Although they appear to be almost identical in age, height, and appearance...
But the length of her hair is obviously different. Her hair is not shoulder-length short hair, but waist-length hair... And from her figure and frame, her gender can be barely distinguished.
And the most important thing is the aura about her.
It can be said to be the complete opposite of Annan.
There seemed to be no emotion in her ice-blue pupils, and her half-opened eyes were filled with godlike indifference. There was no trace of joy or laziness on her face, and her hands were crossed and placed in front of her,
His eyes were full of vigilance and alienation.
She was dressed in a pure white, thick robe, with a hollow silver crown on her head. Her slender and long neck was reminiscent of a swan, and her delicate collarbones were hidden under the robe.
--no doubt.
She should be Annan Lendong's sister.
Unlike Annan, there seemed to be no reverse rune etched on her soul... Those emotionless ice blue pupils instantly reminded Annan of the man who taught her frost sword skills.
Such a powerful and fierce aura can even make people temporarily ignore the fact that she is only fourteen or fifteen years old.
...Speaking of which, Annan is also technically fourteen years old.
But with his height and appearance, some people would believe him if he was said to be eleven or twelve years old... How old is Annan Lindong's sister this year?
The moment she looked back and saw Annan and the others, she frowned slightly.
"His Excellency David Gerald."
She made a cold and childish voice, and her ice-blue pupils immediately locked onto Annan: "I didn't expect you to come too."
...Why is this Gerald so famous?
An idea suddenly came to Annan's mind.
He had just noticed that when Maria saw the two people, her eyes were just a little distant. But the moment she saw him, she immediately became wary.
This is probably why the notoriety spreads thousands of miles...
By the way, what did Gerald do? Let so many big people know about him?
"Salute to you, Your Highness Lingdong."
Upon seeing this, Annan immediately saluted Maria respectfully.
The two people beside him seemed to know the daughter of the Grand Duke.
They and Annan performed a wizard's ceremony to Maria at the same time, and then introduced themselves to her.
Seeing this, Maria nodded slightly.
"You can call me Maria."
She said simply.
This should be your real name.
For such important people, they don’t need to use pseudonyms to deflect curses. There must be someone specially raised to eat and drink at home, with a name that is the same as their own; the only function is to block possible threats to them.
A "living idol" that he named and cursed.
So there was no need for her to give her false name to the three of them.
But Annan is different.
Gerald seems to be unexpectedly famous...
There was no possibility that he would give a false name.
He vaguely grasped the key.
In this copy, the name seems to be the key to solving the problem...
Then, Maria explained to the three of them: "The invitation must have been delayed, and I got here first. But obviously the door hasn't opened yet.
"I think we have to wait until you are all here before Michelangelo will let us in."
I think so.
Annan whispered in his heart.
He looked up at the wizard's tower.
The giant gray-white tower... is not so much a "tower" as it is a huge castle. It presents a strange, symmetrical structure - there are rings on both sides and a bridge in the middle.
If you look down from directly above, you will probably see a huge dumbbell.
"These are basically the Twin Towers."
Claire couldn't help but sigh.
Annan thought so.
...If nothing else, which door do you enter through?
Or should I say any one?
They didn't wait long.
The other four guests came nearby in three batches.
The first person to arrive was an old man with a skinny and haggard face, sunken cheeks, and deep eye sockets. His hair was sparse and his head was low. Since arriving here, he has been silent and has not joined the crowd.
middle.
Then there was a middle-aged man with black hair and eyes, deep facial features, and a kind and cheerful smile. After he arrived, he walked over to Annan and the others and introduced himself.
His name is Ghirlandaio, and he is a wizard of the Prophet School.
And he himself was a student of Michelangelo.
Master Michelangelo himself was best at the magic of the prophet school, followed by shaping and idols. Therefore, after Ghirlandaio, an enthusiastic middle-aged man, told him which school he belonged to, Annan and the others couldn't help but take a closer look.
I glanced at him a few times.
As for the last two to arrive, they arrived at the same time together.
One of them is a handsome young man with a slightly divine face.
His eyes were closed, one side of his hair was shaved, and the remaining white hair was braided into three braids of different lengths, with two braids hanging in front of him and the longest one behind his back.
He is called "Eugene Melvin" by Claire, and he is a wizard of the Idol School. It is said that he is also a very famous person... This should also be his real name.
As for the other one...
In every sense, he was an acquaintance to Annan.
His beard is gray, his eyes are determined, and his skin is slightly wrinkled due to age. There seems to be colored brilliance flowing all the time in his cloudy pupils.
"...Master Benjamin."
Annan bowed his head respectfully and saluted him.
The other party glanced at Annan with a complicated expression, opened his mouth, but stopped talking.
In the end, he just nodded silently to Annan, taking it as a return gift.
--Yes.
The final candidate to appear in Gerald's nightmare...
It was Benjamin, the transformation sect wizard who was cursed and killed on the ship...
The moment everyone arrived, everyone's consciousness suddenly and briefly disappeared.
When they woke up again, they found themselves in an extremely wide and extremely luxurious hall.
"……oh."
Annan couldn't help but sigh.
Claire's eyes widened.
Maria still frowned.
Just because of what appears in front of everyone's eyes...
There are various statues arranged according to a certain pattern like the starry sky.
Statues of giants. Statues of centaurs. Statues of goblins.
Statue of the old man. Statue of the child.
Statue of a warrior. Statue of a girl.
Statue of angel. Statue of serpent.
So majestic. So spectacular.
Lifelike is just standard.
"As if it has a soul" is just a normal level.
It's like countless frozen historical fragments superimposed on each other.
The most incredible thing is that almost every statue can be combined with one or several other adjacent statues to form a picture scroll. And if it is combined with other statues, it will form a new picture scroll and a new story.
At the same time, the arrangement of the statues on the ground seems to contain some kind of magical law.
It's almost like...
"—Like chess pieces in the hands of the gods."
Maria said quietly.
The atmosphere suddenly cooled down.
This is obviously not polite language.
But because it was so realistic, everyone didn’t know how to respond for a moment...
After all, Her Royal Highness Maria is a child—and the one with the highest status among everyone.
When a child tells the truth, people don't know how to respond.
In the end, Benjamin clapped his hands and broke the awkward silence: "As expected of Master Michelangelo.
"This is simply a miracle... no, it can almost be called a miracle!"
"——It's like a miracle, right."
At this moment, an old man's voice sounded with a smile.
In front of the eight people, the statue of one of the old men suddenly made a sound.
The strange thing is that it is clearly in the middle of the hall, the entire stage, and the center of the entire canvas... but no one realizes its existence until it opens its mouth.
Talking stone statues are not a strange thing in the world view of extraordinary people.
Especially the works of Master Michelangelo... This is even more normal.
Therefore, everyone was not surprised and just continued to look at the old man's stone statue.
——However, although it is not stated explicitly.
But they still had some grudges about Master Michelangelo not being present in person.
However, this grudge disappeared instantly when the stone statue spoke the next sentence:
"Then," the old man's stone statue said slowly, "I will reveal it to you...
"[Eye of Delay] The suicide note of His Excellency Michelangelo Buonaro."