In a secret room that no one knows about—that's not true, at least this secret room, is a secret of the royal family that belongs to the Twin Eagle Empire. Only the emperors of the past and their most trusted people know here, and as for the others, they are not so qualified...... Only the dead have such qualifications.

There was nothing conspicuous about the chamber, the old sculptures, the engravings covered with white cloth, and the unlit candlesticks.

This chamber is underneath the Cathedral of Sophia, and it is also where Lunaka wants to enter. She had planned to enter the chamber directly from the church, but the secret door of the chamber had been changed, and she did not choose to attack blatantly head-on, ignoring the possible traps and traps was not a problem for her, but she didn't want to make too much of a fuss.

In this dark chamber, there was no human being, not even any other living creatures, not even rats. Outside, the stars were blue, and all the lights in the cathedral turned blue, causing the monks, nuns, and faithful to kneel in fear, taking this anomaly as a bad omen. The bustle outside seems to have nothing to do with the chamber, and the thick floor divides the chamber and its top into two worlds.

In such a quiet place, the candlestick was lit with a fire, and the light of the fire was not an ordinary flame, nor blue, but purple. The purple flame burned silently, looking less like a flame and more like a mist with temperature.

In this chamber, strange phenomena have occurred, and not only candlesticks. A dusty roll of parchment was opened, a yellowed book was spread out, a portrait of a figure and eyes shone brightly, a brass lantern lit up green, and a small half-cut cloudy candle lit an orange flame......

The things in this secret room seem to come to life. All sorts of anomalies appeared, as if in response to the blue starry sky outside.

Of course, these things are inanimate, but behind each of them, there is a person, and most of them are called mages.

The candlestick that hung on the wall, with a purple flame first, sounded, "The last Rubik's Cube has been taken, who has the ability to do this?"

On a table was a parchment roll, the curly paper was shaking, "Many people have spent too much effort underground, and the biggest progress at that time was to reach the underground lake, which is the closest distance to the Rubik's Cube...... But underneath the underground lake, the Forbidden Demon Zone is a dead place that cannot be set foot on at all. ”

The book on the side of the parchment scroll was turning the pages automatically, "You mean, it's not the mage who did this?"

"No, I mean, there's somebody here who's making some progress and no one else knows. ”

These voices are different from men and women, and it is clear whether they are old or young - but in comparison, the voices here are no longer young. The words of the parchment paper made the atmosphere of the scene a little stagnant. The meaning of this neutral, not so old voice was simple: he thought that someone had obtained the Rubik's Cube, and that the matter had been kept in the dark from beginning to end.

Of course, they are not so-called partners, and they have never talked about so-called deception and trust, and the parchment scroll is just a hope to throw a pebble on the surface of the calm lake.

The parchment did get the effect he wanted, and the atmosphere between the people present—or the talking objects present—became a little more subtle. A mage is a liar who is almost like a liar, even among his kind, and there is no such thing as a comrade.

"Are you serious?" a lantern sounded, sounding a little hurried, feeling like an impatient person, "if anyone in our presence can do such a thing, then he ......"

"Then he should have become a god a long time ago. The portrait on the other side has its eyes rolling, but its mouth is not moving, "Don't forget that as far as we know, few of the owners of the Rubik's Cube have a good end, they die before they become gods, and the next time they will be miserable." ”

"That's just because they're too rough with the Rubik's Cube," Lantern shouted, "It's not the right thing to use alone to use something like that, which contains infinite magic power but is very fragile, and that kind of thing needs to work together to find out its mysteries." ”

The lantern's words did not get a response from others, but instead attracted some ridicule, "Isn't it because you are too weak to compete for the Rubik's Cube?"

"Before laughing at others, why don't you see what kind of level you are, whether you really have a chance to touch the Rubik's Cube, even if it's just the corners of the Rubik's Cube?" The voice of the mocking others was also ridiculed by the other voices. This caused a controversy that made the chamber lively.

"Are you here to quarrel like a student?" the voice of the candlestick burning the purple flame overwhelmed the others, and his tone became stern. Behind this candlestick, there seemed to be a man of considerable prestige, and everyone fell silent. "What needs to be done now is to find out who took the Rubik's Cube from it, whether that person really belongs to us or not - of course, if I can, I do want someone to tell me that he took the Rubik's Cube. ”

After the menorah had finished speaking, the orange-red flame burning on the small half of the candle spoke, which had not been spoken so far, "Anyway, this is an intolerable thing - this is something that belongs to the Crescent Emperor, and not everyone can touch it." ”

"Oh, you're having fun being the dog of the Crescent Moon. A mockery came out, but the orange flames remained unmoved, "It's just the barking of a pack of wild dogs...... You wanderers, afraid of being discovered, won't understand the benefits of having an empire behind you. ”

The words of the orange flame silenced the person who was laughing. This old and strong voice did talk about the pain points of many people, magic has become a demonic existence in the west of King's Castle, the mage has long lost its former status, and the weak mage has been reduced to a street rat, even if it is a powerful existence, it has to hide and live a life of almost seclusion.

The orange flame snorted, seemingly pleased with the effect of his words. But he didn't have long to be complacent, when another sudden voice made him feel uncomfortable.