The next morning, the June sunshine shines through the colored glass skylight and onto the smooth terrazzo floor.
This is the candlelight hall of the Third Prince's Palace in Ice Blue City. In the iron cage on the top, the candlelight remains still and will never go out.
A black-robed wizard stood in the middle of the hall, with his hands hanging down. His clothes were glowing with a faint blue light, seeming to be resisting the scorching environment.
Trilis, who gained bloodline power by giving birth to the offspring of the Balrog, has an irresistible love for fire. Flames are everywhere where she operates.
On the high platform made of black crystal, the water mist was hazy, and one could only barely make out the blurry outline of the figure in the mist. Sexy, enchanting, and frighteningly beautiful.
However, the black-robed wizard standing there was not affected at all, like a piece of rotten wood cut off from all emotions and desires, his body and soul were dead.
"National Master, I want to hear your opinion on my good daughter."
A faint voice came from the fog, cold and calm, emotionless.
"My lord..."
After a long silence, the black-robed wizard spoke. His voice was hoarse and low, extremely unpleasant, and did not sound like the sound of a living person at all.
"It has become a fact that the princess has been promoted to heaven, so we can only leave it to her."
"So, I can only watch her take away my cake?" the voice in the fog asked, as if the rapids were surging under the calm sea, already filled with overwhelming anger.
There is no wind, and the candlelight flickers.
"My lord, please calm down. I mean what I say, and I dare not deceive you." The black-robed wizard knelt down and said.
"National Master, please get up..." The voice in the fog returned to calmness, and the candlelight stopped shaking.
The black-robed wizard knelt there, motionless. A sigh came from the fog, "You followed me from Neuss, and you have been loyal for many years. I know it."
"Master, I don't have much time for this old slave. I just want to watch you..." The black-robed wizard raised his head and looked at the figure in the fog without finishing the second half of the sentence.
"I understand." The voice in the fog was a little melancholy.
"The most important thing right now is this small piece of land." The black-robed wizard stood up and pointed at his feet and said, "The royalists recently proposed a new bill, wanting to hand over the military power of the Imperial Guards to Great Prince. This move has far-reaching plans and we have to guard against it."
"Hmph!" A cold voice came from the fog, "If that old fox really dares to agree, I don't mind fighting to the death!"
"My lord, calm down. If your Majesty agrees, we can definitely ask for the military power of the Dragon Scale Guard. The third prince is also a prince, so he can't..."
Halfway through his words, the black-robed wizard suddenly stopped. The voice in the fog was also silent and did not ask. As if tacitly understanding each other, both of them remained silent. The hall fell into silence, and only the faint sound of the fire could be heard.
"Click when..."
After a long time, a side door in the hall opened. The door made of wooden piles has thick iron bars across it and is fixed with large willow nails. It is extremely heavy. When the door opens, it makes a dull and clear sound.
The door was a deep, dark arched passage, and a tall, thin, middle-aged young man with fair skin and wearing a white gold cotton robe came out. He was about thirty-five or six years old, with slightly sunken eye sockets, looking a little sickly.
A male Holy Light cultist in a short red robe with a golden cross embroidered in the middle followed him, half a body behind him, holding his left arm with his right hand.
"Dear Ryan, good morning." A soft voice came from the fog, kind and bright, without any pretense.
"Dear Trilis, good morning." Third Prince Ryan said to the figure in the fog with a smile.
There was peace and tranquility in his eyes, but behind him, the black eyes hidden in the red hood flashed with a trace of hatred and fear.
"Where are you going to play today?" The voice in the mist said with a hint of joy.
"I heard that the peonies in the West Garden are blooming and they are colorful. We are going to take a look today." As he spoke, Ryan looked at the man beside him, his eyes as gentle as water.
"Well, I wish you have a good time." The voice in the fog was concerned, as if he was very concerned about the man in the hall, and then warned, "Be careful on the road and be careful not to fall."
"I will pay attention, thank you, Triris." Ryan said, and then walked out of the hall with the support of the male cultivator.
From beginning to end, the mist lingering on the high platform did not dissipate.
After a while, Ryan and the two walked out of the palace and entered a green corridor.
Ivy is entwined on the top, old trees are entwined on both sides, and streams are gurgling. The breeze blows slowly, the kingfisher sings, and the flowers smell.
The stone pillars carved with white jade are stacked in layers, and there is no end as far as the eye can see. The carvings on each stone pillar are completely different. There are angels and children, fruits and trees, flowers and vines, birds and animals, as well as ladies and gentlemen, maids and guards, all in different shapes and lifelike.
This corridor connects various palaces and gardens in the inner city of Ice Blue City. It is called "The Corridor of Dreams". It is taken from the poem of the famous bard Wang Beishan, "The quiet night sky, hundreds of flowers fall into dreams", so it is also called the "Corridor of Hundreds of Flowers". .
