The corridor is not too long. The floor is carefully paved with mahogany. The walls are also made of fine stone and are carved with exquisite patterns. On the left side is a huge colorful floor-to-ceiling window, carefully supplemented by pure gold guardrails. The sunlight hits the window from outside the house and is converted into colorful colors, transforming the corridor.
The reflection is like a dream, but the light is slightly cold.
The girl ran in panic from one side of the corridor. Suddenly, footsteps came from the other side of the corner, and the metal armor squeaked against the wooden floor.
The girl stopped, looked around hurriedly, and suddenly opened the door on the right, which was the dormitory of the guest Prince Hercules Lane.
She carefully hid behind the door, covering her mouth, trying to suppress her breathing so as not to make a sound. The footsteps lingered at the door for a while, and finally stopped. For a few tens of long and short seconds, the footsteps sounded again, covering the floor.
It was painful to step on, and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
"Who are you?" Hercules Lane, who was staying in the house, had already discovered her.
The girl still covered her mouth, as if she didn't think there was anyone in the room, and her golden eyes stared at him nervously.
"It turns out you are Princess Ling Tulip, just like the rumors." Hercules Lane guessed her name and grinned at her, breaking through the aristocratic etiquette. On the double sun unique to the Thorny Continent, the rays of another sun came from him.
The same colored floor-to-ceiling windows passed through the rear, rendering his figure unreal, but his teeth were not restricted and were still white.
The young hero king, Hercules Lane.
He walked forward and stood in front of her. She could have avoided it, but found that she had locked herself in this splendid room with no way to retreat.
"Let me see you." Hercules Lane said, grabbing her wrist and pulling it away, revealing a beautiful but panic-stricken face.
Without a hand to cover her mouth, she could only bite her lower lip hard to prevent herself from making a sound. She seemed to be afraid of making a sound, as if her presence would be discovered by others.
"Very beautiful." The corners of Hercules Lane's mouth curved inexplicably, and he suddenly pressed the girl against the door. As expected, he heard a small exclamation from the woman, but it soon turned into tears, and panic filled her eyes.
Spin.
No, that's not the case.
Hercules Lane was not satisfied. The door was made of high-quality sweet maple wood abundant in the Principality of Tulip. He buried his head in her neck, not knowing whether he was smelling the fragrance of her hair or the faint scent of sweet maple.
Woody taste.
The girl stopped screaming and allowed Hercules Lane to hold her, but the tears had left clear traces on her face.
"You shouldn't be afraid of me." He said, one hand wandering around her back and slowly moving down.
She began to tremble, and the hands that Hercules Lane had let go covered her mouth again, trying to suppress her voice, but her breathing became more and more intense, and finally reached a level that was clearly audible.
When his hand finally moved between her legs, she couldn't control it anymore and let out a whine, followed by a trembling cry.
"Before me," Hercules Lane whispered in her ear, his warm breath touching her ears, "Has anyone touched there?"
She instinctively shook her head in response, saying no. From the beginning to the end, Hercules Lane could not hear a word she said.
"It seems that as long as your mother doesn't die, those old guys will stand still."
His movements did not stop with the words, but regardless of the other party's struggle and resistance, he gently picked up the girl, turned around and walked towards the large fragrant maple bed in the middle of the room.
Stopped abruptly.
Aranza suddenly woke up from his sleep and sat up from the bed. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Those memory fragments that were clear in the dark night told stories that depressed him. The accompanying emotions were like a collapsed dam, and the flood instantly flooded him.
Tiny body.
Fear, the only thing left in her mother's memory, haunted Aranza's mind.
Aranza gasped for air and tried hard to control the emotions that came out of nowhere. He no longer let himself go and used a butcher knife to find an outlet for these emotions like he did many years ago. Instead, he quietly waited for time to pass and for them to dissipate on their own.
Finally, the night receded like a tide, and Aranza, who had lost the cover of darkness, was exposed to the light of the morning sun. He, who had always been carefree, actually sighed, and then stood up and put on his armor.
"Maybe I should get this outfit together first." Aranza looked at the mismatched leather armor and muttered to herself before walking out of the room.
Dolores has already gotten up and is sitting on the long sofa in the living room. She is wearing a leather skirt suitable for fighting. The morning light embraces her delicate long legs, highlighting her smooth skin and moving curves. However, this scenery is blocked by Dolores.
The huge wolf head on Si's lap broke.
Silas shamelessly occupied the rest of the sofa, his big head resting on Dolores's lap, his eyes dim with sleep. When he saw Aranza walking out of the room, Thunder Wolf whimpered as a greeting.
"You're up." Dolores already knew about Aranza from Jessie. While stroking Silas's white hair, she looked at Aranza with her big eyes curiously, "Did you pick up anything useful last night?"
Fragments of memory?"
Aranza's expression paused for a moment, then she smiled, as generous and cheerful as ever: "Well, I didn't pick up anything, where are Jessie and Cyril?"
"They are already waiting for us downstairs. Let's go down too."
Afterwards, Aranza took Dolores and Silas downstairs, took breakfast from Jessie, and the group headed towards the mercenary office in the northwest corner of Brett City. In order not to attract anyone's attention, Jessie asked Cyril
He and Dolores all put on hooded cloaks, but they didn't expect that after yesterday's battle, everyone had become famous in Brett City, especially Aranza, who attracted all kinds of eyes wherever she went.
There were even children from poor families who rushed forward holding wooden swords and shaking their noses, asking to join Aranza's mercenary group, but Aranza kicked them away with a smile.
Next to the mercenary office is a tower for airships to take off and land. It is a very tall building built with huge stones. The top of the tower is incongruously covered with a wide and flat stone slab. It is a square for airships to take off and land. It is supported by many metal brackets.
.
Dolores looked at the towering tower in the distance and found that its height even surpassed the Viscount's Palace in the center of the city, making it the tallest building in Brett City.
"You humans are so weird," Dolores said, her eyesight was very good, and she could see from a distance that on the tower, workers were busy loading boxes full of goods onto the ship-like airship. She blocked the slanting sunlight with her hands.
, it was better to see it more clearly, and then he continued, "There is obviously space teleportation magic, why do you create such strange things?"
"Our human race is not like your elves, where one out of two children has magical talent," Jexi answered with a smile, "Among the thousand children in the human race, it would be great if there is only one child with magical talent. Space
Teleportation magic is an advanced magic. No matter how talented these children are, it will take a lot of time and money to train them. It is impossible to spread space teleportation magic to every city. Even magic teleportation scrolls are very rare, and airships are easy to
It is much more popular. A general team of craftsmen can mass-produce these airships as long as they learn the craft. The magic crystals that are the source of energy are also easy to find. Moreover, the airship has a large cargo capacity, which cannot be achieved by space magic. The airship is
One of the symbols of human civilization."
Afterwards, Jessie paused for a moment, then concluded as she walked: "Whether it is used for cargo or for war, airships are a force that cannot be underestimated."
Dolores carefully considered Jiexi's words, thought for a moment, and then said: "We, the forest elves of the elves, can ride griffins and resist your airships in the air."
"That's true. However, airships used for war can be equipped with ballistae. It is a row of ballistae, not one. Such an airship can completely dominate the sky. Unfortunately, the human race has never been truly unified in its history and has been fighting.
Rest, rest and fight, it will be good if you can resist the foreign invasion, but it is difficult to say that you can capture it."
Jie Xi sighed softly, and unknowingly passed through the shadow left by the tower blocking the sun, and was about to arrive at the adjacent mercenary office.