Chapter 166 Eternal Sleeper

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In the Kant Territory in the north, the ancient castle where the Kant family has lived for generations, the aging Victor Victor is meeting representatives of the Chamber of Commerce in the territory.

There are many lights in the reception hall, but the bright and constant light emitted by the magic spar lamps still cannot dispel the darkness and gloom that has been entrenched in this castle all the year round. In the rectangular hall, apart from the Viscount himself and several representatives of the Chamber of Commerce, there are only The shadows of the few servants scattered here and there were reflected on the ground by the light from the magic spar lamp, pulling them long, crooked and hazy.

However, everyone standing in the hall is unaware of the gloom and terror here. In the eyes of the Chamber of Commerce representatives, today's lord is still as kind and graceful as ever, and he promises graciously that it will be beneficial to the merchants and the people. thing.

"This year's last batch of herbs and potions have been harvested, and there is a good harvest of grains," a representative of the Chamber of Commerce bowed and said, "All potions have found buyers, but the sales of herbs are not good this year."

"Don't worry, Mr. Pelkes," Viscount Victor smiled gently, comforting the big merchants in his territory, "Soon the caravan from the Holy Spirit Plain will come, and Frostlimb will come to buy a large amount of medicinal materials. Yes, everyone's hard work for a year will not be in vain."

The aging viscount smiled very gently, and his eyes always had kindness in his eyes. Few nobles would use such an attitude to communicate with people who were not nobles - although their standards of etiquette made them also talk to inferior people. They will use impeccable polite language, but their eyes and expressions can't be so "in place", Victor Victor is an exception.

He is a well-known "kind, friendly, just and tolerant to commoners", and although he lives in the aristocratic circle, every commoner in the territory loves and admires his old lord.

"Lord Viscount, thank you for running for the people in your territory," another Chamber of Commerce representative said sincerely, "Please also pay attention to your body."

"Don't worry, my old bones are still strong," Victor Victor laughed, "my ineffective son is about to return from the Holy Spirit Plain, and when he takes over the family's property, I will rest again. Not too late."

Afterwards, the viscount began to ask the big businessmen about the trade in and out of the territory this year and the purchase of cotton and ore. He asked meticulously and professionally, which is really rare among contemporary aristocrats.

But suddenly, a faint wind blew through the castle's halls.

The magic spar lamps that are bright and won't be blown by the wind are clearly lit in all directions, but the light in the hall suddenly shakes and dims like a candle when it meets an air current.

The big merchants still didn't notice the changes in the hall, and the servants standing around were not showing any abnormal behavior, but Victor Kant suddenly stood up from the chair, he looked up at the dark ceiling of the castle, his eyes For a moment, a lavender magic halo like starlight flashed.

Then he showed an apologetic smile to the business representatives in front of him: "Sorry, gentlemen, I am afraid that today's meeting has to end, I suddenly remembered that there is still an important thing to do..."

At the same time, in a hidden cave near the eastern border of Ansu, the intertwined vines grew meanderingly, entangled on the boulder in the center of the cave into a shape like a huge cyst, and suddenly, the cyst opened, and a A beautiful yet eerie female figure emerges from it.

She has dark green long hair, fair skin and a beautiful face, but on the hem of her dress like a priest's robe, there are terrifying limbs that are intertwined like tree roots.

Since the last time she left the extreme south, Bertila, the female leader of the Society for the End of All Things, has been dormant in this hidden stronghold close to the front line of the eastern border, observing the changes in the situation in the entire eastern region through the ubiquitous plants. But a sudden news through a secret way "wakes up" her from the state of symbiosis with plants.

The headmistress frowned, her dark green hair squirming slightly behind her as if alive: "A bishop-level sleeper...successfully approached and invaded Gawain Cecil's spiritual world?!"

...

Gawain walked in the darkness.

He still clearly remembered what happened before: the suspicious mercenary leader suddenly raised his head, gave himself a weird smile, and called his name in a weird tone that seemed to be mixed with many voices.

Then he was brought into this dark, chaotic strange space by some kind of force.

He was absolutely certain that he was put together by some powerful force, but this kind of power should not be brought by the mercenary leader-the other party's physical quality and aura intensity are undoubtedly 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 and chaotic force that suddenly emerged from the aura of the knight leader, and the process was like "coming", so he guessed The mercenary leader should just be a medium, he may be some kind of victim to send this powerful force to him, Gawain Cecil.

After the initial panic, Gawain has calmed down at this moment.

He walked around in the darkness for a while, but could not feel the slightest loss of physical strength, which means that this place is most likely not the physical world, but just some kind of "imaginary space" that exists in the mind. He suspects that he is trapped in the In a certain spiritual cage, but as a soul that has been mutated for at least hundreds of thousands of years (possibly millions of years, after all, he will not count the years at all), he There is not even the slightest sense of nervousness about this trap.

