In the Kant's Domain, located in the north, the ancient castle where the Kant family has lived for generations, the aging Viscount Victor is receiving representatives of the Chamber of Commerce in the territory.

There were many lights lit in the reception hall, but the bright and constant light from the magic crystal lamp still could not dispel the darkness and gloom that had been entrenched in this castle all year round, and in the rectangular hall there were only a few servants scattered except for the viscount himself and a few representatives of the chamber of commerce, and the shadows of each of them were reflected on the ground by the light emitted by the magic crystal lamp, stretched long, crooked, and hazy.

However, everyone standing in the hall was unaware of the gloom and horror of this place, and in the eyes of the representatives of the Chamber of Commerce, the lord of the day was still as kind and graceful as ever, and magnanimously promised things that would be good for both the merchants and the lords.

"The last batch of herbs and potions of the year has been harvested, and the grain has also been harvested," said a representative of the Chamber of Commerce, bowing down, "The potions have found buyers, but the herbs are not selling well this year." ”

"Don't worry, Mr. Pyrks," Viscount Victor smiled softly, comforting the big merchants in his domain, "Soon the caravans from the Plains of the Holy Spirit will come, and Frost Grove will come to buy a large number of medicinal herbs, and everyone's hard work for a year will not be in vain." ”

The aging viscount smiled very gently, and always had kindness in his eyes, and few nobles would communicate with people who were not nobles - although their standards of etiquette allowed them to use impeccable politeness when speaking to inferior people, their eyes and expressions could not be so "in place", with the exception of Viscount Victor.

He was a well-known good man who was "kind, friendly, fair, and tolerant to the commoners", and although he lived in the circle of nobles, every commoner in the realm loved and admired his old lord.

"Lord Viscount, thank you for running for the people of your territory," said another chamber of commerce representative sincerely, "and please pay attention to your body as well." ”

"Don't worry, my old bones are still strong," Viscount Victor laughed, "my unsuccessful son is about to return from his travels on the plains of the Holy Spirit, and it will not be too late for me to rest when he takes over the family inheritance." ”

Subsequently, the viscount began to ask the big merchants about the entry and exit of the territory and the purchase of cotton and ore this year, and he inquired meticulously and professionally, which is really rare among the nobles of the present day.

But suddenly, a vague wind blew through the halls of the castle.

Obviously, there were bright magic crystal lamps in all directions, which would not be blown by the wind, but the light in the hall suddenly shook and dimmed like a candle flame meeting an air current.

The great merchants still hadn't noticed the changes in the hall, and the servants standing around them didn't show anything out of the ordinary, but Victor Kant suddenly stood up from his chair, looked up at the dark ceiling of the castle, and his eyes flashed with a halo of lilac magic like starlight.

Then he smiled apologetically at the merchant representatives in front of him: "Sorry, gentlemen, I'm afraid that today's meeting has to end, and I suddenly remembered that there is one more important thing to do......"

At the same time, in a hidden cave near the eastern border of Ansu, intertwined vines meandered and entangled on the boulder in the center of the cave into a form like a huge sac, and suddenly, the cyst opened, revealing a beautiful but strange female figure.

She had long, dark green hair, fair skin and a beautiful face, but at the hem of her dress, which looked like a priest's robe, revealed a terrible body that was like the roots of a tree.

Since the last time she left the Far South, the female imam of the Society of the Dead of Everything, Berthira has been dormant in this hidden stronghold near the front line of the Eastern Border, observing the situation in the entire eastern region through the ubiquitous plants, but a sudden news through the secret channel has "awakened" her from the state of symbiosis with plants.

The female imam frowned, her long dark green hair squirming slightly behind her as if it were alive: "A bishop-level Eternal Sleeper...... Successfully approached and invaded the spiritual world of Gawain Cecil?! ”

……

Gawain walked in the darkness.

He still remembered vividly what had happened: the suspicious mercenary leader suddenly raised his head, smiled strangely at him, and called his name in a strange tone that seemed to be mixed with many voices.

Then he was taken by some kind of force into this dark, chaotic, strange space.

He was completely sure that he was put together by a powerful force, but this power should not be brought by the mercenary leader - the other party's physical fitness and aura strength were undoubtedly only a low-level knight, and at the moment when the mercenary leader suddenly raised his head, Gawain also remembered that he sensed a powerful and chaotic power suddenly emerged in the aura of the knight leader, and the process was like "coming", so he guessed that the mercenary leader should be just a medium, He may have been some kind of victim to bring this powerful power to his Gawain Cecil.

After the initial panic, Gawain had calmed down at the moment.

