It was not until the morning of the third day that Chrisse woke up. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When his eyes opened, he didn't get up immediately, he just rubbed his eyes and looked around.

People on the continent attach great importance to the bed, and many people ask a priest to bless and pray for the bed when they get married. Therefore, the most expensive piece of furniture in the aristocratic bedroom is the bed. Under Chrisse now was a double bed, large and sturdy made of fine wood, and the slats were woven from a large number of belts. It is made with great care, with the rails and bed frame delicately carved and inlaid with precious stones and gold. The quilt is made of soft mink fur, and the pillows decorated with tassels are covered with silk or cloth sheets embroidered with gold thread. The pillow is high, and he sleeps in an almost half-seated position. A curtain was hung from the top of the bed with a cross-shaped shelf and enclosed around the bed. There are also large wardrobes and chests for silver wine utensils and utensils, and a table with a metal statue of an angel on the table as an offering.

Chriss was familiar with such an ornament, which was often the lord's master bedroom, because in the lord's mind, such offerings had a protective effect not only on the bedroom but also on the entire castle.

Smelling a faint scent between his nose, Chris turned his head to see a few pots of longevity flowers and needletail leaves on the windowsill.

A gentle smile appeared on Chris's lips, and only a girl like Pandis, who loved flowers, would spend that amount of time on decorating a room, even if it was actually a temporary abode.

Immediately, his face slowly fell silent, because he remembered very clearly that before, he was unconscious.

Chris remembers the feeling vividly, dizziness, tightness in his chest, nausea and vomiting, and a blackness in front of his eyes, which was the first time it had happened to him.

He vaguely felt that this had something to do with what had happened before, to be exact, his mental power was excessively depleted.

After killing the four killers who had escaped separately in the house, Chris felt something strange.

To be exact, Chris clearly felt the difference after eliminating the killers on the second floor, not because of anything else, but because these killers were too calm, even if they knew that they were going to die, or rather, until the moment before they died, their eyes did not change much.

They are not afraid of death, and even regard death as a kind of glory.

And such a person fled in four directions?

They're stalling for time!

So, it's likely that they're not aiming for themselves!

Who would that be?

Chris began to frown, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the previous attack, which had been blocked by layers of houses, and Pandeis and Stianna were nowhere to be seen, but the uneasiness in his heart was getting worse.

He was almost certain that Pandis and the others had been attacked by this time.

By the time he arrived, Stiena had fallen in the corner, and Pandice was in imminent danger.

The distance between the two sides is more than ten meters, and with Cris's current speed, it is absolutely impossible to catch up.

Looking at the look of horror on Pandis's face with some despair, Chris only felt that the short ten meters were like a moat.

If only time could stop!

If...

Chrisse only felt that his brain suddenly began to ache sharply, and he almost wanted to scream in pain, but in an instant, he noticed the abnormality around him.

The air brought by his own running no longer flowed, the "whirring" wind in his ears disappeared, the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, and everything he saw with his eyes stopped instantly.

Time, stopped!

He cautiously approached Pandis, and it took a long time to determine that it was not a hallucination.

But he had a feeling --

In this area, you are the only master!

And now—Chryss raised his hand, looked at his palm quietly, and then closed his eyes, carefully recalling the feeling of being in control.

The curtains had been opened, and the warm sunlight shone softly into the room, gently sprinkled on the windowsill, on the ground, and a breeze blew through the curtains, and then swept over his face, with a faint scent of flowers.

A thought came to mind that I couldn't be sure of:

That, yes, field?

It is almost common knowledge among professionals that saints can have their own field.

And he is obviously not a priest.

But what is that?

Chris couldn't answer, but he was sure that it had something to do with mental power.

Last night, after Anthony left, the string that was tight in his heart suddenly relaxed, so the next overwhelming sleepiness easily pushed himself down.

Somehow, Chris remembered the "mind" again.

Is "mental power" the same as "mental power"?

Because, at that time, Chris was hoping that the dagger at Pandis's neck would stop.

As a result, it really stopped.

And everything around him, including Pandis, was not spared.

Chris felt that he could still cast this "domain"-like skill again, but at the cost of consuming an extremely large amount of mental power, even if it was only a few tens of seconds, most of his already excessive mental power would be consumed.

This is also destined to be the most critical moment, and this skill must not be used.

However, joy and self-satisfaction rose spontaneously from the bottom of my heart.

Then, the distance between himself and the priesthood may not be so far.

There was a knock on the door, and Chris turned his head away.

Pandice walked in.

She saw Chris, who was leaning on the head of the bed, and let out a cry of joy and threw herself into Chris's arms.

"You're awake!

Chris sniffed the scent on her body and patted her on the head, "Scared you, right?"

"Hmm!"

"Don't cry, you know?"

"Hmm!"

"Good!" Chrissy kissed her lightly in the hair.

"How's Styanna?"

"Mentor!" said Stianna walked in, her face still a little pale, but in good spirits, and a look of gratitude flashed in her eyes.

"Thank you!"

Chris let go of Pandis and smiled at Stianna, "No need to say thank you, otherwise I don't know how to explain to your people in the future." ”

Stianna's face froze and she lowered her head.

Chris was also stunned, he said this unintentionally, but it obviously reminded Stianna of Yanya.

Pandis watched quietly, and saw that the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, although it was a little unknown for some reason, but he still played a round and said to Chris: "Get up quickly, there are still many people waiting for you outside." ”

"Who?" said Chriss, surprised, "who else but Anthony?"

Stianna quietly exited the room.

"You'll be glad to see them," said Pandis, smiling. (To be continued.) )