Chapter 166： Permanent sleeper (1/2)

At the Kant collar in the north, the old castle where the Kant family lived for generations, the aging Viscount Visa is receiving representatives from the Chamber of Commerce on the territory.

There are many lights in the reception hall, but the bright and constant light from the magic crystal lamp still can't dispel the darkness of the castle. The rectangular hall is only in addition to the Viscount and several chamber representatives. The servants of the fallen, the shadows of each person are reflected on the ground by the magical stone, pulling the old, twisting, and smashing.

However, everyone who stands in the hall is unaware of the gloom and horror. In the view of the Chamber of Commerce representatives, today’s lords are still as kind and elegant as ever, and generously promised to benefit both businessmen and the people. Things.

“The last batch of herbal medicines and potions have been harvested this year, and there is a good harvest of food,” said a representative of the Chamber of Commerce. “The potions have found buyers, but the herbs are not selling well this year.”

"Don't worry, Mr. Pirks," Viscount Victor smiled softly, comforting the big businessmen in his territory. "The caravans from the plains of the Holy Spirit will come soon, and Frostburgburg will come to buy a large number of herbs." Everyone’s hard work of one year will not be wasted.”

The aging viscount laughs very gently, and the eyes are always with goodwill. Few nobles use this attitude to communicate with people who are not nobles, although their etiquette standards allow them to use when talking to inferior people. Impeccable polite language, but their eyes and expressions can not be so "in place", Vickers is an exception.

He is a well-known old man who is "friendly, friendly, fair and tolerant to civilians". Although he is deeply in the circle of nobles, every civilian in the territory loves and admires his old lord.

"The Viscount, thank you for running for the people on the ground," another representative of the Chamber of Commerce said with sincerity, "Please also pay attention to your body."

"Don't worry, my old bones are still strong," Viscount Victor laughed. "My son, who is not a weapon, is about to travel back from the Holy Spirit Plain. When he takes over the family industry, I will rest again." Not too late."

Subsequently, the viscount began to ask the big businessmen about the business of the territory this year and the purchase of cotton and ore. He asked meticulous and professional, which is rare in the contemporary aristocracy.

But all of a sudden, a wind that had been rushed through the hall of the castle.

The magical crystal lamps that are bright and not blown by the wind are all in all directions, but the light in the hall suddenly shakes and darkens like a candlelight.

The big businessmen still didn't notice the changes in the hall. The servants who stood around the wood did not have any abnormal performance, but Victor Kant suddenly stood up from the chair. He looked up at the castle's dark ceiling and eyes. In the middle of the moment, a lavender magic glow like a starlight flashes.

Then he showed a sorry smile to the merchant representatives in front of him: "Sorry, gentlemen, I am afraid that the meeting today has to end. I suddenly remembered that there is still another important thing to do..."

At the same time, in a hidden cave near the east of Ansu, the vines growing in tangled tangles entangled in the boulder in the center of the cave like a giant cystic shape, and suddenly, the cysts open, one The beauty reveals a strange female figure.

She has long dark hair and a fair complexion, but her face is like a robes like a robes. It is a terrible limb that is like a tree root.

Bertila, the female patriarch of the event, has been squatting in this hidden position near the front line of the east, and observed the changes in the entire eastern region through the ubiquitous plants. But a sudden sudden message through the secret route "wakes her up" from the state of symbiosis with plants.

The female superintendent frowned, and the dark green hair seemed to squirm like a life behind her: "A bishop-class sleeper... successfully approached and invaded the spiritual world of Gavin Cecil?!"

......

Gao Wen walked in the darkness.

He still clearly remembers what happened before: the suspicious mercenary leader suddenly looked up and smiled at himself, and called out his name with a strange accent that seemed to be mixed with many voices.

Then he was brought to this dark, chaotic and quirky space by some kind of power.

He is absolutely certain that he has been put together by a powerful force, but this power should not be the low-level knight of the other’s physical and breath strength that the mercenary leader’s own. At the moment when the mercenary leader suddenly looked up, Gao Wen remembered that he had sensed that a powerful and chaotic force suddenly emerged in the atmosphere of the knight’s head. The process was like “falling”, so he guessed the commission. The leader of the army should be just a medium. He may be a victim of this powerful power to send him to Gao Wen Cecil.

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

He walked around in the dark for a while, but he felt that there was no physical exhaustion. This shows that there is a high probability that it is not a physical world, but a kind of "imaginary space" that exists in thinking. He suspects that he is trapped. In a spiritual prison, but as a soul that has been trapped in the satellite for at least several hundred thousand years (and possibly millions of years, after all, he does not count the years after the end), he has actually mutated the soul, he There is not even a slight tension in this trap.