readx;? There is another question that Lin Ye is very concerned about, the cardinal said that as early as ten years ago, they had been ?20?? He is not a man of this world. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But he had only traveled for more than a year and a few months, how could he have predicted that he would cross ten years ago?

Or was it not him at all, but another guy, that ontology, Link?

Saying that Link is not from this world? What other world could it be? Obviously he crossed over, is it the cardinal who made a mistake?

Although there was such a question, he had no chance to ask, because the door was already open.

A cold wind swept in, which made Lin Ye shiver.

The cold opened the pores of his body, as if countless evil spirits were about to penetrate through these pores and eat away at his bone marrow.

He took a step forward, and he knew that whether he wanted to or not, this step was going to go out after all.

Because that's his only option.

The heavy door creaked shut, and the cardinal did not choose to enter, he looked nearby, empty.

It was sunny outside, but it was dark here, as if all the words of light were going to be swallowed up here.

He was in the middle of this empty throne, and his whole body seemed to be pierced by countless cold knives.

Finally there was a light around them, and blue ice flames rose one after another, which vaguely illuminated the way forward.

He followed the path guided by the ice flames, the dull sound of footsteps echoing through the empty hall.

Just as he was about a third of the way forward, the whimper in his ears that had been there from the beginning grew louder and louder.

It's like a ghost crying wolf.

Soon he saw countless green dots floating around, like fireflies, but if he looked closely, each dot was a human face.

I don't know if it's an illusion, this scared Lin Ye enough, but he stiffened because of the temperature.

Rely entirely on instinct to go further.

Halfway through, the points of light swooped down.

They kept biting beside Lin Ye, they were angry, and their hideous and terrifying faces made people tremble.

But from the moment Lin Ye took the first step forward, he was already ready to die.

If there really is a ghost in the world, then he will definitely turn into a ghost after death, who is afraid of whom?

He continued to move forward, and these points of light fluttered more and more, but Lin Ye could also see that they were just bluffing.

Except for the psychological effect, it didn't hurt him at all, the only thing that threatened him was the fear in his heart.

He quickened his pace, and soon the outline of the throne appeared in front of him, the throne that most of the ghosts in the entire hall were staring at.

An old man sat peacefully on it, looking very tired and haggard.

He shouldn't be so old, he's only in his fifties.

For a man, this is the time for the spirit to move to a new level.

But he just leaned on the throne and fell asleep, he was simply old and decrepit.

The golden yellow robe on his body was very loose, and he could have changed into a more decent and fitting outfit.

But he didn't do that, maybe in his dreams he still remembered the glorious days of galloping on the battlefield.

Lin Ye walked to the throne and stopped, looking up at him.

Look at the man who was about to take his life.

"You're here. The man, who didn't know when he would run out of oil, seemed to be dozing off.

He raised his head and looked at the young man standing in front of him, slightly stunned.

There wasn't much ferocity or viciousness on his face, like a kinder elder.

It's like a trustworthy brother.

One can't help but wonder if what the cardinal said was made up out of thin air, just to intimidate him.

But Lin Ye knew that the reason why this man showed such a look was because he hadn't woken up from his sleep yet.

A sweet dream called "Young".

In the dream, he and a man with the same face as the young man in front of him were riding horses on the prairie.

That's the scene he's been dreaming about!

"Yes, I am here, Your Majesty. Lin Ye calmed down at this time.

Even though it's bitterly cold, there are countless ghosts hovering around, dense enough to make people's scalps tingle.

Lin Ye suddenly began to guess how long this man had been sitting on this throne?

It's not how long he's been sitting on stage, it's how long he's not left here.

One day, two days, one month, two months, one year, two years, or more?

Is this seat his attachment to, or something else?

"Do you see those things too?" the man asked.

He looked old and tired, like an old lion whose claws had long been smoothed out and could not be hunted.

But those ghosts didn't dare to approach him at all, and could only show their teeth and claws from afar.

But how can he be a threat to him at this level?

"Are you referring to the things that float around like ghosts?" Lin Ye asked rhetorically.

He had heard Wendy say that His Majesty the Emperor had not dealt with government affairs for many years.

Everything is left to Prime Minister Gomez.

The Imperial Council convened by Gomez was not held in this lonely castle, but in the next side of another lion cub tower, a symbol of power.

Speaking of which, apart from the people of the church, no outsiders have entered this throne for at least several years.

Lin Ye can also be called the first person.

"Those things are the souls of people who are still attached to power, even if they have fallen into hell, but they still want to hold on to the power that they have lost so long ago, they are really pathetic, aren't they?" Raymond asked slowly, his voice a little hoarse.

After all, he hadn't spoken for too long.

You can say no more than ten words in a month.

He sat quietly like this, even as an emperor in the world, he didn't enjoy any glory and wealth.

Not even an ordinary nobleman.

As for why he was sitting here, he didn't know the answer.

He asked himself more than once, what exactly did he want?

The brother has been driven away by his own hands.

The wife had already poisoned herself in a power struggle.

People say that he dotes on Madame Thorn, but Madame Thorn always has a knot in her heart, that is, there has been no new queen in ten years.

She knew that it was a position that she could not replace, no matter how attractive she was, no matter how many means she had.

What else is he after? Is there power? There is already it, but what does power bring?

Several sons fought to the death, and he knew that once he died, there was only one son who could live.

He sat here day after night, thinking about the same only problem.

He was destined to lose too much in order to gain this power.

That's why the castle is called the Lonely Castle.

So he was alone.