I rely on black magic to build infrastructure [Comprehensive fairy tale]

The probability is almost zero

Taking advantage of the darkness, the Dark God went to the bell tower alone.

Fran put out a magic mirror and asked where the music box was.

"Music box? Your Highness Fran, are you talking about a magic item that is more powerful than me?" The magic mirror still remembered that Fran said that the music box was more influential than other magic items including it, and asked aggrievedly, "What are you doing here?" My heart is like the moonlight tonight, beautiful and moving, but when I'm with you, it can't compare to..."

"You are the best." Fran interrupted without hesitation.

"Really?!" Magic Mirror changed his words excitedly.

"Fake, I'll give you 1 minute, I want to see the music box on your mirror."

Mirror: QAQ

Slowly, a clock tower appeared on the mirror. The clock face was made of translucent glass. The situation on the other side of the glass was too dark to see clearly.

Sure enough, the music box is in the bell tower.

"Can I go in?" Fran asked.

The face of the magic mirror appears on the "Clock Tower": "There is a double magic here, and I can't see inside."

"You can't even get in here, you're really useless." Fran commented mercilessly.

"The light magic outside the bell tower and the magic of the city gate are from the same source." At some point, the Dark God also returned.

Apparently, he didn't rush in when he wasn't sure who was performing the magic.

Fran nodded: "It's better to be cautious."

Feel the double-labeled magic mirror: ?

When dawn came, the streets were still silent.

Aka was left in the Black Forest by Fran, but the other accompanying attendants all said that they had nightmares last night.

They dreamed that they were on the battlefield, and they couldn't wake up until they died in battle, and then returned to the same battlefield again,

They had the same dream as Fran, but with different characters.

The coachman dreamed that he was a giant, and the maid dreamed that she was a magician.

In the dream, Fran can only use the magic she owns, which means that ordinary people will become ants at the mercy of the enemy when they enter the dream.

The citizens of this country were killed and revived countless times in their dreams day and night. No wonder—Fran looked at the haggard face of the innkeeper, and almost couldn't hold the dinner plate firmly.

On the street, everyone was as mentally ill as the innkeeper. They spoke very little, and seemed to be used to this kind of torture day in and day out.

but……

Why is this person different from everyone else?

Fran looked at the queen sitting on the throne. She had light golden hair, long and curly eyelashes, and a comfortable smile on her face, just like the moonlight that would only bloom under the moonlight when she added it to the potion. Grass, light and elegant.

The important thing is that compared with the listless king with his forehead propped beside her, her spirit is much better.

"Are you the merchant sent by the Black Forest?" the queen asked.

"You can call me Fran," she replied.

"Fran?" A momentary surprise flashed in the Queen's eyes.

Fran pretended not to notice anything, and looked at the queen with a smile.

"Did you bring something?" The king on the side spoke, his voice seemed to be squeezed out, if the vicissitudes and fatigue faded from his face, he should be a very handsome king.

"Bring it." A bottle of aromatherapy medicine appeared in Fran's hand.

Seeing the confusion on the faces of the king and queen, she explained: "Originally you heard about a magic item that can make people sleepless all night, but I thought you wouldn't like this magic item, so I changed the direction and put Magic is transferred from props to potions."

Even if the king is willing to try other music boxes, the people must be afraid of this prop.

"The function of this bottle of aromatherapy is originally that just spraying it on can make people have a good night's sleep, without dreams or worries."

"Original?" The queen noticed Fran's words.

"Well, it turned out to be true, but since I came to this country yesterday, I found that my magic potion may not be easy to work." Fran said without hesitation.

This bottle of sleeping aromatherapy was prepared by her herself.

It was originally able to perfectly cope with the influence of light magic on human sleep and dreams.

But it's different now. The joint effect of light magic and dark god's soul fragments can no longer be solved by this bottle of potion.

"Then..." The queen looked disappointed, but her eyes were calm, as if she had expected this result.

"It's all right, Diana, we didn't have much hope, did we?" the king comforted the queen.

At this time, the gate of the palace was pushed open, and a young girl ran towards the king and queen on the stage.

She has the same soft pale golden hair color as the queen, and her pink and white dress is dragging on the ground like a fairy among flowers.

"Mother, father." The girl greeted the king and queen, and then realized that there were guests, and sincerely apologized to Fran, "I am very sorry for disturbing you."

This princess was about the same age as Baixue, but her frail figure and somewhat pale face showed that she was also a victim of the music box.

"Last night I had a nightmare again." After apologizing, the princess told her parents, "I dreamed that I became a werewolf, and my companion was burned bald by a witch. I was so scared. I was so scared that I wanted to run away, but..."

"Aurora." The queen stopped the princess, "Can you tell us slowly after a while?"

The princess named Aurora nodded.

Aurora, this is indeed a name that only a fairy tale princess would have.

The king was about to send Fran away in disappointment, but he heard the young woman in the audience stand up and say, "Your Highness, it's not impossible for my medicine to work at all."

