【Thunder Island, Thunder God City, Corridor outside the bedroom】

When Haiyun woke up again, it was already night, and she didn't know if she had slept all day or two. She got out of bed and found that her legs were almost better. The fairy tale book on the bedside table is still there, and there is a small calendar next to the fairy tale book, which reads: September 13, 478.

Haiyun tidied up her clothes and opened the gray curtains. Insects chirped in the endless forest, and the glow of fireflies illuminated the darkness. She took a deep breath and felt infinite comfort in her heart. With a little bit of spiritual power, he found that his spiritual skills had risen more than one step.

It seems that someone has been here, Haiyun looked at the calendar and thought, this person should be the one who saved me.

Haiyun fumbled around the wall and finally felt a switch. She pressed it lightly, and the entire room was illuminated by a thunder magic lamp. As during the day, the room was still gorgeous and homely.

She pushed open the heavy door as if a huge stone had been pushed open. Outside the hallway is a long hallway, illuminated by candlelight on the walls on both sides, and a red carpet on the floor, with no gray layer on the carpet, which is obviously taken care of.

Haiyun wondered how many people it would take to do a good job of sanitation in such a big house. But how can no one see it?

Haiyun reached out down the hallway and took a closer look at the candles. It was discovered that these candles were not candles, but ever-bright lamps powered by spiritual magic, but they just looked like candles.

The corridor was long, and Haiyun walked for a long time without reaching the end. Openwork glass windows and frescoes alternate on the walls one by one.

The glass windows were all open, and from time to time leaves from the forest blew into the hallway. The murals are very old, and these styles are thousands of years old.

Haiyun is very sure of this. She studied art history at the Royal Academy in Yena City and has an understanding of painting styles around the world.

She stood in front of a painting, staring earnestly. In the painting, a man holds a human-high holy sword that summons countless thunderbolts and sits on a throne, the man has the face of a savior, his hands are covered with calluses holding the sword, and the sword name is written on the hilt: Heavenly Gift.

Haiyun immediately recognized this man, he was the first king of Thunder Island, and at this moment, he was crowned king by sitting on the throne of Thunder Country with the Heavenly Sacred Sword in his hand. As for his name, Haiyun didn't know, because there was no record in the history books, only that he was a figure calling for wind and rain at that time.

Haiyun was surprised, she couldn't believe that she had seen the real painting here. This is something that people dare not imagine, for tens of thousands of years, how many rises and falls this painting has witnessed, thinking of this, Haiyun continues to praise.

The next few paintings, while not as surprising as the one in which King Thunder holds a heavenly gift, are not simple either. They record the events that have happened on Thunder Island since the first King of Thunder Island.

Haiyun discovers that not every generation of Thunder Island Kings is in these paintings. The paintings on the walls are all those extraordinary kings who have made great achievements for the Thunder Kingdom.

Haiyun stopped in front of the twentieth painting. This painting depicts a tragic battle, in which the young King of Thunder Island holds the Thunder Island artifact Heavenly Sword, summons countless thunder arrays, and leads the Thunder Island warriors to fight against a demon with black wings. The name of this king of Thunder Island is: Orepo Fresnel, the most powerful warrior of Thunder Island for 10,000 years, and legend has it that his thunder cultivation has reached the tenth level, and he can control the thunder of the world.

And his opponent is a demon in the world thousands of years ago, holding a four-meter-long demon sword, a pair of huge black wings flying in the air, his name is Sephiroth.

If it weren't for Orepo Fresnel standing in Saphiros' footsteps, the world would have changed. Orepo Fresnel is the true savior. Haiyun had seen such an evaluation in the forbidden books of the Haiguo Royal Library.

The sea clouds continue to descend, and the alternating glass windows and oil paintings on both sides become oil paintings on one side and windows on the other. Outside the neat windows is a huge square, and in the center of the square is a fountain. The entire square is illuminated by ever-bright spiritual lights, and fountains of all sizes are running.

Haiyun didn't understand, she didn't know what kind of power made such a lost country full of vitality. It's like someone who is already dead, but still walking.

The last giant oil painting on the promenade, the man in the painting is Austin Fresnel, holding the hammer of Thor in his hand, and using all his strength to fight the monster [Thunderfang] for the final battle. The white thunder light on his whole body was something that only appeared after the Thunder Clan broke through the eight-layer thunder method.

Haiyun didn't know what the battle had been all about, but everyone in the world knew that the ThunderClan had since vanished. And the prince of Thunder Island that she had been waiting for has since disappeared.

She remembered the fairy tale book on her bedside, and suddenly a thought occurred in her heart.

Could it be that Claude Fresnel is still alive? Did he pick up the fairy tale book from the reef?

Hai Yun was a little excited, as if such an explanation could tell him that Claude Fresnel was still alive.

However, it has been a hundred years since the Battle of Ray Island, so if Claude Fresnel is still alive, he must be at least more than a hundred years old. More than a hundred years is nothing to the Sea Clan, who have a lifespan of more than three hundred years, but for the Thunder Clan, who only has a lifespan of thirty years, one hundred years is three generations.

Haiyun's last illusions were shattered. After all, time is the most difficult thing to overcome.

The princess, dressed in a white gown fluttering in the wind, walked to the end of the promenade, where a fan-shaped staircase extended to both sides, leading to a beautiful and delicate garden.

The princess carried her robe and walked down the stairs step by step, and the soles of her feet felt the cold feeling coming from the marble staircase, as if walking on the ice.

The black night sky is full of stars and the scent of tulips in the breeze. The nightingale stood on the branches of the trees and sang, and the waves crashed against the cliffs to the east of the island.

Haiyun raised his head, and the thunder magic spirit array around Thunder Island opened again, and countless thunder lights rushed directly into the sky from the spirit array, illuminating the entire peaceful night sky. Not only these visible spirit arrays, but those hidden in the shadows are even more deadly, as long as they are touched slightly, people will be pierced by powerful thunder and lightning.

Thinking of the scene when he was forced into the Thunder Island Spirit Array a few days ago, Haiyun still had palpitations.

She descended the stairs and sat down on a stone table in the garden, looking up to see her head covered with plump purple grapes. Haiyun reached out and gently plucked one and put it in his mouth, slowly sucking the juice from the grapes. She had seen a lot of grapes in books, but she rarely ate them. She didn't know what it was, but it was the best grape she'd ever eaten.

Princess Haiyun finished eating one grape and took another. After eating this, I reached for another one. Coming and going, Haiyun ate the grapes on the trellis to nothing.

After Haiyun finished the last grape, a smile appeared on his face. She turned around, and she didn't know when there was an ice-blue dress tattooed with stars and moon on the stone table behind her, next to the skirt was a navy-blue blouse, and under the stone table was a pair of brown shoes with laces.

Haiyun smiled, changed into a white robe, put on a navy blue shirt and ice blue skirt on the stone table, and put on brown shoes. She was shy to find that the clothes fit well, as if she had measured her own figure.

Haiyun spun in circles, her ice-blue skirt spread out in the air like a blooming bouquet of ice, and there was no blood on her snow-white skin, giving people the feeling of an ice and snow beauty. She has a standard melon seed face, soft ice-blue eyebrows, and big eyes that reflect the sea and the stars. Her brown pupils were obscured by long, ice-blue eyelashes, and pink lips were the only blood-colored spots on her body. Although Haiyun is not tall, she has a good figure and a crystal necklace hanging from her chest, which was given to her by a friend of hers.

Haiyun looked at the stars in the sky, and countless thunderbolts rushed into the night, and he seemed to be standing in the center of the world and saw the most beautiful scene.

Perhaps, Claude is still alive. Haiyun stopped, sat on a chair next to the stone table, and thought with his head propped up. Since Heyman's death, it is estimated that he is the only one who cares so much about himself.

Haiyun touched the clothes on his body, they were all made of fine fabrics, which were not only light and smooth, but also very breathable to wear. As the princess of the sea country, Haiyun has worn many gorgeous dresses and skirts in the past 70 years. But this is the only outfit she likes.

"Is that you? Claude. Haiyun asked.

There was no response in the quiet garden, and it was surprisingly quiet, and Haiyun could clearly hear the insects chirping in the woods.

Haiyun raised his voice and asked, "Claude, I know you're here, come out!"