Take Taobao with you to another world

The white silk bandages were untied one by one, and the complicated lines painted on the fair skin gradually faded. The dark red eyelashes trembled slightly, and Prince Lance slowly opened his eyes.

Those were a pair of deep red eyes that were almost black like blood deposits.

A slender white hand stretched out from the side, supporting his face.

"Does it look good?" Solaris said lightly, looking down into those eyes.

Standing opposite them, a brown-haired woman in a fur fur covered half of her face with a half-opened fan, and said with a smile, "After all, you are a man called the hand of miracles, and these magic pupils are really suitable for you, Your Highness." .”

"As expected of Kental Mandela, a genius that even Zion's Imperial Mages Association would not let go of. The transplant was a complete success."

Prince Lance said, and then shifted his gaze to the surroundings. When the pair of crimson eyeballs turned, it seemed that something invisible followed them, "a very novel vision."

"With your strength, it shouldn't take long to get used to its existence." The brown-haired woman said, slowly putting away her fan, holding the fan lightly on her left shoulder, and bowing to salute, "I will tell you the good news. Kental, he must be very happy to hear the news, so please allow me to retire first, Your Highness?"

"You left in a hurry after you visited the residence for less than a day. Other nobles will laugh at me as the prince of the empire but don't know how to treat guests. At least let me show my kindness as a landlord, Miss Illida." Prince Lance With a slight smile, he said.His attitude can be said to be polite, and his upright and handsome face is easy to attract people's hearts, but after the last restraint is released, when he looks at someone with those eyes, the person being watched will feel a tremor from the bottom of his heart.

Kental, who has been involved in the restricted area many times to realize various ideas, is called a lunatic in private, and this second prince who has always acted in a low-key manner is not too shy.

"It should be my honor to be favored by you," Illida said with a smile, her expression did not reveal the slightest thought in her heart, "but unfortunately, due to some minor accidents and delays on the road, the date is approaching The day I agreed with my father to return home. Since the last batch of magic stones needed by His Highness has arrived safely, my mission should also come to an end here."

"This is indeed a pity," said Prince Lance. "I heard that several bandits have been active on the borders of various countries in recent years. For your safety, please let me arrange a knight to escort you back to the country."

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness, but I hope to use this journey to train the guards of the family well," Illida said softly, "and there are two mid-level mages with me, I am just a weak woman, no one should treat me badly. I'm too embarrassed."

Weakness——If you only look at the appearance, it may be that the name of the Aquinas family's poisonous spider is not as obvious as the Demon Blood Flower, but anyone who knows her will never use this word. on her.

"Then I wish you a smooth journey," said Prince Lance. "Please give my regards to Count Aquinas and my sincere apologies to him."

"You mean about Gismar?" Illida sighed softly, "As an independent Arcanist practicing outside, both she and us are prepared for the worst ending. Losing this It's very sad for the family, but it's not your fault."

"If she was not encouraged by my subordinates, she would not lose her life because of an adventure. For the Warlock family, every woman who can pass on the blood is precious." Lance said.

"Don't worry," Illida said, "The inheritance of the Aquinas family will not be affected by this."

"The regret has already been caused, and no matter how regretful it is, it cannot be undone." Prince Lance summoned the waiter sideways and asked him to deliver a beautifully decorated wooden box to Illida. Cremated, this is what she left behind."

Illida took it over. Before touching the box, she had already felt the fluctuation of power in the air. Now that it was in her hand, that wonderful feeling became more obvious.

What was contained in the opened box was not relics in the ordinary sense, but five humanoid clay puppets with densely carved patterns on their bodies.

"The giant puppet..." Illida said softly.

From the Battle of the Rift to the Continental War, over 100 years of Central Continent's power talents have created many powerful spells and arcane spells, and the ancient giant puppet belongs to one of them, holding the promise of creating this powerful puppet that can destroy a city. The Kerr family had been wiped out in the continental war, and there was not even a giant puppet left for research.

"This is what Gismar got in that secret realm," said Prince Lance. "After her misfortune, these giant puppets should belong to the Aquinas family."

