A sumptuous Gothic palace sits in a land shrouded in yellow sand and bones, and this is the famous prison of the Lost Sea in the glorious continent. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Although this palace is a prison, it is not as chaotic and dark as everyone imagined, but rather peaceful. Everyone who enters the prison of the Dead Sea must obtain enough credits here in exchange for the required living resources, and any living resources obtained by means of brutal violence, coercion and forced trading will be automatically destroyed and a certain number of credits will be deducted. Credits, this is the most important thing in the Prison of the Dead Sea, and it is something that everyone who wants to leave the Prison of the Dead Sea must try to strive for. Leaving the Prison of the Dead Sea is something that everyone who enters for the first time is to be told that they will be able to leave the prison at each level. Credits are assessed through class attendance and stage class tests, which are passed on to the upper echelons through the criminal records worn by each person, and then returned to each person. At the same time, everyone can also express their own opinions through the knowledge they have learned, and if there are good suggestions and opinions that are adopted, they will get a lot of credits.

As for the composition of the upper class, it is interesting, they are high-end scholars in every field, redundant economics, politics, military, scientific research, etc., and their preferences fundamentally determine whether these people can escape from the prison of death.

There are heinous prisoners here, and there are also learned wise men, although the people who are imprisoned here mean that it is impossible to return to society by their original strength, some people mention that the prison of the dead sea is a nightmare, while some people come here of their own volition, they have the highest ideals, with hopes and dreams, and are willing to become devils that the world does not recognize, just for the vast wisdom essence of the prison of the dead sea, to answer their own conjectures and hypotheses that cannot be verified in their hearts.

"Thousands of years of existence, thousands of years of evolution, magic, what this ancient continent has had since its existence, from the most primitive pursuit of power to the current development and utilization of magic, step by step witnessing the world from ignorance to glory. It has been called a gift from God. The boy who turned the page looked at the record calmly, he was dressed in the same standard clothes as everyone around him, the only difference was that he had black hair, black pupils, and a slightly immature face with a hint of sadness.

"Hey, kid Ron, oh, damn it, your name is hard to pronounce. What are you reading again?" an uncle put his arm around the boy's shoulders and blocked his vision with half of his head, "Oh, it's the basic theory of magic!"

"Uncle Lege, you're in my way. The boy put away the book in his hand and looked at the uncle who was hugging him, and said.

"If it weren't for the fact that you were too young, you would have thought you were one of those old guys who came here voluntarily!" said Lege, plucking his nose with his fingers and wiping his uniform, "Hey, what the hell did you kid do to get thrown here?"

Ron rolled his eyes, but didn't say a word about the question, and he bowed and walked outside.

"Ha, what a troublesome boy. ”

"Ron Loites. Ron silently read the name in his heart, knowing that the surname behind him might not be able to read it again in his life, thinking, the nails were embedded in the palms, and the blood dripped down the cracks of his fingers.

Before he knew it, Ron had already walked to the square of the Prison of the Dead Sea, he raised his hand to block the harsh sunlight, looked at the sky covered by the circular dome, shook his head, shook off all the thoughts in his mind, and his eyes fell on the book in his hand again.

"Magic is the cornerstone of the world, whether it is a mage in the magic tower or a warrior fighting in the jungle, the energy they use comes from magic, the difference is only in the way of use. Different ways of using them have created special magic circuits, so so far there is no statistics on how many magic circuits there are, and even some inherent specific magic circuits have changed more in the progress of the times。。。。。。 Ron stared intently at what was written in the book, his fingers intentionally or unintentionally making air marks in the air around him, but the scene caused everyone around him to see him to withdraw from a certain range. The Prison of the Dead Sea is a place that relies on physical competition, and those who can leave circles of air marks in the space and interfere with air fluctuations are undoubtedly those who have high physical attainments, but this does not show how strong his strength is, after all, the outside world is completely controlled by magic, and those who do not have magic are ordinary people after all.

"Hey, boy, do you understand the rules? It's out of bounds!" The black shadow obscured Ron's gaze, and at the same time, the unconscious sliding of his fingers seemed to be hindered by layers, hovering in mid-air, Ron slowly raised his head and met the gaze of the other side, and the chill in his eyes did not shy away from pointing directly at the person in front of him. Closing the book heavily, Ron took a step back, and the moment his feet landed, the ground around him was all concave, and the square was obviously windless, but he could see the two people facing each other, fluttering corners of his clothes.

