The little boy pulled the collar of his trench coat for Meltartar, ruffled his hair, pulled the silver iron sword from his waist, and gestured towards the void. Time stops, there are only ghosts and little boys in this world like free people, Mei Lingta is frozen by time, motionless and let the little boy play with it, thinking that this person who has played since he was a child will die, the little boy cherishes the time with Mei Lingta, the ghost thinks he will hold Mei Lingta and cry, but he didn't expect to just cherish the time to play with him, and he is really a child.

"What will it end, I mean this war with the Temple of Wanya." Ghost style said.

"Well, how do you say that?" The little boy put the iron sword back into Merlin's scabbard, dragging the long feather weaving, he was like a solemn king, the orthodox step of the royal family, belonging to the royal etiquette of meeting. The little boy may really be the king, and it is inevitable that it will give people the illusion.

The little boy lay on the bed, looking at the city of Haiqin, the city of the middle of the night, there were no gorgeous lights, no noise, only pure darkness, endless silence.

"That's not the question you should ask."

The little boy is like an acting actor, a person who can act, knows how to restrain himself, and can immediately change from one kind of person to another, which is called entering the play. It is to completely turn yourself into a person in the script, to experience that this person feels his life and emotions, sometimes I feel that I am mentally ill, there are two people living in my head, and the gap between reality and the script is a senior actor. The little boy was still a child a moment ago, playing with others, playing with other children, playing games that belonged to their children, but at this moment he seemed to be a different person, his eyebrows were sharp, under the king's person, and above ten thousand people, the aura was diffuse.

The royal orthodox pace, the royal fighting sword skills, every cell in the body exudes royal pride, and when he said this, he seemed to have entered the society, and he said something that should not be this child of a few years old.

"Ghost, I want to remind you that fate is not predestined." The little boy threw away the crown, and the crown arced and hit the wall not far away, making a sound of metal colliding, and the warm applause rang out, and the little boy applauded to himself.

"Varkala is just a little unlucky, it's just a pity, although that country is a neutral country, but there are huge secrets under the territory, that thing can't be unearthed for the time being, if the Wanya Temple gets that secret pattern, it will become a dead end, and we will all be checkmated."

The little boy climbed up the curtain and staggered, maybe falling if he didn't hold on to the window. He stood on the edge of the window, taller than the ghost.

"If they attack Varkala because of the secret you said...... "Oni Shi felt a little uneasy when he heard that the pattern would become a dead end, "If the pattern becomes a dead end, the Vanya Sanctuary will be the master of this Senluo Hell, above the front of the world, and those who resist will only die." ”

"No, Augustus just has a crush on King Wakara's daughter." The little boy spread his hands, "Mei Lingta's instinct is right, he is an old pervert." ”

"You can't let the Wanya Temple attack the country of Varkara, the pattern, this thing is going to die, it's meaningless!"

"Who let the old man of Varkala not let him? It's good to send your daughter out directly, it's nice to call it a kiss, but it's not good to let her daughter go to death. The little boy said.

"If Rheines organizes an offensive and the success rate of stopping the offense, mine will be zero," Ghost said

"Old woman, when you see a woman younger than yourself, you will naturally start hard."

"If you find that person, I'm afraid it's too late now, the army that will attack Varkala tomorrow will soon be in Varkara."

"The Vanya Temple's least favorite weather to fight in." The little boy said solemnly.

The ghost pondered, a hint of luck flashing in his eyes.

"I'll give them whatever they're afraid of, I can't buy long, go to him as soon as possible, try to convince him."

"Honestly, aren't you omnipotent? I don't really like the possession of my body by another person. ”

"I'm not possessive, I'm actually just paying the rent for you, and I'm not omnipotent, Mr. Ghost." He grimaced at the ghost style.

The curtains were torn by the cold wind of the Nordic continent, and they swayed rapidly, and the elongated curtains, like the long claws of the devil, flew in the night sky, tearing through the darkness.

"If the guards find out, I'll be followed, and if I'm exposed, I won't be able to be an informant." Mei Lingta held the clothes in his hands, and that's how the royal chef served the food.

"What about people?" Mei Lingta threw her clothes on the bed and looked out the window for a ghostly figure, the moonlight was bright, like a hideous ghost.

There are nine countries on the Nordic continent, since ancient times, there have been early civilizations on the Nordic continent, in the mouth of today's people, the ancient Nordic continent is full of mystery, magic, old people, will tell their children and grandchildren about that early era, there are giants, elves, gods and dwarf dwarf times.

Before the birth of the world, there was a tree called the World Tree, and there was a black crow on the tree, snakes underneath, and so on. At the bottom is a black dragon, its name is Nidhogg, it gnaws at the roots of the World Tree, and the day it bites off the roots of the World Tree is the end of the Aesir gods, and the gods welcome defeat in the twilight.

But no one would believe this unfounded legend, so the Norse Mythology, which was made up, was seen as a symbol of reaction, and in the early days, if anyone mentioned or propagandized it, without the use of death, the church would have tied the propagandist to the cross and burned him

Outside the glass window, white electric snakes in the clouds jumped through the clouds, thunder resounded in the dark sky a moment later, torrential rain knocked on the printed glass, the sound of ticking rain mixed with the sound of the old man telling a story, and the children surrounded the old man. Electric snakes flashed through the sky, and the room was instantly illuminated by the light of lightning.

The old man closed the book, and he told the children about the Norse mythology, which the children did not understand the strange language, so the old man told the children in his own language about the copycat version of Norse mythology, with cute giants and clumsy goats. The breeze of closing the book alarmed the candlelight on the table, and in the night of lightning and thunder, there were stories of old people, and it seemed that it was no longer as terrible as before, and the children of the depressed went to bed at the urging of the old man, and the candlelight went out, and the door of the nursery was closed, and the children covered themselves with quilts and hid under the covers.