In a newly built secret room under the Archon's Residence, the faint candlelight tore through the gloom that had flooded the ground, and the bursts of light were like rippling flames, which could not startle the slightest ripple on the surface of the lake, but brought out a little light that fell from heaven. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was not empty, but it was also not narrow, and all around it was made of thick flowers and rocks, and there was nothing in it except a dozen or so wooden planks of varying thicknesses that had been erected.

Chopin walked down the spiral staircase into the chamber and began the evening's practice.

With the slight movement of his mind, the brilliant light that rose like a flame also bloomed from his forehead, and then the energy that trickled like a stream slowly flowed towards all parts of Chopin's body, centered on the cross light.

It's just that although the stream of white light is small, it gives people the vastness and heaviness of the sea.

As the bits and pieces of light flowed through his body, Chopin felt like he had returned to his mother's arms, warm, safe, comfortable, and comfortable, and he couldn't help but cherish everything in front of him.

The flow of light that gathers bit by bit is pure as a dream.

The pure white light was like the curtain of the blood-colored sun, like the open mouth of a wild beast, swallowing Chopin's body completely, and like a thin veil forged by flames, gently draped over his body, driving away all darkness for him.

A rippling white light rose from under Chopin's feet, and the holy light reflected him as divine, and the pure white ripples continued to derive from the void around him, but soon disappeared into nothingness.

At the moment when the brilliant white light rose from Chopin's body, the candles that had been lit around the secret room were now more like decorations, and under the brilliant white light, the red and white candles suddenly became dim as if they had been suppressed by some invisible suppression.

And as the thoughts in Chopin's heart changed again, the white light that originally enveloped his whole body was irrepressibly vibrated at this time, and then bits and pieces of pure white light all converged towards the palm of Chopin's right hand.

Dots of white light were like nothingness, arranged in a white silk line from mid-air, and then with the slight lifting of Chopin's palm, the light as thin as a cicada's wings easily penetrated the thick wooden plank in front of him.

It was hard to imagine that the plank, which was difficult to pierce even with a sharp blade, was completely vulnerable in front of the blade of light formed by the convergence of white light.

Countless fragments of cracked wooden planks slowly scattered to the ground under the white light, without making a sound.

Feeling the blade of light in his hand, an almost instinctive sense of danger could not help but rise in Chopin's heart.

At this time, he obviously controlled the incomparably holy power in his hands, but he faintly smelled the breath of the devil.

A flash of joy had just appeared on his sweaty face, but it was just a flash in the pan, and it disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Humph......"

With this muffled snort, Chopin's originally pale face suddenly appeared a touch of blood red.

At the same time, the light blade that was "clinging" to him seemed to have undergone some kind of change, and began to vibrate at high speed, and then it was only for an instant that it completely collapsed.

And the layer of white light that originally shrouded Chopin's body also quickly retracted towards the cross light pattern on his forehead.

With all the light gone, the entire chamber returned to its original silence, except for Chopin's own heavy gasps that still echoed inside.

"Did you fail again......

Wiping away the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, Chopin also gasped and muttered to himself.

He didn't know what the power flowing in his body at this time was, magic? Vindictive? Or is it some other power in the world that has not yet been revealed?

I don't know if it was because he wanted to be superhuman since he was a child or because he wanted to be superhuman, but soon after he woke up from the endless darkness, he ordered his craftsmen to build this secret room, and since then, every night, he has spent a certain amount of time trying to train and control the mysterious power in his body.

Although he has not made any substantial progress until now, it is much better than the initial embarrassing situation.

Maybe it's time for me to talk to the young pastor, Chopin thought.

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As expected, he successfully passed the inquiries of those officials, and unfortunately became the first group of members to go to the strange lazy island.

The two officials had been looking at him with refined eyes, which made Renault think that he was exposed, and by the time he boarded the ship, the linen jacket on his body had already been soaked with sweat.

It's just that unlike the previous residents who were reluctant to leave Viscount Riel's Drifting Island, although Renault seemed to be the same on the surface, but his heart was extremely cheerful.

Although he had been lurking on the Drifting Island for several years, he had never compared himself to the ignorant inhabitants, and he had always felt superior to others.

And if it weren't for the purpose of spying on Viscount Riel for Lord Earl of Forders, how could he have stayed in such a place for so long.

It's just that what Renault never expected was that in a short period of time, Viscount Riel was defeated without the slightest resistance, and even a small "immortal army" given to him by Count Forders was helplessly pressed up, but the final result was not the slightest change.

And the lord who won the war turned out to be an unknown person, and according to the news he got in the viscount's mansion before, the other party seems to be the hidden power of the declining Purple Rose family, and the reason why the people sent by the earl before returned in vain seems to be because of the other party's resistance.

And for the sake of the Earl's imminent deed, he must go deep into the tiger's den to find out the true situation of the enemy.

Although Viscount Riel is an old guy who is lustful and afraid of death, the thousands of men and horses under his command are not dry.

With such an already formed army, it is definitely not easy to defeat or even defeat them.

But according to the information that came before, the lord of that Drifting Island was just a small force reserved by the Purple Rose family before, but at the moment, it was obviously not the case.

As the sea rippled slightly, the boat began to shake, and Renault's mind also fluctuated.

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