Illida closed the lid, "You are so generous, Your Highness."

"You deserve it." Prince Lance said, "Actually, my subordinates also got the same thing in that secret realm."

"The Forbidden Book," he said.

Illida raised her eyebrows. The Book of Forbidden is the only work left by Master Artois of the Rift War. It is a necessary introductory textbook for mages and arcanist apprentices, but only the first volume of "The Cage" has been handed down to the world. The second volume "The High Wall" and the third volume "The Paddock", which truly condensed the essence of Master Artois' experience, are strictly kept in the high-level of the Mage Association. The only thing that can be specifically mentioned by Prince Lance is the legendary Only three volumes survived, two of which were burned.

"That forbidden book refers to <Virtual Realm>?"

"At least it seems so," said Prince Lance with a smile. "I heard that Kental is very yearning for this book."

"He yearns for all the old things," said Illida. "Did you tell me the existence of this forbidden book because you hoped that my poor fiancé would run towards you like a dog that saw a bone?"

"As your fiancé, I think Kental would be more than happy for you to call this passion 'the eternal pursuit of truth'." Prince Lance said.

"His posture is not worthy of this title," Illida said. "Well, as a woman who loves him, I will not deliberately hide it from him. Not long ago, he repaid the debt to you with a pair of magic eyes. Sorry, if this is really the only <Castle in the Air> in the world, then it is not something you can get without paying any price, I wonder how you plan to enslave him next?"

Prince Lance smiled slightly, "Miss Elida, please help me tell him that in addition to this forbidden book, I also discovered a 'virtual world' that still exists today."

The footsteps of clattering leather boots hitting the stone slabs echoed in the corridor, and the flowing air brushed Illida's hair. When she reached a corner, she stopped.The people who silently followed behind her also stopped.

"Christina."

"My name is Solaris Tin Auvergne, Lily," said the beautiful fair-haired leader.

"I really can't understand Aunt Zion's thoughts. Why did she insist on letting you inherit that man's name? Could it be that she only discovered her love after abandoning him?" Illida turned her head and looked at the relationship with her, which was rare but rare. A female knight of unquestionable kinship.

"Of course not." Solaris smiled slightly. "This is just the result of a gamble. Although it sounds boring, as the descendant of these two people, I have the obligation to complete this gamble for them."

"I don't know what you're thinking," said Illida. "Aunt Zion won?"

"Yes."

"She is always victorious. And while I find a woman like her terrible, and you are too," said Illida, "the worst thing is the one you choose for allegiance."

Solaris nodded, "Indeed, a simple and lovely boy like Kental is more suitable for you."

"... a 31-year-old boy?"

"'I am a boy lost in a garden of countless forks, and your presence is like a signpost, leading me to the final resting place of body and soul'—" said Solaris, "well, it would be frustrating to say Trembling sweet-talking boy."

Illida's voice seemed to come from the ground, "Solaris... where did you see this thing?!"

"One day when I was passing by Aquinas Manor, a gust of wind blew a love letter in front of me—"

Illida went crazy, "I believe you are a voyeur! You live in the imperial capital, and both the palace and the knight's residence are at least one county away from the Aquinas manor. Where did you pass by my family manor? I keep that idiot's love letter in the dressing box, what kind of wind energy..." After realizing what she was talking about, she shut up.

Solaris looked at her with a half-smile, and Illida took a few breaths of resentment before she managed to suppress the urge to throw a puppet in the past, "The reason why you are loyal to this prince is because you two have different personalities. Same bastard, right?"

"He's done a little better than me," Solaris said humbly.

"..." The degree of hate is not the same.

"Although there are problems with Lance's personality and taste, he doesn't plan to do anything to the country right now, so you don't have to worry about it." Solaris said, "He is also a rare auxiliary talent like Kental. It must be used sparingly and without waste, not to mention that they are quite similar in a certain sense."

Illida had a sarcastic expression on her face, "You mean Kental and that Highness? The only thing they are similar is their height?"

"At least they are all paranoid." Solaris smiled. "They should have a common language on something they are about to face."

