The master of the sky?

Ji Yan looked at the description of the abilities brought by the Heavenly Gods and was a little puzzled by them.

He looked up at the dark sky, but there was no phenomenon to feel it, and there was no sense of mystery.

It's as if this is just an ordinary scene.

Ji Yan shook his head, a little bit didn't quite understand the meaning, this description was obviously inconsistent with the facts.

Closing the panel in front of him, he held a stack of materials in his hand, and then closed his eyes and hid in the shadows, and the puppet was carried away by the shadows.

……

In the silence of the room, the dim candle flame emits a faint light.

Christine's eyes stared at the golden reagent in front of her with a hint of excitement.

There seemed to be an obscure aura circulating slowly inside, emitting a faint golden light.

This is not in his own palace, but in a secretly arranged stronghold.

Taking a deep breath, Christine unplugged the reagent, and a scent wafted out.

She didn't hesitate to take a sip, and soon a stream of heat surged from her belly.

After a series of changes, Christine felt that the world was presented to her senses completely differently.

Clear and translucent, like crystal glass under the sun.

Then she felt a slight scratching sensation in her brain, and her vision suddenly entered another world.

Countless points of light slowly wandered in the air, which was a mysterious factor that had not been seen for a long time.

Seeing this, Christine knew very well that her spirituality had been fully restored, and her talent for mysteries had been greatly enhanced.

All thanks to Ji Yan.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and the scene in front of her was so wonderful.

Christine can clearly feel that the mysterious factor is close to her, just like a love for home.

She then closed her eyes, and the mystical elements in her body began to circulate in a very regular order.

Soon Christine's factor level came to 0.1.

However, she was still not satisfied, and with the help of the residual power of the Golden Apple Reagent, her momentum slowly rose.

Soon the 0.2 threshold was also breached.

This was followed by 0.3......

0.4……

In the end, Christine's factor content came to the exponential stage of 0.5.

Looking at the values on the measuring instrument, at this moment, it is even higher than before he lost his spirituality.

This is already an existence that can crush those ordinary geniuses among his peers.

Except for the kind of people who inherit the legacy of their past lives or have all kinds of adventures, they can't be compared to it under normal circumstances.

But Christine didn't show complacency.

Because compared to the previous life, the current realm is not worth mentioning to her.

Christine even felt a little low.

It didn't feel much security for her.

She stood up from her cross-seated position and moved her stiff body slightly.

Christine's figure is relatively tall, and her curves are elegant and feminine, which is also quite normal.

At least it's far from the existence that Yin Fu can touch porcelain.

The white skin shone in the dim candlelight, and it seemed to have a surprisingly hazy beauty.

Although Christine sighed secretly in her heart, she could be regarded as re-embarking on this road.

As long as you slowly cultivate after that, relying on the experience of your previous life, it will probably only be a matter of time before you set foot on the Morning Star.

At that time, her movements can be bigger, and not limited to the imperial capital.

Although the imperial capital was large and populous.

But the special location here alone dooms Christine to only act in the shadows.

The outside world is wider than here, and the plan will be smoother.

Christine thought as she walked out of the room.

The guards waiting at the door couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when they saw that there was a mysterious aura surging on His Royal Highness's body.

Then her eyes bloomed with surprise.

"Your Highness, your strength ......"

"Well, it's been restored."

Christine smiled and nodded, looking up at the dark night.

The dark eyes seemed to be a little lazy, narrowed slightly, and flashed a hint of sleepiness.

Today she experienced a mental shock, and although she had become a warlock, she still felt a little tired.

"Why are you so excited, it's just a small thing."

Christine looked at the guard's excited look and couldn't help but shake her head a little funny.

"I'm just happy for Your Highness, after all, your strength has been restored, and you can re-embark on the path of a warlock."

"In the future, if I am not by His Highness's side, His Highness can also ......"

As he spoke, the guard suddenly realized that what he said was not right, so he quickly changed his words.

"What am I talking about? How could I leave Your Highness alone, wouldn't that be against my duty! ”

Looking at the flustered look of her guard, Christine just smiled and didn't answer.

But then she felt a jolt.

It is a device for communication.

Could it be Ji Yan?

A conjecture flashed through Christine's mind, but then she denied herself.

It shouldn't be him, after all, it's just been separated.

Maybe the revolutionary I was looking for has arrived.

Christine was shocked when she thought of this, and even her tiredness dispelled a lot.

After all, it's about her future plans, so it's still necessary to see this side.

took out the communication device, and as soon as it was connected, it was the voice of another guard.

"Your Highness, we have arrived at the imperial capital at this moment."

"What should I do with him now?"

Christine looked at the hour, and it was only close to twelve.

It seems that she may not be able to go to bed early today, but it's okay, after all, staying up late is a common thing for her.

"Bring them to the attic."

The attic is the name of this colony, and Christine has other hidden colonies.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Then Christine returned to the dimly lit room, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

It wasn't until a moment later that a knock on the door opened her eyes.

"Please come in."

A chill accompanied the open door and entered between the two figures.

But then the door closed softly, keeping the cold out.

In addition to his own guards, the other of these two figures is a man with a very vicissitudes of appearance.

Christine squinted at him, a flash of surprise in her eyes.

I saw that the cheeks of the man in front of me were wrinkled very deeply, as if they had been deeply penetrated by a knife.

The eyebrows and eyes were lowered, and it seemed that he couldn't see the decadent look in it.

Although the beard and hair have been trimmed, it looks much cleaner.

