.

The palace was built very grandly, with an indescribably weird style. The overall look is both gorgeous and weird, just like the poisonous snake kissing the flower in the half-orc kingdom, beautiful and evil.

Salinger began to hesitate, but at this moment, the wall lamps on both sides of the gate suddenly lit up. The orange light was not bright, but it was very warm, and instantly soothed his nervousness and uneasiness.

He took a deep breath, and walked slowly towards the gate. At this moment, a wisp of mist wrapped around the Sword of the Forest Spirit silently, and then, like gray vines, climbed to his chest along Salinger's arm, Caressed his handsome face.

In an instant, the green light of the Forest Sword gradually dimmed, turning into an ordinary broadsword, and Salinger's appearance also changed, but the Viscount turned a blind eye to it.

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It was nearly midnight, and Xi Xiumi and Hersius rushed back to the manor. The old housekeeper did not rest, but prepared dinner in advance, and waited patiently for the return of the young master.

Xixiumi was shaking with sleepiness. After a quick bite, Hersius sent him back to his room, took care of him to wash and change clothes, until he watched him lie obediently on the big soft bed and covered him with a quilt. Just now he left with the corner of his mouth raised.

The hour hand turned twelve o'clock, the moonlight was shrouded in dark clouds, and the mist descended on the manor again, covering everything, and the dream hall opened.

Xi Xiumi slowly opened his eyes, and a gentle voice sounded in his ears: "Good evening, my lord."

oh angels!

He stretched long, sat up from the big black bed, and said quietly: "Hersius, ever since you came to the manor, I always have a sense of time confusion."

Hersius smiled and said, "Why do you say that? Sit down, Xixiumi, and I'll put your shoes on."

Xixiumi turned around consciously, swaying his bare feet back and forth boringly, Hersius knelt down on one knee, held his ankle, and put on his shoes gently.

The boy looked down at the angel and complained: "For example, just now, you sent me back to the bedroom to sleep, said good night to me, and then we met again in the blink of an eye, and you said good night to me again, which made me very confused."

"This is not a time disorder, but a space disorder." Hersius held the other foot and said solemnly: "Don't you want to see me all the time? If that's the case, we can reduce the number of times we meet in the Dream Palace. "

"Oh no, Hersius." Xi Xiumi hurriedly said, "I didn't mean that, don't think about it."

"It's okay, my lord." Hersius put on his shoes, looked up at the boy, and said seriously: "I am willing to do anything for you, no matter what you say, I am willing to do it."

Xi Xiumi met the angel's gaze, and found that his expression was so pious, and his shoulders looked particularly reliable. Due to returning home late tonight, Xi Xiumi was a little sleep deprived, and suddenly wanted to lean on the angel's body , it must be very comfortable.

It would be more comfortable if you could hug his soft wings.

Looking at the laziness of his lord god, like a cat that hasn't had enough sleep, Hersius' heart softened like water, and he asked softly, "Master, are you a little tired? May I carry you down?"

Xixiumi suddenly remembered the first time he came here, Hersius hugged the abrupt princess, blushed immediately, jumped to the ground, and whispered: "No, I can go by myself."

The two came to the lobby on the first floor side by side. Just as Xi Xiumi was about to sit on the throne, there were three knocks outside the door.

"We have guests tonight!" Xi Xiumi excitedly said to the angel.

Hersius nodded with a smile, followed Xixiumi to the door, and the door of the Dream Palace opened slowly.

The person who came was a young man with extremely beautiful facial features, long black hair, dark complexion, emerald green eyes, and long and pointed ears. He was holding a silver broadsword tightly in his hand, and he was embarrassed stood outside the door.

Elf? !

Xi Xiumi was a little surprised, he didn't expect that the guests tonight were not human beings, but the next moment, he overturned his judgment.

While men have typical elf features—green eyes and pointed ears—Hersius once said that pure elves have snow-like skin and sunny-blond hair.

Half-blood elves? !Xi Xiumi guessed so.

But this is not important, his dream palace is very tolerant, no matter what race the other party is, male or female, as long as they are lucky ones who are destined for him, he is very happy to receive them.

"Hello, guest!" Xi Xiumi said enthusiastically, "I'm visiting the Dream Palace late at night, what are your needs?"

Salinger didn't answer right away, because he was already shocked by the person in front of him.

It was a strange and beautiful boy with black hair and black eyes, and a faint gray mist lingered all over his body, making him look a little blurry. The young man behind the boy was ordinary-looking, and he seemed to be a housekeeper in his attire.

It was all so queer!

