In the Kant Territory in the north, the ancient castle where the Kant family has lived for generations, the aging Viscount Victor is meeting with representatives of the chamber of commerce in the territory.
Many lights are lit in the reception hall, but the bright and constant light emitted by the magic crystal lamp still cannot dispel the darkness and gloominess that has been entrenched in this castle all year round. In the rectangular hall, except for the viscount himself and a few Apart from the Chamber of Commerce representatives, there were only a few scattered servants. Each person's shadow was reflected on the ground by the light from the magic crystal lamp, stretching out long, winding and hazy.
However, everyone standing in the hall was unaware of the gloom and horror here. In the eyes of the Chamber of Commerce representatives, today’s lord is still as kind and elegant as ever, and generously promised to Things that are beneficial to both merchants and citizens.
“This year’s last batch of herbs and magic potions have been harvested, and there is also a good harvest of food.” A representative of the Chamber of Commerce bowed and said, “The magic potions have found buyers, but the herbal medicines this year have been harvested. The sales are not good.”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Perkes,” Viscount Victor smiled gently, comforting the big businessman in his territory, “The caravan from the Holy Spirit Plain will arrive soon. "Shuanglinbao will come to buy a large number of medicinal materials, and everyone's hard work for a year will not be in vain."
The aging Viscount smiled very gently, and he always had kindness in his eyes. Few nobles would use such an attitude to communicate with people who are not nobles - although their etiquette standards allow them to use impeccable polite words when talking to inferiors, their eyes and expressions are not. It may be so "in place", but Viscount Victor is an exception.
He is known as a good old man who is "kind, friendly, fair and tolerant to the common people". Although he lives in a reclusive circle among the nobles, every commoner in the territory loves and respects him. The old lord.
"Sir Viscount, thank you for running for the people in the territory," another Chamber of Commerce representative said sincerely, "Please also pay attention to your own health."
"Don't worry, my old bones are still strong," Viscount Victor laughed, "My useless son will soon come back from traveling in the Holy Spirit Plains. I will rest after he takes over the family business." It’s not too late.”
Then, the viscount began to ask the big businessmen about the territory’s trade this year and the purchase of cotton and ore. He asked in a detailed and professional manner, which is very rare in contemporary times. It is really rare among nobles.
But suddenly, a faint wind blew through the hall of the castle.
Obviously there were bright magic crystal lamps that would not be blown by the wind in all directions, but the light in the hall suddenly swayed and became dim like a candlelight encountering air currents.
The big businessmen still did not notice the changes in the hall, and the servants standing around did not show any abnormal behavior, but Victor Kant suddenly stood up from his chair and looked up. one timeOn the dark ceiling of the castle, a lavender magical halo like starlight flashed in his eyes for an instant.
Then he showed an apologetic smile to the business representatives in front of him: "Sorry, gentlemen, I'm afraid today's meeting has to end. I suddenly remembered that there is one more important thing to do... …"
At the same time, in a hidden cave near the eastern border of Ansu, tangled vines grew windingly, entangled on the boulder in the center of the cave into a shape like a huge cyst, and Suddenly, the cyst opened, and a beautiful but strange female figure emerged from it.
She has long dark green hair, fair skin and a beautiful face, but what is exposed at the hem of her dress that looks like a priest's robe are terrifying limbs that are as entangled as tree roots.
Beltira, the female leader of the Society of the Final Death of All Things, has been dormant in this secret stronghold near the eastern frontier since she left the extreme south last time, observing through the ubiquitous plants. The situation in the entire eastern region changed, but a sudden news that came through a secret channel "awoke" her from the state of symbiosis with plants.
The female dean frowned, and her long dark green hair squirmed slightly behind her as if alive: "A bishop-level eternal sleeper...successfully approached and invaded Gawain Sethi Your spiritual world?"
...
Gawain is walking in darkness.
He still clearly remembered what happened before: the suspicious mercenary leader suddenly raised his head, showed a weird smile to himself, and spoke in a weird accent that seemed to be mixed with many human voices. Say your name.
Then he was brought into this dark, chaotic and strange space by some kind of power.
He is absolutely sure that he has been manipulated by some powerful force, but this power should not be brought by the mercenary leader - there is no doubt about the opponent's physical fitness and aura strength. He was just a low-level knight, and at the moment when the mercenary leader suddenly raised his head, Gawain still remembered that he sensed a powerful, chaotic force suddenly emerging from the breath of the knight leader, and the process was like " Coming", so he guessed that the mercenary leader was just a medium. He might be some kind of victim to send this powerful force to him, Gawain Cecil.
After the initial panic, Gawain has calmed down now.
He walked around casually in the darkness for a while, but could not feel the slightest loss of physical strength. This showed that this place was most likely not a physical world, but just some kind of "imaginary space" that existed in the mind. He suspected that he was trapped in some mental prison, but as someone who had been trapped in a satellite for at least hundreds of thousands of years (perhaps millions of years, after all, he would not count the years at all later), he had A truly mutated soul, he couldn't even feel the slightest bit nervous about being trapped.
