Fang Plover picked up the scepter.

Suddenly, the scepter faded in his hand, revealing its true face—eleven inches and four minutes long, which could be held in one hand, and the coat of arms of the Kaulin Kingdom on it was mottled and stained.

Whispers lingered in the empty room.

He took the scepter, and the voice in his ears suddenly came from all directions, and became clear and audible, it was an old plea:

"Mr. Manlow, don't look at it, come and help me...... Ah, it hurts me, you damned thieves. There is no other Knight of Dawn of His Majesty, who is not useful at all, and I don't know if I have left a person to help me. ”

A high-pitched, thin voice said, "No, I told them to leave, honorable Lord Declan. ”

"You? Forget it, catch the lawless guys, or they'll get me in trouble at the celebration. ”

"Rest assured, the celebration will take place as scheduled."

"Excuse me, Mr. Manlow, I never knew you were such a talkative fellow."

"Not really, it's just me talking to myself."

"Talking to yourself?"

"Do you know why I let the knights go?"

"Why? Isn't it to catch those two damn thieves? ”

"That's not it, it's just that there are too many people to do things."

"Inconvenient to act...... Wait, what do you want to do!? Guards, guards! Don't come here—ah! ”

In the dark room, the screaming stopped abruptly.

The sound of metal clashing was the sound of a sword being thrown to the ground.

"Ah," said the high-pitched, thin voice, "what a poisonous sword, what a vicious paladin, don't worry, Lord Declan, I will help you avenge you-"

The sound was like a withered leaf, swept up by the night wind, and gradually faded away.

In the darkness, there stood an old man with a pale face that looked like a dead man, and the disgusting white patches on his forehead stood out in the moonlight.

Fang Yu and Sylvid looked at the old man silently, and said, "Is this remorse, Mr. De Clan?" ”

"I want revenge all the time, young man." The old man's voice was like sand.

Fang Yu shook his head: "You still haven't understood what you are doing wrong. ”

"It doesn't matter, I just want revenge."

"Maybe I'll help you, but not for you."

"That doesn't matter," the old man glanced at him, "remember your words, young man. ”

His voice dissipated into the darkness.

Fang Yu looked at the scepter in his hand, and a line of small words appeared on it:

'Remorse is like poison, eating and biting hearts—'

Scepter of Remorse.

Sylvid looked at him silently, stepped forward, and helped him push open a door that appeared in the darkness.

The two had not communicated, but as if they had some kind of tacit understanding, Fang Yu acquiesced to her actions.

Once again, the scene has changed.

Ahead was the Lady Fujiba Hotel, the newly lacquered door, brand new, with gold painted on the door, and the sign hanging on the door frame was not as mottled and mossy as he saw it later.

The name of the inn was written in floral script, and there was a smaller line of text:

'A warm haven for travelers——'

But under the nest, Ann has finished eggs, and at this moment of Dorifin, where does it come from any warmth and what kind of safe haven? Fang Yu walked up the steps and pushed the door in.

Before he could touch the door, the door suddenly slammed open to the left and right, and ghostly knights appeared out of thin air, pouring into the inn from both sides of him.

Fang Ou and Sylvede were in the middle of this torrent.

I just feel that this scene is familiar.

Out of thin air, a high-pitched, thin voice shouted, "Catch them, devotees, these traitors killed Lord Declan!" ”

Lady Fujiba's hall is surrounded by guards and knights of the dawn.

In their former positions were Misu and Dicht. "What's going on, how would they know we're in this place!?"

"Rune, he's gone."

"You're saying Lun, he betrayed us?" Misu's face turned pale: "This is impossible, how could he do that!?" ”

"I didn't say anything," Dicht said with a cold expression, "just a statement." ”

Misu gritted her teeth, "I don't believe Lun would do that. ”

"Anyway, break out first."

"Break through separately, only then will there be a chance - Mr. Dicht, whoever of us succeeds in leaving, must find a way to spoil the celebration."

The older knight nodded.

Knights, cultists and heroes, all illusions vanished.

Fang Yu walked into the hall, and suddenly saw a pale young man in the shadow of the corner not far away, looking anxiously in this direction.

