Around the campfire, red flames crackled as dry branches burned, and the horses were divided and put on the grill. Apparently Joshua was well fed and sleeping soundly.

"When are we going to return to Floating City? Geraint asked, chewing on horse meat. This time is coming, and the purpose of their trip is to go back to Floating City to find clues. Since the case was never finally heard, the king's body was laid quietly in the inner courtyard of the palace, and the ice magic was released to prevent the corpse from decomposing. "The evidence of the snake venom has definitely been destroyed by Parsa, and the only thing we can use is the king's corpse. They would not have dared to bury the king's body until I had been caught and convicted. Byron also took up the dagger and cut the horse's meat into smaller pieces for easy storage.

Looking at Joshua sleeping beside him, Geraint couldn't help but reach out and stroke his face and comb his hair. "What shall we do, Your Majesty," he said, "that we must not take him with us in such a dangerous operation?"

"Drink water," Byron said thoughtfully. He leaned over the leather pouch, aimed it to his mouth, and began to swallow, water spilling from the corners of his mouth. Apparently having just been freed from prison and having gone through so many days of travel, Byron was still a little weak, thirsty, and hungry. Such a piece of wild horse meat was simply roasted over a fire, without any condiments, and the smell of blood was still clearly audible. But the smell of barbecue was enough to satisfy Byron. "Let me think about it!"

"It's been three days since we've been out of Floating City," Jaylant said. Geraint stood up lightly and walked slowly to Byron's side, their stern faces shining in the dark of the night. "The main thing is that we will not feel safe if we do not take His Majesty the King with us, no matter where he is left alone. ”

"If we bring His Majesty the King with us, we won't be able to act together when we enter Floating City, so the goal is too obvious. Byron said.

"By the way, we need to dress up when we enter Floating City, right?" asked Geraint.

"I've got this ready," Byron said, "and Jona left with a bag of magic potions that could be transformed at will. Byron pulled out a small purple bag from his bosom, the mouth of which was faintly fluorescent. This is an ancient magic that has been passed down in the Gaia continent, and the entire Reims Kingdom is proficient in this kind of magic by some high-level magicians who can understand ancient Gaia, and Jona is one of them.

"That's great," said Geraint, "and if you change your appearance, no one will recognize the King, even in Floating City." ”

"However, the effect of this magic potion only lasts for three days, and after three days, it will return to its original form, and then you will need to continue using the potion. Byron shook his head. He knew very well that the worst thing that could happen with this magic was the moment when he suddenly returned to his original self. He and Geraint can grasp the timing of the advance and retreat according to the actual situation, but Joshua is still just a child, can he guarantee that he will not show his feet?

On this cold and damp night, even if the fire is burning, it may not be warm. Joshua had fallen asleep early after eating, but he hadn't fully fallen asleep at all, and he had woken up when Geraint was stroking him, and had been eavesdropping on his conversation with Jon - but maybe it was just a dream! "Now we can only take one step at a time, after all, in the eyes of everyone, we are all rebels who kidnapped the king. Byron continued, "Parsa now controls most of the forces of the kingdom of Reims, and even if His Majesty the King is willing to help us, how many of them will obey the orders of a little child? ”

Geraint sighed, "If only there was the kind of magic that could think with your brain and become anyone you see." ”

"I've never seen anything like it so far," Byron said, "but I remember that there was a special race on the continent of Gaia that had similar abilities. Byron remembered and said, "But that's all legend, not necessarily true." ”

"You're saying that this race has a connection with the Holy Demon War?" said Geraint, who seemed to think of something.

"Yes," Byron said, "I've heard Jona mention it. When she was consulting some ancient books, she found accounts of this race. Joshua listened with relish as he pretended to be asleep, and his soft breath came through his nostrils.

"It's just a legend, after all," Gerante said.

"It seems that you also know the way," said Byron, "this is a magical race, with extraordinary abilities. ”

"Succubus?"

"That's right, the people of the succubus clan have the ability to imitate the appearance of others, just by seeing what the other person looks like, they can transform into that person's appearance, and they can imitate their voice and demeanor vividly. It's just that some high-level magicians and knights like us have a strong fighting spirit, and they can't imitate them because of their limitations and their own abilities. However, some of the higher elemental succubi are different......"

"Elemental succubus," Gerantt said, "is that the fighting spirit and magical attributes that we high-ranking knights and those high-ranking magicians have?"

Byron nodded: "As we all know, we knights and many magicians on the Gaia continent will have their corresponding attributes after the Dou Qi or magic is generated, which is determined by a person's talent. Of course, many people have never had a good understanding of what kind of attribute is in their body in their lives. Generally, self-awareness is only achieved after growing to a higher level. ”

"Lord Byron should have already understood what kind of attribute his fighting spirit belongs to, right?"

"If nothing else, my Dou Qi should be an attribute of the earth element. Byron picked up a pebble from the ground and threw it into the fire, and tiny sparks burst out of the fire, and a long white flame stretched out like a girl on tiptoe. "You see, I can produce some power by injecting fighting energy into this stone, and the attribute of the stone is also earth. ”

"If nothing else, commanders like Lord Roger and Master Miranda with naval talent should all have water elemental attributes, right?" Geraint squinted and asked, "So it seems that your fighting spirit happens to be their nemesis." ”

"The same is true of the Elemental Succubus, who are said to have the highest seven members. The Succubus of Light and the Succubus of Darkness are the leaders of the entire succubus clan, supplemented by the succubi of fire, thunder, wind, earth, and water. They can mimic people with the same fighting spirit and magic as them, especially the two great succubi, light and dark. The Dark Succubus can mimic all other human races except the Light Attribute, and the Light Magnificus can imitate all humans. Byron thought for a moment and said.

"I can't imagine that we can talk so far at this moment, okay, get some rest, and we'll be back in Floating City tomorrow. Byron took care of it, and divided the fresh water from the dried wild horse. "Not bad," said Geraint, blinking at the grain, and whispering, "I still wonder how easily His Majesty the King can deal with this ferocious wild horse of the north. ”

"According to what Ray Fist Chang once said," Byron grinned toothy at Geraint.

"An old proverb from the East?" asked Geraint, "I seem to understand what you're talking about." ”

"What language is a proverb?" Byron shook his head with a smile, "I don't praise my thoughts. ”

"Are you sure, Lord Arthur?" Outside the temple gates, the real game of chess between Geraint and Arthur continued.

"That's right, in the test of the fifth level, sometimes the brave who need to be tested do not let go of any detail. Arthur lifted a "castle" and killed him in a straight line, "because the trials they were about to face were real to themselves." And sometimes every movement or conversation can be a hint of the challenge they will face next," Geraint jumped out of the way and looked up at the temple door, as if he saw another version of himself. How nice it would be if I could accompany His Royal Highness the Prince to the trials of the Temple!