An elf who likes reading, doing experiments, and writing conclusion reports, Ning Feng...
He is also a legendary alchemist of the Watch.
A legend with the ability to easily destroy a dilapidated stone castle hundreds of years behind the times!
As long as I want to, I can easily raise this shabby house.
real!
It’s not that I’m being modest, but I’ve been able to clean the room myself for two hundred years... Well, I haven’t done it for many years.
Not to mention the automatic and easy robots that have appeared in recent decades, before they became popular, I no longer knew how to do those meaningless things.
To clean up the room, wouldn't it be enough to use magic power to cast a few spells?
It's fast and convenient, and it's also very clean. Even possible plagues can be eliminated in one go.
Everything can be solved by just moving your fingers, and you can spend a lot of time doing meaningful things.
And now, such a big castle still needs manpower to clean it?
All I can say is, this is really backwards.
Especially if you ask me to clean it!?
This can no longer be explained by backwardness, it is simply backwardness!
It is absolutely impossible for me, a legendary spell caster, to compromise!
impossible……
This is absolutely impossible!
…
Wow…
The water drawn from the deep well is exceptionally cool, with a biting chill that penetrates from the fingertips into the head, making people want to shiver.
The turbid water after scrubbing was squeezed out of the rag and fell into the bucket, creating waves and shattering Shireen's reflection in the water.
She in the water is not the legend in memory.
Instead, she was a palace maid who was wearing an extraordinarily simple and heavy maid uniform, with a white square scarf on her head that resembled that of a housekeeper, and was twisting the towel with a resentful look on her face.
"…………"
Shirin sighed heavily, feeling that she must have picked up the wrong script.
This is wrong!
How did I end up like this?
There must be something wrong somewhere.
The problem is yes, but it’s not that big...
Shirin, who had been huddled in the basement before, had no concept of time and did not notice that time is the source of everything that changes.
So, Shirin, who stayed in the palace to watch the play, magnificently transformed back into an ordinary person at the moment the sun rose.
Still the kind that has no power to restrain a chicken.
Miserable Shireen Miserable
If the disguise on her face hadn't disappeared, Shirin would have had the urge to log off on the spot.
That time has not yet come, as long as I still wear a mask, it is not considered a social death!
Yes, it is like that!
As a legend, Shireen actually has no flaws in her mentality. After the initial gaffe, she has now regained some of the adventurous feelings she had long ago.
It was a feeling so long ago that she had almost forgotten it.
So, after experiencing the initial panic, Shirin ran decisively outside the palace without being discovered by the patrolling soldiers.
Then……
Got lost.
Shirin flew in directly and had no idea about the internal structure of the palace.
Really miserable · Shirin · Really miserable
Just before Shirin was walking around and almost discovered by the patrolling soldiers, she hid directly in the small room where the maids rested.
Fortunately, the maid inside had already gotten up early to go to work, and there was no one inside.
Although the word maid nowadays always sounds associated with some gorgeous black and white clothes and astringent feelings.
But this is an impression that has undergone evolution and multiple modifications. In the real past, there was no essential difference between maids and other servants.
Lower-level maids who are responsible for menial tasks, such as kitchen maids, are usually the first to get up in the family.
They have to get up and work around 5:30 to 6:00 in the morning. Among them, the maids who work the heaviest workload get up at 5:00 sharp.
In the past when extraordinary powers did not dominate social changes, how could we show our uniqueness?
It's power.
Hiring and enslaving others to serve oneself is a manifestation of power and status.
This world is beautiful, with so many things that make you nostalgic and intoxicating.
But there is another side to this, and in its shadow lurk countless sorrows and angers.
To put it bluntly, whether there is magic or not, the nature of this world will not change much.
Oppression and resistance will definitely exist no matter what era it is in.
When your time is quiet, there will always be someone to carry the burden forward for you.
Just like, when Ning Feng was taking his teammates and Tool Man No. 1 for a relaxing spring outing...
Shirin, who was trapped in the palace, worked hard to infiltrate in disguise.
When the maids did not come back, Shirin, knowing that she could not stay here for a long time, put on her maid uniform, took the cleaning tools and left.
With a tragic look on her face, she returned to her own escape path.
The palace is quite large, and not all the maids have met each other, let alone have friendships with each other. After disguising themselves, Shireen successfully sneaked into the cleaning team.
She was looking for a way out with a bucket, and whenever someone passed by, she would start wiping the rag and pretending to clean it.
After dodging several soldiers in this way, she gradually figured out the general direction of the castle.
She lowered her head and twisted the towel, waiting for the passing soldiers to disappear around the corner. Shirin stood up silently and looked towards her target ahead.
Just walk along this road and go through several corridors, and you can leave through the special small door at the back of the castle for servants to go out.
Victory is at hand!
Nothing is difficult.
Walking slowly like a maid who had just finished her work, Shireen's eyes scanned the surrounding rooms.
"According to what the head maid and other maids just said, this is the rest room for guests attending the banquet..."
Unlike the maid's office, you can feel the difference just from the material of the door.
The door is engraved with gorgeous patterns, and the door handle also shines with silver-white metallic luster.
And those who have the ability to live here are not ordinary little nobles. They must be very favored guests or have a noble enough status.
Distinguished guest...
"Speaking of which, what happened to the two little guys in the end?"
As she was very close to successfully escaping, Shireen felt a little relaxed. She thought of the "culprit" who had caused her to fall into this miserable situation.
Those two noble descendants.
"In the end, they should be quite popular with the king, right?"
Recalling that Sophie said those "prophecies" with a serious face, Shireen shook her head.
"I can only say that you deserve to be a [noble]? Can you really tell such a lie with your eyes open?"
"You dare to directly make up a prophecy based on only some uncertain hints. It's really brave to say it."
She is a very thoughtful and courageous woman.
But Shireen doesn't like her very much.
Shireen doesn't like people who lie to her, which makes her feel insecure.
"Ning Feng would never tell such lies. He is always so honest and trustworthy."
Thinking of the real reason why she came here, Shirin's disguised face also softened.
She laughed softly and whispered to herself:
"Wait for me, I'll find you now."
Must find you!
Otherwise, wouldn’t I be able to tell you all the grievances I have suffered?
…
…
And in the room Shireen passed by, Anthony's feet were tied with bandages. He was sitting on a stool, raising and lowering his legs constantly, getting used to his body.
"The bandaging technique is really poor. Their doctors are really not good at it."
While familiar with the stinging feeling, he complained and moved his white piece.
Before he could take his hand back, the bishop he had just moved was eaten back by Sophie!
"ah!"
Anthony's expression was sour, and he looked at his fiancée who was lying on the chaise longue with a troubled look on his face, and protested:
"You don't even have to think!?"
Without even looking at Anthony, Sophie flipped through the book, her eyes flashing rapidly on it, and said after hearing this:
"I really haven't thought about dealing with you, after all..."
He stopped at this point, and there was no need to explain the implication.
Anthony:?
Angrily pushing out his own king, Antony said angrily:
"We can't play with you like this."
Sophie stopped turning the pages for a moment, thought for a moment and said:
"Can't you play? You can still play. After all, my real chess skills are not much better than yours."
Anthony:??
Lowering his head, Anthony looked at the tragic situation of only five chess pieces being killed, and the disparity in strength of the opponent who had almost no attrition.
Ah this.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and he protested:
"You are humiliating me!"
Please be human!
Faced with Anthony's protest, Sophie said lightly:
"Really, I just have a good intuition."
Intuition...intuition again.
Anthony thought of the previous scene and was still a little frightened. He couldn't help but say:
"...You were really crazy last night."
With just these vague hints, Sophie dared to talk nonsense in front of that terrifying skeleton king.
[The curse of Tarot has fallen, and the twenty-two cards representing the mystery are scattered in this kingdom.]
[Chasing them are hundreds of crazy apostles.]
[They have awakened in the bodies of mortals, controlled their bodies and minds, and are hiding among the crowd, waiting for the opportunity.]
【In order to fight for it, they will bring blood and fire, pain and death to this country.】
【But don't worry, the heroic king will put an end to all this.】
That's a legend. Even in his prime, Anthony didn't have the confidence to deal with it, not to mention that he had been attacked by a violent poison due to his carelessness.
On that occasion, as long as Sophie said the wrong thing, they would face an irreversible tragic situation.
He was torn apart by hundreds of undead and left the stage immediately.
But Sophie just did it, and she did it without hesitation.
And it actually worked!
"No, you Jia Silin family have always been like this...daring to take risks."
Although Sophie's approach last night felt very risky, Anthony had to say that it was actually very Jacelyn's style.
This is very Jasleen!
