The next morning, Benedict and Albert were still asleep.' The spirit woman had already gotten up early to get up and freshen up, and she quietly came to the bedroom of the two humans accompanied by her personal officer. She motioned to the people around her to be as soft as possible, and waited patiently for the other party to wake up naturally.

In order to let his son sleep soundly, and in order to be able to respond to emergencies in a timely manner, Benedict specially put the special mattress for the 'fine' spirit clan to lean upright against the edge of the water, 'jade', vine 'bed'.

This scene touched everyone present.' The female king sighed lowly, her dark green eyes fluttering and flickering behind the mask, she stood motionless for a long time, and suddenly waved her hand, and invited some of the most intimate servants out of the room.

The 'Woman' King leaned down alone and carefully lifted Albert's left arm so that he could take a closer look at the ring on his ring finger.

In the dim light, the two letters "MR" are particularly dazzling, they are like a megaphone, constantly reminding the 'female' king, the musical angel who once loved himself and loved him deeply, has been exiled and imprisoned for almost ten years.

The 'female' king sighed uncontrollably and said, "This is fate, if I wasn't the 'female' king, maybe you wouldn't have to suffer so much."

Her crystal tears inadvertently dripped onto Albert's arm, and in an instant there was a wonderful magical reaction, and the tears were like eyes, and they rushed all the way to the ring, and when the two things finally came together, a heavy sigh suddenly came out of the air.

The 'woman' king could not help but cry out with some self-reproach: "This is God's will, and the two of us are not destined to come together."

The sigh became more and more mournful, and it could not help but wake Albert, who had fallen into a light sleep, and Benedict, who had been awakened by his own nightmares several times in the middle of the night, was now sleeping a little deeply.

The young duke had not seen the 'female' king herself in his waking state, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he seemed to realize something, his expression was somewhat 'confused', and he said several names in succession that the 'female' king had never heard of, such as "Cagan Claudia and Catherine".

The 'Spirit' and 'Woman' King said in a very gentle tone: "You are safe now, has the musical angel mentioned anything to you?"

"No, no, no, he's not an angel, he turned me into a demon, his magic is so powerful, I can't compete with it." Albert panicked, the word angel was synonymous with hell in his mind, and he kicked Benedict's bare brain 'door' near the edge of the bed, causing the cardinal to get up all at once, thinking that something special had happened.

The poor old man, after making sure that he was all right, hurriedly bowed deeply to the 'female' king, who was half-kneeling beside the bed.

"This is the inner chamber, don't be so formal, both of you are my guests."

"Your Majesty, I'm ashamed to have caused you so much trouble when I first arrived."

"It is said that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and that Lord Valentine really made a deep impression on me."' The female king deliberately changed the subject.

"Please forgive your Majesty for his frivolity and ignorance for a moment......"

"Who hasn't been young?" The female king sighed heavily and said.

Benedict didn't know what to say for a while, because Albert was the best footnote.

"Your Excellency doesn't have to be formal, you must have something special to do when you have come all the way here."' The king said, holding the little one, who was still a little weak and in constant fear.

"Does Your Majesty know the story of the ancient country of the East?"

"The continent they are on is now completely desertified, there are no animals, no plants, the only thing left is the ruins buried deep in the yellow sand and the scorching sun overhead."

"Has Your Majesty ever heard of the Mind Flayer?"

"Of course, these monsters that dwell deep underground can make even mighty dragons fearful, their own magical abilities are unparalleled, and what is even more terrifying is that these monsters can subtly influence the minds of living beings, and eventually turn enemies into their own puppets, they can turn close brothers and sisters against each other, they can make loyal husbands and wives become strangers, and all social norms will unintentionally collapse under their interference."'' Although the female king is old, her memory and lung capacity are really amazing, and these words are repeated almost without pause.

"Your Majesty is right, the reason why Your Excellency Valentine and I are in a hurry to see you this time is precisely to find a way to crack this evil thing." Old Benedict was now at ease, for he had evidently already spoken to the 'female' king, and he was on the right side of Albert's 'bed', while the 'female' king was on the other side.

