On the top of the steps, there is a very old-looking stone square, the ground is paved with large pieces of rough granite, and at a glance you can only see a huge mountain a few hundred meters away, which has been cut into a flat façade, and stands there extremely thrilling and abruptly, like the stage background of a grand theater. This made several mercenaries feel inexplicable, but all doubts could not be hung on their faces, they were playing the role of noble relatives of the Tolan family at the moment.

Marlen, who was holding the little pudding, waved his hand at them, and several people hurried two steps and stood behind him, Pudding turned his back to Marlen, and looked at them with a squeezing eyebrow, and everyone finally noticed the pattern under their feet, so they followed Maren in the same way, standing in a circle more than one meter wide.

"Let's go," Maren whispered, and then a flash of light flashed from the edge of the pattern beneath their feet, reaching the canopy of heaven to form ten thick pillars of light.

The crowd at the foot of the stairs immediately talked about this scene,

"Who the hell are they, how could they all go in?"

"yes, why can even ordinary guards go in?"

"Don't talk about the guards, even that inferior officer shouldn't be qualified!"

"I guess it's because of that fat boy, the always arrogant Commander Mullen actually took him away himself......"

"And we saw that little fat man on the road, he was dressed like an outcast, and he didn't look like a person of status."

"That doesn't have to be ......"

At the same time, Leon had come to their senses in a dazzling light, and the spatial transfer portal teleported them to a white corridor. Before the Falling Moon Era, this spatial teleportation technology had already matured, and as long as there was a corresponding sending and receiving device, it could teleport between two points instantaneously, which was a bit like a magic array in mythology. The only drawback is that it requires a huge amount of energy, which is definitely not something that ordinary people can afford.

However, at this time, except for Lockdorjee who knew about this teleportation, Leon and the others thought that they had sunk into the ground of the huge square.

After the aperture under their feet disappeared, several people began to look around. There is no end in sight to the promenade, flanked by slender tall white columns lined into the distance, covered with embossed vines and leaves, which are complex and rhythmic in beauty. The top of the pillar directly extends a complex arc, overlapping each other at a height of more than 20 meters above, and there are large glass inlays between the gaps, which are illuminated by gorgeous large crystal lamps floating in the air, reflecting each other.

The magnificence and splendor of the place made several mercenaries hold their breath, and Leon felt strangely suffocated, feeling out of place with all this opulence. He didn't know that this feeling was precisely the coercion that the owner of the building wanted to express.

"Uncle Maren, why did you come to the Vurther Palace?" asked the little pudding strangely, it seemed that he was not unfamiliar with this place, but it was obviously unusual to come to this place at this time.

"Your Excellency, there is no time to explain now, the conclusion ceremony has begun...... Oh, I'm afraid you'll have to explain your dress to Marshal Tolan in a moment," Mullen took the pudding in his arms and walked quickly towards the end of the corridor, his steps were as fast as a drum, but he was still walking, and running here was not allowed.

"Closing ceremony?" Leon pondered the strange term, looked at Lockdorjee, and quietly shoved his brain into his ear. At the same time, he was still thinking about another situation, which seemed to be that Volcano Tolan did not know that his dear grandson had been missing for almost sixty days.

What's going on?

The group also followed in Mullen's footsteps, and for them, following Mullen was like following behind a toddler. Eventually, they reached the end of the corridor, where there was a heavily guarded gate. Although it was still covered with white relief patterns, Leon could tell at a glance that it was a heavy, sturdy metal door, which contained a variety of defense and identification techniques behind the relief, and like those slender high columns, the style was ancient, and sophisticated detection instruments could be hidden everywhere.

Behind the door is the famous White Hall.

At this time, no less than 600 people gathered in the hall of thousands of square meters, which was a little too crowded for this hall mainly used for deliberations, but the ceremony carried out at this moment has far-reaching political significance, and it seems that it can only be held in this hall.

The fine crystal ball above his head that was gathered in the center of the four circles looked like a huge glowing jellyfish floating high, and those brilliant lights pierced his eyes, and Leon suddenly had an unreal hallucination, he seemed to have been here, but how could this be?

