【West of Aslan Empire, Rennes, County Palace】

Qi Ling looked at the moon hanging high outside the window and turned over again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In a little while, maybe the sky will start to lighten. He couldn't sleep all night. After returning the nine Horcruxes that once belonged to the Heavenly Bouquet Youhua family back to the Lord Seal, he was taken by Youhua to the armory of the County King's Mansion.

The arsenal was full of weapons, most of them spears and shields used by the guards, and a few of the sharp swords used by the high-ranking generals, although they could not be compared to the nine Horcruxes, but these weapons could at least be of some use in battle. At least I won't be able to fight back and forth, only the half-edged broken sword in my hand that I can't name.

Countless weapons turned into a state of soul power and stored in their own seals. He could clearly feel the presence of those Horcruxes, and he even felt that he could hear the constant impact of swords and swords in his body, as if an entire army was fighting bloody battles in the deep canyon.

All the weapons turned into boiling soul power, surging in the seal.

Only the nine Horcruxes were like cold ice cubes in a blazing charcoal fire.

The cold from the Seal kept him awake all night. He opened his eyes and looked at the round moon outside.

And at this time, he heard a sound of rustling footsteps.

It's a footstep sound, but it doesn't look like a human sound.

He suddenly felt his quilt being pulled under the bed by something.

Kirin quickly got up, and then saw the snow thorns on the floor next to his bed, holding his quilt with pliers at the moment, pulling and pulling at the moment.

"Snowthorn, you don't sleep so late, where are you taking me?" Qiling wrapped his clothes around his body haphazardly, and then, by the moonlight, followed Snowthorn all the way to the end of the corridor.

Snowthorn walked quickly, looking back from time to time to see if Kirin had followed.

Qi Ling felt a little strange in his heart, shouldn't Snow Thorn be in Silver Dust's Seal at this time? Why did Silver Dust release it in the middle of the night? What about Silver Dust? What is Silver Dust doing at the moment? Where is Snow Thorn taking him?

Qiling thought about it, and his steps slowed down, and by the time he looked up, Snowsphorn had already descended the stairs at the end of the hallway.

There was no way, Qiling could only speed up his pace and follow, maybe it was Silver Dust who asked Snow Thorn to come to him. Thinking like this, Qi Ling no longer doubted, and quickly chased downstairs.

Snow Spike stopped in front of a large, heavy wooden door, no longer advancing, it turned and waited for Kirin.

Qi Ling raised his head and looked at it suspiciously, the door was hidden and not closed, but it was not a special place, he knew this place.

"Snowthorn, why did you bring me to the library in the middle of the night? Do you think I can't sleep and want me to read? I don't like to read. Kirin crouched down, looked at the snow spike waving its little pincers, and muttered.

Snowthorn wagged his tail and pointed into the library.

Kirin stood up and carefully pushed open the hidden door, greeted by the smell of old pages and dossier ink. The open library was pitch black, and the rows of tall bookshelves looked a little scary like silent giants standing in the darkness. As soon as Qi Ling was about to speak, he suddenly noticed that between the bookshelves in the distance, a trace of almost imperceptible light suddenly flickered, and then quickly disappeared.

Someone.

Qi Ling suddenly understood.

He walked slowly towards the looming light, controlling his steps, barely making a sound. He hid himself between the narrow shelves and peered into the light through the gaps in the rows of book files.

An oil lamp with a very short wick was now emitting an extremely faint light on the ground, and the flames were blown by the wind from time to time, flickering in the darkness.

There was the rattle of the pages turning.

Qi Ling stood on tiptoe and poked his head out, his gaze went beyond the spine of the book, and then, he saw the pale bouquet of heavenly flowers sitting on the ground in the dim light.

【West of the Aslan Empire Grant Priest Room】

Treya looked at Nether and Kira standing beside her, but didn't speak. She waited for the Silver Priest to give her order.

The large crystal wall was silent, not making any sound.

The suppressed silence made Treya's heart gradually rise a little uneasy, and she looked at the ghost beside her, his turquoise eyes hidden in the deep shadow of the arch of his eyebrows, and his thin blade-like lips pursed a little harder, looking a little impatient. Treya felt more and more that this mission was not simple, because the general task was to gather them into different rooms and inform them separately, and it was very rare to summon the second, third, and fourth princes at the same time, and it was obvious what the silver priest was waiting for.

Treya felt the impatience of the Netherworld beside her, and she quietly reached out and gently touched the back of Nether's hand. Nether didn't look back at her, as if he hadn't felt Treya's touch, but it was clear that his expression had quieted down, and he had regained his cold and uninhibited appearance, and he raised his gaze diagonally, waiting for the Silver Priest to break the silence.