"This is the Prison of the Dead Sea radio station, and I'm your narrator, Haka. Where there is news and conflict, there is me, Haka. Oh oh oh, look what this is? haha, new cadet Ron Lowe...... Eh, is there a physical collision between Ron's classmate and the veteran powerhouse De Willis? The qi explosion stimulated by the physical body is comparable to the skill of the power of a small magic missile! This year's students have another monster, but I'm afraid they will be vulnerable in front of the 'barbarian' De Willis!"

"Haka, 'False Talker', you seem to be talking too much. De Willis looked at the man in black not far behind him, then looked at Ron in front of him, danced his robe and turned away, and when he walked past the man in black, he looked at him deeply, and the other party returned an inexplicable smile.

"Yo, Ron, looks like you're doing well here. He approached 3 meters in front of Ron very casually, but this proximity made the black-haired young man's pupils shrink slightly, and the man named Haka gave him a feeling of being stared at by a beast, "Don't be nervous, I have no ill will towards you, and you will be able to leave this ghost place soon, congratulations, Ron." ”

Leaving, Haka's words made the black-haired boy feel a chill, and the departure of the prison of the dead sea, except for those research experts who came here, and those who were selected by the upper echelons, the departure of others had no form other than death, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"Did that guy's hand come out here?"

Looking at Haka's distant figure, he shook his head helplessly again, and Ron opened the book and fell into it.

Somewhere in a high pavilion.

"The Talker" Haka stood behind a figure, reporting the situation just now, and the face that slowly emerged from the darkness was so immature and lovely, a long black hair fluttered in the air at will, she licked the wine stains on the red wine glass, and the sultry appearance made the group of people around him bow their heads deeply, afraid that the people in front of them would notice her gaffe.

"Mesha Luna. Is my dear brother cute?" the dark-haired woman held up her glass and gently pinched a woman's little face, her lovely tongue gently leaving a slippery strip of wine on her face.

"Male... Princess... Your Highness... Please, please don't do that. The woman's muffled plea for mercy made all the men in the room struggle even more, and the black-haired woman fiddled with her even more relentlessly, her eyes teasing, until the woman fell completely into her arms, and then looked up at the crowd.

"My brother who didn't make it was almost disposed of by his brother, what do you say?" the black-haired woman said in a cold tone as she hugged Meshaluna, completely devoid of the charm just now, and the whole room was shrouded in a depressing atmosphere.

"My lord, we can take His Royal Highness the prince over, and with His Royal Highness's means, the rebels will inevitably 。。。。。。 Before she could finish speaking, the black-haired woman's shoes had blocked the mouth of the speaker.

"You want me to bring all the troops in the abyss, don't you? After fighting for so long, have you even eaten your brain by the abyss spirit?" the woman roared, her gaze sweeping to the next guy who was about to speak.

"Well, my lord, look, are we training some talents for the little prince?" said the man who was staring at the woman.

"Well, that's a good idea. Go on. ”

"You see, the little prince is so young and malleable, we can provide him with a few teachers, and when the time comes。。。。。。 Before he could finish speaking, the woman's other shoe went into his mouth.

"I'm the Queen of the Abyss, not a human monarch, I don't need you to create a guy for me to override my brother's rights, I just want him to live well, and it would be better if he could regain the throne by his own strength. You don't have to think for me, just treat my brother as a king. With that, the woman sat down on the couch beside her, while Meshaluna leaned lightly against her. A group of subordinates were silent.

"My lord, if you just want him to live well, then it's easy to do! The gentleman of Haka saluted, and the woman's gaze fell on him, making him throb for a while, but fortunately he restrained his gaffe, and continued:

"The head of the White Dragon Knights, Mesha Luna, is proficient in spiritual magic, and at the same time has the abyssal bloodline of an adult, it is very easy to create a false memory. If you add the seal of an adult, maybe the little prince can live as peacefully as an ordinary person. ”

"Making memories?!" the woman's calm gaze was full of reflection, "Luna, it won't hurt my brother anything, will it?"

"No, but first of all, we have to let him relax completely, the little prince is almost the same as an adult, he has a demon king-level abyss bloodline, and if he wants to create memories in his brain domain, he needs the assistance of an adult, open the deep heart of the little prince, and implant the required memories in his deepest memories. "And the less things you implant, the less time it takes." At the same time, the adult's seal can also appropriately mention the implanted thing, so the implanted memory will become more and more real. ”

"Really?" the woman walked to the window and looked at the boy with black hair like him, and the distress on her face became more and more obvious, "If you can, I hope he will never awaken his bloodline." ”