Herringbone door.

"The throne... is mine..." Liang Jue woke up from the illusion, the stern look on his face had not faded.

"Anya...Mom..." Edgar woke up calling this name.

"Hahaha! I finally got it! This thing belongs to my family! It belongs to me! No one can take it away!"

A crazy sound sounded, waking up the two of them who were as drunk as a dream.

Looking over, I saw that it was the necromancer, Thelonius.

Liang Jue and Edgar subconsciously approached each other, wary of each other.

[If you pass the trial, please enter the Tianzi Gate.]

A magic circle appeared under the three people's feet, teleporting them away instantly.

-

Tianzi Gate.

Philola stood in a study room, thinking hard about these messy test tubes.

In her hand, she held a soft translucent brick with a key solidified inside.

Now there is only this test question left in the room, and she can leave.

But……

She is not good at alchemy.

If only their court mage was here...

A magic circle suddenly lit up on the ground, and Liang Jue and Edgar were teleported over one after another. Philola couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great, come and help me... Thelonius?"

Philola opened her eyes wide in fear.

She always had an uncomfortable feeling towards this sinister middle-aged man.

That's the emotion that only arises when facing a corpse.

"It seems that you all recognize me." Thelonius smiled, a bit stiff and strange, "You should all be contestants in the previous trial, right?"

When Liang Jue and Edgar saw this man, their faces were as gloomy as water, and their bodies tensed up as if facing a powerful enemy.

They and Thelonious had encountered each other in the trial. Although they did not fight against Thelonious, nor were they killed by him personally, those troublesome skeletons stopped them from escaping.

The road is very tricky.

And they knew that this guy didn't use his true strength at all.

"I have some impressions of you two. Being made into undead puppets is still very useful. As for you...Princess Philora, right?" Thelonius completely overheard their previous conversation.

"Back off, let's deal with it." Liangjue said, protecting Philola behind him.

"No, I...I can also fight with you!"

Her eyes were firm.

"I have dealt with him several times on the battlefield in the Kingdom of Beirouville, and I know him better than you do."

"I don't have time to waste time with you on this kind of thing." Thelonius said a little anxiously, "This trial is to leave this room. With more people, the speed of passing the trial will be faster."

For someone they considered a villain, the idea of ​​such cooperation was bewildering.

Without waiting for Philola to refuse, he walked to the test stand, picked up the colloid brick, and quickly determined the material.

His technique was dazzling, and he prepared the corresponding potion at a very fast speed.

"It's such a simple puzzle." Thelonius said, pouring the purple potion on the gelatin bricks.

The glue melted quickly, but the key inside remained intact.

"I'm leaving first." Thelonius sneered, opened the door, and was the first to walk in.

Others quickly followed.

But no one thought that behind this door, there was another puzzle.

"There's no time, hurry up and find the key." Thelonius urged.

Inexplicably, the three of them became his subordinates.

only……

Rumble——

Philola always felt that the ground was shaking, it felt like a fierce fight was happening in the distance.

Isn't this a trial to escape? It must be an illusion, right?

she thought.

-

Herringbone door.

After Liangjue and others woke up one after another, the skinny man also gradually woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he discovered that the person he thought about day and night was sleeping within easy reach.

Is it still a fantasy?

He thought so, and his sallow and skinny hand stretched out and pinched the other person's face. This soft and tender touch was genuine.

"It's...Molan...it's really...Molan..."

The skinny man's eyes lit up.

-

In Moran's fantasy.

After watching her own death scene, it was not enough. The tragic memories from before took turns to appear again.

To be honest, if you see these things too much, you will become numb.

What's more, when I awakened the Dragon Slayer before, these memories were vague and immersive experiences, but now they are just spectators...

The level of illusion here is not even a little bit off.

It seems that the illusion of this Ten Thousand Treasures God is not very effective. Moran commented like this.

Under this ineffective situation, Moran's illusion was quickly dispelled.

but……

When she opened her eyes, she found——

A skinny man, with two rows of jagged teeth that exuded a foul odor, smiled at her.

"ah!"

Moran was startled and took several steps back in a panic.

"Yes... I'm sorry... did it scare... you?"

Moran was stunned. This man... wasn't hostile?

"No, it's okay... who are you?"

"Am I?" The skinny man expressed doubts.

"Well, yes...who are you? My name is Moran..."

"Morland Campbell, Moran Campbell! I know!" he said excitedly.

"Ah..." Moran was not surprised, because it was most likely the dragon named Mimeni, or Elbat who told him.

But why does Mo Lan always feel that this man's silly look is similar to someone she once knew?

"You...don't recognize me?"

The skinny man suddenly felt sad when he saw Moran's still very unfamiliar look.

"Ahhh! I remembered! You are that person, right! Sorry, sorry, we haven't seen each other for a long time. You have lost so much weight that I almost didn't recognize you."

Moran came up with the winning formula of "talking nonsense if you don't recognize it".

"I knew you remembered me! I have a last name now! Cecil!"

"Yes, Mr. Cecil." Moran responded with a polite smile, although she was still wondering what having a last name meant.

Hey, wait.

The last name Chesil seems familiar...

"Don't say that...it's very foreign...you can just call me the same as before..." the skinny man said. He wasn't stumbling, but seemed to be speaking out of unfamiliar language, "just call me..."

...Bazel...that'll be fine..."

"Bazel? Bazel!!!"

Moran couldn't help shouting.

In her mind, that handsome and handsome man, with his tall figure, strong chest, perfect body, bronzed skin and shining blond hair... a complete European and American tough guy superstar.

If she doesn't already have a crush, she might really want to be a superficial woman.

only……
Chapter completed!