Fang Plover picked up the staff.
Suddenly, the scepter gradually lost its splendor in his hand, revealing its true appearance - eleven inches and a quarter long, able to be held in one hand, with the national emblem of the Kaolin Kingdom mottled and faded.
Tiny whispers lingered in the empty room.
He held the scepter, and the voices in his ears suddenly gathered from all directions, becoming clear and audible. It was an old plea:
"Mr. Manlo, don't just watch, come and help me...ah, it hurts me to death, these damn thieves. There are also His Majesty the King's Knights of the Dawn, which are of no use at all, and I don't know how to leave any one behind." Someone come and help me.”
A sharp and thin voice said: "That's not true, I asked them to leave, respected Lord Deklan."
"You? Forget it, it's better to catch those lawless guys, otherwise they will definitely cause trouble for me at the celebration."
"Don't worry, the celebration will be held as scheduled."
"Thank you, Mr. Manlo, I never knew you were such a talkative guy before."
"That's not true, I'm just talking to myself."
"Talk to yourself?"
"Do you know why I asked the knights to leave?"
"Why? Isn't it to catch those two damn thieves?"
"That's not true. It's just that there are many people and it's inconvenient to do things."
"It's not convenient...wait, what do you want to do!? Guard, guard! Don't come over-ah!"
In the dark room, the screams stopped suddenly.
There was a sound of metal colliding, which was the sound of a long sword being thrown to the bottom.
"Ah," the sharp and thin voice said: "What a poisonous sword, what a vicious paladin. Don't worry, Lord Deklan, I will help you avenge -"
The sound was like withered leaves, picked up by the night wind, and gradually faded away.
In the darkness, stood an old man whose face was as pale as a corpse. The disgusting white patches on his forehead were particularly conspicuous in the moonlight.
Fang Yu and Sylvide looked at the old man quietly and said, "Is this regret, Mr. Deklen?"
"I want revenge all the time, young man." The old man's voice was like sand.
Fang Yu shook his head: "You still haven't understood where you went wrong."
"That doesn't matter, I just want revenge."
"Maybe I'll help you, but not for you."
"That doesn't matter," the old man glanced at him: "Remember your words, young man."
His voice faded into the darkness.
Fang Yu looked at the scepter in his hand, and a line of small words appeared on it:
'Remorse is like poison, biting the heart——'
Scepter of Regret.
Sylvide looked at him silently from the side, then stepped forward and helped him push open a door that appeared in the darkness.
The two of them had never communicated, but they seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding, and Fang Yu acquiesced to her actions.
The scene changed again.
Ahead was Lady Vineleaf Hotel. The newly painted door was as new as ever. The door was painted with gold, and the sign hanging on the door frame was not as mottled and moss-covered as he saw later.
The name of the hotel was written in cursive script on it, along with a line of smaller text:
'A warm haven for travelers——'
But under the overturning of the nest, there are still eggs. At this moment, where does Dolifen get any warmth and safe haven? Fang Plover walked up the steps and pushed the door open.
Before his hand touched the door, the door suddenly opened from left to right with a bang, and ghost knights appeared out of thin air, pouring into the hotel from both sides of him.
Fang Plover and Sylvester were in this torrent.
I just felt that this scene seemed familiar.
A high-pitched and thin voice shouted out of thin air: "Go and catch them, believers, it is these traitors who killed Lord Deklan!"
Ms. Ivyleaf's hall was surrounded by guards and Dawn Knights.
In their former position are Misu and Dict. "What's going on? How did they know we were here!?"
"Luen is missing."
"You mean Lu En betrayed us?" Misu's face turned pale: "This is impossible, how could he do that!?"
"I didn't say anything," Dict said coldly, "just a statement."
Misu gritted his teeth: "I don't believe Lu En would do that."
"Anyway, break out first."
"Break out separately. Only in this way can we have a chance - Mr. Dict, whoever of us manages to leave must find a way to ruin the celebration."
The older knight nodded.
Knights, cultists and heroes, all illusions vanished.
Fang Yu walked into the hall and suddenly saw a pale young man in the shadow of a corner not far away, looking anxiously in this direction.