But the gaze was empty, as if passing through his and Sylvid's bodies.

He had long soft blond hair, looked like he had been hollowed out by wine, and was wearing a sailor's shirt, with a bulging pocket, panicked.

And then the image of the young man also disappeared.

The Lady Fujiba was surrounded by mist, with only an upward staircase, as if inviting him and Sylvide's master and servant to enter, Sylvide at his side with him at the head, and the maid silently carrying the stone statue.

Fang Yu felt that the scepter in his hand seemed to change-

He glanced down and saw that the Scepter had attributes:

Scepter of Remorse (Magician, Gear Level, D+)

Basic Attributes: Attack 44-57

Add-ons: Strength Slightly Increased+, Perception Boost+, Shield Protector IV, Shock Law

Weight: 1.4kg

Interface/Output Occupancy: Main Weapon Interface, 140M

Required Level: 12 Any

'Under the Doriphon Illusion, the one who holds the vows can ignore the limits of his rank'

'Remorse is like poison, eating and biting hearts—'

'Domination of the Hosts'

Good old magician.

This is Fang Yuan's first exclamation.

The second confusion is the last three lines of text on the Scepter's attribute list, which appear in the attribute list, and obviously have their attribute significance.

But except for the first line of text, he could read it, and everything else was unknown.

"Do you want to go up?" Sylvade asked, looking at the stairs.

Fang Yu put down his scepter and nodded.

Walking up to the second floor, a sobbing sound came to my face.

Then an even more imposing voice: "She trapped you in this place, but you still have to think about her?" Wake up, Jeffrey, you know who's for all the people in this realm, go, do as I say-"

"No, I can't do that, I can't be wrong again and again, Lord Nicol Bolas." The young man wept bitterly and pleaded.

"Hehe, do you think I'm begging you? Geoffrey, you have betrayed your soul to the devil, and it is too late for you to repent, do you think you are still a pure and unflawed person, a prodigal? ”

"My lord, but I-"

"No, but."

The voice said more harshly.

The sobs grew muffled and staccatolate.

"Go, do as I say, Geoffrey, I'll give you redemption, you're my man, and you don't need to ask anyone's forgiveness."

"Take it, go get that thing out-"

Fang Yu saw that in the darkness at the end of the corridor, there were two long shadows.

One knelt on the ground and wept bitterly.

An arrogance and arrogance, with an unbeatable taste.

The latter handed something to the former, and Fang Yu saw clearly that it was a brooch that radiated a dull sheen, the mark of sacrifice of the fanatics, and the former sobbed and stood up.

"It's getting late, Jeffrey, listen to me."

The woman smirked.

Then the shadow faded.

A closed door appeared in front of it, and on it hung a bronze nameplate engraved with characters in the writing of the Kingdom of Kaulin, which, if translated into earth, would be a simple line of Arabic numerals:

3007.

Fang Yu pushed the door open without hesitation.

It was the first time he had seen the room where the Paparals had been before, ordinary, no different from the others.

A bed with a small bedside table next to the bed and a somewhat mottled wardrobe on one side against the window.

The room was empty, so to speak, and there was nothing else.

The door automatically closed behind the two of them.

But nothing happened.

There are no apparitions, no sounds—

Fang Yu looked at the bedside table, which was empty, and he remembered the rumors about this room, and seemed to think of something. But Sylvid had already taken a step ahead of him, took a brooch from his bosom, and placed it in that place.

Fang Yu fixed his eyes and saw that it was the martyrdom mark of the loyal.

He looked at Sylvid in amazement, he remembered that it was clearly in Parker's possession, and he handed it to the little man himself: "Why is it with you?" ”

"Parker, of course."

"Did he meet you?"

Sylvide nodded as a matter of course.

"But how could he give this to you, I told him-"

"Doesn't the captain trust me?"

"Of course I didn't mean that, but ......"

Sylvid smiled slyly: "Just kidding, don't be so nervous, I exchanged the 'treasure map' with him, Mr. Parker is obsessed with money, of course he agreed." ”

"Treasure map?"

"Do you remember that plan of Horstins Cathedral?"

