Several servants stepped forward and bowed slightly in respect to the Foreign Secretary and the knights.

Their faces were the same, and even their voices were as soft as water:

"Everyone, please come with us."

"We're going to take you to a resting place."

The ministers looked at each other, and the knights bowed slightly.

The group was guided by the maid along the path in the flower garden towards the side of the huge mansion.

As the knights faded into the depths of the garden, Gwen paused for a moment.

After glancing at Victor, he left with the Knights.

Since the servants had already taken the initiative to beckon them to go and rest, everyone naturally knew about it.

The Grand Duke is probably going to have something to say to Aurelian.

And Victor, as Aurelian's teacher, should always be by the princess's side.

At this time, Vanilla was standing by Aurelian's side.

She touched the little kitten's head a little helplessly, and stroked the cat's ears twice by the way.

"You don't have to stay with me tonight, just have a good rest."

Xiang Zilan nodded obediently and left with the servants.

Subsequently, in the entire courtyard, only the three Grand Dukes of Barlow remained.

"Come with me."

He left only one sentence, and walked towards the mansion on his own.

Aurelian looked at Victor and hurriedly followed with Victor's nod.

The three of them walked through the golden luxury corridor and came to an extremely spacious hall.

There's something strange about this hall.

There wasn't anything around, not even a coffee table, not even a sofa.

It seems to be just a simple room, except for being very large, it has no other purpose.

But Victor looked up and looked around.

As if he understood something, he lowered his head and whispered behind Aurelian.

"Your Highness, don't be surprised what happens next."

"After that, I won't be with you anymore."

Aurelian was slightly stunned, and before she could be puzzled, suddenly, the voice of Grand Duke Barlow sounded.

"It's a funny Asian girl who has a power in her that doesn't belong to her."

He said as if he had pointed something, and then turned back to look at Aurelian.

"Now, have you decided?"

Aurelian knew what Archduke Barlow was referring to.

Necromancy.

This magic that has been resisted by countless mages.

To be honest, she is actually a little opposed.

After all, playing with the magic of corpses and souls doesn't sound very normal.

But after thinking about it, she still wanted to learn this magical magic.

Magic that brings the dead back to life......

So, Aurelian took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind.

"Grandpa, I'm ready."

She and her grandfather had never met, but perhaps because of their blood relationship.

When she saw Archduke Barlow with her own eyes, Aurelian still felt an inexplicable closeness.

Although my grandfather didn't look very friendly,

But he was patient with himself.

So, Aurelian chose to trust Archduke Barlow.

Archduke Barlow listened to Aurelian's answer and nodded:

"Okay."

He leaned on his cane and tapped lightly towards the ground.

In an instant, a dark green circle of fire was lifted from the feet of the Grand Duke, turning in all directions.

The flames rapidly expanded, engulfing the entire mansion entirely.

The deep fog wrapped around it, and the whole land changed in the green smoke.

Gone are the once spacious halls of the Golden Hall, replaced by rugged and crumbling towers that stand in the midst of a shattered canyon.

A dark green smoke slowly rose over the ground, drowning the crumbling towers.

The black mire suddenly burst out of the air, turning into a writhing soul in the sky.

Pulling at the muddy black body, he walked in the sky.

The sky was gloomy, and the melancholy and dead breath fell from the sky and rushed to the earth.

Feeling the ruined world around her, Aurelian had an intuition.

It seems that she has come to the intersection of the so-called underworld and the present world again.

But this time, she was a little mentally prepared.

Aurelian then looked around.

One less person.

Mr. Victor, is gone.

Suddenly, she remembered what the teacher had just told her.

It turns out that you can't accompany her next, do you mean that?

At this moment, the deep voice of the Grand Duke of Barlow suddenly sounded:

"The difference between a necromancer and an elemental mage is their source of energy."

Elemental mages need to communicate with the magical elements between heaven and earth, and release magic with corresponding attributes by mastering the power of the six elements.

Necromancers, on the other hand, do not rely on elemental magic, and their power comes from ......

"The realm of the dead."

Hearing this, Aurelian's body stiffened slightly.

At this time, Grand Duke Barlow slowly walked in the direction of the canyon.

So Aurelian cautiously followed.

It was as if I was afraid that I would accidentally step into the muddy, bottomless canyon.

Grand Duke Barlow stopped.

On the broken bridge of the canyon, a ruined, rotten wooden gate appeared.

A cold, biting, mildewy smell permeated the wooden door.

It was as if a group of tiny demons were climbing Aurelian's body, burrowing into her nose and swimming through her internal organs.