But his eyes were empty, as if they were passing through his and Sylvester's bodies.
He had long soft blond hair and looked like he had been drained by alcohol. He was wearing a sailor's shirt and had a bulging bag in his pocket, looking flustered.
Then the image of the young man also disappeared.
Lady Vineleaf's hotel was surrounded by mist, with only one upward staircase, as if inviting him and Sylvade to enter. Sylvide was at his side with him as the leader, while the maid silently carried the stone statue. .
Fang Plover felt that the scepter in his hand seemed to have changed——
He looked down and found that the scepter had attributes:
Scepter of Regret (magic guide, equipment level, D+)
Basic attributes: Attack 44-57
Plug-in additions: Strength slightly increased +, Perception increased +, Shield Protection IV, Shocking Law
Weight: 1.4kg
Interface/output occupancy: main weapon interface, 140M
Requirement level: any level 12
'Under the illusion of Dolifen, those who hold the ring can ignore its level restrictions'
'Remorse is like poison, biting the heart——'
'To rule the armies'
What an ancient magic weapon.
This was Fang Plover's first sigh.
The second puzzling thing is the last three lines of text on the scepter attribute list. They appear in the attribute list and obviously have their own attribute meanings.
But except for the first line of text, which he could understand, the rest was unclear.
"Want to go up?" Sylvide asked, looking at the stairs.
Fang Yu put down his scepter and nodded.
As I walked up to the second floor, I heard a sob.
Then came a more imposing voice: "She trapped you in this place, but you still think about her? Wake up, Jeffrey, you understand who is for everyone in this illusion, go ahead , go and do as I say——"
"No, I can't do that, I can't make the same mistake again and again, Lord Nicol Bolas," the young man begged, sobbing bitterly.
"Haha, do you think I am begging you? Jeffrey, you have sold your soul to the devil, and it is too late for you to regret it now. Do you think you are still a pure and innocent person, a libertine?"
"Sir, but I-"
"No buts."
The voice said more sternly.
The sobs became deeper and intermittent.
"Go, do as I say, Jeffrey, and I will redeem you. You are mine and you don't need to ask for anyone's forgiveness."
"Take it, go get that thing out-"
Fang Plover saw two long shadows in the darkness at the end of the corridor.
They knelt on the ground together and cried bitterly.
An air of arrogance and arrogance, with an air of arrogance and arrogance.
The latter handed something to the former, and Fang Plover saw it clearly - it was a brooch with a dull luster, the mark of a fanatic's sacrifice, and the former stood up sobbing.
"It's too late, Jeffrey, just listen to me."
The woman smiled triumphantly.
Then the shadow gradually faded.
A closed door appeared in front, and a bronze nameplate hung on the door, engraved with the characters of the Kingdom of Kaolin. If translated into the text of the earth, it is a line of simple Arabic numerals:
3007.
Fang Yu opened the door without hesitation.
This was the first time he saw the room where the Papalars had stayed before. It was ordinary and no different from other rooms.
There was a bed, with a short bedside table next to it, and a somewhat mottled wardrobe on one side by the window.
The room was empty, there was nothing else.
The door automatically closed behind them.
But nothing happened.
No phantom, no sound—
Fang Yu looked at the bedside table, which was empty. He thought of the rumors about this room, and seemed to think of something. But Sylvide was already one step ahead of him, taking out a brooch from her arms and placing it there.
Fang Plover took a closer look and saw that it was the mark of martyrdom of a loyal person.
He looked at Sylvester in astonishment. He remembered that this thing was clearly in Parker's hand, and he handed it to the little dwarf with his own hands: "Why is it here with you?"
"Of course Parker gave it to me."
"Did he meet you?"
Sylvide nodded matter-of-factly.
"But why would he give this to you? I clearly told him -"
"Captain doesn't trust me?"
"Of course I don't mean that, but..."
Sylvide smiled slyly: "It's just a joke, don't be so nervous. I exchanged it for him with the 'treasure map'. Mr. Parker is obsessed with money, so of course he agreed."
"Treasure Map?"