He walked around in the darkness for a while, but he didn't feel the slightest passing of his physical strength, which showed that this place was most likely not the physical world, but just some kind of "imaginary space" that existed in his mind, and he suspected that he was trapped in some mental cage, but as a soul who had been trapped in a satellite for at least hundreds of thousands of years (or maybe millions of years, after all, he didn't count the years at all), he didn't even feel the slightest nervousness about this trap.

No matter how powerful the world is, can it compare its operational life with the satellites in the sky?

My old man was hanging in the sky and watching you learn to walk upright!

It was because of the arrogance and composure of this satellite success in his heart that Gawain had no fear of the situation in front of him, and after confirming that he could not walk out of the current space, he simply stood still, and then quietly looked at the darkness in front of him.

It's as if you're looking down at the ocean and land.

He believed that some being who had pulled himself into this dark space had some purpose, and that the other might be quietly observing him somewhere, and that with the patience of the vast majority—or all carbon-based creatures in this world—they could not exhaust themselves.

He will definitely not be able to resist jumping out of the initiative.

To say that the only thing Gawain is worried about now is to hope that this "imaginary space" can be the same as the setting in most stories, and the speed of time flow is different from that of the outside world, otherwise it will be difficult for Hetty and the others outside to think that they are hanging up again - the two eldest granddaughters may bury themselves again, and Amber will take the entire tomb away when she is buried again......

Damn, it's scary to think about.

Gawain had all sorts of thoughts swirling in his mind, and he didn't know how long time had passed in this imaginary space, and then he suddenly saw an illusory glimmer of light appear in the darkness in front of him.

It seems that the "being" who was quietly watching could not help it.

Gawain smiled, watching the light in front of him become more and more condensed, closer and closer, and finally turned into a figure wearing a white robe, with a smooth white mask on his face, unable to distinguish between men and women, he heard a deep voice from under the mask that could not distinguish between men and women: "Duke Gawain Cecil, you are more patient and calm than I thought, you are truly a great hero of seven hundred years ago, and you have a heart that I have never seen in anyone else." ”

"Your patience is far worse than I thought," Gawain said lightly, "I thought you would spend a hundred and eighty years here with me. ”

"Please don't be resentful, my invitation to your attention may have been a little rough, but my fundamental purpose is just to have a good talk with your Excellency - maybe you will be more comfortable in a different environment?"

The white-robed man in the white mask waved his hand as he spoke, and in an instant, countless colors and lines appeared in the dark space around him, and these colors and lines combined into various things in an instant—Gawain found himself standing in a vibrant garden, surrounded by lush flowers and low shrubs, and some servants with vague faces walking around the garden, and not far away, the tall main building of the castle could be seen.

It all looks familiar.

Gao Wen thought for a while, and then found the corresponding picture from the memory of the original owner of this body, and he glanced at the white-robed man in front of him suspiciously: "What do you mean by this?" ”

"Could it be that I didn't restore it properly?" The white-robed man pretended to be surprised and said, "I've tried very hard to restore this place according to those ancient memory fragments, you see, those servants, their faces are not familiar to you?" Most of the scenes of this castle are taken from their memories, you look at the plants, and the buildings...... Is it any different from the Cecil Castle you remember? ”

Before Gawain could reply, the white-robed man continued to himself: "Ah, it is indeed possible that the memories extracted from the dream may be distorted, and such a castle that does not conform to the facts may make you feel unhappy, but what about such an environment? ”

As the white-robed man's voice fell, Gawain's vision changed again, the castle and gardens of Cecil seven hundred years ago were gone, replaced by a platform high in the sky, on which were placed exquisite and luxurious round tables and chairs, on which were all kinds of snacks and tea, and beyond the platform, you could look down on a magnificent city.

The city has countless gorgeous white buildings, towering mage towers and floating crystals dotted all over the city, full of magical blue light flowing between the buildings, the whole city is dotted like a heavenly kingdom on earth, and a huge translucent shield with countless runes can be faintly seen in the sky above the city, and in the distance, you can see a blue pillar of light connecting the heavens and the earth rising from outside the city, like the legendary Tower of Babel on the earth......

The imperial capital of ancient Gondor, and ...... Deep Blue Well?!

"Would you like this scene better?" The white-robed man sat down at the round table, his pure white smooth mask without any expression, but there was a smile in his voice, "After all, you are also a person who has lived through the glory days of Gondor, perhaps you would prefer to recall the magnificent scenes of the heyday of the Human Empire?" ”

"I'm sorry, but I was only a knight's apprentice on the northern frontier of the Gondor Empire in its heyday, and I don't know what the bustling imperial capital looked like," Gawain sat down at the round table with a big grin, sitting across from the white-robed man, "but the scenery is really good, and I can see what the Deep Blue Well was like back then." ”

"Then I'll be relieved," said the white-robed man pleasantly, "then, the Eternal Sleeper has paid your respects, and now it's time for you to cooperate." ”