Trafford’s Trading Club

Pick up the oil lamp, from casual to careful, it always gives the princess a very strange feeling —— it feels like someone is telling her, take this oil lamp with you, maybe it will bring you good luck.

Her Royal Highness shook her head and hid this ridiculous thought... she put down the oil lamp and then turned around and walked towards the door.

But as she was about to leave her bedroom, Her Royal Highness suddenly came back and hung the oil lamp on her belt like an accessory.

The oil lamp is not big, it even has a small feeling... it hangs between the waist, although it looks somewhat different, but it doesn't make people see it, not to mention the fact that Her Royal Highness put away the cape, which masks the presence of the oil lamp.

“Your Highness?” The little maid doesn't understand Her Royal Highness's behavior.

“Nothing.” Her Royal Highness said softly. “Let's go. I'll meet Pharaoh first. ”

She actually wanted to cry out to her father —— and then she became Pharaoh.

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Ibn felt that the so-called ‘eyes’ struck down by the [Night's Watch] might be a valuable thing, so he didn't even care about the [Night's Watch] 's gaze at this time. He put the ‘eyes’ called [Drones] in his arms, intending to take them out after leaving the palace to fool others.

There are still a lot of collectors in the city... no one has ever seen this kind of thing before, so they can sell it for a great price!

Ibn thought of this place and couldn't help but laugh, as if he saw the sons of the millionaires standing in front of him with a bunch of stupid money.

“By the way, did you say it was the eye of the high priest?” Ibn thought of what [the Night's Watch] had said and was quite curious to ask: “How do you know? ”

[Night's Watch] Ignoring Ibn, the speed gradually increased - his familiarity with the royal palace even made Ibn stumble... not to mention the royal guard on the way, even places with lights are rare.

It feels like it's been going on for a long time, but it feels like it's just been walking for a while... and Ibn has a tall object in front of him.

A trapezoidal pyramid-like building.

“God... Temple?” As a resident of the City of the Sun, Ibn naturally recognized the origins of this building for the first time - every inhabitant of the City of the Sun would be eligible to enter the temple several times in his life.

At birth, on the day of adulthood, and after death - when the inhabitants die, they are sent to the temple to be cremated, in this closest place to the true God, so that the soul can rest in the presence of the true God.

This is an ancient tradition of the City of the Sun - in Ibn's memory, he was very old, so the temple impression was so clear... [The Night's Watch] wanted to kill the High Priest, who was naturally in the temple, so now it's okay to come to the temple.

Just a hidden awe in your heart, or makes Ibn, blinded by wealth, hesitate.

“Dude, why don't we add it up?” Ibn grabbed [the Night's Watch] 's arm and said hastily: “This is no better than the palace, what kind of white robe guard is each a warrior as a ten... just the two of us are afraid? ”

“You're right.” [The Night's Watch] nodded from time to time, "This is the High Priest's lair, trying to sneak in is unrealistic. ”

“I told you!” Happy Ibnton, “let's go back from the long plan! ”

He turned around joyfully, the road memory was very clear when he came, so he didn't panic at all when he walked... but he saw [Night's Watch] pull out a fist-sized thing at this time and throw it directly onto the wall of the road... Pfft -!!

A sudden noise appeared, right behind Ibn, and even an airflow crashed from behind him, washing Ibn's clothes up.

He hurriedly turned around and saw a flame in front of him, isolating the walls of the temple from the palace, by which time a great hole had been broken.

[Night's Watch] At this time, he stood in front of Ibn, “Anyway, sneak into more trouble, so call in the sex. ”

“Hit... Hit it in?!” Ibnton's eyes were dark and he fainted to the ground, shouting out loud: “You... you lunatic!! ”

“Only crazy people deserve to live… remember what I said.” [The Night's Watch] grabbed a collar with one hand and pulled him into the open, “you were also a lunatic. ”

……

……

And if God desires to destroy it, He will drive it mad first.

That's what one of the high priest's favorite writers said… he was in the temple's bedroom at the moment -- a room of darkness and light.

The darkness is the darkness around him, but there are two places in the light, one looking at him and the other at a stone bed - yes, only two are bright, the rest are dark… the light does not disperse, as if it were bound by something, so even if there is light, it should be pitch dark around, and the result is pitch black.

The stone bed seems to be lying on something… alone, a woman.

A woman whose body is somewhat different from that of a normal woman - she can still see many scales, but they are not dense, as if they are degrading, from hard to soft, and then begin to shrink and become more transparent.

Her face also began to recover from her sluggishness… the tail behind her was shrinking slightly.

The proportion of clean, snowy skin is increasing… more and more like a normal person - this is, of course, Her Royal Highness Princess Arman Lana, who became a monster in front of all eyes at the banquet.

I don't know how long it's been, but she's getting some reaction on the stone bed.

Shivering eyelashes are indicating that she seems to be about to wake up… she opens her eyes and is in a strange state between her body.

“You wake up a little faster than I thought… Arman Lana. ”

The high priest was still sitting, looking down at the reading book on her hand, and not looking up at her slowly climbing up on the stone bed... she looked down at her body, her hands, and touched the scales on her arm that had not completely disappeared.

Suddenly, she grabbed her arm so hard that she even pulled those scales that were about to degrade and disappear directly from her arm - her hands became bloody.

