Corridor of the Wind Dome, West Palace.

Beams of sunlight are reflected through the cracks in the top of the palace. The deliberately hollowed out pattern, after clever design, the shadow of light on the floor, unexpectedly shows the outline of the continent.

Christina stepped down from the couch, and the maid draped her in a light blue robe. Carrying an ivory fan, she walked barefoot on the smooth stone slab until the projection of the continent.

Then, stepped on it.

Her Royal Highness the eldest princess showed a playful smile on her face. It seems that this feeling makes her enjoy it extraordinarily. She walked around, her feet pressed against the cold floor, trampling on the holy city of Ranken, trampling on the northern wilderness, climbing the Dawn Mountains, and diving into the blue ocean......

It's like a little girl jumping off the grid.

"Your Highness is in good spirits. A cold voice came from the palace gate. The old nobleman in a gorgeous costume was staring at her with his hands in his hands. In the Buyada Empire, which advocates light tones, his bright red robe is inevitably a little out of place, but no one dares to talk too much.

Among the three "red, yellow and white" families in Buyada, the "Red Rose" family has the longest history, and the current head of the family, Duke Van Sinkel. It is said that in addition to his prominent position on the surface, this old duke is also the leader of the entire underground world of Buyada. The intelligence network and gray channels he constructed cover all walks of life, black and white, and he is a big man with his hands and eyes.

For Christina, Duke Van Sinkel was her most important ally and her main source of information.

"Your Excellency," Christina smiled as she walked towards him, like a delicate red rose, "but is there any news for our little girl?"

"Not really. Van Schinkel shook his head, he was sixty or seventy years old. But he is still in good spirits and radiant. Long silver-white hair, meticulously combed back, burgundy eyes, as deep as two ancient wells. He stood there, with impeccable grooming and etiquette. It reflects a good cultivation. But who could have found that under this polite calm, bloodthirsty desires were burning.

"So, Lord Duke, what is the matter?" Christina tilted her head, her every move seemed to seduce others. This kind of flattery has long become a habit and is deeply engraved in the bones. It can never be changed.

"Collison missed," replied Van Schinkel, who looked deeply at her, "he entered the Herseus Valley, and has not come out since, and the men I sent to the junction have not been able to contact him. ”

"Where's the wind dragon egg?" Christina frowned slightly.

"It should still be in the Herseus Valley," said the old duke. "For the sake of today, or rob it openly. Either buy secretly, other methods, I'm afraid it won't work. ”

"You have an idea," Christina knew, knowing that she was far less professional than the other in this kind of matter. However, after thinking about it, she still advised, "This is related to the promotion of Archmage Turanze, and I hope that Your Excellency must do your best." ”

"Yes," Van Schinkel nodded. "I'll do it right away. ”

He turned and walked away, with a regular pace, as measured with a ruler.

Not long after Duke Van Schinkel left, a magician in his thirties became a new visitor to the Western Palace.

He was dressed in a cyan robe, embroidered with plain white cloud patterns at the corners, and his clothes were flying, like clouds and wind. As soon as he arrived at the palace gate, the magician removed his "Wind Wing Technique" and landed on the ground to show respect for the royal power.

"Archmage Turanzer asks to see you. When she arrived at the West Palace, the middle-aged female official walked into the palace and bowed down.

Christina put on her shoes and socks, changed into a plain blue and white dress, sat on the wooden couch, and ordered Turanze to be brought in.

"Your Highness. "Qingjun's wind archmage actually made a knightly salute.

"Give the seat," Christina waved her hand and ordered, and her own maid brought the embroidered pier, and after he was seated, Her Royal Highness the eldest princess smiled reservedly and asked, "Archmage, don't you need to study the scriptures today?"

"I've found the exact clue to the Tower of the Winds," Turanze said eagerly, as if to show off his merits, "and if I get that egg, I'll be able to try to capture it and put this tower at the service of His Highness." ”

"Caught?" he said, using a strange verb, and Christina asked curiously, like a girl interested in magic.

"Yes, yes," Turanzer nodded, "the Tower of the Winds doesn't have a fixed location, it's a tall tower that floats permanently, roaming around on the trade winds. ”

"It turned out to be a prodigal son. Christina understood, and described it aptly.

"That's right. Turanzer peeked at her, a little embarrassed. This genius mage of Buyada has been obsessed with magic for more than ten years, and it was not until he was promoted to the top that he became famous. The colorful world suddenly unfolded in front of Turanze, and there was one person who was better than the whole world combined. But he is not even familiar with the basic human feelings, let alone an advanced course like pickling girls.

"Is there anything else, Archmage?" asked Christina in a soft voice, straightening her sideburns.

"Uh...... No, no. Turanze's mouth was so dry that he couldn't think of anything to say.

"Then, if there is any news of the dragon egg, I will notify you immediately. Christina smiled softly and ended the conversation.

Turanze was stunned for a moment, and finally realized that she was chasing customers, hurriedly stood up, and reluctantly said goodbye.

Watching her back disappear into the palace doorway, Christina frowned in distress, which made her look amorous and melancholy, like a bouquet of dew-stained branches.

A sound of vague footsteps sounded from the side door of the West Palace. Before Her Royal Highness the eldest princess could react, she felt someone wrap around her slender waist from behind.

"Anobi!" she rebuked softly, but to the other side, it sounded like a charming coquettishness.

"Sister, sister......" The pale young king of Buyada buried his face in Christina's neck, and called affectionately. Sixteen years old is the age of development, and he is already about the same height as the eldest sister. Smelling the fragrance between her hair, Anobi was reluctant to let go.

"Don't make a fuss, Anobi, you're not a child anymore. The scorching breath sprayed on the back of her neck, and Christina was so weak that even the words of the lesson seemed unimposing.

"I'm not a child anymore," Anobi repeated, a spark in his eyes, and he hugged her harder, muttering, "yes, sister, I'm not a child anymore." ”

... (To be continued......)