The next morning, the June sun shines through the stained-glass skylight on the mirrored terrazzo floor.

This is the candle hall of the palace of the three princes of Ice Blue City, and in the iron cage on the top, the candle flame is still there and will never be extinguished.

A black-robed wizard stood in the middle of the hall, standing with his hands down, his clothes glowing with a faint blue light, as if resisting the scorching heat.

Trilith, who gained the power of the bloodline by giving birth to the offspring of the Flame Demon, has an irresistible love for flames. In the place where she operates, flames are everywhere.

On the high platform made of black crystal, the water mist was hazy, and I could barely see the blurred outline of the figure in the fog. Sexy, enchanting, and frighteningly beautiful.

However, the black-robed wizard standing on the spot was not affected in the slightest, like a piece of rotten wood that had severed its seven emotions and six desires, and its body and soul were dead and silent.

"National teacher, I want to hear your opinion on my good daughter."

A faint voice came from the fog, cold and silent, without emotion.

"The Lord ......"

After a long silence, the black-robed wizard spoke, his voice hoarse and low, extremely unpleasant, not at all like the voice of a living person.

"The princess's promotion to the heavenly position has become a fact, and she can only let her go."

"So, all I can do is watch her take my cake?" The voice in the fog asked, as if the torrent was surging under the calm sea, already carrying a monstrous anger.

There is no wind to rise, and the candle flame is flickering.

"The lord is angry, and the old slave is sincere and does not dare to deceive." The black-robed wizard knelt down and said.

"National teacher, please get up ......" The voice in the fog regained its calm, and the shaking of the candle flame stopped.

The black-robed wizard knelt there, motionless. A sigh came from the fog, "You have followed me from Noyce, and you have been consistent and faithful for many years, I know it." ”

"Lord, the old slave has little time, I just want to watch you......" The black-robed wizard raised his head and looked at the figure in the fog, without finishing the second half of the sentence.

"I understand." The voice in the fog was tinged with melancholy.

"The most important thing at the moment is this square inch of land." The black-robed wizard stood up, pointed to his feet, and said, "The royalists have recently proposed a new bill to hand over the military power of the Imperial City Guards to the Grand Prince. This move is far-reaching, and we have to guard against it. ”

"Humph!" A cold voice came from the fog, "If that old fox really dares to agree, I don't mind fighting to the death!" ”

"The Lord is angry, if His Majesty agrees, we can completely claim the military power of the Dragon Scale Guard, the third prince is also a prince, he can't ......"

In the middle of speaking, the black-robed wizard suddenly stopped. The voice in the fog was also silent, and did not ask. As if tacitly, both of them were silent. The hall fell silent, and only the faint sound of a fire could be heard.

"Boom ......"

After a long time, a side door in the hall opened. The door made of wooden stakes was covered with heavy iron bars, fastened with large willow nails, and it was extremely heavy. When the door is opened, there is a dull and clear sound.

The doorway was a deep dark arched passage, and a tall, thin young man with fair skin and a white gold silk cotton robe walked out, about thirty-five or sixteen years old, with slightly sunken eye sockets and a little sickly.

A male Cultist of the Light in a short red robe with a golden cross embroidered in the center followed him, half a body behind him, his right hand on his left arm.

"Good morning, dear Ryan." A soft voice came from the fog, kind and bright, without the slightest artificiality.

"Good morning, dear Trylis." The third prince, Ryan, smiled and said to the figure in the fog.

His eyes were peaceful and serene, while behind him, there was a flash of hatred and fear in his black eyes hidden in a red hood.

"Where are you going to play today?" The voice in the fog had a hint of cheerfulness.

"I heard that the peony in the West Garden has opened, and we are going to take a look today." As he spoke, Ryan looked at the man beside him, his gaze as gentle as water.

"Well, have fun." The voice in the fog was concerned, and seemed to care very much about the man in the hall, and then admonished, "Pay attention to safety on the road, be careful not to fall." ”

"I'll take note, thank you, Trilith." Ryan said, and then walked out of the hall with the help of the male congregation.

From beginning to end, the mist that lingered on the high platform did not dissipate.

A moment later, Ryan and the others walked out of the palace and into a long corridor of greenery.

The top is entwined with green vines, and the old trees on both sides are entrenched and the stream is murmuring. The breeze is coming, the kingfisher is chirping, and the fragrance of flowers is bursting.

The stone pillars carved from white jade are stacked on top of each other, and there is no end in sight. The carvings on each stone pillar are completely different, with angels and children, melons and fruits, trees, flowers and vines, birds and animals, as well as young ladies and gentlemen, maids and guards, all of which are lifelike in different forms.

This long corridor connects the various palaces and gardens in the inner city of the Ice Blue City, and is called the "Dream Corridor", which is taken from the poem of the famous bard Wang Beishan, "The night sky is secluded, and a hundred flowers fall into a dream", so it is also called the "Hundred Flowers Corridor".