On the platform in the center of the hall, there was a tall and thin old man giving a speech, and the crowd was so dense that it was impossible to see his clothes, and there was a circle of gorgeous patterns flowing over the platform, mixed with a sentence, but Leon couldn't read it. The atmosphere of the scene was serious and heavy,

"It's an engagement ceremony" Locke Dorjee's brain waves came immediately, but they were immediately stopped by Leon with his eyes, their weapons and brain waves should be as closed as possible in this place full of probes, once discovered, there will be endless trouble.

In the upper city, mercenaries are extremely different from mutants, they are disgusted and despised by ordinary people, and of course, they are more feared.

Leon was still looking at the old man who was speaking, and he vaguely guessed that it should be Darius, the lord of the upper city, although it sounded like just a city lord, not a loud and grand title, but in fact, he could be called the king of the upper city, the emperor of this continent. That's what the nobles called him privately, and Darius seemed to be quite popular.

The solemn and oppressive engagement was still going on, and a moment later the corners of Leon's clothes were pulled, and the little pudding burrowed into him, motioning for them to walk to the other side of the hall.

There, little Pudding's grandfather looked at the platform with a serious face, and the lord of the city, Darius, had finished his ramblings and was announcing that his daughter would be married to a young man from Asia in twenty days.

As the pillar of light that suddenly appeared in mid-air slowly fell, Leon and the others also walked to the old man with a white beard, his round face was almost exactly the same as that of a little pudding, only the eyes like torches, showing that he was a tough soldier, he was holding his hat, and fine beads of sweat were already appearing between the white stubble on the top of his head.

The old man stood relatively far back, which made Locke Dorjee sensitive and puzzled, as the supreme commander of the army, on such an occasion, he should be surrounded by the left and right next to the round platform, he couldn't help but think about it, the old man with a serious face had already whispered to them:

"Follow me"

Leon followed the crowd and walked towards a small door, and he glanced back at the round platform, where the pillar of light had disappeared, and two young men and women loomed inside, presumably Darius's daughter and the Asian. Both of them were dressed in strange red clothes, and the Asian man actually made Leon, who had glanced at him from afar, vaguely feel a little familiar.

He didn't think much of it, and followed everyone out of the white hall.

Grandpa Pudding was a tall old man, quite burly among ordinary people, he was wearing a very formal dark blue military dress, with golden shoulder tassels and dense badges on his chest, and a wide purple ribbon draped diagonally over his shoulders, which made people look a little dizzy. Without saying a word, he threw himself into a row of white soft sofas outside the door, and looked at the group of young people in front of him who were dressed indecently and mixed with four ordinary guards.

"You speak first," he angrily pointed at the pudding,

"Grandpa" Pudding's little face wrinkled and showed an aggrieved expression, and his eyes immediately turned red. Seeing this, Locke Dorjee hurriedly stepped forward and hugged the pudding, and said softly:

"Let me explain it to you."

Twenty minutes later.

"So, someone kidnapped Pudding, and you saved him?" the old man seemed to re-examine the nine men in front of him, "Hmph......" He snorted roughly in his nostrils, his face turned even redder, and suddenly roared loudly:

"Tolan, you're a dead old woman, you don't even know if you've lost your grandson! You stupid dead old woman, you wouldn't have let Pudding go to you if I had known......

This startled several mercenaries, completely unaware of why, the little pudding hurriedly climbed on the old man's knees, covered his grandfather's mouth with his little hands, and said obediently:

"Grandpa, this is Witte Palace, you want to save face for grandma here, if you want to scold, go home and scold again"

"No! I won't spare that dead old woman this time! It's enough for her to have those idiots full of brain muscles, don't beat my good grandson's idea again!" the old man hugged the pudding and snorted, but his voice was much quieter, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this, and at this moment, a majestic voice sounded:

"Who's speaking ill of me?"

"Grandma......" A more delicate call sounded, and the little pudding rolled down from his grandfather's arms and rushed towards a figure not far away, it was an old lady in a white military dress, the ribbon on her body turned out to be golden, and her straight waist did not have a trace of age, if it was not full of silver threads, it would not even be obvious her age.

"This is the real Supreme Marshal," Locke Dorgi whispered, and the people standing behind him were all stunned.

"Grass!!!!

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PS: I don't know why, I've always been a little afraid of old ladies, they're monsters from alien planets like children!