Salinger felt the danger intuitively, his heart beat faster in an instant, and he subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand. The sword of the elf sensed the wave of the owner, and began to change continuously under the mist. Seeing this, Hersius frowned slightly.

Although the mist disguised both Salinger and Sihumi at the same time, preventing them from recognizing each other, all this had no effect on the angel, so Hersius already knew the true identity of the guest.

However, after feeling Salinger's leaked emotions and seeing the change of the Forest Sword, he couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

An inexplicably familiar feeling... very similar to a succubus, the angel pondered over and over in his heart, and vaguely had an idea.

Salinger tried his best to calm down and asked cautiously: "Excuse me, what exactly do you do here?"

Uh...why does every guest ask that? !

Xi Xiumi was a little helpless, thinking that it seemed that he would have to make a wooden sign in the future, with detailed instructions written on it, and hang it outside the castle, so that he would not have to answer it every time.

"Everything you need can be provided here." Xixiu said professionally, "Why don't you come in and take a look?"

Salinger's mood at this time was extremely conflicted, both fearful and curious. Hearing Xixiumi's invitation, he thought for a while, since he couldn't leave for the time being, he might as well go in and have a look.

Xixiumi brought Salinger to the long table, and motioned him to sit casually, while he still sat on the throne, with Hersius standing aside.

Salinger hesitated for a moment, chose a location farthest from Xixiumi, and glanced behind the black-haired boy from the corner of his eye. There was also a thick fog, and his heart twitched.

"Guest, I suggest that you put the sword on the table." Xi Xiumi joked, "I always keep it in my hand for fear of hurting yourself. I guarantee that no one will snatch your sword here."

Salinger was a little embarrassed, and slowly placed the Forest Sword in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Sorry, it was my negligence."

"It doesn't matter." Xi Xiumi said with a smile.

Xi Xiumi's polite attitude greatly eased Salinger's anxiety. He took a deep breath and asked, "Is this a place where you sell props?"

"Not just props."

As soon as Xi Xiumi finished speaking, the dense fog behind him suddenly dispersed, and rows of tall bookshelves, as well as piles of props and treasures appeared impressively, Salinger was dumbfounded.

"As I said just now," Xixiumi explained, "Anything you want can be obtained in the Dream Palace."

I don't know exactly which link went wrong. After the above-mentioned dialogue ended, a deep misunderstanding arose between Xixiu Mi and Salinger.

Xixiumi was very sure that the half-blood elf was the lucky one who was summoned by him and asked for the dream palace, so after seeing the other party, he enthusiastically recommended the baby here to him.

But Salinger believes that because of his misfortune, he accidentally summoned the unknown god Miga Cardio, the mysterious boy in front of him, so he was forced to come here by the mist.

Look at the positive attitude of this lord god selling treasures. If he doesn't buy it, he probably won't be able to leave safely tonight... right?

Thinking of this, Salinger tentatively asked: "Do these treasures need to be purchased? Or do they have to be exchanged for something else?"

Xixiumi said: "The things here can be sold or donated, it depends on your choice."

Can you give it away?Salinger was a little surprised.

He began to receive high-level aristocratic education at a very young age, knowing that there is no free lunch in the world, and noble people cannot accept gifts without reason. If you don't have a god, then you don't dare to take it for nothing.

"I still choose to buy it." Salinger said, "But since I just spent a huge sum of money, I don't have too many gold coins with me now, and I'm worried that I won't be able to pay you the full amount according to the selling price."

Xi Xiumi was not surprised to hear that the half-blood elves said they had no money. After all, elves didn't like currency transactions, they mostly used barter, and very few elves were willing to leave the forest and come to the big dye vat of the human kingdom.

Judging from his clothes, this half-breed elf should have been in Itenity for a long time. If it wasn't for helplessness, who would want to leave his hometown for so long?

Xi Xiumi sympathized with the guest very much, so he said generously: "It's okay if you really don't have enough money, you can pay it the next time you come."

The corner of Salinger's mouth twitched slightly: Next time?

No way?He doesn't want to come next time.

After thinking for a while, Salinger said: "That's all right, please help me choose one, if I have enough money with me to pay, there is no need to do it next time."

At the same time, I thought to myself: If I can’t afford it, I can ask this Lord God to change it for me. Anyway, it was chosen by Him, so it should be fine.

Xi Xiumi was very happy. The new guest once again gave him the right to choose, which showed that he did a good job and every guest had full trust in him.

"No problem." He readily agreed.

Seeing the boy and his butler disappear into the mist in an instant, Salinger silently prayed in his heart: he only hoped that the Lord God would not choose a priceless treasure.