"You remember that plan of Hostings Cathedral, don't you?"
"Did you put it away?" Fang Yu suddenly realized.
"Tianlan put it away. Before you let them leave, I asked that cute little girl to get it." The noble girl narrowed her eyes into crescent moons and smiled.
Fang Yu looked at her speechlessly. "Why can't I hide anything from you, Sylvide?"
"Meticulousness is the first virtue of an alchemist," Sylvide expressed her merit: "Besides, wouldn't this come in handy? Who told you not to give me the seal? After all, you still don't trust us. Here you go, Captain."
Fang Yu was no match for this sharp-tongued aristocratic lady, and was quickly defeated.
The two were talking, and the door behind them was quietly pushed open.
The panic-stricken young man sneaked in from there. His face was pale and soulless, as if he had been fished out of the water. His whole body was dripping wet, and his soft blond hair stuck to his pale forehead.
He pressed his back against the door frame, as if using all his strength to stand there and look at the room - it had not changed at all from the way he had seen it before.
It was as if nothing had happened yet, frozen in the day before the celebration.
If, if everything could go back.
The young man recalled all the regrets he had experienced in this long darkness, and couldn't help covering his face with his hands, tears overflowing from between his fingers.
He sobbed and cried.
Until a voice said outside the door: "Go, Jeffrey, don't you want freedom? Freedom is there, very close to you."
But where does freedom come from.
Young people understand in their hearts that everything they do will only lead them to fall into the abyss.
But he couldn't resist, holding something in his hand and slowly approaching. Both Fang Plover and Sylvide turned sideways, allowing him to pass through the middle and approach the bedside table.
Only then did the two of them see that there was a sword on the bedside table.
When Fang Yu saw the sword, he couldn't help but lost his voice——
"Fairy Holy Sword, Garapea!"
The scabbard of the sword.
The hilt of the sword.
The shape of the sword.
It was exactly the same as the one he had seen in Mazak's hand, even the scratches on the emerald on the counterweight were exactly the same.
It was clearly the same sword.
"That's it!" The black shadow outside the door screamed anxiously: "Jeffrey, pick it up and give it to me! Quick, don't hesitate!"
The young man hesitated for a long time.
After placing the things in his hands on the cabinet, Fang Pultru saw that the position was exactly the same as the mark of martyrdom of the loyal ones on the bedside table.
He turned around, blocked the mark with his body, and then slowly picked up the sword.
A ray of light emitted from the sword, rippling like a shock wave, startling all the Fang Plovers in the room. The black figure outside the door screamed and ran back more than ten feet.
But after this vision, the brilliance of the sword wound dimmed, as if it had been contaminated by something, and became dull.
"Yes, that's it!" The black shadow outside the door shouted happily: "Quick, Jeffrey, bring it to me."
The young man hesitated: "Sir, you promise me freedom."
"I promise, give it to me and you will be free. It's useless for me to ask for your soul. You should understand this."
"I trust you once more, my lord."
"You're right, Jeffrey." The person outside the door said softly.
That gentle voice was exactly the same as Shizu's.
Then all illusions disappeared.
There were no young people in the house anymore, and there was no strange, twisted, burning flame-like figure outside the house.
All sounds fell silent.
Only the brooch and the unicorn mark on it were left, shining in the darkness. That was the only thing Jeffrey left in the room.
Fang Yu looked at the brooch, but he only had doubts in his heart.
"Why is it the mark of martyrdom for the loyal?"
"Shouldn't what is here be the sacrifice mark of the fanatic?"
"What happened in between?"
He thought as he picked up the mark.
The name of the mark has also changed——
Seal of No Regrets (Magic Accessory, Equipment Level, D++)
Basic attributes: Perception +12, Analytical ability +21, Willpower modification +33%,
Additional skills: Selfless Holy Word, Pure Heart
Weight: 0.1kg
Occupy: Brooch
Requirement level: any level 15
'Under the illusion of Dolifen, those who hold the ring can ignore its level restrictions'
'Retrograde in desperate situation, dawn breaks——'
'The language of the stars holds a pure soul'
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