Lord of the Continent [Western Fantasy]

After dinner, Xi Xiumi asked the housekeeper to go to the main store to inspect the work tomorrow, the old housekeeper readily agreed and promised to make proper arrangements for the little master.

Xi Xiumi was very satisfied with this, picked up the hot milk, walked upstairs, and prepared to go back to the room to rest.

Stepping slowly on the luxurious marble stairs, there was a dull sound, and there was an indescribable loneliness in this empty big house, but Xi Xiumi had long been used to all of this.

Go upstairs alone, eat alone, sleep alone.

Entering the room, taking off his shoes, Xixiumi stepped on the wool carpet with bare feet, put the milk away, took out the soothing incense from the box and lit it, and finally collapsed on the soft big bed.

"Ah, another boring day!" he sighed, "but it's fun to meet a new friend."

Thinking of the sunny and cute gossip boy Eros, Xi Xiumi twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, picked up the milk and drank it down, put the cup away, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

As night fell, the sky was clear, the sky was full of stars, and a full moon hung high, the entire human kingdom fell silent.

The manor of Xixiu Mi is completely silent. Except for the night watchman, everyone else has already fallen asleep. Outside the manor, there are occasional sporadic civilians, as well as believers of the Church of Light wandering outside the palace, to ensure that there are no visions there. .

The black-haired boy on the big bed had already fallen into a deep sleep. At the same time, the originally peaceful manor began to become "restless".

Those "creatures" hidden in ancient books and lurking in every dark corner of the manor are waiting for him to come to the dream palace again and accept the stalwart power that was once abandoned.

"Why is it foggy again?"

The night watchman yawned, and suddenly found a gray fog on the street outside the manor. The gray fog seemed to have life, and it quickly filled over, covering his sight.

"Wait! Why did I say again?" The knight realized that something was wrong, and immediately shouted: "Quickly inform the steward and the cavalier..."

In an instant, the mist swept in like a tsunami, and the unfinished words of the Night Watch Knight were instantly swallowed up. Together with the entire manor, they were instantly immersed in the thick fog, and everyone in the manor was forced to fall into a deep sleep.

Different from the last time, the fog people learned to be "smart". They guaranteed that when this group of people woke up again, they would not remember anything, instead of being like the knight just now, who still vaguely remembered sporadic fragments about the gray fog.

Xihumi woke up.

The first thing that catches the eye is the dark-colored big bed, which looks very familiar, and then turns to look at this mysterious bedroom... Xi Xiumi sighed heavily.

He is back!

——Dream Palace.

It's strange, Sihumi thought, why doesn't he remember anything that happened here during the day?

"The angel butler won't be waiting for me downstairs again?" Xixiumi said to himself, "Since he is the butler here, it stands to reason that he should stay in this castle all the time."

Thinking of this, Xixiumi turned over and planned to get out of bed and go to the first floor to see if Hersius was still there, but before his feet touched the ground, the handsome angel butler quietly appeared beside him before.

Hersius is wearing a slim butler uniform, which makes his perfect figure even more upright. His left eye wears a clip-on silver-rimmed single lens, which makes him look elegant and ascetic. The black and white wings on his back are folded together, declaring His special angel status.

"Remember to wear your shoes, Sihumi."

As he said that, Hersius knelt down on one knee, picked up a pair of exquisitely crafted shoes, and gently held Xixiumi's white bare feet with his slender hands, carefully putting them into the shoes.

There is no way, this dream palace will change according to his true inner thoughts. He subjectively thinks that he sleeps on the bed without wearing shoes, so every time he comes here, he will be barefoot.

Hersius' hands were dry and warm, caressing Sishoumi's skin lightly, made him feel an indescribable joy, but he was still a little uncomfortable, which was too embarrassing.

"Wait!" Xi Xiumi whispered, "I can wear it myself."

However, when he finished speaking, the attentive angel butler had "made his own way" to help him put on a pair of shoes.

Hersius still knelt on the ground, looked up at the young man's bright black eyes, and said softly, "I have another pair here. You can put them on yourself when you come here next time."

Xi Xiumi: "..."

Hersius got up, resumed his gentlemanly and polite appearance, and smiled at Xixiumi: "Welcome back, Lord Xixiumi."

Xixiu Mi: "……………"

Looking at the upright Hersius, Xixiumi had no choice but to swallow what he wanted to say, then got out of bed and walked towards the door, followed by Hersius immediately.