But it was Chira beside them, who had been standing quietly, silently, like a shadow without thickness, his gaze hidden under his lowered eyelashes, and he could not see what he was thinking.

"Treya, have all the people sent by Tiange have obtained the whereabouts of the four people including Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring?"

The voice of the silver priest rang out from the hard crystal wall, breaking the heavy oppression.

"Not yet. The last time they were spotted was after the bulk of their army left Wrennes. After leaving the city, the vast procession of carriages split into three routes and headed for different towns. However, I have sent people to follow all three roads, but strangely, the four of them are not in any of the convoys, and they must have found an opportunity to escape halfway and thus escaped from the scope of surveillance. Therea whispered.

"In that case, then Treya, you immediately use your talent to track the whereabouts of the four people including Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring. The Silver Priest's voice was cold and hard, like a sword that had just been taken out of a frozen lake in winter.

"Silver Priest ......" Therea paused, her eyes flickered slightly, then she raised her head and looked at the god-like body on the crystal wall with a little confusion, "Although my talent is a large range of soul power perception, no matter how large the range is, there is a limit, in the state of full soul power close to peak consumption, my perception range can barely cover Grant T's limit...... You know, the four of them may be anywhere in the territory of Yaslan at this moment, I can't just search aimlessly, right?, and I haven't marked the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring, and I don't have the ......assistance of a traction line," Treya suddenly stopped. She squinted her gaze at the silent Chira beside her. She realized that she had just revealed a bit too much. Because it was obvious that when he had just spoken of "marking" and "traction line", the soul power inside Qila's body fluctuated almost indistinctly, like the thinnest rain in spring, making ripples on the surface of the lake—but even such subtle fluctuations were still as obvious as a raging tsunami under Treya's talent for accurate perception.

"Of course I know, so, you need to work with the Lord of the Sixth Degree to open the 'Skynet' and search beyond the limit. ”

"Isn't Syrul already dead?" asked Nether, looking at Treya, but there was no answer on her face, just as uneasy and confused as herself.

"It's the new Lord of the Sixth Degree, like frost. ”

Behind him came the sound of a heavy stone door opening.

There was a slight sound of footsteps coming into the room.

Treya finally understood what the Silver Priest was waiting for.

She and Nether Ursila turned their heads, their faces becoming solemn.

The one who walked into the room was the little boy who had just come out of the condensed cavern in the Far North, but the tattered coarse cloth robe soaked in blood and minced flesh had been replaced by a luxurious outfit of black metal and leather. His skin was fair and translucent, with the smell of ice and snow.

He walked slowly towards the three of them, like an invisible glacier closing in on them, and the cold breath even gave Treya goosebumps on her skin. His ruby eyes still flickered like flames, like pupils filled with fragrant blood, and the edges of the scarlet pupils, a circle of undecipherable ancient words seemed to be red spells from the reddest roses.

Treya's palms oozed cold sweat.

She suppressed her trembling voice, turned around calmly, looked at the Silver Priest, and asked, "Silver Priest, you said that I need to search the limit with the frost, what does 'together' mean?

Silence returned to the empty room.

Frost seemed to stop a few steps behind Treya. He looked at the three current high-ranking lords of Yaslan in front of him with a smile, and there was not the slightest fear in his eyes.

As the silence continued, Treya's inner defenses were gradually crumbling, for she knew very well that the Silver Priesthood would not waste an important place on the repetition of similar talents that she already had. If Frost seems to be the same or even only close to her own talent, then, for Treya, his rose-like red pupils are a red message to Treya.

"It's not. The Silver Priest's voice rang out again in the room that had been silent for a long time, "His talent is completely different from yours. ”

Therea breathed a sigh of relief, and the heart that had just been beating violently in her chest gradually calmed down. However, the distorted uneasiness did not dissipate, and she was eager to find out the degree and talent of the frost-like soul power, however, she did not dare to ......

Netherworld silently moved a step towards Treya's side, he stretched out his bony hand from under the heavy black robe, silently grabbed Treya's trembling palm, he closed his slender fingers, and wrapped Treya's petite hand in his wide, fiery palm.

He suddenly felt that Treya, who was standing beside him at the moment, seemed to have become the delicate little girl in the once condensed cave.

He couldn't help but hold her trembling hand even tighter.

The bitter cold was behind them, and he could feel it without Treya reminding him. (To be continued.) )