The impression given to outsiders by Jia Silin's family is that they have always been good at gambling and always victorious gamblers.
"Are you really sure that those [prophecies] you mentioned will come true?"
Snapped.
After reading the last page of the book, Sophie closed the book gently, closed her eyes, changed her posture and said:
"Yes, and this is not my intuition, but a simple speculation."
"You saw those scenes on our way here yesterday. Those injured contestants will definitely not be willing to be lonely."
Anthony wanted to say something, but thought of something and frowned thoughtfully.
"What would you do if you wanted to find these [Tarots]?"
I can……
"What if these [Tarot] are in the hands of some people and cannot be easily taken away? Will there be a fight?"
Slowly opening her eyes, Sophie looked at her fiancé, raised her hand to caress his cheek, and whispered:
"Then...is a well-ordered and watertight country suitable for action? Or is a fragmented and turbulent country suitable for action?"
chaos.
Anthony understood what Sophie meant.
Only when there is chaos will the contestants have a chance.
"Moreover, those guys who can't wait won't have the patience to wait until night, especially when they find that they are no match for the undead at night."
Gudu.
After swallowing, Anthony completely understood.
For most of the contestants, the current situation is embarrassing.
Although you have strength at night, you cannot kill the undead residents. It is not as easy as having no strength but killing the enemy directly during the day.
Therefore, the safe daytime becomes the best time to do things.
"But wouldn't they also be easier to kill?"
This is relative. While the indigenous people are easily killed, the contestants will also be killed.
Aren't they worried that they will be killed?
"Anthony, how many ordinary soldiers do you think you can handle in your current state?"
Blinking, Anthony thought subconsciously, and then said quickly:
"...How many? You look down on me! As long as they don't all gather together, there's no problem with about a dozen of them."
I am a soldier who has undergone rigorous modern training. Isn't it easy to deal with ordinary people?
Just kidding, can an awakened person still... hmm!!?
"It seems that you are not that stupid, which is gratifying! Yes, it's not just you who thinks so, they also think the same."
Eyes widening, Anthony saw Sophie narrowing her eyes and saw the ridicule in them.
"Ordinary people are not worthy of vigilance at all. Their previous gaffes were just carelessness. When they are ready, ordinary people will not be their opponents at all."
Ordinary people?
Just a bunch of chickens and dogs.
"Besides, even if they knew it was a bad move, they still had to make it."
Gently letting go of Anthony's cheek, Sophie lifted up the queen who had just beheaded the bishop, and then directly kicked down the white queen who was on a diagonal line with it.
Then, the sword points at the white chess king!
"General... no, this is a direct checkmate."
Anthony:Huh?
"Judging from the results, my chess skills are still better than yours."
Smiling lightly, Sophie returned to the position of lying on her side.
"Besides, there is one more thing I haven't told you."
Anthony, who was looking down and thinking about how he should fight next, noticed the difference in Sophie's tone and raised his head uneasily.
He saw his fiancée with a calm look in her eyes.
she says:
"After you passed out...the bandage on your leg was bandaged by me."
!!!
"I'm really sorry that my skills are so poor. I think I still need to hone my skills with others."
Anthony:???
…
…
"king."
The queen's gentle voice sounded from behind, causing the king who was leaning on the chair to slowly open his eyes.
Seeing the queen walking towards him with a dinner plate, the tall and strong king smiled and said:
"My queen, you are here."
Taking the breakfast she made by herself from the queen's hand and placing it on the seat, the king gently kissed her cheek, pulled her directly into his arms, and let her sit on his lap.
The queen did not resist this unfolding and let him lift her up and put her down skillfully.
"What's wrong? You don't look very happy?"
The queen, who looked no more than thirty years old, shook her head gently, thought about it and said softly:
"King, regarding the prophecy that Sophie said..."
But before the queen finished speaking, the king tightened his arms around her waist and laughed confidently:
"Hahahaha! Don't worry, I'm the King of Heroes. How can I be afraid of that kind of guy?"
"Let them come! I want to see what they can do to me?"
The queen was not surprised by this result. She nodded slightly and leaned her head against his chest, listening to his hot and powerful heartbeat.
The warm sunshine poured in from the window and shone on the two of them.
The heroic king spoke, while the quiet queen listened quietly in his arms.
This picture seems to be an oil painting that spans thousands of years.
And at this harmonious moment, the door to the study room was pushed open silently.
An arrow shining with a strange green color quickly flew out from the crack in the door!