It was obviously breakfast, but by the time people got off the table, it was actually almost noon.
Well, it seems it’s time to have lunch again?
Ahem, okay, this is really unnecessary.
Eating and other things are just a means for witches to enjoy themselves while maintaining their humanity. It is really not a necessity.
It’s okay to have three meals on weekdays, but it’s normal to occasionally skip one or two meals on important days to save time.
Therefore, there is no lunch today, and we will wait for dinner directly. After all, there will be a grand birthday dinner in the evening. By then, the entire Dragon Kingdom, oh no, it should be the entire Witch World, and maybe even the famous bosses in the entire Western Universe.
Come.
Tsk, anyway, Dorothy was already terrified when she thought of that scene, so she simply stopped thinking about it.
"So what should I do in my free time until tonight?"
She began to think about this problem.
Mr. Dragon King had already left after the meal. She looked really busy. I probably wouldn't see her again until the dinner started in the evening.
Jörmungandr, on the other hand, had turned back into a necklace and was hanging around Dorothy's neck. These ancestral sisters really slept after they were full. It was a wonderful little life.
However, Queen Guinevere did not leave. She took the initiative to take on the responsibility of entertaining the guests.
"Then do you want to go directly to the secret vault?"
Seeing that the otaku witch didn't seem to know what to do, the Queen suggested this.
"Yeah."
Dorothy nodded quickly.
In fact, she had wanted to go to the secret treasury for a long time, but when she thought of the reward that the Dragon King had just awarded, she turned around and rushed straight to the secret treasury impatiently. This seemed a little too eager, greedy, and not reserved enough, so she did not dare to say anything.
But now that the queen has taken the initiative to speak, she won't be polite.
However, what made the otaku witch a little speechless was that as soon as she finished nodding, she saw the beautiful and noble queen in front of her snap her fingers, and her luxurious clothes instantly changed into a simple maid outfit.
Well, the head maid, Miss Weier, is back again.
"Your Majesty, what are you doing?"
Dorothy blinked, a little confused.
At the same time, she began to feel crazy about the housekeeper beside her.
"Hey, Sofilia, you saw it this time. Her Majesty the Queen has become the head maid. I can't be the only one to see it this time."
In response to this, the pure white witch also frowned. This time she did see it, and in fact, in her eyes, the queen not only changed her clothes, but even her face, fate line, etc. were completely changed. She
It was as if she had completely changed into a completely different person, becoming exactly the same as the real head maid who had served her bathing and dressing before.
This is a life-killing curse, but it does not take life, but fate, the life of abstract concepts such as the sense of existence.
To put it bluntly, Her Majesty the Queen has completely replaced everything of the real head maid. This is a better way to completely steal everything from a person than to take someone else's body.
It seems that Her Majesty the Queen, who is usually not well-known, is not that simple after all. She is actually a quite terrifying master of the prophecy school. Such natural spell casting even makes Sophilia feel like seeing her mother Gabriel again.
In particular, it can be seen that Her Majesty the Queen has profound attainments in the school of prophecy.
It's no wonder that she didn't notice anything unusual when she and others first entered the palace. In fact, if Her Majesty the Queen hadn't cast a spell in front of her now, she might still be unable to distinguish anything now.
Probably only the eldest lady's strange fate-insulating physique can be completely immune to the influence of this life-killing curse. In the eyes of the eldest lady, the queen has only changed her clothes, and nothing else has changed.
"Miss, this is not a change of clothes, this is a killing curse..."
The pure white witch explained through the voice transmission.
Dorothy suddenly understood after hearing this.
Ah, good guy, let me tell you why it was like a ghost story before. It turns out that Her Majesty the Queen is a master of the prophecy school. In a sense, these guys who play with fate are more terrifying than ghosts. After all, as long as they
Think about it, I can turn you into the protagonist in a ghost story script at any time, and let you bump into ghosts every day.
