。 It was an hour after sunrise, and the air was quiet and dreary. The pipes that flowed between the marble tiles shimmered in different colors, and the prince didn't know what they were, but believed they came from something more esoteric. There seems to be a high platform in the center of the hall, resembling a throne. The vast darkness that extended from the darkness of the roof seemed to turn into several large black patches, enclosing the sides of the throne. Whether they are really curtains or just dense shadows is impossible to tell with the naked eye. The throne itself is black, with the arms and backrest of the chair inlaid with precious stones or gold, emitting a faint glow. The throne is so great that a big man will become a dwarf when he sits on it, and there is no one in the throne, only darkness.

The prince gazed at the throne from the darkness in which he was. The jewels set in the arms of the giant claw-carved chairs glitter; Countless thin lines crisscross the back of the carved chair, like a spider climbing on it. Directly in front of the throne were three very high steps, each with a circle of chaise longues, and those tiny pipes protruding from the chaise longues and finally ending in the center of the throne, they were so fine that they completely obscured the red-veined marble surface beneath the throne.

This scene is familiar, and Brandt thinks of Victor's island and the beautiful girls he has sucked his blood. Getting closer, he found that there were seven chaise longues on each step, and under each chaise longue there were thin tubes of a color flowing out, which were coiled into a circular magic array, flowing with a strange brilliance under the chaise longone.

They are all children. As Brant approached the steps, he saw that the recliners were children under the age of ten. Kastyna is right, Klen is using the child to enhance her magic. This evil thing can only be done by demons, Brandt gritted his teeth, Vanessa was right, Coren was no longer the innocent and kind little boy he used to be, he was not worthy of redemption.

The prince walked up the steps to see Coren sitting on the throne, but a voice sounded behind him, "Brandt? Hagen? ”

Brant drew his sword with his backhand, and in the blink of an eye, the tip of the sword was handed to the opponent's eyeball, "Who?" When he saw the other man's face clearly, his sword drooped half a foot down, "Kelun? ”

"It's me, yes." The person on the other side was emaciated. Although Kelun in his memory has always been very thin, now it is as if he has been put into a cauldron by the gods, and every inch of his body has been boiled dry, leaving only skin and hair. He was thin and stiff-boned, and his face was almost as if he had been hewn out of flint, except for his sharp black eyes. The most astonishing thing for the prince was that he was the same age as himself, but now he was old, wrinkled, and even his hair was the gray of the winter sea, interspersed with a few white waves, untied, hanging over his shoulders.

"Kelun, how did you become like this?" Brant squinted at Kronn across from him, as if he were a terrifying zombie who had just climbed up from an underground catacomb. At one time, Kolun had thick yellow-brown hair and the Opplan's signature blue eyes, and a soft golden beard on her upper lip; He was sixteen years old at the time, and like other teenagers, he was so enthusiastic about Yiqiē, and his life was full of humor and energy. Now Ke Lun looks like he is dying, as if a slight cough can cut off his breath, and a stomp of his foot can shatter his heart.

"Become like your deceased grandfather?" A contemptuous smile spread across his age-spotted face, like a stone stirring up ripples across a pond, and he paused with his cane, "When you all left me and I was left with nothing, I realized that this lonely piece of wood was my only friend. ”

"I'm sorry, I really couldn't help it." Brant remembered the situation back then, he and his brother Creon followed their father to visit the Land of Midsummer, the Silver King did not go anywhere, but chose to come to the Halberd Castle, the adults would never talk about things in the hearts of filial sons, they thought that they would become each other's friends for life, so when Brant and Creon left the Halberd Castle, Colon cried like the whole world had betrayed him.

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