Hitzfeld waved his hand to clear away the fog and looked at her quietly.
"I asked Maps about your schedule and woke you up before you went to bed so that the rest of the journey would be smoother."
“It’s a long journey after all.”
"The better your sleep quality, the steadier your walking."
As she spoke, she reached into her collar and pulled out a crystal gourd from a patch of white mountains.
There was a little lavender liquid in the gourd.
Maybe... maybe...
It is for auxiliary use.
"Where are you taking me?" Hitzfeld finally couldn't help it.
She had already guessed where the annual rings would take her in her dream.
However, such a large-scale mobilization...
I found this place on purpose to hide it.
Even when she was already very sleepy and could fall asleep at any time, she still had to use medicine to help her.
You don't need to be so cautious when going to Dream City.
"Haven't you always been curious about the descendants of the old king?"
Annual Rings said happily.
"It just so happens that she is interested in you too."
"She found me and asked me to take you to see her."
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Chapter 99: The Queen Far Away from the World
Descendants of the old king!
Hitzfeld was a little surprised to hear her finally say the word clearly and say that she would take him to meet one of them.
"It has something to do with your performance." Nian Lun smiled at her, "Do you remember the book you went to get?"
"You mean "The Shadow of the Ancient God"..."
"Yes, you must be curious about why there was no one in the whole building. At that time, I couldn't tell you because I didn't get the other party's consent, but now..."
She exhaled another puff of smoke: "That's all to welcome a distinguished guest."
This means that Xia’s guess and my hunch were both correct.
Hitzfeld pursed his lips.
Xia Yibing guessed that there must be a reason for her attitude from Nianlu's abnormal behavior, and she herself... also guessed it from the special fragrance of the book.
That's right... She is the leader of the Wheel of Fortune, the leader of the entire tree people. Given her noble status, if it wasn't His Majesty, then it could only be that person who could make her deliberately mobilize a large number of troops to put on such a grand display and take the initiative to help cover up the matter.
"She also happens to be looking for some information related to the ancestral bloodline. Your desire to borrow those two books has aroused her interest in you."
Nian Lun narrowed his eyes and his half-frowned brows relaxed.
"So we have this meeting."
"Well, do you agree or refuse?"
Hitzfeld did not answer immediately.
On the surface, this seems like an opportunity.
But she wasn't sure if the Tree People could really be trusted.
Indeed, the old king's party and the old king's descendants are two different concepts.
Perhaps the desire to "restore the country" was imposed on the latter by the former, and those great nobles may have merely used the identities of those people as bargaining chips... This was just an excuse, an excuse to overthrow the existing royal power.
If this was the case, then the descendants of the old king were certainly innocent. She could also understand why the tree people still supported them as always.
But is it really that simple?
Apart from anything else, the history of the Old King Party may be even older than that of the Eclipse Church. Judging from the fact that they have long mastered the terrifying power of the Death Tree, the early Eclipse Church was not even worthy of cooperating with them.
And now she has roughly confirmed that the existence of the Tree of Death is the means for the old king's lineage to protect themselves.
Maybe this is a kind of check and balance, a deterrent.
It is precisely because of the Death Tree that the Sara King's Court did not dare to exterminate this lineage. It and the Tree People are a double insurance that exists in parallel, and it is even more important than the Tree People.
Such a powerful force, want to activate it...
No, even if it is just to do research on those seeds, it is not something that ordinary people can easily do.
Judging from this aspect, the probability that the descendants of the old king were not involved is really low.
It is an oak tree after all.
The sacred oak tree is the supreme symbol of the ancient royal court.
Even if it had been contaminated for unknown reasons and evolved into the Tree of Death or the Seed of Destruction, she did not believe that a mortal would be able to activate this terrifying power.
So how do you decide...
If the descendants of the old king were not involved in the old king's party's plan, there would be no danger in this meeting.
On the contrary, it is a great opportunity to get acquainted with the bloodline of the previous dynasty... You know, in many legends, they are the descendants of God!
But if they were involved, they would need blood magic from that lineage to control the Death Tree...
As an individual involved in this case and obviously impossible to be won over, this line of work would be a suicide mission for her.
She was thinking about whether she should go, and the years didn't urge her.
Just then, there was a burst of warm applause from below.
Hitzfeld's thoughts were interrupted. He looked up at the big stage and found that several rows of people were already standing there without him noticing.
They were wearing black suits, white shirts and silver vests, their hair was meticulously groomed. They were divided into two groups, standing diagonally facing the middle.
A woman wearing a half-mask walked out from the middle slit and began to sing:
"Mourning for the sacred fall..."
"Mourning for the sacred fall—"
"The filthy land cannot contain a trace of purity..."
"Desperate people are about to fall into..."
"Nightmare—!"
Absolutely bel canto singing.
When the phrase "nightmare" began to be recited, several rows of people behind the woman began to chant in unison.
The hazy accompaniment sound suddenly became amplified.
Like the sky falling.
Like a tsunami.
It was as if the magnificent momentum of the collapse of a dynasty came crashing down like an overwhelming force.
The girl couldn't help but widen her one eye, her consciousness and mind were drawn into it, and the waves rose and fell with the rhythm.
“…What’s its name?”
It was not until the end of the opera, along with the tsunami-like applause, that she reacted and turned to look at the annual rings that were completely enveloped by blue smoke.
"'The Queen Far Away from the World'." Nian Lun replied with a smile.
"Well, have you thought about it?"
Away from the world, Queen.
Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes slightly.
She suddenly realized: ever since he gave up his evasive attitude and formally and seriously proposed the term "descendant of the old king" in front of her, Nian Lun had always referred to her as "her".
Rather than "they".
Is this just a broad concept?
Or……
"I agreed."
Before her consciousness made a decision based on logical reasoning, her voice had already spoken.
She has no regrets.
She had identified something.
The burning sensation in her left eye also reminded her that this decision was not wrong.
"Then let's get started."
Nian Lun directly picked up the small gourd and threw it into the girl's arms.
"Drink it."
“Then relax and fall asleep.”
Picking up the gourd, Hitzfeld took a close look at the purple liquid inside, opened the lid and sniffed the smell.
It is not possible to accurately identify all the aroma components, but it is possible to distinguish several medicinal aromas that have calming and nourishing effects.
Out of a final caution, holding the gourd bottle, Hitzfeld looked up at Darent.
"Mr. Puppet and I will always be watching over you."
Darent put his arm around Asfen's shoulders, put his other hand on his waist, crossed his right foot to the left of his left foot and touched the ground with his toes, looking playful.
He really works hard.
But there really is no sense of security at all.
What else can be done?
Shaking his head and sighing, Hitzfeld tilted his head back and drank all the liquid in the gourd.
And then.
Maybe the drug has a hypnotic effect.
Maybe she was just too sleepy.
She just felt herself leaning against the sofa completely exhausted, her eyelids closed, and her consciousness fell into darkness.
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The opera can be replaced by the theme song of dnf Hellock boss room: siroco-truecoffin.
A very grand ceremony.
Chapter 100: The Queen Far Away from the World Part
This wasn't the first time Hitzfeld had fallen into the dream world.
The dream world is in the sky, in the clouds, and is integrated with the misty gray fog, so it is actually a different space that is completely opposite to the real world and the world on the ground.
Including Dream Ruins.
Although it depicts real city scenes in detail, there are indeed many scenes where the directions of front, back, left and right are reversed.
Hitzfeld originally thought that the experience this time would be similar. Although the journey was long, in her opinion, it was nothing more than going to another dream city like Puslint, and she would have to fly in the sky for a while longer.
But this is not the case.
That's not the case at all.
