Take Taobao with you to another world

Barakland, the residence of the Tita Knights.

"It's a great honor to meet you, Your Highness." The voice was hoarse and low, without any emotion.

The man who spoke did not take off his dull cloak even in the dimly lit room. The shadow of the hood covered half of his face, and the firelight burning in the four corners of the room only reflected the pale blue lips and pale jawline that lacked blood. come out.He bowed slightly to Prince Lance politely, and there was an inconspicuous skeletal coat of arms on the corner of the fluttering robe.

This is a complete necromancer.

The strange aura emanating from this man who was walking on the borderline of life and death made the maid standing beside him feel a little nervous. The red-haired prince sitting opposite him rested one hand on the armrest, his dark red pupils were close to purple-black. Just quietly watching each other.

"Mental, do you know why I summoned you?"

The necromancer named Mental laughed, like a night owl on a cemetery, "I want to know too, Your Highness. I have lived in seclusion in the Black Tower for several years, and I have almost cut off all grievances with the outside world. If you need What special service, I have many colleagues who are looking forward to your favor, why dig me, a half-dead person, out of the forgotten land?"

Prince Lance smiled slightly, "Because none of them are you."

"I am flattered, Your Highness."

"Among the necromancers I know, you are neither the strongest nor the most talented. But I still grant you the right to live in the Black Tower. Do you know why?" Prince Lance said.

"Because I am the easiest to control, Your Highness." The Necromancer replied calmly.

Lance laughed again, "This is one of the reasons. The so-called Necromancer, even if he puts his hands on the Book of the Dead and vows to dedicate all his enthusiasm and loyalty to the Lord of the River Styx, he will no longer be disturbed by the laws of the world. There may not be one person in a thousand who can do it in the world. Even floating spirits have obsession with the human world, let alone human beings who dare not give up their bodies?"

The necromancer did not respond to this passage.

"It's not despair, but someone who wants to die because of a fanatical thirst for knowledge. You are the first person I have ever seen." Prince Lance said.

"Thank you for still remembering my stupidity." The necromancer said politely.

"One should always try some adventures in one's life. I don't think it's stupid, but your strength is not enough to step into that field." Prince Lance said, "After five years of penance, I believe your strength And your understanding of the world has improved?"

"Thanks to your praise, I have only taken a small step on the road to the ultimate."

Prince Lance nodded slightly, "Then, you should be qualified to touch it now."

He raised his hand to signal that a knight in silver light armor came over with a golden tray. The delicate patterns drawn on the bright gold are not just decorations. It is a model magic circle with both maintenance and ban functions, and the object of the magic circle is an old book lying flat on a tray.

This is a somewhat special book. Its cover is not rough parchment, dull leather, or wooden boards wrapped in cloth, but silver-black metal.The locked and isolated magic circle is also hidden in the exquisite edge pattern. The difference from the tray is that the energy that keeps the magic circle running is not the magic stone powder that fills the texture, but the high-level magic stone that remains unchanged even after years of baptism. .Time has not caused any wear and tear on this sturdy cover, only the dark yellow pages sandwiched in it show that it is not a present-day thing.

The indifferent knight bowed slightly to Prince Lance, then turned to face the silent necromancer.

"Is this what you want to use to seduce me this time?" the Necromancer whispered.

"No. It's very precious, I can only lend it to you." Prince Lance said.

"If it's the one I imagined..."

"I don't think it should be inferior to any of your imaginations." Prince Lance said, "Even for me, it took a lot of effort to get it out of the Royal Library."

The necromancer took a step forward. It was a disrespectful move for both him and Prince Lance, but it also showed the influence of this book on the necromancer.Mage is the most popular profession in Central Continent, and talent is the biggest obstacle to its entry. In a sense, this is also one of the very few channels that can cross class barriers and allow people from the bottom to enter the upper class.It is useless not to have a gift of power. Although the things that necromancers pursue, such as war, plague and murder, are contrary to the basic moral concepts of most human beings, as long as they do not commit unforgivable crimes, necromancers can survive in this world. Existence is legal and reasonable, but not many of them are willing to abide by the law.

During the more than 63 years of the Rift War and the Continental War, Necromancers have shown what they can achieve in the field of "negative". 200 years ago, the necromancers were semi-publicly expelled by revising the association's guidelines. It recorded most of the important necromancy spells in the nearly [-] years since the Rift War. It was heavily restricted, and finally locked into the Royal Library of Kalamidi - a place where only the royal family can enter and the royal blood can borrow.There are many nobles who keep one or two necromancers in private for emergencies, but mid-level and low-level spells like poison fog, dead marsh, summoning of the undead, and curse of dead bones are almost enough for them. Someone will test whether the ban left by Artois, the master of the banning technique, is still sensitive for a marginal profession.

The necromancer withdrew his half-raised hand, then pressed it across his chest, and bent down to his master in front of him.Before that, he still retained an indistinct pride in Lance's etiquette, but now he has completely surrendered, "It is extremely lucky to see this book again, and may the gods of life and death bless you You, Your Highness."

