On the extremely solemn and sacred corridor, the sound of high heels falling on the ground was clearly loud, giving the solemn atmosphere around a hint of elegant taste.

Priscilla walked forward with her head raised and her chest outstretched, walking towards the terminal of the corridor that seemed to be endless.

Around them are fully armed guards.

They were wearing armor and holding spears, standing there like statues stationed here, without even moving, which was enough to show that they were well-trained.

The guards all looked at Priscilla, as if the focus of the whole audience was only Priscilla, and he ignored Al who was following him.

Of course, I didn't care about walking in the other side.

Compared to Priscilla walking with her head raised and Al, who looked leisurely, Fangli was just walking simply.

That is, he did not show any personality, nor did he look around, but he just lacked some interest.

After all, Fang Li had no intention of coming here.

"I didn't plan to come here, but I still acted obediently with me?"

Priscilla didn't turn around, but just covered her lower half of her face with a lace fan, smiling for no reason.

"Although I have such a hope, so the world will definitely satisfy my wishes, but I thought you would struggle a little."

Upon hearing this, Fang Li didn't even look at Priscilla, but just said this.

"No matter what your factors are, even if I leave now, I guess I will come here again for various reasons in a while, right?"

Fang Li said silently: "After all, the signs of someone wishing me to come here are so obvious that people don't have the strength to guess."

For example, the person who handed the information of Fangli's tracing the Witch Cult to Priscilla.

"So, you might as well give up the meaningless action. Do you plan to break through the traps ahead?" Priscilla said sarcastically: "I really don't know if you are brave or very confident."

"No, no, no." Al interjected at this time, and said in a relaxed tone: "When it comes to boldness and confidence, no one can compare to you, princess. From this perspective, this brother is indeed very suitable to be your husband."

"You are right to say this." Priscilla actually said in agreement: "If you are an ordinary person who only fears the unknown fate ahead, even if you become your husband, you will only be the eighth unlucky person in the end."

These words, spoken by the rumored "Bloody Bride", are so realistic that they are unimaginable.

"So, I said brother..." Al approached Fang Li, pushed Fang Li's side with his elbow, and said teasingly: "You are afraid that the princess will kill him, so you chose to refuse?"

Fang Li glanced at Al and said, "If you really have the ability to make me feel the fear of death."

Such words without any emotion made Al shut up his mouth on the spot.

Even Priscilla seemed to have noticed something with her amazing intuition. She didn't look back, but she still had an unseen smile.

Not long after, the group finally saw the end of the corridor.

There, there is an extremely magnificent double-opening door.

In front of the gate, a man was guarding.

"It's been a long time since I waited, Lord Priscilla."

The other person bowed his head to greet Priscilla.

He was a middle-aged man who was about forty years old, was also fully armed, but not wearing a helmet on his head, and was obviously different from ordinary guards.

Attitude, neither humble nor arrogant.

Obviously, this man is not a guard, but a knight.

Moreover, he is a guard knight who directly belongs to the royal family.

Facing this guard knight, Priscilla just said arrogantly.

"Open the door."

Hearing this sentence, the other party did not do as he did, but instead turned his eyes to Fangli and Al.

Immediately, I asked about convenience.

"Are these two knights of Lord Priscilla?"

In the face of this inquiry, this is how Priscilla answered.

"Only the clown there is my knight, and the other one is my future husband."

"Husband?" The other party was stunned.

"Yes, husband." Priscilla said as if he were to be aware of: "The future king of this country's king's husband is not allowed to say he cannot enter."

His arrogant and unreasonable attitude made the other party frown directly, and his eyes looked at Fang Li with a faint look.

However, since Fang Li was too lazy to even pay attention to Priscilla, he naturally ignored the guard knight in front of him.

Therefore, it is a default sound to convenience.

"Please go in."

After the words came, the door gradually opened.

What appears before Fangli is a hall that perfectly matches the word "palace".

The ground is covered with red carpet.

The walls are decorated gorgeously and brilliantly.

Luxurious chandeliers hang down from the soaring ceilings.

At first glance, it looks like a dance hall of a song and dance party.

The difference is that there is a high platform with steps in the deepest part of this hall.

There are seats on the platform.

And in the center of these seats, located in the deepest part of the hall, there is a obviously extraordinary location.

It was the throne with a wall with a dragon as the pattern behind it.

So, this is the visiting hall of the royal city.

The hall of the king.

When Fangli walked into such a hall, almost everyone looked at it.

I saw that there were already many people in the hall.

Except for a few, the rest of these people are basically divided into two factions.

One group is a person wearing a white-based uniform and a knight's sword at his waist.

These people are the knights of the Knights of the Guards.

Another group is wearing dresses, who seem to be nobles.

Military officers mainly knights.

Civilians who are mainly nobles.

The people here are the central organization of the Dragon-profile Lugnika, who constitute the senior figures of the entire kingdom.

In other words, at this moment, all the senior officials and officials from Lugnika, the pro-Dragon Kingdom, were present.

If you want to say it for granted, that is also natural.

Because today is the meeting to announce the start of Wang Xuan.

It can be seen that in front of the deepest platform in the hall, the most central figures of the conference have been fully present.

There were nobles in military uniforms.

There, there were girls in casual clothes.

There, there were girls in dresses.

There are also half-elves in white robes.

"Fangli?"

Seeing Fang Li slowly walking in from outside, the silver-haired half-elf could not help but cover her mouth with one hand, and her pair of purple-colored eyes were filled with astonishment and shake.
Chapter completed!