The queen was the first to look at her with a little surprise.

Fran continued: "Please let me stay in your country for a few more days, and I will try to improve the aromatherapy potion to achieve the effect."

"You can do it?" The queen's eyes swept over her.

"Please let me try."

The king naturally kept her. After all, she was a foreign businessman they personally invited, so what kind of malicious intentions could there be?

Fran walked out of the palace naturally. After stepping out of the palace gate and getting into the carriage, the smile on her lips faded away, and she looked at the shadow moving from under her to the opposite wall: "Master Dark God, have you noticed that?" ?”

He appeared and sneered: "I never thought that a fairy witch would give in to marry a human being."

Before entering Flora's palace, Fran never dreamed that the queen of this country was actually a fairy witch.

But think about it carefully, didn't the original black witch also marry the old king?

"This spirit is too strong." Fulan sighed, "Instead of becoming the godmother of the princess, it's better to marry the king, give birth to the princess, and be the princess's biological mother. Although I don't like fairies and witches, this fairy's For the spirit of sacrifice, I am willing to give her full marks."

what is this?

This is [-] blood for hurting the enemy, and [-] for yourself!

The Dark God said disdainfully: "It's only the believers of that guy who would do such a stupid thing."

"However, my lord, there is another possibility." Fran lowered her expression and said seriously, "The fairy witch fell in love with humans, married him, and gave birth to a princess."

His red eyes looked at her calmly: "Arrogant creatures like them would not do such a thing. The possibility you mentioned is almost zero."

Fran didn't continue to argue, she still remembered that in the dream, the god asked his followers to leave twice in succession.

As the proud dark god, he should be the one who doesn't care about the life and death of believers, but he doesn't.

She parted the curtain a little, and the bell tower drew nearer.

She would not waste time continuing to study potions, and simply started from the source to remove the effects of the props.

Unexpectedly, there are guards under the bell tower.

The guards in the country of Flora work very hard, having nightmares at night and standing guard during the day.

When the two guards saw the approaching carriage, they were about to stop it, but they felt unprecedentedly tired and sleepy.

No, no matter how tired they are during the day, they will never fall asleep, how could it be...

The two guards fell unconscious, sleeping back to back.

Fran, holding the magic aromatherapy potion, put the cap on the aromatherapy.

While the thing doesn't work at night under the influence of the music box, it's still very effective during the day.

She easily entered the bell tower, and went up step by step along the circle of stairs.

"Master Dark God, won't the magic around the tower detect me?"

Fran has always been very strange. She can clearly perceive the fairy witch in the light side, but it seems that as long as she doesn't do anything, she has never been discovered by the other party.

Even the Dark God needs to break the magic to enter, but she seems to be ignored, even when using magic, there is no aura of dark magic.

She once wondered if it was because she used the body of a fairy witch to learn dark magic, so the light and darkness were neutralized.

"No." He answered her, "Whether it's the breath of light magic or dark magic, you don't have it."

"Why is this happening?" Fran's footsteps stepped on the stairs rhythmically.

The other party was silent for a moment and asked back: "You don't know the reason?"

Of course she didn't know, otherwise why would she ask!

"I really don't know." Fran said truthfully.

He: "Then think again."

Fran: "..."

Why is this dialogue so familiar?

When there were a few steps left before the last step, Fran saw the lacquered wood music box placed in the center behind the dial of the clock tower.

The music box is closed, and an oval ruby ​​is inlaid on the lid. The bright golden pattern spreads from the ruby ​​to the body of the box and extends to the inside of the box.

But there is not only the music box here, but also the woman standing next to the music box.

Her pale golden curly hair was draped over a blue glazed skirt, and she looked at Fran, who had a head protruding from the stairs, with an indifferent gaze that was completely different from that in the palace.

The Fairy Witch and her bright magic props arrived together this time.

"I felt familiar when I heard your name. You really have another purpose." The witch Diana bent down and picked up the music box on the ground.

The music box was awakened suddenly, and one eye was opened at the ruby, and it made a helpless voice like a young woman: "Do you need me to sing again? Please, no, he is in pain, please don't let me sing again." I sang."

he?

Fran stepped on the last step; "Who do you think I am?"

"Who?" Diana turned a deaf ear to the music box's request, and lifted the lid with her slender five fingers, "Of course it's the fallen black witch of the Black Forest. Any chance to come to my country?"

Fran did not expect "herself" to be so famous.

"No matter how bad my country is, it's just dilapidated." Fran responded with a smile, "Your country is a dying country, right?"

"Shut up!" Diana became angry as if she had guessed her weakness.

Not only would Fran not shut up, she would continue to say: "What's the matter, fairy witches don't need human belief now, but let the people fight in their dreams day and night. Your god of light has turned into a god of war ?”

"You don't understand anything!" Diana twisted the music box.

The clockwork was spinning extremely fast in her hands.

The familiar melody sounded, and the double magic effect of light and darkness made Fran lose her mind.

She fell into a dream again.