No matter how powerful the strong man is in this world, he can follow the skyAre the satellites on board longer in operation?
My old man was hanging in the sky watching you learn to walk upright!
Because of the arrogance and calmness of a satellite in his heart, Gawain was not afraid of the situation in front of him. After confirming that he could not escape the current space by walking, he simply stood still. Then quietly looked at the darkness in front of him.
It was like looking down at the unchanging ocean and land.
He believed that the existence that pulled him into this dark space definitely had some purpose. The other party might be quietly observing him somewhere, and with the vast majority of people in this world Judging from the patience of most - or rather all carbon-based creatures - the other party cannot defeat him.
He will definitely be unable to bear it and jump out on his own initiative.
The only thing Gawain is worried about now is that he hopes that this "imaginary space" can be the same as the settings in most stories, and that the flow of time is different from the outside world. Otherwise, Hetty and others outside might think that It would be difficult to deal with it if he died again - the two eldest granddaughters might bury themselves again, and Amber would dig out everything in the grave when she was buried again...
Oh my god, it’s scary to think about it.
Gowen's mind was spinning with various thoughts, and he didn't know how long the time in this imaginary space had passed. Then he suddenly saw an illusory light appear in the darkness in front of him. shimmer.
It seems that the "being" who was watching quietly couldn't bear it anymore.
Gawain smiled and watched as the light in front of him became more and more solid, getting closer and closer, and finally turned into a person wearing a pure white robe and a smooth white mask on his face. There were figures of a man and a woman, and he heard a low voice from under the mask that could not tell the difference between men and women: "Duke Gawain Cecil, you are more patient and calm than I thought. You are truly worthy of being a seven-hundred-year-old man." The great hero of years ago, I have never seen this kind of character in you."
"Your patience is far worse than I thought," Gawain said lightly. "I thought you would spend a hundred and eighty years here with me."
"Please don't be resentful. My method of inviting you may be a little rough, but my fundamental purpose is just to make peace with you." Please talk to me carefully - maybe you will feel more comfortable if we change the conversation environment?"
The man in white robe wearing a white mask waved his hand casually as he spoke, and the dark space around him disappeared in an instant. Countless colors and lines emerged, and these color lines combined into various things in an instant - Gawain found himself standing in a vibrant garden, surrounded by dense flowers and low shrubs. Some servants with vaguely impressed faces were busy walking around in the garden, and not far away, you could see the tall main building of the castle.
This all looks familiar.
Gawain thought for a moment before finding the corresponding picture from the memory of the original owner of this body.He glanced at the man in white robe in front of him suspiciously: "What do you mean?"
"Is it because I didn't restore it properly?" The man in white robe pretended to be surprised and said, "I have worked very hard. This place is being restored based on those ancient memory fragments. Look, those servants, aren’t their faces familiar to you? Most of the scenes in this castle are extracted from their memories. Look at those plants and those buildings. ...Is it any different from the Cecil Castle in your memory?"
Before Gawain could answer, the man in white robe continued: "Ah, it was taken from a dream. The memory may indeed be distorted. Such a castle that does not conform to the facts may make you feel unhappy. What about such an environment?"
As the man in white robe finished speaking, the scene in front of Gawain changed again. The Cecil Castle and gardens seven hundred years ago disappeared, and were replaced by a high-altitude platform with exquisite and luxurious round tables and seats. On the round tables were various snacks and tea, and on the platform Outside, you can overlook a magnificent city.
The city has countless gorgeous white buildings. Towering mage towers and floating crystals are dotted throughout the city. Blue light filled with magical brilliance flows between the buildings, lighting up the entire city. It is decorated like a paradise on earth. A huge translucent shield with countless runes floating on it can be vaguely seen above the city. And further away, you can see a blue light pillar connecting the sky and the earth. Rising from the ground outside the city, it reaches into the sky like the legendary Tower of Babel on Earth...
The ancient imperial capital of Gondor, and...the Deep Blue Well? !
"Would you like this scene better?" The man in white robe sat down at the round table. There was no expression on his pure white smooth mask, but there was a smile in his voice, "After all, you You are also a person who has experienced the glorious period of Gondor. Perhaps you would prefer to recall the magnificent scenes of the heyday of the human empire?"
"Sorry, during the heyday of the Gondor Empire, I was just a knight apprentice on the northern border of the empire? , I don’t know what the prosperous imperial capital looks like.” Gawain sat down at the round table with a carefree attitude, sitting opposite the man in white robe, “But the scenery is really good, I can also see what the Deep Blue Well was back then. Look."
"Then I'm relieved," the man in white robe said happily, "Then the Eternal Sleeper has expressed his respect to you, and now it's time for you to show your cooperation."