Xi Xiumi comforted herself while walking: the same is true for the servants and maids in the manor, they are also willing to take the initiative to serve him, wishing to follow him in the bath, waiting for his orders, Hersius is no different from them!

The nobles of the Italian Kingdom have always been very particular. They regard this kind of life as a symbol of noble status. It is normal to be served by servants, so he has nothing to reject!

Thinking of rejection, for some reason, Xixiumi suddenly recalled the temperature and touch of Hersius' palm. That feeling was very strange. Except for a little discomfort, he was not disgusted or repelled...

At this moment, the two came to the first floor. When Xixiumi saw the familiar long table and the ancient books on the table, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind, which also made him temporarily forget the fluctuation in his heart just now.

The handsome angel butler, the mysterious palace, the unexpected visitors, and the weird contents in ancient books... All these combined together made him seem to have grasped some key points.

"Could you come over and chat with me?" He said in a deep voice, "I have some questions to ask you, Steward Hersius."

"I seem to know where this place is..."

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The crystal chandelier above the head exudes golden light, like a holy object of the Church of Light, very bright, but extremely heavy.

Firmia sat upright in front of the vanity mirror, looking at her beautiful face in the mirror.

A head of iconic long golden hair, shining brightly, with the same milky skin as the late mother, ice green eyes, and delicate melon-seeded face, it is shockingly beautiful.

However, all this brought her disaster.

Just yesterday, Firmia just learned that her father had issued an order to send her to marry and marry to another country to become a princess.

This father, who once brought her warmth, has already converted to the Church of Light. He doesn’t care about state affairs, but only wants to live forever. Since she was in the test, the light affinity value was zero, and she was not recognized by the church. As the Holy Maiden of Light, she no longer loves her.

It is obvious that her country is very powerful, and there is no need for the so-called kinship, just because the damned leader in red slandered her in front of her father, and as the second princess of the Itiniti Kingdom, she will be regarded as a marriage between the two countries. victim of.

The Church of Light now seems to spread throughout the entire human kingdom. Firmia understands that it is difficult for her to fight against it with her own strength, but she stubbornly wants to fight.

She doesn't want her fate to be decided by others - fate can only be controlled by herself!

Firmia's mother was once obsessed with theological culture and kept many precious theological books and props. Among them was a mysterious handbook that could summon unknown gods and strange creatures. Perhaps those unknown gods could help her, So Firmia wanted to give it a try.

The father arranged many servants to monitor her privacy, and Firmia has been very careful to deal with it. She has been sitting here for half an hour, and after confirming that there is no abnormal sound outside the door, she got up, carefully locked the door, and put the heavy The curtains are drawn.

Firmia pulled out a small box from under the bed and took out the mysterious handbook. After a short hesitation, she finally made up her mind to pierce her thumb with a silver needle and wipe the blood that flowed out on the magic circle inside the handbook. on the pattern.

There was no need to recite any incantations, the moment the bleeding finger touched the magic circle, a strange scene immediately appeared in front of Firmia's eyes.

The room is filled with gray mist, vague and huge shadows are moving in the mist, rustling whispers are continuous, and before the bedside detector can sound an alarm, it is crushed into pieces by an unknown heavy object , leaving a viscous liquid.

Firmia couldn't see what kind of monster it was. Under the thick fog, she could only vaguely see its huge body. She suddenly regretted that she seemed to have summoned some terrifying creature, but she didn't know how to end it.

Will she die?Firmia thought.

No!Perhaps the entire manor will be swallowed by the monster in the mist.

The fear reached its peak in an instant, and Firmia subconsciously wanted to escape, so she slowly moved towards the door while observing the unknown creature hidden in the mist.

Fortunately, nothing scary came out of the fog from the beginning to the end. Firmia hurriedly opened the door and ran out. Just as she was about to catch her breath, she was stunned by everything in front of her eyes.

What was supposed to be outside the door of the long corridor aisle turned into a void at this time, and there was thick gray fog everywhere, and in the thick fog, a majestic and splendid palace stood impressively.

Firmia only felt that the palace was very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere when she was a child, but it was only a vague fragment, which existed in the depths of her subconscious mind and could not be remembered.

She suddenly realized that this palace, like the unknown creatures in the room, was summoned by the mother's letter, and then she thought of the function of the letter, guessing that this palace might help her, so that she could get rid of the Tragic fate.

I should go in and see... Firmia said to herself.

Thinking of this, she plucked up her courage and walked slowly towards the palace surrounded by mist, feeling uneasy in her heart, not knowing what she was about to face.