This time, she returned to the Black Forest.

After she saw a clump of trees, two figures stood facing each other.

A man with long platinum hair held a shining spear in his hand, his profile was as delicate as a statue, and the holy white clothes and his hair were blown up by the wind.

Opposite the platinum-haired man, the gilded waistcoat of the dark god is also fluttering with the wind. He is like an elf in the dark night. The giant pythons ready to go were swarming around him.

In addition to these two gods, there is also a young man in a blue robe. He is curled up, protected by the dark god, as helpless as a baby bird.

No, not chicks.

Fran saw the strong blade shining with poisonous light in the boy's cuff, and the boy raised his eyes, the pupils of which turned into a bright rose gold.

"Be careful!" Fran just opened her mouth, and the sharp blade had already pierced the back of the Dark God.

The boy's movements were swift and decisive, but just after piercing, the rose gold in his eyes disappeared, and his pupils returned to their original color.

He let go of the blade, somewhat in disbelief of what he had done.

He murdered the god who protected him? !

The platinum-haired man saw this opportunity and shot his spear, but was blocked by the Dark God.

But the poisonous blade obviously caused heavy damage to him, and the next blow of light magic came again. This time, he could only bear it hard.

Fran didn't know whose perspective she was looking at all this at this time.

But she could feel a strong sadness spreading from the bottom of her heart to her whole body.

What are you sad about? Go and stab that man.

Fran told this body so.

The man shot again, this time directly piercing the Dark God's chest.

"You have too many burdens." Fran heard a man's voice.

"It turns out that your believers... are your burden." She also heard his ridicule.

Do something Fran, it's your dream, you have to do something!

Just like last time, a force appeared in her body and began to freeze everything in this dream...

……

When Fran opened her eyes, she realized that she had just fallen on a soft mass.

Her shadow, to be precise, was her shadow that the God of Darkness merged into, supporting her body, preventing her from falling on the cold wooden board.

"Are you awake?" Diana asked in surprise, "How is this possible, you only fell asleep for a few seconds?"

Only a few seconds?

She reached out to touch her face, and found that the salty liquid flowed from her eye sockets.

"Are you crying?"

Fran looked sideways, and found that the avatar of darkness had turned into her shadow, standing beside her.

This shadow is different from the previous one, it was just a black shadow before, but now, it has a more obvious outline and facial features, and even the details of the clothes can be seen clearly.

The emotions brought about by this dream were too strong.

Perhaps it was just like this that the pain and torment of being killed was so clearly engraved in the mind of the dreamer, making sleep a fear.

"And what are you?" Diana obviously didn't expect a second "person" to appear.

It was clearly a shadow with the same figure as Fran, but it had a man's voice.

"Why are you crying?" He ignored Fairy and continued to ask Fran.

Mingming's tone was flat, but Fran could feel his persistence.

It's like a god who is willing to protect believers in a dream even if he is injured.

"I had a bad dream." Fran replied calmly, "I dreamed of a villain."

"?"

"You..." Diana was about to continue speaking, when she suddenly said "Ah!", something jumped up from her side and snatched the music box from her hand.

Diana's shadow stood up at some point, picked up the music box and ran away, and handed it to Fran.

Obviously, this change caught Diana by surprise: "Even a fallen fairy is still despicable!"

"?" Fran said, "Aren't you also a fairy?"

"I don't care for this kind of address!" Diana's body glowed white, obviously ready to cast magic, "You can ask for anything, but give me back the music box!"

Fran: "..." But what she wants is the music box.

"It's just a fairy witch." The dark god beside Fran took a step forward, and the dark black of dark magic also fainted from his whole body.

"My lord, wait a moment." Fran looked up at Diana and said, "The music box last night was diffused in this country by your magic, right? So once you die, you can't influence the music box alone. The whole country. As you can see now, the music box is with me, my magic comes from the dark, and you have no chance of winning against us."

Diana didn't stop the magic around her: "What do you want to say?"

"I'm curious about your purpose. Do you become the queen of this country to torture the people of this country and your daughter every night?" Fran asked.

"Torture? I guess it's not as despicable as you guys. I'm saving this country." Diana's eyes flashed with sadness, "It's just that the curse of punishment is too strong, this is the limit of what I can do .”

"Curse? Whose spell?"

"Who else, of course, is the evil God of Light!"

Diana really couldn't hold it anymore, she exhausted all her bright magic to try her best to save the country, and now she ran into a black witch again, would she really give up here?

When she raised her head in despair, she saw "Black Witch" Fran say something to the "shadow" beside her, then walked up to her and put down the music box.

"So it's like this, the enemy of an enemy is a friend, take your time, don't worry?" Fran looked at her with a smile.

Diana blinked in bewilderment.

"By the way, why did you become a queen?" She heard the black witch ask.

"Because... I love him." She replied eccentrically.

When she looked up again, she saw the black witch turned her head and said something to the "shadow" behind her.

That mouth shape seems to be... "Zero"?