The stream water here is all drawn from Longxin Lake, and then filtered by the reservoir for the second time, which is crystal clear, cool and clean.

"I don't understand, why are you so polite to that Bichi, she's the one who wants to rob you of the throne!" The red-robed man looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no one around, he complained to Ryan.

"Honey, please don't say that. Without her wings, we wouldn't be where we are. Ryan reassured.

"I hate that Bichi, she's going to kill us sooner or later." The red-robed man said.

"Although Trilith is a little fierce to others, she is still very gentle with me." Ryan said.

"Oh my God, can't you see that she's pretending! Her heart is more poisonous than a femme fatale, and just a few days ago she shaved the skeleton of Count Rossi! The red-robed man said with some excitement.

"That's because Count Rossi made a mistake. Okay, let's not talk about this topic, okay? Beautiful peony is our theme today. Ryan said softly.

"Rosie made a mistake? Well, even if he makes a mistake, then you say......" The red-robed man raised his voice, "what is the maid she kills every day to play?" It's only been a few months this year, and she's already had eighty-six maids! ”

"That's because they made mistakes." Ryan's voice was a little colder, and then softened again, "Okay, don't say any more, I'm begging you......"

"Don't be afraid of that Bichi, she's nothing at all, the Council of Elders has already ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the voice stopped abruptly, and a sharp knife leaked out of the chest of the red-robed man, and blood filled out, instantly staining the golden cross red.

"Uh, uh......"

The red-robed man lowered his head and stared blankly at the sparkling riftle on his chest. He turned his head with difficulty, trying to say something to his lover, but only a series of blood bubbles came out of his throat.

Ryan looked at the former, his gaze as calm as water, without a trace of waves.

"Uh......h

High-pitched laughter came from behind the red-robed man, but it was empty, nothing.

Gradually, a translucent figure appeared in the air. From the virtual to the real, revealing the body. Looking at it, it was a tall woman, holding the handle of a knife, slowly cutting downward. Suddenly, blood gushed like a spring, splashing on her black tight leather pants, like a blooming demon flower.

The air around them distorted, and on both sides of the corridor, black figures appeared, wearing the same leather coat and leather pants, wearing blindfolds, red lips like fire, and a rifting knife hanging from their waists.

Ryan's gaze didn't change, as if he was used to seeing such a scene.

These women are all members of the Trilith Succubus Army, named "Black Widow", and some people will privately call them "Black".

They come from the deepest part of the undercurrent of space-time - the deep glacier. The body is forever frozen, immortal and immortal, falling into an endless sleep, belonging to the half-evil spirit, using the spiritual energy of Trilisi to obtain a replacement body, as long as you carry enough spiritual potions, you can walk in the regular world for a long time.

They are natural assassins, quick and fast-moving, wielding two sharp cleavers as weapons, mastering charge shocks as a means of long-range attack, and flying their cleaving knives when necessary, killing people from up to 100 meters away. Usually in a state of stealth, it will only reveal itself when attacking or asserting power.

They voluntarily give up their eyesight and use bat-like ultrasound to determine terrain and location, so they often let out nervous laughs. Through these laughs, they can achieve more precise positioning than their eyesight.

They are bloodthirsty and brutal, skilled in all forms of torture, and their only pleasure is to torture their prey, listening to their screams and wails. Among them, the best skills are "a thousand cuts" and "electric shock hell". Notoriety and terrifying.

"Trilith thinks you should change your boyfriend."

The black widow pushed away the red-robed man's body, added blood from the knife, and said to Ryan. Since they are half-spirits, and their bodies sleep in the deep glaciers, they have a certain IQ and can think and communicate like half-normal people. But they are asleep, their minds are as detached as dreams, and most of the time they act on instinct. Of course, this is when Trilith doesn't have clear instructions, and they make their own decisions.

Half-spirits are very special and rare beings, and only a very small number of legendary powerhouses can enter the deep glacier and resonate with them.

"He's a little boring." Ryan said, his gaze still calm.

"There's a lieutenant named Seiichiro Yamada in the Dragon Scale Guard, and we can introduce him on our behalf." The black widow said.

"Another day," Ryan said...... "beautiful peony is the theme of the day." Although there was no more expression on his face, there was an indescribable tiredness in his voice.

"As you wish." The black widow bowed her head and faded away.

Beginning with her, the Black Widows standing on either side disappeared one by one, like extinguished street lights. In the end, only an empty corridor remains, and a lonely prince.

"The secluded night sky, the flowers fall into a dream, the ice city smoke and rain, like a real illusion, the grass candle lamp, leisurely my heart ......"

In the sad poem, the tall and thin figure slowly disappears between the columns.