Chapter 662 - I Don’t Like to Enter the Spiritual Worlds of Men (2/2)

Eventually this got worse and worse.

At first, he only heard voices in his dreams but couldn’t see anything, and everything in the dreams was black.

But recently, it was possible to see the surroundings, and finally the appearance of the person speaking.

“A glowing woman?” asked Stephanie in surprise.

“No.” The Third Prince shook his head vigorously. “It was a man with a crown on his head, much like one of our ancestors, who told me I had to come to the royal tomb at a certain time or he would make me die in my dreams.”

“So here you are,” Stephanie grunted, “and you didn’t consult with us.”

The Third Prince averted his eyes in embarrassment.

Stephanie said to Roland, “Sorry to trouble you, but look into his spiritual world.”

“Actually, I don’t really want to enter a man’s spiritual world.” Roland sighed.

“Why?”

“Women are more emotional than rational, and men are more lustful than emotional,” Roland explained helplessly. “That’s why most men’s spiritual worlds have images of breasts and thighs flying as soon as one enters. The memories of this aspect fills the whole space without any concealment.”

Stephanie had been a little angry; after all, her own third brother had somehow appeared in this place.

But when she heard Roland’s words, she couldn’t tense up and found it so funny that she almost laughed aloud.

The Third Prince looked at his elder sister with some surprise.

As far as he could remember, his eldest sister hadn’t smiled much since she married his ex-brother-in-law.

Now…

At this moment, Stephanie rolled her eyes at Roland and continued, “Then still please look at it. It’s a friend’s request.”

“Okay.”

Roland walked up to the Third Prince.

The Third Prince subconsciously started backing up again.

This was normal; no one wanted a stranger to barge into their spiritual world.

But Roland snapped his fingers and a huge Hand of Magic appeared, grabbing the Third Prince in a vicious grip.

Finally, Roland pressed his finger against the Third Prince’s head.

After about six minutes, Roland retracted his finger. Stephanie immediately walked over and asked, “How is it, does he have any problems?”

“Yes, a big problem.” Roland explained, “In his spiritual world, there is also a huge infested area, much larger than yours.” “By the same person?” Roland shook his head. “Not the same person. Although the area is larger than yours, the quality of infestation is obviously not as powerful as the one in your spiritual world. Or rather, not even close.”

The Third Prince argued forcefully at this point: “But I’ve seen someone from your association, and he can be trusted. He said there is nothing wrong with my spiritual world, and the voice I heard could be a call from my ancestors.”

“The infested area in your big sister’s spiritual consciousness… where it’s an ancestral call or not, I’m not sure.” Roland turned around and looked in the direction of the capital. “But based on the information I’ve scouted from the infested area, and reading a little bit of your recent memories, if I combine the two, one thing is certain the person who caused this infested area for you is your most trusted Peter.”

The Third Prince froze for a moment, and then screamed, as if he had been insulted in a great way. His face flushed; “That’s impossible, you’re lying to me. Peter is a friend I grew up playing with, we’re best friends.” Roland shrugged. “It’s up to you to believe it or not.”

“Also, do you have a problem with Peter? You’re both people from the Association of Mages, and I heard Peter say that the Association of Mages has a lot of people against him. They’re not on good terms with him.”

“Actually, I’m a part of the Association of Mages in name, I don’t even know Peter at all.”

“Then how do you know his name?” the Third Prince shouted angrily.

Roland threw up his hands. “As I said, I looked in your spiritual memory. I even saw that you embraced a woman in red clothes the day before…”

“Stop it, stop it.” The Third Prince’s face went white, then turned red again. “I believe you.”

“It’s good that you believe it.” Roland chuckled, his tone a little mocking.

“The woman in red clothes, yesterday…” Stephanie looked at her third brother with an odd expression. “You can even lay your hands on that kind of person.”

The Third Prince was so ashamed that he squatted on the ground, his head buried between his knees.

Looking at the Third Prince who didn’t dare to speak, Stephanie glanced at Roland again, “Tsk, it’s too underhanded of you to go through such memories.” Roland sighed. “I’ve said it all before, it’s almost always the same image in a man’s spiritual world. Once you get in there, you get it in your face. You can’t even try not to look at it.”

“So your spiritual world is the same?” asked Stephanie curiously.

“One cannot see the ‘appearance’ of one’s own spiritual world, but I’m guessing it’s about the same.” Roland thought for a while and replied with poise. “I guess half of it is magic models floating around, and the other half is Andonara and Vivian.”

There was a saying that as long as you didn’t feel embarrassed yourself, then it’s others who would be embarrassed.

Stephanie originally wanted to use this method to embarrass Roland, but as a result, this man completely didn’t care about these things, being open and candid. As a woman, she was embarrassed having said those things instead.

She then turned and looked at her brother. “That means that Mage named Peter deliberately guided my brother into the royal tomb? What is his intention?”

“I don’t know. There is no way to deduce that without enough information,” Roland replied.

Stephanie stared at her brother. “So, what did the man named Peter tell you? Or, did he ask you to bring something out of the royal tomb?”

“None of that.” The Third Prince was not as bashful as he had been a moment ago. He stood up, felt in the pocket of his clothes for a while and took out a small wooden maiden doll that was crafted quite realistically and beautifully, with exquisite knife work. “He said I might be haunted by some undead spirit in the royal tomb, and asked me to take this and walk inside. If it was an evil spirit, it would be sucked into this doll.”

“Oh, let me see.” Stephanie held out her hand.

The Third Prince handed the wooden doll over, and when it was about to be put into Stephanie’s hand, Roland suddenly struck and slapped the doll away.

The tiny wooden sculpture spun and hit the wall next to it, bounced back, landed on the ground, and bounced a few more times, stopping at the Third Prince’s feet.

“What’s wrong?” asked Stephanie, looking at him without anger, her expression rather calm. “There’s something wrong with that wooden sculpture?”

“Something is very wrong.” Roland nodded. “There is a great reaction of mental energy inside, and it seems to store a soul!”

Stephanie immediately took several steps back.

The Third Prince’s face, once again, turned deathly pale.