Thinking about her destiny, her insulated physique was quite good. At least she didn't have to worry about being arranged for someone out of nowhere. She could see through the thugs at a glance that something was wrong.
Well, if you want to deceive her, it's not easy to use magic tricks that only know how to hide behind the scenes. At least you have to step forward and play with her on the same stage.
High-end prophecies can't arrange her, but simple deceptions may be effective. Although she is the sage of lies, ordinary deceptions can't be hidden from her eyes.
Dorothy thought for a moment about her weakness in this area, and then suddenly an inspiration struck her.
"Well, if, I mean, if there is a prophecy puppet master who is proficient in acting and uses a bunch of puppets to pull a big scam similar to The Truman Show, then I seem to be really
It’s a bit overwhelming.”
However, as soon as such an idea appeared, the otaku witch herself was amused. She just thought that her random inspiration had gone crazy again. After all, the conditions were too harsh.
First, get a master of prophecy. Although the arrangement of prophecy is ineffective on her, it can affect others besides her. Only in this way can she use the people around her to influence her to a certain extent.
But the problem is that the prophecy witches are all the favored ones of heaven, and their numbers are terrifyingly small.
Secondly, this prophecy master must be a real master who can control multiple puppets. Her puppets must be "alive". Each puppet must have a distinct personality and detailed background, as if it is a real living person.
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Not to mention whether people from the prophecy department would be so careless about playing puppetry, but just practicing puppetry to the level of a living puppet is no longer something that ordinary people can do.
This so-called "living puppet" state is the level that my little junior sister dreams of bringing the puppet show to life. However, the number of puppet masters in the world who can reach this state of puppetry is really only a handful, and it is even fewer than the masters of prophecy.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Anyway, there are only two Dorothy knows so far, one is Teacher Spider, and the other is herself.
But strictly speaking, the two of them are just playing tricks. Teacher Spider has the talent of parallel consciousness, and he has the expertise of multiple thoughts.
And even the number of "living puppets" that the two of them can maintain at the same time is not many. She currently only has six lines of thinking, which is a maximum of six living puppets.
Teacher Spider has a lot of parallel consciousness. She can control thousands of living puppets at the same time and can ensure that every puppet is alive when communicating.
But Teacher Spider cannot make every puppet have a distinct personality. All her puppets have similar personalities to her own.
After all, her gift of parallel consciousness is essentially just copying many backup copies of her own consciousness to serve as sub-bodies, and she cannot have the distinctive personality of the multiple thoughts of the otaku witch.
Well, after all, reality always has a balance. If you want individuality, you cannot rely on quantity. If you want quantity, you will lack a bit of individuality.
In short, neither Dorothy nor Mr. Spider can complete a large box garden similar to The Truman Show alone.
If you want to do this kind of thing, you must reach a higher level than the two of them in puppetry.
But Dorothy now only has six thinking lines, excluding three of the main body, and there are only four thinking modes in total. But even so, she often quarrels with herself in her head. If there are thousands of voices in her head,
Isn't it already clear enough?
Well, unless that person has thousands of heads.
Forget it, this is getting more and more outrageous. How can any humanoid species have thousands of heads? There are not many such abstract monsters in the magical world.
So, this inspiration is really crazy, she dared to preset such abstract conditions.
In short, I am invincible in the world, no one can arrange anything for me, I have no control over my destiny, I am so confident.
Stop thinking nonsense, go to the treasure house, go to the treasure house.
She excitedly changed her mind.
However, Dorothy did not notice that the head maid who was leading the way had her plump body stiffen for a moment.
Guinevere was very panicked, because just for a moment she felt like her arrangement had been penetrated.
But how is this possible.
As the second strongest Dragon Head among the Thousand Dragon Kings besides herself, she is also one of the strongest destiny controllers in the entire Western Universe. It can even be said that her control over destiny is second only to the God King and the Lord of Glory.
Moreover, with the help of the cover of the body's Tianxin authority, although Guinevere could not calculate the first two, she was confident that she could not be seen through by those two.