No matter how powerful the world is, can the lifespan be compared to the satellites in the sky?

My old man was hanging in the sky to watch you learn to walk upright!

It was because of the arrogance and composure of a satellite in his heart that Gawain had no fear of the situation in front of him. After confirming that he could not leave the current space while walking, he simply stood still, and then quietly looked in front of him. of darkness.

It was like looking down at the unchanging sea and land back then.

He believes that there is definitely a purpose for a being that pulls him into this dark space, and the other person may be quietly observing him somewhere, and with the vast majority - or all the carbon in the world Judging from the patience of the basic creature, the other party can't consume himself.

ta will definitely be unable to bear and take the initiative to jump out.

To say that the only thing Gawain is worried about now is that he hopes that this "imaginary space" can be the same as the setting in most stories, and the flow of time is different from the outside world, otherwise it would be bad if Hetty and others outside thought that they had hung up again. Done—the two eldest granddaughters may bury themselves again, and Amber will dig out the entire grave when she is buried again...

Mom, it's scary to think about.

Gawain had all kinds of thoughts in his mind, and he didn't know how long the time in this imaginary space had elapsed. Then he suddenly saw an illusory glimmer of light emerging from the darkness in front of him.

It seemed that the "existence" that was quietly watching finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Gawain smiled, watching the light in front of him become more and more solid, getting closer and closer, and finally turned into a figure in a white robe, with a smooth white mask on his face, and he couldn't see a man or a woman, he listened. Under the mask came a deep voice that could not tell the difference between men and women: "Duke Gawain Cecil, you are more patient and calmer than I imagined, you are indeed a great hero seven hundred years ago, you This kind of heart is something I have never seen in other people.”

"Your patience is far worse than I thought," Gawain said lightly, "I thought you would spend a hundred and eighty years with me here."

"Please don't be resentful. My way of inviting Your Excellency may be a bit rough, but my fundamental purpose is just to have a good talk with Your Excellency-maybe you will be more comfortable in a different conversation environment?"

The white-robed man wearing a white mask waved his hand while talking, so in an instant, countless colors and lines appeared in the surrounding dark space, and these color lines were combined into various things in an instant. ——Gao Wen found himself standing in a vibrant garden, surrounded by lush flowers and low shrubs. Some servants with vaguely impressed faces were busy walking around in the garden, while not far away, You can see the tall main building of the castle.

All this looks familiar.

Gawain thought for a while before finding the corresponding picture from the memory of the original owner of this body. He glanced suspiciously at the white-robed man in front of him: "What do you mean?"

"Could it be that I didn't restore it properly?" The white-robed man pretended to be surprised and said, "I have tried very hard to restore this place according to those ancient memory fragments. Look, those servants, aren't you familiar with their faces? Most of the scenes of this castle are extracted from their memories, you see those plants, and those buildings... Is it different from the Cecil Castle in your memory?"

Before Gawain could answer, the white-robed man continued on his own: "Ah, the memory extracted from the dream may indeed be distorted, such a castle that does not conform to the facts may make you feel unhappy, then such What about the environment?"

As the voice of the white-robed man fell, the scene in front of Gawain changed again. The Cecil Castle and gardens seven hundred years ago disappeared, replaced by a high-altitude platform with an exquisite and luxurious round table. Along with the seats, the round table is filled with snacks and tea of ​​various colors, while outside the platform, you can overlook a magnificent city.

The city has countless gorgeous white buildings, the towering mage towers and floating crystals are dotted all over the city, and the blue light flow full of magic radiance flows between the buildings, embellishing the whole city like a heaven on earth, the city A huge translucent shield with countless runes floating in the sky can be vaguely seen in the sky, and at a farther place, you can see a blue beam of light connecting the sky and the ground from outside the city. From the beginning, like the tower of Babel in the legend of the earth, it goes straight into the sky...

The ancient capital of Gondor, and... the Deep Blue Well? !

"Would you like this scene more?" The man in white robe sat down at the round table, the pure white and smooth mask showed no expression, but there was a smile in his voice, "After all, you also experienced the glorious period of Gondor. character, perhaps you would prefer to recall the magnificent scenes of the heyday of the Empire of Man?"

"Sorry, when the Gondor Empire was in its heyday, I was just a knight apprentice on the northern border of the empire. I don't know what the prosperous imperial capital looked like," Gawain sat down at the round table, sitting opposite the white-robed man, " But the scenery is really good, and I can still see what the Deep Blue Well looked like back then."

"Then I'm relieved," the white-robed man said happily, "Then, the Eternal Sleeper has paid tribute to you, and now it's time for you to cooperate."

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