The breath of the giant dragon that was still connected with flesh and blood a moment ago suddenly disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by an extremely ominous will that was seeping in.
"Termination connection!"
Isius took immediate action to cut off the connection with the fire dragon. The loss was inevitable. The top priority now was to give up the psychic node residing in the dragon's body and let his consciousness return to a safe area.
but……
"Level 5 unknown psychic signal detected..."
"Detachment, failure..."
Isius' heart suddenly contracted. He clearly felt that his consciousness was trapped in the body of the dragon, and he was unable to connect with the main body left in the camp behind!
To make matters worse, at this moment, a cloud of fog rolled in.
A terrifying will came. Isius couldn't see its figure clearly, but he could hear the heavy horse's hooves and the neighing sound. The pressure was so powerful that it was impossible to see directly, approaching step by step, making him breathless.
.
It comes from a distant world, following the veins of flesh, nerves and consciousness. Every sound and breath hints of disaster.
In the darkness and mist, a living creature slowly appeared riding on a pale green bone horse.
He was wearing heavy plate armor and black robes, and there was blood flashing under his ferocious and sharp helmet. The horse's hooves crushed the soul, making a miserable and twisted sound, which made people tremble from the bottom of their hearts.
"Death, Death Knight..."
Isius was frightened. Just seeing the blurry figure and hearing the sound of horse hooves, he was already frightened and wanted to run away.
However, his will could still resist, and he mobilized all his strength to roar:
"I hold the secret of magic and the protection of immortality. Coming and going between the containers is just a matter of thought! You can't even think of stopping me!"
Before he finished speaking, the death knight raised his hand and pointed, and a dark green substance between liquid and gas suddenly attacked Isius.
Death coil!
Isius, who was caught between flesh and blood and consciousness, was hit before he could defend himself.
In the dark, there were two sounds of dice falling to the ground. Isius suddenly felt as if his brain had been torn open, and he was falling into an endless abyss. He lost control of his whole body, and his remaining sanity boiled.
Okay, so uncomfortable...
Me, who am I? Where am I...
Isius couldn't see, touch, smell, or even struggle and didn't know how to act. The only thing he could touch was a whisper lingering in his ear:
"Shh... it will be over soon."
…
It was gray outside the window, as if someone in the sky had covered the quiet castle with an opaque blanket.
Isius woke up from his sleep and found that he was curled up in a comfortable lounge chair. The blanket spread under him was warm and soft, with a kind of magic that made people sink into a swamp and couldn't escape. He vaguely felt that he had
An extremely important thing was urgently needed to be completed, but I couldn't think of it. I muttered to myself in confusion:
"I am asleep?"
"Wouldn't you like to sleep a little longer?"
Miss Lilia de Crozier was sitting opposite, holding a cup of coffee in her hand, stirring the sugar cubes leisurely with a silver spoon, and asked casually.
"Ding ding dong dong..."
"Lilia? Why are you here?" Isius felt something was wrong and wanted to stand up from the recliner, but a severe headache made him sit back down holding his forehead.
"Shouldn't I be here?" the girl asked softly, "Why?"
"Uh, I have a headache, please don't answer questions with questions," Isius knocked on his forehead, trying to cheer up, "Please let me stay by myself for a while."
The girl stood up, nodded politely, and looked like she was leaving.
Isius breathed a long sigh of relief and finally relaxed a little.
He felt unprecedentedly relaxed - like a person who had just taken a moment to take a breather from extreme danger and felt relaxed from the inside out.
Suddenly, he found that Murat was also in the room, saying hello to Lilia in a brisk manner. Then he came to the tea cabinet nearby and prepared to make tea in a familiar manner.
"Murat, why are you here?"
"Shouldn't I be here?" Murat asked, "Why?"
Ah, this... Isius felt his head hurt even more, as if he was going to faint at any time.
His brother-in-law, Murat, took out a tea cup from nowhere, poured a packet of sugar into it, sprinkled a few drops of coffee, and stirred it with a silver spoon.
Isius felt that something was wrong, and looked at his sister and Murat in confusion, watching the two people holding small teacups, stirring the sugar cubes in the same rhythm, and looking at him with a smile.
"Mura, give me a drink too!"
Isius suddenly heard a familiar voice again. He didn't know when there was a fourth person in the room.
Nona, wearing a light cavalry uniform, appeared out of nowhere, took the tea cup from Murat, raised her eyebrows at Isius, and asked: "Hey, guys, how much time do you have?"
When? Ask me? Isius became confused.
"It's coming, it's coming, don't rush me, okay~" Kula pulled open a large bag of sugar cubes, and the white sugar cubes fell on the carpet with a tinkling sound. She hurriedly bent over to grab two handfuls and stuffed them into Nona.
and his own cup of tea, "Who can give us some more coffee!"
Bang!
Isius jumped up from the recliner, backed up repeatedly, and knocked over the recliner.
This startled everyone in the room. Lilia, Murat, Nona, and Kulala all turned their heads. At the same time, the door was opened, and Dedeus and several acquaintances walked in and watched together.
With Isius.
There was a smile on their lips, and then they took out a tea cup from nowhere, filled it with sugar cubes, mixed it with some coffee, and slowly started stirring it with a small spoon...
"ah--!"
Isius screamed, turned around, opened the window, and wanted to jump out.
The screams disturbed the servants downstairs. They all raised their heads, each holding a small tea cup, and looked upstairs.
"Get out of my room!" Isius screamed.
"Can it be over?" Murat asked.
"Get out of my room, Issue de Crozier! You monsters!" the Vicomte shouted, tearing at his face with his nails.
"Your answer is incorrect." Dedeus shrugged.
"Then we are in a dilemma," Kurala also shook her head, "This is not Isius's room~"
"I didn't see Isius either," Nona said, "never..."
"There is no Isius."
"Ah? What? What are you talking about?"
Isius felt like he was having a chaotic nightmare. He seemed to understand something, but also seemed to understand nothing.
He was about to faint, so he staggered back a few steps and leaned against the window sill, keeping himself away from the guys who were stirring the candy with small spoons.
At this moment, he caught a glimpse of himself in the glass——
He wore the hard-wearing casual clothes of a southern expedition and a round hat. He had dark skin, his hair and beard were meticulously groomed, and he was in his early thirties.
"ah!"
Isius rushed out of the room and ran frantically along the corridor. Someone always seemed to be chasing him behind him.
Finally, he escaped to a corner, which was quiet and deserted. He could stop to take a breath, wiped his sweat and said to himself:
"What, what happened?"
"Are you asking me?"
Suddenly a figure asked from a high position.
Isius raised his head suddenly and saw an oil painting hanging on the wall. In the painting was a calm and resolute man, wearing a round hat, with dark skin, about thirty-five years old.
Below the portrait, the nameplate reads:
"Count Wesker de Crozier, 1392-1427."
Isius could not speak a word. He could hear his teeth chattering and saw the earl in the painting holding a teacup and stirring it slowly. Finally, the earl picked up the teacup and took a sip.
He took a small sip and looked very satisfied with the ratio of sugar and coffee. He smiled slightly and said: