Walking down the tall stairs, Charles stepped on the solid ground.

Feeling that the surrounding cold humidity has increased a lot, Charles looked up at the entrance when he came.

I saw an extremely weak pale golden light beam falling from the square opening, dissipating in the air, and even failing to reach the bottom. Although the rooms on the top floor of the building are already very dark because of the sealed windows. But compared to the basement on the ground floor that was completely isolated from sunlight, it could still be regarded as bright.

Although this is not a dungeon, it is almost the same as Diben. With a thought in his mind, Charles added magic spells from Aszend to the three of them, eliminating the sound of their footsteps. Charles lowered his eyes, looked into the depths of the dark corridor, and greeted softly.

"I understand." Floros replied meekly and gently.

He gently raised his right hand, and the iridescent brilliance gathered around him and gathered in the palm of his hand. And like a veil, it spread out in all directions as silently as a veil.

The brilliance receded quickly when it touched the human skin, but the ceiling, the surrounding walls and the ground were all dyed with dense colorful brilliance, which looked like stars at a glance. But if you look carefully, you will notice that the colorful patterns of light dots actually form double ring patterns of different sizes, which look like eyes.

Even Charles' clothes had a bunch of eyeballs the size of lychees appearing on them. Floros murmured softly. Wiping lightly with his right hand in the air, all the light spots on the surrounding buildings were immediately extinguished. The eyeballs hanging on Charles' body were also reduced by 70%. But even so, Charles's body is still covered with brilliant **** of light. His head was slightly dizzy, and he felt that his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had clicked on some weird advertisement, and more than 30 pop-up windows popped up in his mind, even making Charles forced And powerful processors don't realize that although his own eyes don't have night vision, the eyes that Floros lent him have. Goss installed this kind of temporary prosthetic eye called "Angel Eye" on him, allowing him to read eight memorials at the same time. Should it be said that it is the Archangel Metatron who has 365,000 eyes? Floros really has a lot of eyes. Today's Charles is seen by ordinary people. There is nothing unusual about him. But if someone with psychic powers looked at him, they could see more than thirty moving eyeballs of different colors, sizes, and shapes on his body, and maybe they would be surprised by this.

But in fact, it was not Floros who really pressed so many eyes on Charles. It is because humans in this era can only understand that thing that does not exist and has no entity as an "eye", which directly changes cognition. According to Charles' cognition, it is called "psychic probe" or may be More accurate. Maybe. This thing is not used for night vision or adding input channels at all.

Maybe, you can use the psychic probe to peek at the world opposite the mountain. If Floros's spell can act on the soul, it should be possible in theory. But that's for the future. Relying on the "angel eyes" that surround the whole body and cover the field of vision without any dead ends, and the names of many people he vaguely saw mixed in red and green in the distance, Charles asked a certain person without hesitation. A strong chill lingered in the direction.

But this chill is not a miracle achieved by psionic energy. It is a craft made by the intellect of the world.

The extremely deep underground space, the walls and ceilings coated with thermal insulation mud, the wooden frames with moisture-proof and moth-proof treatment on the head, and ice blocks piled on various platforms. This ice cellar has been done quite well in terms of freshness preservation and heat preservation. Holy King Kawad VI lives here? A trace of confusion rose in Charles' heart.

Even if you stay in bed all the time, your legs don't touch the ground, but in this cold and damp environment, with no light and no fresh air, even ordinary people with strong physiques are afraid that they will get sick, right? To be here is probably worse than being in prison.

Kawad VI might as well consciously throw himself into prison like this, at least he can enjoy the sun without worrying about eating and drinking. And dying slowly here, the process is absolutely extremely painful.

Is it really the king of a country, not some prisoner? Pausing before an iron gate, Charles looked up. He looked at the light green business card in the distance, and fell into a long silence.

Kawad, sixty-nine years old.

"Could it be that you are guarding what? Kavad VI?" Charles murmured in a low voice. He closed his eyes, hiding the pure white flames that danced in his eyes.

Then, he pushed open the door.

In front of Charles's eyes-in the endless darkness, there was only one burning lamp on the table. The light of the lamp is so dim and dim. It seems that it will go out in the next second. And seven or eight middle-aged people stared at the lights around the table blankly, without saying a word. On the other end, there is an extremely old man.

His face is much paler than that of a normal sixty-something old man. His eye sockets were sunken, the skin on his cheeks was saggy and sagging, his back became bent, his hands and feet seemed to be shrinking—the only thing that could distinguish him from the old man leading the way to death. It was the very unacceptable white jade-like crown that he wore on his head. Hearing the sound of abnormal movement, the holy guards inside the door immediately moved. After only a few seconds, they picked up the weapons at hand and rushed towards the door without asking.

That speed is extremely fast. Like a series of red meteors, they rushed to the door in an instant. But the next moment, as if time stood still, their bodies stopped in the air without jumping, motionless—that was because Charles opened his eyes.

Pure white flames gushed out between his eyes, the monster-like psionic energy crunched the wall, and the ground trembled.

And the expressions of those holy guards looking at Charles became distorted in an instant, because extreme fear seized their hearts. The divine power that was active in them was suppressed in an instant, and the holy fire from Ahura burning on their hands and weapons was also extinguished immediately.

"quiet.

Charles snorted softly.

The invisible pressure slapped heavily from top to bottom, and the holy guards who were frozen in mid-air hit the ground hard, unable to move. Seeing Kawad VI's business card gradually turning red and the light gradually burning in his eyes, Charles withdrew the pressure and bowed deeply to the previous saint king.

"In the name of truth, light, conscience and rules

Charles bent down slightly and read in a low voice: "Greetings to you, Your Majesty Kawad. Hearing this, Kawad VI suddenly raised his head and froze in place.