I don’t know how long it took, maybe a second, maybe a year, maybe even longer, this piece of pure white was dyed with color. The colorful colors spread out in the snow-white space, and the light became brighter and brighter.
, these colors gradually converged into the appearance of [shape], and soon the familiar scene appeared in front of Mikael again.
He was still standing at the end of the white marble road, where the black Spold Castle stood, intact and not at all like being swallowed up by the black flames.
Mikael is convinced that what is happening in front of him is definitely not a simple case of time reversal. To be precise, time has been almost completely expelled here. In the spiritual realm, there are no rules that bind time below the fifth level.
The seven-color rainbow light spanned the air, spreading from the top of the castle to the front of Mikael, like a bridge, waiting for the invited people to arrive.
"It seems that the real owner of the castle has been awakened. That door should be the switch to awaken him."
Mikael stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge. No matter what happened next, he had to meet the owner of this place.
At the top of the castle is a gorgeous garden made entirely of white marble, in which all kinds of flowers are blooming. The fountain changes height with an unknown rhythm, exuding a dreamlike brilliance in the sun, and the owner here is
In the center of the garden, the white round table is waiting for Mikael's visit.
It was a young-looking man, with a face similar to that of a Middle Easterner, with three-dimensional and deep facial features, slightly curved hair that was combed behind his head, and healthy light brown skin that exuded luster in the sun, with linen seams.
His body was shrouded in a large white robe, but his well-trained and muscular body could still be vaguely seen.
"Welcome to my castle, the magician from afar, the lucky son who is also favored by the truth."
He made a fist with his right hand and placed it on his right chest. He bowed slightly, a smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were shining with seven-color halo.
"My name is Rajel, the first head of the Sbold family."
"Oh? So that's how the head of the Rajel family welcomes you?"
Mikael looked at the young man in front of him calmly, suppressing the surprise in his heart. He did not expect that this young man was the first generation head of the Sbold family. He was an antique from the age of gods to modern times. Although he had not been awarded the title of [grand]
】 title, but there is no doubt that he definitely has a strength that far exceeds that of ordinary crowned magicians.
However, as far as he knew, in order to extend his life, the first generation head of Sbold's family used the great magic of the Gods to build a different world similar to Avalon, and then actively fell into a deep sleep. He would only wake up at a fixed time every year.
He wakes up for a short period of time, and the ritual to wake him up is as the name suggests [wake-up ritual].
And the Rajel in front of him, the first generation head of the Sbold family, a divine magician who once killed dragons, is really in something wrong now. It's not just a matter of appearance, it can be modified with magic.
What's more important is that Mikael can't read any information from him at all. Even the [Eye of Rules] that can analyze the origin of the moon can't do it.
………
"That's just a joke from Poppy. I've already taught him a lesson just now. Poppy is a very naughty child, but isn't that just because he is a child? If I offend you, please allow me to apologize."
As if he didn't agree with Rajer's words, there was a whimpering sound, and a giant white wolf that was half the height of a man slipped over from behind the neatly trimmed bushes, came to his side, and lay on the ground obediently.
"By the way, this child is Poppy. Although he looks very mature, he is really just a naughty child."
Rajer stretched out his hand, with a loving expression on his face, and stroked the head of the wolf named Poppy. Feeling the owner's touch, Poppy closed his eyes comfortably, stretched out his head and rubbed against his body.
It rubbed back and forth and kept wagging its tail.
"I like dogs very much. After all, dogs are indispensable friends of human beings."
Mikael smiled and took out a keel stick from his imaginary pocket, and then threw it at the wolf named Bobby.
"Woooo——"
It stood up suddenly and put on a vigilant posture. It didn't care at all about the keel stick that Mikael was still shooting out. It made a "wuwu" sound in its throat, and its sharp and sharp teeth were exposed, like slender teeth.
Just like a dagger, with its ferocious claws, even a steel plate a few centimeters thick will be easily broken by its blow.
"Be good, Poppy."
Rajer continued to stroke it and comforted it softly, then looked at Mikael and said slightly apologetically,
"I'm so sorry, this kid Poppy hates bones, even dragon bones."
As he said that, he picked up the keel stick, inspected it carefully and put it next to himself, with a surprised look on his face.
"It's actually the bones of a real dragon species, and it's not more than a thousand years old. Are there any real dragon species left in modern times?"
Then he shook his head and overturned his words, "Albion is the last dragon species left in the outer world. Although he can be called the grand among dragon species, he is powerful enough.
Overwhelming the gods, but in the end he died due to exhaustion. From then on, there will be no real dragon species on the surface of the world."
"Yes, there are indeed no real dragon species in the modern world."
Mikael nodded and agreed with Rajer's words, "But please ask me to keep the origin of the dragon's bones a secret. After all, it is my own secret."
"Everyone has secrets, especially magicians, I can understand that."
Rajer did not continue to inquire further, but chose to stop here. As he said, everyone has secrets, not only Mikael, but also him.
"Then, let's talk about some other things, such as the real reason why I invited you."
Along with his words, freshly baked snacks and various fruits suddenly appeared on the stone table. Looking at everything happening in front of him, a trace of unknown light flashed in Mikael's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.
not see.
"But this is really a long story. If you don't mind, please enjoy it and listen to me tell it."
"Of course, it's my honor."
Mikael nodded slightly, then sat down as well, pretending to be attentive.
"Don't be so serious, just treat it as a chat between friends. After all, if you think about it carefully, I haven't talked to anyone for more than a thousand years. If I continue, sooner or later I will lose the [communication] function."
Forget it."
Rajer sighed quietly, his eyes were obviously empty and blurred, and he was lost in memories.
"That happened more than two thousand years ago. But even so, I still remember it fresh. After all, that was the era when the king once existed, and it was also the last glory of the age of gods."
Behind the rising white mist, although his young face bore the vicissitudes of time, it looked unexpectedly harmonious, adding a bit of charm.