In the southeastern part of the country, not far from the holy land of Merlin, the imperial capital of Brahgan, a marble palace shines brightly in the morning light. It was the Palazzo Pocellona, the seat of the monarch of the Empire of Jaris. The constant audience walked into the imposing arch with their heads bowed, mostly holding a roll of parchment in their hands.

Fregela was wearing a hood, and his hands were empty, but a little cold blue brilliance in his palm became his only carrying.

Sincere! Intentionally or unintentionally, he stomped on a small piece of ground in front of the arch, and the small magic pattern was pasted, but it quickly disappeared.

"Hehe......" he chuckled, and walked into the arch with a haughty breath of arrogance.

It was not as bright and translucent as it had been imagined, but dim, with only the sporadic candles trembling in the cold windside of the palace. However, as we go deeper, sporadic lights are installed on the walls of the palace, and some delicate oil paintings are also hung on the walls for people to admire. This is not only a place for the monarch to deal with political affairs, but also a tourist attraction for the people of Luling.

Of course, there is more than one area of this vast political machine, and visitors can only enter the first area, most of which are filled with paintings by famous artists. Of course, there is a magic barrier on it, and no one with three or less magic patterns engraved on his body will be able to break through this solid magic barrier. You must know that there are basically few people in China who can engrave three magic patterns on their bodies, let alone say more than three. Therefore, there are basically no people who will grab these paintings.

"Oh......" Freguera walked leisurely as if he were walking in his own backyard, his slender fingers brushing the surface of the famous paintings beside him, feeling their unique temperature.

The visitor next to Fregela frowned, somewhat surprised, as if he had stepped forward to touch the painting, only to be blocked by a white mask of magical light. He just chuckled, and simply took three steps and two steps, and the cloth shoes he was wearing unconsciously climbed up with a little silver veil, which looked a little dazzling in the sunlight leaking from the diagonal side.

Freegra has five magic pattern inscriptions, which are certainly not comparable to these tourists, and naturally they can touch these paintings. The closed gate in front is where visitors are not allowed to enter, and this is where people with large stacks of parchment come from. Fregel's empty appearance became an outlier among these people.

I saw an old woman in a peaked witch's hat in front of me gently caress the empty door with her dead wood-like hand. With the surge of magic in her hand, a small golden knocker appeared out of thin air on the witch's hand. She knocked on the huge red door and whispered, "Rachel Clintton." ”

With a creak, two huge doors opened, allowing only one person to pass through. The witch nodded in satisfaction, slumped down, and slipped into the door.

Smack. The door closed again, leaving it for the next person to request an audience, but the swirling pale pink six-pointed star on the door signaled that there was already someone in it, and it was necessary to wait before proceeding.

Fregela was not in a hurry at all, and even looked at the painting around with a smile, and every now and then a trace of ice crystals flashed through his fingertips, and then dissipated. He didn't care that anyone would cut in line, and he was happy to let some of the more anxious people enter the door, and he looked like a smiling squire now.

"Hmph~" Fregela hummed softly as he snorted the Pope belonging to the Merlin Sect, the light in his eyes sharpening even more. The sun in the sky swung up and down, and in the blink of an eye, it was evening.

By this time, the hall had become much deserted, and Fregela was the only one left, and his fiery red hair seemed to have a little frost, but he had no intention of dusting it off. I saw that his expression was straight, the original smile disappeared suddenly, and a pattern of magic climbed up his arm, flowing into the door along his fingertips, and a blue-green knocker appeared. Fregela knocked hard, making a sonorous sound in the deserted corridor.

He raised his head with his chest held up and said loudly, "●●Fregara!" ”

It was an extremely distorted voice that could not be heard clearly, and it was clear that the space at the corner of Freguerra's mouth was trembling!

Buzz –

The door glowed red, as if hesitating.

"Why, won't you see me?" Fregel's voice was like a bell, "The dignified monarch didn't dare to see—"

"—it's all right, let him in." A calm male voice came from behind the door.

Crunch –

The red door, with its silky shine, looks like it has been carefully maintained. There was a light shooting out of the gap, and now it was almost dusk, and the corridor was already dark, and the light and darkness reflected each other. Fregela quietly cracked the door, pulling it open a small opening, and lifted his knees up, slamming his feet against the ground.

His shoes have turned into sparkling skates!

"Dear Your Majesty, Ewini." Fregela saluted him, "Long time no see. ”

"yes...... yes, long time no see. Sitting on the throne, Ewini wore a mink fur over his shoulders and held a golden staff on which a blue gem glowed like an ocean in the brilliant light of a crystal chandelier.

"I'm here this time to represent the Merlin Sect." A smile tugged at the corners of Fregel's mouth.

"Stand down." Alwini frowned and asked the people who were assisting him, including the guards and cronies, to leave.

Some of them seemed reluctant to leave, and their eyes told Evuni that the comer was not good, but he insisted that they leave. The leather shoes that Ewini stepped on the ground tapped lightly, but did not make a sound, and the ripples rippled on the ground, and the originally extremely strong marble seemed to have changed, and the patterns kept flickering, but the magic hidden deep under the ground did not spew out. Fregela didn't see any of this, and still fell to one knee and smiled without humility or arrogance.

"What?" Awini's hands rubbed his wand slightly, swaying from side to side.

"The new Merlin is born." Freguerra's Adam's apple quivered, and he spat out the words.

"Yes......" Alwini muttered, "what you want to ask is ......"

"It's still the same sentence as before, can you let the Merlin Sect's physical spiritualization experiment be openly established." Freguerra's voice was steady.

"I'm sorry, I've been hearing this for twenty years, no." Awini's lips furled, and his pale sideburns trembled slightly, "Whether it is the appearance of the first Merlin, the second Merlin, or the hundredth Merlin, it is invalid. ”

Awini paused, and then said in an unchanged tone: "The matter of the last Merlin running away has not yet been settled with you, and the total amount of mana he can carry is more than one-third of a basic rune. ”

"Your Majesty, please don't confuse these two things." Fregela said.

"Merlin has always been a magical church, and I admit that you have done a lot to explore the lowest mysteries of humanity, but I still have to think about my people."

"I'm also for—"

"The spiritualization of the body and the materialization of the soul are putting the cart before the horse!" Awini pressed his hand heavily on the armrest of the throne, "Just a word of advice, stop it, although I can turn a blind eye, I can't go too far to let you go." ”

"You're old-fashioned." Fregel's tone became cold, "This baby is a good fit for Nightmares. ”

"What! You've fused living creatures with humans! "Ewini thinks this kind of action is simply madness!

"Well, babies are alive and well now, aren't they?" Freguerra's hands shone with silver glow, and snowflakes fell.

Exactly the opposite of his hair color.

"You know that nightmares have souls, too, the mark of Didama—"

"That's right, the mark of Didama!" Freguera's eyes burst with excitement, and his voice was inexplicably hysterical, "It's a great fusion!" This Merlin will break free from the shackles of his body and gain magic from the outside world without limits—"

"Enough!" Awini stood up angrily, "Do you know what you're doing? You're playing with fire! Is the baby still himself? Can you be sure it's not a nightmare soul? No, not in the future! As long as I'm in this position for a day, you won't be able to set up a project! ”

"Yes." Fregela didn't seem surprised at all, "I guessed it would be this outcome, too." ”

"Turn back......," said Ewini's voice, a little sad, "you're bringing disaster." ”

"It's time for our Yaris to change leaders."

Fregel's face was gloomy, and a blue-blue glow burst into his eyes.

At swords' points.