But the feeling of being seen through just now was not false. With her level of strength, there was no illusion.
so.......
Her Majesty the Queen glanced at the witch beside her who was looking forward to the treasure trove.
Is it Dorothy?
She could only think of this answer, and only this noble-born sister could look down on her so condescendingly at the level of destiny.
Damn it, I shouldn't have used the killing curse in front of her just now. Damn it, I get carried away easily.
Guinevere felt very regretful.
The Dragon King's thousand poems are actually her reincarnation after death.
Ever since Emora was killed by Dinisha out of control, her soul fell into the original Styx, a witch world that was still chaotic at that time and had no Hades mechanism, and was cleansed by the river water.
At that time, the Soul of Emora, which was just a somewhat special sub-dragon, was naturally unable to completely resist the re-splash of the Styx Water. Even if it could barely keep its main soul with faith, it still suffered inevitable losses.
Few soul fragments.
As the Soul Fragments flowed through the River Styx, they each absorbed the soul factors in the River Styx to complete themselves, and then turned into different reincarnations one after another.
Until one day, Emora's main soul was fished out of the long river of time by Dinisha with her great supernatural powers, and the Mother of the World personally gave birth to Nidhogg, the destined king, with the remnant soul as the core.
Nidhogg is perfect because the once lazy Emora took the initiative to give up everything in her soul in order to protect herself and to strengthen the obsession that she would never give up under the wash of the River Styx.
These burdens that once restricted her potential, which once hindered her growth, made her regret before she died that she was so weak. All the negative things she had cut out.
This is why Nidhogg is "perfect".
Although that is just false perfection.
Nidhogg was perfect, but also incomplete. This became increasingly clear as she grew up. She could clearly feel her own imperfections, so she began to subconsciously make up for it.
As Nidhogg became stronger and stronger, her power of heaven began to emerge, and the world began to respond to her desire to be completed, and the fragments of her soul that had been separated finally returned to her again.
At this time, there were two paths before Nidhogg.
One is to retake these soul fragments, brutally kill these gathered companions, erase the "impurity" factors absorbed by these fragments to complete themselves, and finally become a complete Emora again.
The other is to seek common ground while reserving differences and coexist with each other. Only when everyone unites, Emora will be resurrected. Normally, everyone will still live their own lives.
Nidhogg chose the second path.
It's not that she is soft-hearted and is reluctant to kill and absorb these "companions" gathered around her, it's just that she no longer wants to go back to the weak and timid Emora.
Without strength, she can't protect anything. Even if she repeats it many times, she will only keep losing it in the end, watching important things disappear in front of her eyes again and again, but she can do nothing but wail in despair.
She also needs Nidhogg's perfection and this near-invincible power.
In fact, not only Nidhogg thinks so, but other "companions" also think so.
This is the will of Emora that exists in everyone's common subconscious.
Thus, the first round table meeting ended, all the dragon heads reached a consensus, and the Dragon King with thousands of eyes and hundreds of heads was officially born from that moment.
Well, if they are scattered, they will be filled with stars; if they are combined, they will be eaten by earth dragons.
Nowadays, when it comes to the round table conference, the world always thinks that it is very high-end, but in fact, in the eyes of the dragon leaders, it is just a place where everyone gets together to have a meal, share emotions with each other, and help the perfect Nidhogg to supplement
It's just a human gathering.
The so-called Knights of the Round Table are actually not knights at all. After all, their group of dragon heads are too disappointing compared to the perfection of Nidhogg.
There is no way, who knows that they are just discarded remnants, all bad habits have become evil, which also makes them weird and weird in the eyes of ordinary people.
For example, Guinevere has inherited some of the characteristics of getting carried away. If everything goes smoothly for her, she will always cause some problems to make the game more difficult for everyone.
Obviously, her old habit just relapsed.
"Huh, luckily I didn't reveal my secret, otherwise I would have been criticized in the next round table meeting."
Guinevere patted her majestic chest and thought with some palpitations.