She subconsciously stroked the mask covering her face with the back of her hand, because when she confronted Albert, who had turned into a werewolf, the other party's eyes that flashed blazing flames and cursed fiercely at the same time were like a staff with special magical powers.

"Your Majesty." Benedict continued. This demon looms, and there is almost no trace of it in orthodox history, and our polydocical prophet Cyril and his eight saints have written books and preached that they must not be paralyzed. They only stare at the things of the moment with their eyes, they rarely ask themselves, and they only treat such ethereal things as the Mind Flayer, whether they are princes and nobles or ordinary people, as a kind of fairy tale or after-dinner conversation, and it is impossible to take it seriously."

"Your Excellency means that the threat of the Mind Flayer has broken ground."' The tone of the female 'king' seemed a little flat.

"Your Majesty thinks I'm like a joker?" Benedict had a serious face, and when he was agitated, he couldn't help but brush the few remaining hairs on the 'door' of his brain.

"If the Mind Flayer is only a threat to your human empire, why should we 'elven' spirits take the risk of mixing in?" The woman said coldly, this was the first time she had shown such an expression in front of the father and son.

"Your Majesty, the Bodi Continent is a whole, the Danse Forest is relatively independent, but it is also an indispensable part of it, and there is no hatred between humans and 'spirits'. We all live under the same blue sky, and the Mind Flayer threatens the home of all intelligent beings, although the time span seems to be long, and they can destroy the Orlingt Empire, and of course, they can attack the Tamborance Empire in the same way, and once they succeed again, can you guarantee that they will not reach out to the Danse Forest? They are demons lurking underground, there are no laws to bind them, there is no chance of negotiation, they are the opposite of the benevolent Heaven, or in your words, they are beyond the care of the forest godsThe evil that has arisen in the dark land, although the situation is still unclear, but we must take precautions, because the strength of the demon side is so strong, if we hesitate a little, we will definitely regret it in the end. Your Majesty." Benedict's words were sincere, and although there was suspicion of spitting, they were generally successful.

The 'spirit' 'woman' Wang straightened up and slowly paced around the room.

Old Benedict had to move several times to avoid it, so as not to accidentally touch the edge of his skirt.

Albert, who was lying on the water 'jade' vine 'bed', was now in a half-asleep state.He vaguely heard the discussion of the Mind Flayer.His heart felt as if he had fallen into a stone.There was no way to calm down.When he tried to walk on the ground, suddenly he stumbled and rolled to the feet of the 'female' king who was in the middle of a choice.

Benedict on the side had to squeeze his eyebrows and 'make' his eyes, reminding Xiao Ah to apologize quickly, but the young duke must have had some illusion, when he came into contact with the skirt composed of lilies and flowers, he immediately cried bitterly: "Claudia, Catherine, it's me who is not good, you don't leave me."

When the bald old Ben heard this, his jaw almost dropped, what happened to his son, and he was seriously out of shape on such an occasion.

The 'spirit' and 'woman' king did not have a seizure, but squatted down very kindly, and gently stroked Xiao A's 'messy' hair: "Say it, tell all the things in your heart, so that you can feel better."

Her dark green eyes shone strangely through the mask, and Albert seemed to be hypnotized, giving a rough account of what he had been through in the last few moments.

Benedict had already heard the news of Borot Sr.'s death.After all, the news of Mrs. Charlotte's abduction was like a bolt from the blue.In an instant, Benedict's brain 'door' oozed a lot of sweat.

He didn't expect that in just a few months, his own son would spend such a legendary time, and it was as if someone had been connected with the thread of fate in advance, just waiting for the wheel of time to run over in order.

In Albert's eyes, the masked 'spirit' 'female' king seemed to be the combined embodiment of Claudia and Catherine.

The dark green eyes are more intoxicating than the sound of the musical angel's piano and singing, and the 'spirit' and 'woman' king also found the shadow of her lover from Albert's body.' I want to know what happens next, and I'll continue next time.