Kingdom of Byron, Port of Enlightenment.

   At nightfall.

  Beside the commercial street, the main road on the coast of the sea, there is a cheap bar with a large area.

  In the old-fashioned hall, there are some low-middle-class civilians. They wear heavy, dark fur coats and felt hats. They drink and entertain here during the leisure time in the cold winter.

   There was a seat in the corner, and a man was sitting alone.

  He was wearing a thin dark green blouse, and a gray top hat with a curled edge on his head. His messy long brown hair fell down, which matched the stubble on his chin.

  But for some reason, no one seemed to notice him.

  Even drinkers who are passing by in a hurry and staggering will naturally avoid this table, just like an instinctive reaction of the body.

  "The ruler of adversity in the past and present, born in the beginning of the lush emerald light, the great but restrained emerald bird, please listen to the prayers of your believers and send down your blessings..."

  The man whispered devout words.

   An antique lantern standing on the table in front of him was quietly emitting an emerald-like dark green light.

A drunk who had just walked out of the tavern gate was hit by a passing carriage with a bang, and the slippery wheels ran over him. He didn't even make a scream, leaving a patch of snow on the snow. Scary, eye-catching bloodstains.

   "Jing Yao is on top! Someone was hit by a carriage!"

   "Oh, poor Sadie!"

   "Go out and have a look, don't let that guy die in front of my tavern!"

   There was an uproar in the tavern.

  The terrified yelling outside the door, accompanied by the frightened neighing of the horses, was followed by a bang... It seemed that the carriage had rolled over and had a secondary accident.

   Several waitresses screamed in panic, and were interrupted by shouts from rough men.

  The man in the corner was not affected at all, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he picked up a glass of spirits on the table and drank it up, letting out a free breath.

  The green light of the lantern gradually dissipated, leaving a quaint ring on the table, with a seemingly cheap square emerald inlaid in the middle, and an oblique cross pattern engraved on it.

"The hope of the Mitchell family was forced to awaken their ancestor—the earth angel 'Xi Ke' who only left a few words in the long river of history, but held a pivotal position...The ceremony will give me great feedback, and it will definitely Help me advance to Sequence Three."

  The man grabbed the ring on the table, stood up holding the lantern, and strode away from the tavern.

  He glanced coldly at the chaotic scenes around him, and went straight to the pier not far away, looking at the quiet and dark sea under the night sky.

   "I, Sigmund, will start from this perfect script and ascend to the throne of eternity step by step."

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   Misty sea, deserted island.

  Raphael by the bonfire looked shocked. He looked at the strong man with a silver pot head beside him, and was speechless for a while.

  Finally, he said in a slightly hoarse voice:

   "What should I do? Your Majesty Fren..."

   "Just lie down and sleep."

   Fren laughed.

"I will enter your dream and meet your ancestors in person... At the beginning, His Majesty Sid Mitchell also took away a snake under the crown of Jack Speight, saying that the cemetery was too deserted, I hope Can have more vitality as companionship."

   "?!"

  Raphael's eyes were shocked.

  At this moment, he suddenly realized that the little white snake he saw in his dream came from Jack Speight!

  My ancestors actually met the white-scaled dragon?

   But the ancestors have been sleeping all the time...

  Thinking of this, Raphael couldn't help lowering his head slightly, forcing himself to withdraw his distracting thoughts. He knew that what he should do right now was to obediently obey His Majesty Fulun's words and fall asleep as soon as possible.

  This is a rare opportunity, maybe from now on, I will never have to worry about being troubled by nightmares and loss of control...

   "Okay, Your Majesty, I understand."

  Raphael glanced at everyone, and his friend Felice Annuo gave him an encouraging look, and even Polaris Lucy and others were smiling.

  He nodded to everyone, then took a deep breath, and slowly lay flat on the cold ground.

  The warmth of the bonfire poured over, making Raphael, who was already physically and mentally exhausted, feel comfortable for a while, and fell asleep quietly in just a few breaths.

  In the dream, he came to the cemetery again.

  A circle of ancient Byron-style iron fences surrounds the entire cemetery in a square shape. Looking through the gaps in the fence, you can see stone tombstones crooked.

  Raphael stepped on the stone steps, pushed open the door, and was about to enter.

   But at this moment, he suddenly noticed a hand on his shoulder. Turning his head to look, a shirtless, strong man with a silver pot head stood beside him at some point.

   "Your Majesty Fren..."

   "Just wait here for a while, I'll be right back."

   A hearty voice came from the silver pot.

   As Fren spoke, he walked in with the great cross sword on his back.

  Raphael was watching at the door, until the back of the strong man gradually disappeared into the hazy field of vision, he breathed a sigh of relief.

  At the same time, hope rose in my heart.

  Flon strode on the stone path of the cemetery. On both sides of his line of sight, there were nameless tombstones and tombs. Right in front of him was a huge coffin with a tiny white snake entangled on it.

  When Fren approached the coffin, the little white snake naturally approached and clung to his arm. The close connection of flesh and blood comes from it, but most of the information is missing.