"You mean the virtual world, right?" Illida said, "That forbidden place that is said to be perfect actually exists, what kind of thing is sealed in it that can make that highness spend so much effort—you know, I sent it The magic stones are enough for you to fight for a whole year."

"About this," Solaris pondered, "if Kental knows, it means you know too."

"Could it be a treasure from the Rift Age?"

Solaris smiled slightly, "That's right. The final resting place of Fatales should not lack these things."

Illida's eyes widened.

Rumble boom!

In the arctic ice field known as the end of the world, a white ground swelled up with the roaring sound of the squalling wind, and the ice as hard as steel shattered and turned out of the ground. There was no life in this land. The strong wind on the land of the sign moved these heavy stone ice, and the small ones were even blown away directly.

This is not the territory of any creature, only the endless and violent force of nature is raging all year round. Even in the era of Rift War, even the demons are reluctant to set foot here.

The surface of the ice sheet continued to bulge, and ice cubes the size of houses tumbled down. Two pieces of black light flashed sharply, and their arcs tilted like the sharp corners of long knives pointing at the ground. Several dark blue cracks broke out on the ice sheet. I don’t know when they began to sleep here The huge monster broke free from the heavy burden on its body, its sharp-shaped head raised, its slender neck swung, more pieces of ice rolled down from its amazingly strong body, and its huge claws stepped on the ice surface , and trampled the stone ice under his feet into powder.

The clear chirping sound resounded through the sky and the earth.

The storm became more violent, but it couldn't shake the strong creature independent of this cold and monotonous ice sheet. At best, it combed the pure black silk feathers that extended from the top of the head to the back, like feathers and manes. The whole body is filled with pure and sharp alien beauty. The creature slowly turns its head. The golden pupils look at this harsh pure white world. neck.

Huge wings like the shadow of a god spread out.

The gust of wind that hit those indigo phosphorescent stiff feathers reversed and turned back, several small whirlwinds appeared at its feet, and there was another chirp, the sharp wings broke through the endless storm, setting off waves on the ground. There was a snowstorm, and the black dragon with a form that was very different from the records in Central Continent broke free from the restraints on the ground and rushed to the sky.

The boy opened his eyes abruptly.

"Your Highness Yaka, Your Highness Yaka, please don't walk on the ground with bare feet, please change your clothes first!"

The maid holding the formal suit anxiously followed behind the black-haired boy in pajamas, and all he got was an impatient response, "Go away!" He strode into a luxurious room, and the maid inside was surprised looking at him.

"His Royal Highness?"

"Where is Astaros?"

"Your Majesty, he's on top of the hill, and—"

The young man turned away after hearing the first half of the sentence, and the female officer who answered him couldn't catch up with the second half of the sentence—"...Your Excellency Bristol is together."

Kicking open the gate decorated with gorgeous creeper patterns, the black-haired boy walked out without thinking, "Astor, listen to me, I saw a dragon... Wow!"

The white lightning danced on the puddle, and the black-haired boy almost stepped on it. He took a step back, looked at the looming black shadow in the condensed water vapor, clenched his fist and shouted, "Bristol! You What kind of hot spring does a bird soak in!"

"This was originally his exclusive bathing place." Someone responded with a smile.

Amidst the sound of rippling water, the two figures in the hot spring stood up unhurriedly. The silky flowing water slid down the two naked mature male bodies. With a flushed face, he couldn't help showing his eyes cautiously.

Raking short black hair behind his head, a man with three-dimensional features and full of charm walked over to his companion with long indigo blue hair. The miniature blue and white lightning around the latter continued to grow and disappear. He was really a sparkling person.

"Oh?" The storm lord Astaros took a robe and put it on, and threw a piece of Bristol, which has always been gorgeously discharged. After all, human beings cannot serve this thunderbird, and the result of rash contact with him will only be turned into coke , "That should not be the dragon of Central Continent." After listening to the young man's description, he said so.

Yajia looked at the two men who were walking birds calmly in front of the 12-year-old minor, and asked suspiciously, "How do you know that's not a dragon from Central Continent?"

"Because I have seen it," said Astaros.