This caused Aurelian to feel a strong discomfort.

She could only stand in front of the wooden door, feeling the cold wind blowing her body.

Suddenly.

The wooden door opened, and there was a tooth-aching "squeak" sound.

Then, a sharp sound suddenly erupted, whistling out from behind the wooden door.

It was as if a pair of ghostly arms reached out from behind the door and grabbed Aurelian's shoulders sharply.

Aurelian's body shook, her brain instantly felt like it was about to melt, and an indescribable fear and pain swept through her body.

Then, her mind suddenly cleared, as if she had woken up from a nightmare.

She looked at the wooden door again, only to find that it was long gone.

The surrounding scene has also changed drastically.

In front of me, there is still the vast scorched earth.

The towering, twisted towers of the past were reduced to smoke and dust.

With that gloomy feeling, it was as if she had been thrown into the bottom of a silent lake in winter, full of cold and death.

Countless soul-like nothingness swirled in the air, pulling half of the body, clinging to the invisible nothingness, and struggling to swim.

A soul streaked across Aurelian's face.

Aurelian even saw the twisted face on the ghost's face, which was terrifying.

For a moment, Aurelian felt her hairs rise upside down, and her face turned pale.

Archduke Barlow seemed to be blind to all this.

Still calmly weaving his way through the terrible ghosts, he struck the ground with his distinctive cane, and continued:

"This is one of the realms of countless dead."

"Thousands of lonely souls who cannot rest in peace."

Looking at the lonely soul floating overhead, Aurelian couldn't help but feel a wave of fear.

The souls of these inanimate beings sent chills through her heart.

She nervously hid behind Archduke Barlow, and from time to time she jumped in fright at some lonely spirit that suddenly rushed towards her.

At this time, she couldn't help but regret it a little.

She shouldn't have come to learn this necromancy.

However, Grand Duke Barlow turned a deaf ear to Aurelian's fears.

As he walked, he continued to introduce Aurelian to the various types of necromancy.

"Here, you can't attack them, you can't force them to submit by force or magic."

"The only thing you can do, there's only one thing."

Archduke Barlow stood back in place, and once more, struck his cane on the ground.

At that moment, the surrounding darkness gradually lit up with a burst of light.

The sky was like a little firefly gradually rising and shattering in all directions.

It was like a fine golden dust, spreading towards the lonely souls floating around.

"Use the gentlest magic to touch gently."

"To connect deeply, to purify purely."

The magic of light softly illuminates the lone souls, twisting them into shapes and gradually submerging them.

A warm and soft power is like a gentle embrace, and the soul gradually calms down in this warm whirlpool.

"Listen to their last wishes, appease their twisted souls."

Under the illumination of the light, the mutilated bodies of the souls were gradually repaired by the bursts of magic.

The naked soul body ignited a dark green flame, converging towards the Grand Duke of Barlow.

"Finally, let them be convinced and turn them into your own strength."

The magic gradually turned into a heavy armor that covered the bodies of the souls.

They wielded cold and hard weapons, and the dark green flames beneath them seemed to provide them with endless power.

Like loyal warriors, these turned into the souls of the dead, neatly lined up in front of the Grand Duke.

They fell to their knees on one knee and showed great respect for the Grand Duke.

But above this sky, there is still a soul left.

Archduke Barlow turned away, looked at the soul that had been deliberately left behind by him, and said:

"Aurelian."

"Now, you try ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the Grand Duke was stunned.

I was a little surprised.

For the first time, his eyes widened slightly.

Grand Duke Barlow subconsciously looked down.

I saw that Aurelian also lowered her head, as if she was afraid, and her eyes were closed.

One hand trembled in front of his chest, while the other hand clutched the corner of his clothes.

It's like I'm looking for some sense of security.

The Grand Duke looked at her with a little astonishment, and asked in a deep voice:

"You...... Scared? ”

Aurelian's eyes were closed, her body trembling slightly, and she couldn't even respond.

The Grand Duke looked down at her, his eyes revealing a bit of helplessness and a little nostalgia.

Like, really like......

Aurelian, your mother, was like you.

"That'...... There's not much that can be done. ”

With the light blow of the cane in his hand, those dead souls seemed to be gently blown away by the wind, like sand and dust, scattered on the earth.

Even the last lonely soul was ignited by the dark green flame, turning into a touch of starlight and gradually dissipating.

The whole lonely land, only the deep voice of the Grand Duke of Barlow echoed.

With a little softness, a little submissiveness.

"Let's go."

"Let grandpa teach you something else."