Between his eyebrows, there was a faint mark of a knife cut, all the way to his jaw.

It was a meat grinder-like battlefield, what was left on his face.

His appearance gave him the impression of being lazy and powerless, as if nothing could arouse his interest.

A hint of color flashed in Christine's eyes, and it seemed that it was a little difficult to confirm.

If it weren't for the iconic marks on Villier's face, he wouldn't have been able to connect this man to the founder of the Alliance.

She had the impression that the founder of the alliance was somewhat similar to her father.

Hard, calm, even in the face of the threat of death, the face does not change.

The soldiers under his command also inherited this characteristic.

The whole team was in good order, and from a distance it looked as if the steel bars had been poured together, and they were all together.

Although the equipment was rudimentary, the combat power that burst out made those nobles feel terrified.

It was that team that completely ended the huge Ottoman empire and made the oppression of the nobility no longer exist.

If it weren't for Christine's personal experience, this would be unimaginable.

If you tell it to other people, they will just think it is a whim, and then they will not care about it.

How could a huge empire be overthrown by those untouchables, and even the nobles could only be killed and hidden in the dark.

They are a noble family of warlocks.

It has been passed down for at least thousands of years, and there are even some families whose history is so long that it is impossible to find out.

Even the empire did not last as long as they did.

They are deeply rooted in this land, and even if power is always in circulation, they never die.

This is the aristocracy!

This is the Warlock Family!

Christine looked at Villier's appearance now, and was a little disappointed for a while.

But she also knew that he hadn't shown his edge yet, and he hadn't crossed his ordeal.

Villier has to go through a lot of things before he forms the temperament of the previous life.

Perhaps it is likely that because of his actions, Villier will no longer shine like the sun in his previous life.

Christine frowned, she didn't deny the possibility.

Because of his appearance, there are so many people who have changed his fate that he can't count them.

It's just that Villier is the most important part of himself.

She had to make sure that Verrier was like the last life.

Christine's eyes flickered, and then disappeared.

She stood up and replaced the dim candle flame with a lighting spell.

In an instant, the room suddenly became much brighter.

And Villier was also a little uncomfortable with the sudden light for a while.

With blank eyes, he looked at the swaying figure in front of him.

It was a face that people will never forget when they saw it, and elegance and elegance were the first impressions of Villier.

But after seeing it clearly, he reluctantly opened his eyes, and Tong Kong trembled slightly.

Even if Villier has experienced all kinds of wars, big and small, he is a man who crawls out of the pile of dead.

But now he couldn't hide his dazed expression.

In the next moment, Villier's body instantly became straight, and the lazy expression on his face became serious.

There was no longer a decadent look in his eyes.

"Your Highness......"

Christine looked at Vyrill with some surprise.

"You know me?"

She didn't hide herself at the moment, because with the cooperation in the future, sooner or later for Vyrrill, he would know his true identity.

So Christine appeared as she was.

But before she could introduce herself, Villier had already recognized herself.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"When the general accepted the emperor's reward in the past, I happened to meet His Highness."

"It's just that I was just a nobody at that time, and I didn't deserve to be remembered."

Villier said calmly.

Although he hated those who were in high places, those nobles.

But that didn't mean he hated the Emperor.

On the contrary, Villier had great respect for the Emperor, and could even be said to be an admirer of him.

The two are not contradictory, because one is a class contradiction and the other is a cult of personality.

Villier was attracted by the Emperor's youthful charm of daring to defy his fate and create his own legend.

In the military, admirers like him abound.

The story of the Great was widely circulated among them.

So Villier's respect for the Emperor naturally extends to Christine.

At least he didn't face the emperor's daughter with that decadent temperament at the moment.

Christine and Vyrill looked at each other, and found that in an instant, there was a strong military aura spread from him, and even if he recognized his identity, he was not too disgusted.

This was a relief to her.

It's not known how this is, but it's also a good thing for Christine.

She had been thinking about how to get rid of Villier's disgust if she knew who she was.

At the very least, make sure that we can keep the two sides together.

And the current situation has undoubtedly reduced Christine a lot of trouble.

It's just a general who accepts the emperor's reward......

Christine seemed to recall a picture in her head.

It was a figure in armor, leading a group of subordinates half-kneeling in front of his father.

And he was relatively young at the time, and he was not very sensible, so he kept pestering his father.

But since he can go to the palace and say that he is a nobody, he is too humble.

But Christine remembers that Villier was a pawn guarding the gates.

What kind of situation made him fall to this......

"Your Highness, is what you said before true?"

Villier's voice pulled Christine's thoughts back.

Looking at his slightly inquiring gaze, Christine replied solemnly: "Naturally, it's true." ”

"I really want to build a world where there is no privilege."

"With all due respect, Your Highness, you are the privilege itself......"

Villier said softly.

"Yes, I do have a privilege."

"I don't deny that."

"I have enjoyed the privilege and should have taken on my responsibilities."

"But I don't want to."

"Because now, it's the one who wants to kill me!"

Christine's eyes were a little gloomy.

She doesn't deny that she's not really a good person.

In particular, he has assumed the convenience of privilege, but he does not want to be controlled by it and bear its responsibilities.

I can't afford it, because that means I'm going to have to give in to my fate.

I'm going to be at the mercy of others.

In her last life, she watched her little sister die in her arms, but she couldn't do anything about it.

"I don't have the same reasons as you, maybe my reasons aren't so bright."

"But my purpose and yours are the same."

In this life, I must make those people pay!