“They will soon be completely withdrawn… and even if you pull these out now, the new ones will grow.” The High Priest said with no expression: "So this behavior, apart from making you feel painful, has no substantive role to play... has Arman Lana forgotten what I taught you? ”

“Why.” It... she... Princess Arman Lana raised her head and looked angrily at the high priest under another light source: “Why should I... let me be in front of all of you?! ”

The High Priest thought, “Everyone needs to face some... unexpected, unexpected pain as they grow up. Pain is the food for growth. You know why cactus in the desert is so sweet? Because under such harsh conditions as the desert, the precious value of life is more evident. ”

“Even so... even so -!!” Arman Lana walked down from the stone bed, clamoring toward the high priest beneath another light source, "But you...”

“Betrayal, despair… are all you need.” The high priest closed the book in his hand and slowly said: “And now there's anger… even hatred. You need these, Arman Lana, without these you're only half. ”

She squeezed her fist, her nails deep into her palms, and the sand was dumb: “I still feel sad... so in the end, am I just a test piece in your hand? Like... like my mother?! ”

“You can't say that.” The High Priest shook his head, "Your mother, technically my daughter... she was perfectly perfect, but unfortunately learned to love too early. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to stop her from producing the best emotions in the world, and even when she does, I'm quite happy to see them —— it proves that your mother is growing faster than I expected. I'm actually happy, or I won't allow her to marry your father... and have you. ”

Arman Lana lowered her head and sounded sad, "Isn't she still dead... right in front of us, turned into a monster, turned into sand? ”

“It's your mother's choice, Arman Lana.” The High Priest stood up, "I never restricted her, and even if she chose to confront me in this way, I did not stop her... all the love and anticipation I had for her had been given to her. Just as I've handed these over to you... Arman Lana, you're looking to the outside world, right? You've been looking out for the outside world, and now your chance is back. ”

Arman Lana's body trembled.

The high priest smiled slightly at this moment and clapped his hands lightly... and instantly lit up around him - not in the pitch-black room finally showing it all.

Metal walls, metal floors —— everything here is metal, and it looks like a crystal of human science and technology civilization.

“Here…” Arman Lana looks incredibly at everything around her - a place where even she has never been before.

The huge multi-screen screens in front of her and the console, and all sorts of things called devices -- all of this is so much more advanced than what she's hiding behind that wall between gods.

“What, these aren't all your dreams. ”

“When did you... build this place?” Arman Lana frowned and her voice sank terribly.

“It's been built here a long time ago.” The High Priest said slowly: “Before you, before your mother. ”

“You've always been...” Yamanlana bites her teeth and can't help but be angry: “You've always mastered so much outside technology, why... why just give me the most ordinary thing! They don't do much harm to the giant beasts out there... you know, you know you have this technology, you know you can fight the giant beasts more effectively... why? Why watch the inhabitants of Sun City celebrate the longest day of the night every year… why let so many people die! So much life--! ”

“It doesn't matter, Arman Lana.” The High Priest shook his head: “Human life will end anyway, so will natural old death, and death in disaster, and the process will be completely different, but for me… the result will be the same - but you are different, Arman Lana, you are special, you are different from all humans here. As I said, all my love and anticipation have been left to you... and now it's time for you to leave. ”

“What?”

The high priest waved his hand, and the screen behind him suddenly glistened - multiple groups of screens eventually combined into a complete image… only to be seen in the hallway of the palace, where Her Royal Highness was taking the little maid to Pharaoh's sleeping chamber.

“This is…” Yamanlana glanced and took a unconscious step back, “She… she is…”

“I've got a real identity for you.” When the high priest smiled and waved again, the metal floor next to Yamanlana suddenly opened and a cylindrical table slowly rose, putting some clothes on the table… some modern clothing.

Arman Lana stared at the clothes on the table.

“From now on, this status is officially yours.” The High Priest whispered, “These clothes, you will never have to take them off again... you will be the real Claudia when you leave here. I told you, this is what you always wanted. ”

Princess Amanrana subconsciously reaches out to the clothes on the table… shoes with a struggling eye and silence.

At this point, there was a vibration from the question - in this metal room, which was not obvious, but enough to attract the attention of the two - especially the High Priest.

He turned around and looked at the screen… the image turned and came to the outside of the temple.

On the outskirts of the temple in the night, there is a killing machine… a figure dressed in grey animal fur, killing all the way in, sparks emanating from the gun in his hand, making it easy for the flesh of an individual to fall down - even if the flesh of these flesh belongs to the White Robe Guardian of the Temple of Hundred Miles.

“This is…” Arman Lana's face changed slightly.

And the high priest thought, “Well... this mouse is finally willing to show up... so long ago, I can't seem to help it. ”

The high priest shook his head and opened the exit of the metal room and walked out.

Before leaving, he looked at Princess Arman Lana and said, "I hope you're dressed by the time I get back… I'll open the door for you to leave. ”

The door of the metal room closed silently, leaving Princess Arman Lana standing in front of the cylindrical table, silently lowering her head... over her arms, still bleeding.

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The palace, where the pharaoh is.

The owner of this palace slowly stood up from the top of the steps and stepped down the steps… to the young guard in front of him who listened to many things he had said.

“You seem to have made up your mind.” Boss Lo said calmly.

“'Yes,' said Pharaoh of the palace. ”

“Go ahead... you'll get what you want.” Boss Luo waved and a sheepskin roll appeared directly in front of Pharaoh the palace.

Pharaoh of the palace stared deeply at this floating sheepskin scroll in front of him, “This time I will not…”

The whisperer grows deaf... Pharaoh stuck his finger in his left eye and dug out his left eye!