The dragon sleeping in the gray mist looked quiet and ancient, its brown head lying quietly on the ground, its long narrow neck slowly extending upwards like a rugged mountain range, its streamlined and robust body glowing with a unique beauty, and its light red scales were translucent. At a cursory glance, it looks like an earthy red hill, silently located in an area of black space.

The spirit state did not need to breathe, but it may have retained some of the instincts of the previous life, and the other party still subconsciously gasped, the lizard-like nose narrowed and shrank, and the round belly rose and fell slightly.

It seemed to have been sleeping here for quite some time, the gray mist surrounding it that swirled silently around its body, between its claws, under its body, and between its wings.

Stemming from some kind of soul level of coercion, or from the instincts of the weak, no spirit around it dares to approach it, allowing it to sleep in a rather quiet environment all the time.

At this moment, however, the silence was quietly interrupted by an uninvited guest.

A hand suddenly reached out from the gray mist and touched the forehead between its eyes, causing the dragon's eyelids to roll as a result, but before it could react, golden grid-like threads suddenly appeared on the surface of its hazy and massive body.

This seemed to make it faintly feel that something was wrong, so its trembling eyelids suddenly opened, revealing a pair of fiery red vertical pupils, staring at the person who suddenly appeared in front of it, with a hint of anger in his eyes. But before it could make the next move, the golden thread that wrapped around it suddenly tightened.

The golden thread seemed to be very restrained by the spirit, and although the dragon struggled and roared during this period, it still had no effect, and in a few breaths, the huge dragon soul contracted and folded, converging into a silver-edged card, which was grasped by the white figure in his hand.

……

In the mist-filled dark world, the dragon soul disappeared, and the bald Varys not far away walked up with him.

"The sixteenth, and the last one I know, the biggest Black Death rarely reveals its whereabouts, and neither does her two wives."

Varys's voice was completely different from the once sissy tone, calm and steady, and he looked very gentlemanly.

This is actually his normal voice, and the soft voice he used to talk to him is just a disguise.

Nodding his head and staring at the card in his hand a few times, Charles looked up at Varys.

Seeing this, Varys took a step back vigilantly: "Your Excellency promised that you would not attack me again. ”

There was a sense of apprehension in his steady voice, and after that strange transformation, this eight-clawed spider who was quite deep in the city was obviously a little frightened.

"Of course." Seeing him like this, Charles shrugged his shoulders.

Although he was an enemy with him, Charles didn't really think about what he did.

There is still some benefit to keeping this local. At least it was better than the other sluggish spirits who couldn't communicate - there were very few people in the space who could communicate with each other, and Charles had met one or two.

So even though the other party has a grudge against himself. However, the Charr still had no intention of "wasting it" as a spellcasting material.

After all, it is impossible for Varys to pose a threat to him now, and it may still be useful in the future.

Thinking about it, he suddenly thought of something, so he spoke: "Have you seen a golden figure here?" ”

Seeing that his face was as usual, Varys secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and when he heard the other party's inquiry, he replied even more thoughtlessly: "Of course I have seen him, he is very conspicuous, but he doesn't say anything, just like everyone else." ”

"Well, if you can get him to speak, or if he has some other special reaction, I might consider granting you a request."

These words made Varys's expression a little stunned, but before he could respond, the white figure in front of him quietly disappeared in front of him.

This couldn't help but make him sigh in dismay.

……

Leaving the black space and placing a thick stack of cards on the bed, Charles picked up a notebook and quill, and began to sketch on them.

"As far as I know, the dragon currently known in this world is the three heads next to the bald girl, but those three don't seem to be very good at flying......"

"Maybe there are others? Either way, though, a flame protection enchantment against Dragon Burn is essential. ”

Thinking, he wrote a line in his notebook; It's just that when he started writing, he had some doubts in his heart.

"Is there any difference between Dragon Flame and Normal Flame? Or will the flame protection enchantment not work? ”

As soon as this thought came to him, Charles was left behind, because there was nothing he could do but this.

"Take precautions in advance, if you can't do it, just crush the crystal and teleport away, and then find a way."

Thinking about it, he began to add some details to his notes, and then continued to mutter.

"Prepare the magic array and the venue in advance, and then I personally stand on the bright side with the scepter as a bait, as long as it steps into the range of the magic array, then there is a chance to tie her up......"

"Step two......" Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at the scepter that had been placed on the futon, and hesitated.

"Can you trap it?"

In response to Charles's words, the scepter shook in response.

It's also unclear whether it can or can't.

The Charles could only think it could.

According to his thoughts, if the action went well, it would be impossible for the Lady of Light to sit still after being bound, and the entity would not be able to maintain it at that time, but she could still do it by separating her divinity from her body. Charles got confirmation of this from the Three-Eyed Raven.

"And then you come in handy." Muttering, Charles frowned.

The Scepter has the ability to suck spirits into the black space, but in the past, the Charr only used it to contain human souls, and the souls of gods have never tried it.

He thought about using the three-eyed crow for experiments, but first, the other party was very weak in Charles's eyes, and the experiment was useless, and second, it was a bit offended to rashly suggest such an unreasonable request.

So this thought can only be abandoned.

"You can only go down according to the idea that you can." Muttering, he rewrote a few more lines in his notebook.

If all goes well, the other party's spirit will be absorbed into the black space by the scepter, and the charr can set up a binding magic array in that space in advance.

As long as her spirit is restrained, Charles has the possibility of "eating her".

Of course, it is also possible for the other party to break free, or to fight back or something, or simply not get in. But everything is risky, and you never know if you can do it if you don't try.

"The scepter's colorful energy is quite sufficient, so it is enough to place a magic array in that place, but a magic array may not be enough......"

"If the plan doesn't go well and I really can't fight, then I can only escape, and then return to the Overworld for the time being to accumulate strength, but it's better to do it in one step......"

After thinking about it, Charles finally came up with an idea.

"The question now is, when will the other party come?"

Thinking about it, Charles suddenly became worried.

Don't be prepared to come and go, but you will be "released by the Lady of Light"......