  ‘Sure enough, it’s the angel who lives in seclusion in the hometown of Saint Ai…Xid Mitchell, the former guest. '

   he thought to himself.

  At this time, there was an out-of-tune humming sound. Fren was taken aback for a moment, then stepped over the coffin and walked deep into the cemetery.

   Soon, after passing through two huge stone monuments that obscured his view, he saw a young man in a khaki cloak dancing with his arms around a skeleton in an evening dress in a spacious open space.

  On both sides stood two bands of skeletons, dressed in fancy clothes, playing harps or strange instruments that jingled.

  The scene looked indescribably weird.

  With the arrival of Fren, the humming and playing stopped abruptly.

  The young man stopped dancing and turned his head with a smile.

  He has long brown hair that is very similar to Raphael's, but it is waist-length, the ends of the hair are curled up, and the overall makeup looks very retro.

   "Welcome, guest from afar."

  The young man spoke enthusiastically, pushing the "dance partner" in his arms away.

  The skeletons seemed to be alive, took two steps back, raised their skirts to salute, walked away with the band next to them, and then jumped into their graves one after another, disappearing without a trace.

   "This should be the second time we met, Jack."

  The young man walked slowly and said with his hands behind his back.

   "Yes, Your Majesty Sid, the last time I was in the town of Saint Ai...but strictly speaking, we have never met."

  Flun... Now Chen Lun's body awareness is taking over, he saluted and said respectfully.

  Xide walked in front of Chen Lun. Because of his slightly short height, he had to look up at him with an even bigger smile on his face.

   "Your little snake is cute and full of vitality, I like it very much...Leave two more here to accompany me this time."

  Chen Lun was startled for a moment, secretly wondering if this angel had any unique hobbies.

   Immediately, he had no choice but to bow his head and agree.

   "As you wish."

   As he spoke, Chen Lun raised his hand, and dozens of white snakes came out of his palm, crawled down around his arm, and landed on the open space.

   Sid squatted down and let the white snake crawl on him, then stood up again and waved to Chen Lun.

   "Okay Jack, you can go."

"Um?"

  Chen Lun froze in place, watching Sid turn and walk away.

  He suddenly felt that the temperament of the angel in front of him was really elusive, and it was quite difficult to communicate with him.

   "Your Majesty Sid, among the descendants of your family, the young man named Raphael has inherited a trace of your mythical blood... This is why I was able to come here to see you through his dream."

  Chen Lun spoke in a deep voice.

   Sid kept walking and said without looking back:

"I know... But the rise and fall of the Mitchell family, the life and death of the descendants, I no longer care about them. They should obey the changes of the times and follow the arrangements of fate, rather than attribute the cause of their decline to the so-called 'slumbering of their ancestors'. "

  Chen Lun frowned.

  From the indifferent words of the other party, he understood one thing, that is, the Mitchell family seemed to have misunderstood something...

  His Majesty Sid actually didn’t sleep at all, but lived in seclusion in the hometown of Saint Ai, unwilling to pay attention to these descendants.

   It is purely Raphael's elders who are acting affectionate.

  The so-called "awakening the ancestors" to revive the Mitchell family is just their wishful thinking...

  Raphael's situation is even worse.

Although he was lucky enough to inherit a sliver of mythical blood from Sid, the gift of fate had already been priced in secret. It was precisely because of the mysterious connection of blood that Raphael would dream of this cemetery every night. It will be corroded by the pollution unintentionally emitted by the ancestors.

  If Rafael is not promoted to a high position, then sooner or later he will lose control and die.

  Chen Lun saw that Sid was about to leave, and felt a little unwilling.

He originally planned to come and get in touch with this earth angel to see the situation... If it is easy to get along with, then he will try his best to get along with him. , nothing more than losing a few thousand sanity points.

   Wait a few days for the cooldown to end before creating it again.

   But now it is basically certain that Xi Ke's attitude towards him is not very good, but he is not disgusted, and is neutral.

   This told Chen Lun in a disguised form that this is an excellent "ally" candidate... His ultimate goal in the future is to kill the Seven Gods, so the more high-ranking allies, the higher the success rate and the safer!

  Thinking of this, Chen Lun had an idea, and quickly said:

   "Your Majesty Sid, someone is plotting against you behind the scenes."

   This time, Sid Mitchell finally stopped.

   However, the other party turned around, just squinted and smiled:

   "It doesn't matter."

   "..."

  Chen Lun was dumbfounded.

  He originally thought that the other party would be annoyed by this, so he could take advantage of the situation and offer to help solve that guy, so as to gain Xi Ke's favor.

   But I didn't expect this angel to be so indifferent.

   "It's just a [clown] who can't even see things clearly. He wants to use my 'awakening' as the key to the ceremony, so as to get feedback and promotion..."

   Sid shook his head and smiled with his hands behind his back.

  His tone of voice when he said "clown" seemed to indicate not only the sequence name, but also a pun.

   "Because of a wrong information, a crappy script was planned. This is a ceremony that is doomed to fail. Let it go."