On the top floor of the Crystal Palace, in Belica's boudoir, the indifferent lady didn't realize what was happening.

Ten minutes had passed since the flames in the fireplace had completely disappeared, and that time seemed like ten hours to her.

She sat slumped on the ground, huddled because of the coldness, like the black swan in the past, but she was still pitiful, and people couldn't help but feel a desire to protect.

Belica hated the feeling of being confronted with the unexpected, and had been terrified of the sudden outcome since her wealthy husband died in an accident more than forty years ago.

For better or for worse, she hates it.

Although the order of Vadan City is well maintained, the devil knows when the group of people who have coveted her wealth for a long time, full of fat brains, will lead someone to break open the gate of the Crystal Palace in the name of searching, steal all her gold coins, and even wantonly vent their animal desires on her, the eyes of those people are very clear to her, when they look up like a servant who is submissive, and the lust in their eyes when they bow their heads is eager to eat her alive.

Have they done fewer similar incidents behind their backs over the years? If it weren't for the dead husband's remaining manpower, she estimated that she would have had enough of being played with and thrown into the slave market.

Everywhere, strength is hard currency, even in the city of Vadan. The order here is just a superficial ornament, like the thick makeup on a woman's face.

So when the mysterious oriental painter came to Vadan more than twenty years ago, she did not hesitate to listen to the mysterious voice in her head.

"Find him, get the saplings on him, and you'll have everything."

So she did so, like a phoenix whose life was about to come to an end, and when many miscellaneous birds went crazy to show off their feathers, trying to get the painter to show her charm, she appeared like a queen, crowning the crowd.

Although she was still beautiful on the surface, she felt like she was grasping at a life-saving straw inside, and she had to use all her resources to turn the painter's fascination upside down in order to get the sapling.

Then, when she planted the sapling in the basement, a strange scene occurred, and she was pulled into a magnificent space by the tree.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it was the second turning point in her life, and she still remembers that scene to this day.

It was a bright sky, very different from Heru, and there was even a stove-like thing hanging in the sky, which glowed warmly. It is surrounded by flame-like clouds, the ground is soft trade wind grass, and the pale golden body gently sways in the gentle wind, as if it can make people melt in this time.

Just as she was immersed in it, the tree spoke.

He said that as long as he got enough energy, he could send her to this place, where there was a bright "sun" and a moonlit "moon" at night. And people trust each other, and compared to Heru, it is as beautiful as the legendary shrine of Hela.

She only hesitated for a moment before agreeing, and then offered the other party the best magic core.

At first, the seedling's daily magic consumption was only in the single digits, but as the body expanded, the magic consumption began to increase more and more, and Belica realized that something was wrong.

But as a brilliant businessman, she doesn't invest in areas where she doesn't see the future, so she interrupted the deal as soon as she could.

"You must fulfill a part of your promise, Mr. Tree." The woman said.

Ignos also knew that he wanted to give her a taste of sweetness, so he showed her the dead element that was not afraid of the erosion of the River Styx. After using them to make "armor", Berica fished out a lot of high-quality souls from the River Styx.

Then Ignos bewitched that he was good at making brands, and unlike the simple and crude things of the Michaos, he could make the slaves obey only Belica, and his strength would not be affected. To this, Belica readily agreed.

Soon, she not only owned a large number of powerful and absolutely loyal slaves, but also made a lot of money in the arena with these orcs.

The sense of security, the constant abundance of wealth, these things carried her away like drugs, and the woman's wariness of Ignos was reduced to a minimum.

Indulgence breeds greed, and she doesn't notice that the tree is becoming more and more strange, absorbing more and more elements every day, and her appetite is no longer satisfied with the energy of nothingness.

He began to ask for flesh.

"Those slaves will be wounded, they will die, they will not be able to continue fighting because of the accumulation of injuries, Lady Belica. Believe me, I can let them pick as you like amaranth in the field. As long as the seeds are there, you'll have a steady stream of orc warriors, and I'm just asking you for some weeds in the fields on a regular basis. ”

As if suddenly awakened, Belica noticed that the tree had grown like a nodule, exuding a rotten and rotten smell, and that several slaves who had been placed in the basement to heal were nowhere to be found.

It is clear that they have become each other's rations.

For this reason, she and Ignos broke out into a quarrel, which ended in an end. During the Cold War, the tree stopped providing her with any assistance, and her slaves withered, withered, and even worse, began to loosen their imprints like plants that had lost their nourishment. Everything was just like the tree warned her:

"If you dare to ruin our covenant, I will ruin you in advance."

Berica gave in, and she built those jars in the basement and began to collect materials for reshaping her body.

Not satisfied, the tree began to demand her blood.

"I need to protect myself, Ms. Belica. You give me a sense of familiarity, as if I had known your ancestors. Give me your blood, it will be a great help for us. ”

In desperation, Belica had no choice but to agree. But she kept an eye on it, although she didn't know what the other party was going to do, she diluted her own blood, so that the other party had a bargaining chip with the other party.

Sure enough, her careful thinking worked. Ignos didn't expect the purity of the blood provided by this woman to be too low, and he could only simulate part of Cantusha's function, summoning the blood clones of Belica's ancestors like summoning the Scroll Keeper, which was not enough to break through the barrier she had set up and kill her to take complete control of the manor.

So the fragile covenant of one man and one tree has continued to this day, until just now Belica threw all her accumulated blood to the other party, and then Ignos fought on three fronts like a chicken, and then all three ways collapsed, and now even he was burned clean by Alduin's flames.

But all this, Belica didn't know.

She only felt like something was going to happen in her heart.

There was a noise in the fireplace, and she stood up with some excitement, and then she heard a "bang", and three figures squeezed out of it in no particular order.

"I'm sorry, I'm number one. Two friends from Lokan. ”

"No, the first one is me, you blue-skinned dwarf."

"Heh, there is an old elven saying that 'the latecomer prevails'."

After the three guys finished arguing, they noticed that there was a naked woman standing in front of her, she subconsciously used her hands to protect important parts, and the consternation on her face was not much less than that of the three of them.

Mu Yan reacted the fastest, and the three earthen walls formed a triangle to isolate the bright spring light, and also isolated the Tallinn people's "appreciation" of the beautiful eyes.

Amacer's expression was a little embarrassed, and he untied his tattered pajamas and threw them off the wall.

"Let's talk, Miss Belica."

This sentence is said very smoothly.