Leslie has always felt uneasy these days, and he has always felt that he can't stay any longer in the Imperial City. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

With a large number of clan elders performing the return ceremony, the young men and most of the stalwarts followed the will of the Elders' Church to open up, and the place was already deserted.

However, he had no intention of cultivating, so he chose to go out from his palace and walk alone on the wide and deserted streets, occasionally encountering some ordinary peripheral family members and ordinary incapable people to salute him.

He had always felt that he was not like a leader, since his father's death, most of the things in the clan were in charge of the old people, and most of the things would be reported to him, but when the old people chose to return, he basically did not interfere with anything in the imperial city.

He didn't know, no one was talking to him, and he didn't really care.

His cultivation talent is not bad, he has awakened the fifth talent at the age of thirty, and his physical fitness is still growing rapidly under the exercise, although it may not be as good as those geniuses of the same age in the outside world, but it is not too far behind. And as a royal family, because he was born with the ability to be extremely close to flames, he can generally easily suppress the flame inheritors of the same level.

But what's the use?

Constantly with the elders and chiefs, he was deeply aware of his weakness and powerlessness.

There were a few people, at the age of returning, who were desperately trying to suppress their abnormalities, but even Leslie could easily see that some of them were in a physical or mental state.

One of the elders began to stop attending meetings, and another, as if he had changed his person, wrapped himself in a robe, showing only his two eyes, gloomy and silent.

Chalmo, who was able to calm the scene, was just smiling and talking to himself, while Watlier disappeared after only showing his face after going out last time.

It all started with the return ceremony that had been started by my father, and almost everything started to go wrong.

Not only people have changed, but even the flames have changed.

In fact, he hadn't been in contact with the flames for a long time.

It wasn't just Charles who warned him not to go near the flames, but even himself, the man the world thought to be closest to the flames, the leader of the Flames, had developed a fear of the flames that were now in the center of the Imperial City.

Now the closer he got to the flames, the more he felt that something was calling him in the direction of the center of the flames.

Leslie, of course, wouldn't go any further than the flames, as Lyle's experience had already taught him what the consequences of listening to the flames were.

The flames were mutated. Leslie knew that this was definitely a serious problem, and far more serious than Chalmer had said at the meeting, and that this aberration, unlike Chalmer's comfort, would recover quickly.

The flame creates an irreversible mutation, and ......

It became a living thing.

Leslie continued walking, but he couldn't help but think of the time he felt the beating of the flames on the flame platform, like the beating heart of a human being.

Leslie didn't want to stay in the palace like a fool all the time, waiting for some bad luck to befall him.

He stopped in front of a large, old-looking house. It's the only place in the entire city where books are kept.

I didn't expect to come here one day.

Leslie grinned self-deprecatingly.

He has a natural aversion to books and dense texts, and as a child he would try to prevaricate even if Chalmo or his parents forced him to come here.

He pushed the door lightly first, and found that it seemed to be closed, as if something was blocking it.

As a last resort, Leslie knocked on the door.

"Bang Bang Bang"

It was a long time before an old voice answered from inside the room.

"Okay, don't knock. ”

Then there was a jumbled noise in front of the door, and Leslie stood back slightly.

A small crack opened in the door, and the head of an old man who looked very scruffy peeked out of the crack.

"Your Highness, why are you here?" the old man's tone sounded a little surprised.

Is there still such an old man who doesn't want to return?

Leslie, who heard some surprise in the old man's tone, was slightly unhappy, and then subconsciously covered his perception towards the old man.

Is it an ordinary person?

"Your Highness, why are you here?" asked the old man, again as he stretched out one arm and placed it on the edge of the door.

Leslie looked at his tattered sleeves and then at his old face. He decided not to have too much contact with this strange old man.

"Let me in. ”

The overlooking angle seems to be a bit exaggerated, am I too tall?

The old man tilted his head and opened his mouth: "Your Highness, don't ...... now"

A long white earthworm-like worm twisting its body suddenly emerged from his mouth.

As if he had been caught by something, the old man's expression didn't even have time to change, and he immediately disappeared at the door, and at the same time, the door was closed.

In a split second, Leslie froze. Faced with such an unexpected situation, he didn't even know what to do.

His mouth opened slightly, looking at the door that had been closed again. Is this an emergency?

"Bang Bang Bang"

No response.

Well. Leslie nodded, this should be a monster inside. As for why there were monsters in this, why an ordinary old man was taking care of what was a very important collection of classics, and why the old man didn't open the door immediately after seeing him, he didn't think about it, or he couldn't think of it.

Leslie just flicked the sleeves of her ornate robe and slowly pressed her hands to the door.

The wooden door began to turn black from the palm of his hand, and with it as the midpoint, it slowly spread out in all directions, and soon, the whole door turned black, and did not continue to spread towards the wall next to it.

One of the three chiefs, who had proven his ability to control flames with precision, carefully released his palm, and then slowly blew into the black door.

The entire door turned to black ash.

Les fanned the floating ashes from his mouth with his hand and strode into the old room.

The lights inside had all been extinguished at some point, and the darkness obscured Leslie's vision, so he turned on his perception again and probed the situation inside.

There was no one on the first floor, and all the books on the shelves looked like they had been gnawed by some creature, and they were in tatters, and they couldn't read anymore.

There is still nothing on the second floor.

The third floor is also true.

And all the books have been destroyed.

"Come out!" Leslie's hands burst into flames as he gave up on probing with his senses, turning his body around in an attempt to catch any clues with his vision.

Leslie's eyes turned red unconsciously, and the flames on his hands began to lick his sleeves. Just as he had become a little frantic, a strange resonance calmed him down.

Resonance from the flames.

It was as he used his abilities that this resonance became extremely apparent.

A voice from ancient times called to him.

"...... with me Blend into ...... All-in-one ......"

Like a basin of cold water poured over her head, Leslie came back to her senses and hurriedly withdrew all her abilities.

"Your Highness!"

A voice from outside the house reached Leslie's ear.

"Your Highness!" Percy's footsteps sounded rather urgent, but her voice was as calm as ever, "I sense you are using ...... What's going on!!"

It's broken.

"My attention is on you...... Oh, my God...... These books ......"

"Percy!" Leslie interrupted, "Take me to Chalmer!

"We should ...... All right. Percy finally nodded, followed Leslie, and walked out of the room, leaving it to be left to its content.

Countless white worms crawled out of the corners and crevices of various places, and they still had a lot to do.