The streams here are all drawn from Longxin Lake, and then undergo secondary sedimentation and filtration in the reservoir, making them crystal clear, cool and clean.
"I don't understand why you are so polite to that Bichi, she is the one who wants to steal your throne!" The man in red robe looked around, and after making sure there was no one around, he complained to Ryan.
"Honey, please don't say that. Without her wings, we wouldn't be where we are now." Ryan comforted.
"I hate that Bichi, she will kill us sooner or later." The man in red robe said.
"Although Triris is a little fierce to others, she is still very gentle to me." Ryan said.
"Oh my god, can't you see, she's just pretending! Her heart is more poisonous than a snake and a scorpion. Just a few days ago, she shaved off Count Rossi's frame!" the man in red robe said excitedly.
"That's because Count Rossi made a mistake. Well, let's not talk about this topic, okay? The beautiful peony is our theme today." Ryan said softly.
"Rosie made a mistake? Well, even if he made a mistake, then you say..." The man in red robe raised his voice, "She kills the maids for fun every day, what does it count? It's only been a few months this year, and she has already Eighty-six maids have been replaced!"
"That's because they made a mistake." Ryan's voice was a little colder, and then softened again, "Okay, don't say any more, I'm begging you..."
"Don't be afraid of that Bichi, she is nothing. The Presbyterian Council has already..."
Before he finished speaking, the voice stopped suddenly, and a sharp knife emerged from the chest of the man in red robe. Blood filled the air and instantly stained the golden cross red.
"Uh, uh..."
The man in red robe lowered his head and stared blankly at the ripper knife shining brightly on his chest. He turned his head with difficulty and wanted to say something to his lover, but only a series of blood bubbles appeared in his throat.
Ryan looked at the former, his eyes as calm as water, without a trace of ripples.
"Uh hehe hehe..."
High-pitched laughter came from behind the man in red robe, but there was nothing there.
Gradually, a translucent figure appeared in the air. From virtual to real, the figure is revealed. Looking closely, he saw a tall woman holding the handle of the knife and slowly cutting downwards. In an instant, blood surged out like a fountain, splattering on her tight black leather pants, like a blooming demon flower.
The surrounding air was distorted, and black figures appeared on both sides of the corridor. They were wearing the same leather clothes and leather trousers, with eye patches on their faces, red lips like fire, and a ripper hanging from their waists.
Ryan's eyes remained unchanged, as if he was used to such scenes.
These women are all members of Trilis' succubus army, named "Black Widows", and some people will call them "black bitches" privately.
They come from the deepest part of the undercurrent of time and space - the deep glacier. The body is permanently frozen, immortal, and falls into endless sleep. It is a semi-evil spirit. It uses the spiritual energy of Triris to replace the physical body. As long as it carries enough spiritual potions, it can walk in the regular world for a long time.
They are natural assassins. They are agile and move quickly. They use two sharp ripper knives as weapons and are proficient in charge shock as a long-range attack method. When necessary, they can fly out the ripper knives in their hands and attack them a hundred meters away. Take human life. It is usually invisible and only reveals itself when attacking or declaring strength.
They voluntarily give up their eyesight and use ultrasonic waves similar to those of bats to determine terrain and location, so they often laugh nervously. Through these laughter, they can obtain more precise positioning than sight.
They are bloodthirsty and cruel, and are proficient in all kinds of torture. Their only pleasure is to torture their prey and listen to their screams and wails. Among them, the best skills are "death by a thousand cuts" and "electric shock to hell". Notorious and frightening.
"Triris thinks you should change your boyfriend."
The black widow pushed away the body of the man in red robe, wiped the blood off the knife, and said to Ryan. Since they are semi-spiritual beings whose bodies are sleeping in the deep glaciers, they have a certain IQ and can think and communicate like half normal people. But when they are asleep, their thoughts will jump out like dreams, and most of the time they will act according to instinct. Of course, this is without explicit instructions from Triris, so they will make their own decisions.
Semi-spiritual beings are very special and rare existences. Only a handful of legendary powerhouses can enter the deep glaciers and resonate with them.
"He is indeed a bit boring." Ryan said, his eyes still calm.
"There is a lieutenant named Seiichiro Yamada in the Dragon Scale Guards. We can introduce him to him." The black widow said.
"Another day..." Ryan said, "Beautiful peonies are today's theme." Although there was no more expression on his face, there was a hint of unspeakable weariness in his voice.
"As you wish." The black widow nodded and said, and then gradually disappeared.
Starting from her, the black widows standing on both sides disappeared one by one, like extinguished street lights. In the end, all that was left was an empty corridor and a lonely prince.
"The quiet night sky, hundreds of flowers dreaming, the mist and rain in the ice city, seem real and illusory, the cattails and candle lights, soothing my heart..."
In the melancholy poem, the tall and thin figure slowly disappears between the pillars.