"You put it away?" Fang Yu suddenly realized.

"Sky Blue is put away, I'll ask that cute little girl for it before you let them leave." The aristocratic girl's eyes narrowed into a crescent moon and grinned.

Fang Yu looked at her a little speechlessly. "I can't hide anything from you, Sylvid."

"Meticulousness is the first virtue of an alchemist," Sylvid said, "Besides, isn't that handy, who told you not to give me that mark?" Speaking of which, you still don't trust us, Captain. ”

Fang Yu was the opponent of this sharp-toothed aristocratic lady, and he was quickly defeated.

The two were talking, and the door behind them was quietly pushed open.

A frightened young man sneaked in from there, his face pale and dejected, as if he had been fished out of the water, his whole body drenched all over his body, and his soft blonde hair was pressed against his pale forehead.

He pressed his back against the doorframe, as if it were all it took to stand there, looking at the room—it hadn't changed in the slightest from what he had seen in his life.

It's as if nothing had happened yet, frozen in the day before the celebration.

If, if everything can be turned back.

The young man recalled all the remorse he had experienced in this long darkness, and he couldn't help but cover his face with his hands, tears overflowing between his fingers.

He whimpered and wept bitterly.

Until a voice outside the door said, "Go, Jeffrey, don't you want to be free?" Freedom is there, and it's close at hand. ”

But where did the freedom come from.

Young people know in their hearts that everything they do will only lead them into the abyss.

But he couldn't resist, holding something in his hand, and slowly approached. Both Fang and Sylvid turned sideways, allowing him to pass through the middle and approach the bedside table.

Only then did the two of them see when there was an extra sword on the bedside table.

When Fang Yu saw the sword, he couldn't help but lose his voice in his heart-

"Fairy Holy Sword, Galapeia!"

The scabbard of the sword.

The hilt of the sword.

The shape of the sword.

It was exactly the same as the one he had seen in Mazak's hand, even the scratches on the emeralds on the counterweight hammer.

It's clearly the same sword.

"That's it!" The dark shadow outside the door screamed anxiously, "Jeffrey, pick it up and give it to me!" Quick, don't hesitate! ”

The young man hesitated for a long time.

Only then did he put the things in his hand on the cabinet, and Fang Yu saw that the position was exactly the same, which coincided with the martyrdom mark of the loyal on the bedside table.

He turned around, shielded the sigil with his body, and slowly picked up the sword.

A ray of light emanated from the sword, rippling like a shockwave, startling all the square plovers in the room. The black shadow outside the door screamed even more, and sprang back more than ten feet.

But after this vision, the brilliance of the sword wound dimmed, as if it had been polluted by something, and became dull.

"yes, that's it!" The dark shadow outside the door shouted with joy, "Quick, Jeffrey, bring it to me." ”

The young man hesitated: "My lord, you promised me the freedom. ”

"I promise, give it to me and you'll be free, it's useless for me to ask for your soul, you should understand that."

"I trust you one more time, sir."

"Done right, Jeffrey." The man outside the door said softly.

The gentle voice was exactly the same as Heath's.

Then all illusions vanished.

There were no young people in the house, and there was no twisted, flaming shadow outside.

All voices fell silent.

All that was left was the brooch, with the mark of the unicorn on it, glittering in the darkness. It was the only thing Jeffrey left in this room.

Fang Yu looked at the brooch, but there were only doubts in his heart.

"Why is it the mark of martyrdom of the Faithful?"

"Shouldn't it be the mark of sacrifice of the fanatics here?"

"What the hell happened in between?"

He thought as he picked up the sigil.

The name of the imprint has also changed-

Seal of No Remorse (Magic Charm, Gear Level, D++)

Basic attributes: Perception +12, Analysis +21, Willpower Modifier +33%,

Skill Bonus: Selfless Word, Pure Heart

Weight: 0.1kg

Occupied: Brooch

Required Level: 15 Any

'Under the Doriphon Illusion, the one who holds the vows can ignore the limits of his rank'

'Desperate retrograde, dawn dawn-'

'The Whisper of the Stars, Containing a Pure Soul'

……