Lord of the Silver Crow

When Yago opened his eyes again, he had already returned to the chaotic area like a contradictory space.

And at this moment, before his eyes, the door on the floating unsupported wall collapsed with a dull cracking sound.

Countless floating stones replaced the existence of that stone wall in Yago's vision.

And then, Yago also suddenly felt some wonderful changes.

Influence.

I can have a greater impact on this chaotic space.

As if some burden had been removed?

So, can I get out of here?

Tentatively, Yago tried to use his strength.

But the result was not good, not so good.

He could feel a heavy pressure blocking him in this space.

I also need to eliminate some burdens.

After realizing the benefits brought to him by the shattered stone slab, Yago had such a realization in his heart.

Taking steps slowly, Yago, in the posture of a headless horseman, stretched out his hand towards other things in his vision.

Following his wonderful perception, Yago found a broken pillar.

Just like touching the unsupported floating stone wall just now, Yago stretched out his hand, and made a grabbing movement based on his feeling.

A piece of seemingly ordinary gravel was removed from the broken pillar. In his hands, the palm-sized gravel began to twist and deform, and the outline of the door appeared on the broken pillar.

A hollow that perfectly matched the distorted shape of the crushed stone in his hand appeared on the door.

Fresh for the first time and familiar for the second time, Yago inserted the key in his hand and pushed the door open.

This time, the place he entered was a bustling banquet place.

The giant pillars full of patterns enclose a space, decorated with the giant pillars of complicated patterns, it makes the place look like a temple.

The huge banquet hall is generally divided into two concentric circles.

In the center, that is, on the huge high platform surrounded by the giant pillars, on the ground full of gorgeous patterns and decorations, there are already countless people moving around.

And the outer side of the concentric circle is much shorter than the central high platform.

Full of all kinds of motionless puppets.

Yago's line of sight swept over the puppets with broken bodies or broken clothes.

Like trash, the figures are stacked underneath.

as if.

The general who was thrown off from that huge high platform.

Yago saw some puppets dressed like bards, with all kinds of old or broken stringed instruments around them.

After a brief stop, Yago walked up the high platform along the spiral staircase on the outer ring.

There are also countless dolls on the stairs on the second floor.

The countless moving figures that Yago saw just now were also puppets.

These dolls, which look like real people, seem to have not noticed Yago at all, and they are moving on their own like a machine.

Most of them dance enthusiastically or gracefully in pairs.

There are also dolls who stand on the edge and help themselves to food on the table near the edge.

Like those puppets, the decorations are obviously not real food.

While being able to clearly identify these puppets, Yago watched them chat happily in groups of twos and threes at the self-service table for food as if they were real living people.

And in the center of this weird scene, directly opposite to where Yago walked up, on the tall steps extending from the high platform, a stone chair with a wide back stands erect on the extended steps.

And on the steps, there is a female doll lying halfway?

Although the woman looked like a doll, and could even clearly see the movable joints on her exposed limbs, Yago could also clearly realize that the other party was different from other dolls.

In such a judgment, he spoke in Yalf:

Who are you?

Without any disguise of identity, without any deceitful opening statement, Yago asked this question very directly.

And Yago's judgment was not wrong.

who I am?

Perhaps the lord of the Gray Crystal, 'The Unsullied Crystal, the Gray Lady of the Bottomless Marsh'—the Marsh Lady.

Maybe it's a puppet she made out of her loneliness.

Maybe it's a part of her that cannot be completely erased even if she passes away.

With an almost mechanical sense, an unnatural female voice came from the extended high platform.

The Unscaled Crystal, the Gray Lady of the Bottomless Marsh.

Greetings?

It can be used as a self-proclaimed word, and it is also a greeting when meeting a powerful wizard.

In addition to the self-proclaimed Buried Stone Ridge, Rock Rock Explorer of the giant stone face before, Yago is enough to be sure of some things.

Of course Yago still remembered that, as far as he knew, the old nobles had a unique greeting etiquette.

The connection between the ancient nobles and wizards is also now evident.

Yago looked at the puppet woman lying lazily on the high seat.

Apart from the obvious features of a puppet, the other party's robe-like attire has sparkling crystals similar to crystals on the corners, as well as irregular brown-gray lines.

The costume is similar to the style of the wizard who called himself Clover Sera that I met before.

However, in the other party's words

Stainless Crystal? Gray Lady?

Yago very honestly expressed his unfamiliarity with the identity of the other party.

He didn't know why, but he somehow felt that he should do this.

Haven't heard of it?

The half-lying body of a doll-like woman sat up slightly, and looked at Yago with empty eye sockets without eyeballs. After a short silence, she said:

The taste of silver in the stars, are you the reformed knight of that earl?

I don't know. Yago responded honestly, The era of wizards is over.

Yago replied with what the blood banquet emperor had said.

The era of wizards is over? Which race is the victory?

The doll-like woman asked such a question.

Which race won? What does it mean?

Yago asked very straightforwardly.

And after hearing his words, the puppet-like woman was silent for a while:

It seems that the era of wizards has indeed passed.

Unlike the tacit agreement reached with the giant stone face to reveal information to each other, this doll-like woman did not describe anything in detail.

However, the other party will say this sentence.

What's the meaning? Is the question what race wins common sense in the age of wizards?

However, Yago soon remembered what that Clover Sera said.

Frostblood, Elf, Human, God

victory? Race?

At this moment, the female puppet left the seat and stood up:

It's better for me to observe it myself.

In an instant, Yago felt a terrifying malice.