His tone and attitude are both sincere, and Prince Lance smiled ambiguously, "You don't need to thank you too early, the "Dead Sea Scroll" is only borrowed for three months, which is the limit without triggering the discernment spell. I don't You are allowed to spend time on the side content, three months, you must be proficient in the third volume, no matter how much material you need, you can report to me, I will guarantee this."

"I will do my best, Your Highness."

"Three months later, there is a chance." Prince Lance said, "Everything you have done is to prepare for that day, remember this - I will not give you a second chance to fail."

After the necromancer left, a small door that almost merged into the wall opened in the corner of the large room, and the Marquis Solaris, the head of the Tita Knights, walked out of it.She is wearing a knight's formal attire today. Compared with the gorgeous dress, this well-fitting knight's attire also shows her tall and slender figure. Her beauty is still eye-catching, but her steps are not soft at all. Sweet femininity.

"My leader." Prince Lance smiled. The knight beside him saluted the leader and then left the room. The maid also stood silently in the corner.

"Kental Mandela, Hand of Miracle, Mosankel Tudor, Forbidden Master, Montal Blacken, Necromancer," Solaris said, "There are also ring breakers and a thief on the way, right? Yes, and a librarian."

"They are all talents that I have not found easily." Lance said.

"Except for the banners and librarians, there are quite a few characters who sound good at crime. Although I don't mind if you cause trouble to anyone," Solaris lowered his gaze, looking at Prince Lance's pair of Xue Yuan's eyes, "But it looks like right now, I won't be able to get the answer to the mystery until the result comes out?"

Prince Lance's smile was almost innocent, "Solaris, of course I didn't intend to hide it from you."

"I believe you must be preparing a plan that will surprise many people." The Marquis also smiled.A man and a woman staring at each other at such a distance, especially when the woman has a superb appearance, this kind of scene is easy to remind people of the popular literature works from the lower class to the upper class in the imperial capital, but here , the situation is somewhat different.

There was a perfect smile on Lance's face that no etiquette teacher could pick on. Solaris in military uniform had to lower his head to meet the opponent's eyes because of his standing posture.Humans have much richer expressions than other creatures, can better express their feelings, and can hide their true emotions more deeply.Although the atmosphere between the two is more of a confrontation than a charming one, at least everyone looks better on their faces.

"If the result is as I wish, it should be considered a surprise." Prince Lance said, then looked away and stood up.

The wind and snow are whistling outside the window, but they are blocked by the magic circle carefully set up on the surrounding window frames. Only when you look closely can you find the thin lines densely covered in the air.Lance walked to the window, staring at the cold and snowstorm that was raging through the sky and the earth outside the slender window.

"I quit the struggle for the throne and left Kalamidi not because I thought I couldn't win Kent."

"Compared to the three innocent teenagers who are puppets and don't know it, you two can be regarded as each other's opponents." Solaris said.

The corner of Lance's mouth hooked, "Whether I or he wins, the decline of the empire will not be reversed because of us."

"Why not be optimistic?" Solaris said, "Whether you or he is in power, this country can at least last until my death before it is divided."

"That's not what I want," Lance said.

Solaris took off the glove on his hand, and his reaction was flat, "Oh?"

"The chronic disease of the empire is deep, like a palace whose beams are increasingly hollow, and most of the people who live in it are addicted to its gorgeous appearance, but don't know—or, don't want to face the fact that it is getting weaker and weaker at all. The ignorant royal family, the selfish aristocrats, and the ignorant people, everyone is clinging to the interests they already possess like a dragon, caring about every bit of power, but unwilling to take on any obligations." Prince Lance said, and then chuckled "It was only after I left that I realized how pleasant it was not to have to deal with them."

Solaris thought about it. When she left the imperial capital, she didn't feel any special emotion. On the contrary, many people felt that not having to face her again was a good thing to cry and celebrate...

"The empire has fallen," said Lance coldly, "and it's getting dirtier."

"So?" Solaris asked lightly.

"Kent thought he could find a new mainstay for the empire, but I thought he was just a paranoid warrior." Lance said, "No one who came after Fatales could make up for him. , The empire went astray more than 100 years ago, and to correct it back to the right direction requires more than just strength. Facing an opponent who is nearly ten years younger than himself and has no special intelligence and talent After I withdrew from the competition, I have not been able to solve it so far, so how can I expect him to turn the tide in the future?"

Solaris watched him silently.

"I know my ability. If Kent can't do it, I can't do it. In the entire empire, I can't see anyone who can give me this hope." Lance said, looking sideways at his knight Head of the regiment, "So I have an idea."

He flashed a real, sharp smile, "Why don't you let the man who was half-banished from history continue his career. There is no one like him, he is the real, the only emperor, who will be his." Give it to him, let the chaos return to rationality, and the polluted bloodlines will also be restored to cleanliness."

A surprised expression finally appeared on Solaris' face.

"It was very difficult, but I found a way," Lance said. "I will bring Fatales Ramos Sid back to life."

At this time, in another place where the same wind and snow were blowing, Yun Shen had to suspend the work in hand to face a small problem that suddenly appeared.

"Spy?" he said, and after a moment's thought, he said, "Bring someone here."

The young man who received the order immediately turned around to carry it out. Yun Shen saved the file he was processing, turned off the computer, and fell into a short thought.