Where is this?

At this moment, Mark only had this question lingering in his mind, and he had heard Jacques say many times in the past few days, and when he saw it, he fled in, and he thought it was Jacques' words to comfort him.

Well, it wasn't until he was in it that he felt the mystery here.

He staggered behind Jacques, following in unison, for fear that he would fall into the darkness below if he stepped on the air, and that he would not even be able to settle down.

His antics caused Fat Orange to roll his eyes, but he didn't know it, and he kept asking questions.

Jacques said impatiently, "This is dimensional space, it has always existed, my skill has only opened the door in and out of here, the one we just entered." ”

Mark still wondered, "Brother Jacques, can we go all the way back to York City through here?" ”

Jacques replied, "No, we can't last that long." ”

"Huh, can't you bring food and water in?"

Jacques had no choice but to explain: "You roll up your sleeves and look carefully at your skin to see if there are occasional white spots of light running out. ”

Mark immediately rolled up his sleeves, stared at his arm, and after dozens of seconds, said excitedly: "Really! There is a point of light the size of a pinpoint! It's amazing!"

"What kind of cultivation are you now?, Awakened Advanced?" Jacques asked him.

"I've just become the pinnacle of the Awakened! I'll be able to become a Sculptor in a year or two!" Mark was very proud, the Sculptor before the age of thirty was considered an excellent child in the aristocracy and upper class.

"Hehe, if you stay here for two days, you can return to the Awakened High Rank, and if you stay here for a week, you will return to the state of the newly awakened Transcendent. Jacques said lightly.

This scared Mark so much that he stayed in the dimensional space for a long time, and he had to lose his cultivation.

Seeing Mark's embarrassed face, Jacques didn't bother to tease him, so he said: "Those points of light are the source energy of this space, not only can we not integrate into the body, but also slowly precipitate the source energy that was originally stored in our body, and the point of light you see is the source energy that escapes from your body."

However, a short stay of an hour or two will not make any difference, just get some sleep and recuperate. Now we know why we can't hide here and make it all the way back to Yorktown. So I waited for Marianne to answer, and with that we had the hope of escaping. Vanessa is missing, and they're going to look for it. ”

Mark finally relaxed and asked, "How many people did Marianne bring? With your skill, there is no need to storm the rebels' mines, it is indeed much easier." ”

Jacques replied, "Plus she's eight people, and the really useful ones are the two grandmasters and the other three. There are not many people, but ...... Not weak. ”

With a big sense of certainty, Mark followed Jacques for a while, but unfortunately in the dark space where the light points floated, he couldn't tell the direction at all, and he didn't know how Jacques was going to save Vanessa.

Jacques opened the door again, and the cat in Mark's arms struggled, jumped to the ground, and crashed into the door. Mark tried to intercept it, but was stopped by Jacla, and the light door closed.

Seeing that he was really puzzled, Jacques had no choice but to say, "Let Fat Orange go to Vanessa, don't worry." ”

After getting along in the past few days, Jacques felt that this Mark Cromwell, although he was a little playful, still had a good character, and he had saved his life in times of crisis, and had already regarded him as his friend, so let him know some secrets.

However, it is still easy to explain about the spatial rift, the source energy technique of the chaos system, but he didn't let the fat orange speak in front of him, a beastmaster-level pet, the heart is not big enough to stand it.

Here, Jacques is waiting in dimensional space, but outside Fat Orange is looking for Vanessa's traces everywhere.

Jacques simply sat down to rest, and in his consciousness, a man and a cat were talking.

"You've seen all the caves in your row, no!" said Fat Orange.

"Special hostages, naturally you have to be treated specially, otherwise you go to the west side of the building to see, at least the house is not a hole in the ground. Jacques replied, but unfortunately his body stood up straight except for his mouth.

The fat orange in Jacques's consciousness was also stiff, and even his tail, which never rested, hung down and remained motionless at will, only the words came out: "I found that there are more guards in a room......!" Hey, she's having a party!Ah, I've seen Vanessa! she's there!"

"Sensory sharing, I want to see it too!"

Fat Orange was crouching under a chair, right in the corner of the room. Fat Tangerine has the ability to make people completely ignore its existence if it is motionless, which is as small a means as it is to pick the lock of a sliding door and walk silently.

These little tricks have been tried and tested, except for that night, when he was caught by a brainless McKay.

Thirty or forty people in the room sat at four round tables, each with a dish in front of them, but at each table some people were feasting, while others were having trouble eating.

At the table where Vanessa was, the man sitting in the first seat was an aborigine, who looked to be fifty or sixty years old, with black hair interspersed with strands of silver and wrinkles on his face.

After dealing with the stick bones on the plate, the man picked up a handkerchief and wiped his hands, and said to Vanessa, who was opposite him: "Girl Lan Xinhui, why do you have to be entangled in such details?"

Vanessa sat upright, smiling lightly, and speaking in an unhurried voice: "No, Mr. Moratti, you don't understand our culture enough, and here I must correct a few of your misunderstandings.

First of all, if your claim is to establish an independent state, then you will need to act in the same way as between countries, just as between the Empire and the Kingdom of Light, or between the Duchy of Stuart and the Duchy of Cartile.

Then I can't write to my family for ransom as if I were captured by bandits or pirates, and you don't want ransom, as far as I know, you really don't lack money, you want political recognition.

I can only write to my brother to confirm the fact that I have been captured, but I must not make any demands on him, because this is no longer a matter between us Kusman and a gang of robbers, but between two countries.

I can't let my actions affect my brother's decision, though he will make the right decision. ”

The man known as Moratti stared at Vanessa and smiled, meaning unclear, which made Vanessa a little nervous, picked up the water glass, took a sip, and continued: "Secondly, I don't think it is reasonable for you to ask us prisoners of war to engage in mining operations, but I will still persuade others to cooperate.

Remember that we are not slaves, and civilized nations would not use prisoners of war as slaves!

We made the mistake of using the Bolias as slaves, but now we realize our mistake and correct it.

So it seems to me that we are working in the mining operations in exchange for your food and shelter, and we are prisoners of war, not slaves to thieves. ”

Jacques and Vanessa were only a few faces, but at this time they understood why she could say that she could use the rebels to heal herself, instead of just making up for it and throwing it on the side of the road.

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