I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 213 Provoking the Eternal Scorching Sun
Hear the words.

Maria stopped what she was doing, the two swords crossed each other with a buzzing sound, and she put them back into the leather scabbards, taking back a room of cold light.

The tall silver-haired lady raised her gray-blue eyes and stared at the knight who broke in. Her sharp gaze made the knight's spine tense.

Also nervous was Gangnir.

He swallowed, watched the knight hand over the envelope, and comforted himself in his heart:
There will be no problem...

Didn't they check it carefully? The Ruipite Kingdom is really just here to deliver supplies.

The prophet camp spent so much effort, but got nothing.

But despite this, the uneasiness in Gangnir's heart still reached its peak.

Especially, when he saw Ms. Maria's gaze falling on the letter, he froze instantly.

Oops.

Gangnir's heart thumped and he closed his eyes.

next second.

With a snap, Maria threw the envelope at Gangnir.

In a tone without any fluctuation or emotion, he said:

"Is this what you mean by 'no problems'?"

"..."

Gangnir hurriedly opened the envelope.

What caught his eye was a picture painted with paint. The pungent smell gave Gangnir a strong sense of familiarity.

But the point is not the smell, but the content of the picture.

It was actually a portrait wearing a golden one-eyed mask!
The golden one-eyed mask... is the special symbol of a cult that believes in the god of nightmares...

The portrait was so lifelike that Gangnir even felt like it was alive, and his eyes unconsciously fell into it to look into the golden one eye.

Then, the portrait suddenly spoke.

He grinned, opening and closing his mouth and said:

【I'm waiting for you in the Kingdom of Ruipit.】

？ ！！

Ganggnir's hand shook and he almost threw the painting away.

He took another closer look, but the portrait was still motionless.

It seemed as if just now it was just his illusion.

Gangnir's heart sank.

He remembered that there was an oil painting monster over there in the prophet camp.

Then the source of this letter is clearly revealed.

The prophet camp told them in a swaggering and even provocative manner:
There are cultists hiding in the Kingdom of Ruipit.

The shadow of nightmare loomed next to the Red Rose Empire, but they didn't notice anything.

Or, he was reminded by the prophet camp who is a cult.

dereliction of duty.

This is a major dereliction of duty!
Gangnir seemed to have heard the sound of the already precarious breakdown of trust between them and Ms. Maria.

"...I'm sorry, it was our surveillance that was not good."

Ganggnir said with difficulty under great pressure.

Then, he couldn't help but defend himself:

"But, it is true that we did not find any problems in the supplies provided by the Kingdom of Ruipit -"

His words gradually weakened until they were silent under the gaze of the leader and CEO of the Knights of the Eternal Burning Sun.

An unbearable silence filled the office.

Gangnir almost heard the buzzing sound of the double-headed sword.

Finally, Ms. Maria stood up and said coldly:
"In the name of searching, prepare to march to the Kingdom of Ruipit."

"Yes, Captain!"

The knight who delivered the message responded loudly, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and ran out quickly.

"As for you," Maria turned her eyes and landed on Gangnir, making his body tense immediately, "There is no next time."

[Captain Maria’s favorability towards you has decreased! 】

[Some information about the Knights will be blocked]

"...Yes, Mr. Captain."

Gangnir lowered his head and clenched his fists.

Anger and unwillingness flowed in his eyes.

Prophet camp, you should not take the initiative to provoke the eternal scorching sun...

Unlike him, Ms. Maria, for the sake of justice in her heart, will not show any mercy to the weak.

Once you leave the Red Rose Empire and the king's protection, the eternal scorching sun will definitely kill everything related to nightmares.

Coincidentally, after this period of training, the strength of their Odin's Spear has also been greatly improved.

Gangnir had a premonition.

The Kingdom of Ruipit will become the battlefield for the next great war.

They must seize this opportunity!
At the end of the world, in the sea shrouded in thick fog.

A ghost ship is slowly sailing in an unknown direction.

The "mastermind behind" the uproar in the distant continent was enjoying his breakfast leisurely.

To say "enjoy" is inappropriate.

Because Anlos had no interest in dry bread, dried salted fish, and cheese.

Sigh. Let’s go to the Marquis Mansion in the evening and have a hearty meal.

Anros put down his shining silver fork and knife out of boredom, and gave a comforting smile to the goblin serving beside him.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he took out a red apple from the nightmare space.

As soon as I took it out, a crack appeared in the middle of the apple, and it seemed like it was going to burst into song.

Anlos smiled slightly: "[Silence]."

With a snap, as if being pinched hard by an invisible giant hand, the apple immediately closed and was too stiff to move.

"Click." Anlos chewed the apple leisurely, feeling the unique fragrance of the apple filling his mouth, and narrowed his eyes happily.

After nibbling, he casually placed the apple core on the dining table.

Glancing at his slender arms with no visible muscle lines, he couldn't help but sigh, pinched them, and thought:
With such a picky eater, no wonder he can't grow muscles.

No, he is a wizard, what does he need muscles for?
Shaking his head, Anlos chuckled and put this strange idea behind him.

He got up and was about to go to the white skull teacher to study biology as usual, when the hull of the ship suddenly shook violently.

"Well!"

Anlos lost his footing and hit the dining table along with the sloping floor.

The apple core was struck, knocked to the floor, and rolled down the stairs.

"Are you okay! Lord Anlos!"

The goblin hurriedly stepped forward to help, but did not dare to actually touch Anros.

"fine."

Anlos waved his hand and looked towards the stairs where the apple core fell.

"I'll just clean it, you don't have to worry about it!"

The goblin shouted and hurriedly ran down the stairs, as if it was an honor to pick up apple cores for Anlos.

Anros couldn't help but laugh, shook his head, and packed up the scattered notebooks.

After he finished cleaning up, the goblin didn't come back. Although Anros was a little surprised, he just thought that the goblin was busy with other things, so he didn't take it to heart.

Go down the stairs as usual and go to the fourth underground floor.

squeak
The sound of the old wooden boards being compressed echoed in my ears like a lullaby sung by an old witch.

After stepping on the stairs, Anros stopped at the corner and looked at the continuous stairs below.

He nodded and thought:
Ok.

The ghost hit the wall.

"Although I knew this was a ghost ship and nothing would be surprising, I didn't expect it to come so quickly."

Anros murmured, thinking of the poor goblin.

He raised his left hand and knocked on the wooden hull next to the stairs.

The crack in the palm of his left hand opened, and with a click, a big hole was chewed out of the board.

Outside the cave, there is deep invisible darkness, as if there is nothingness, and nothing exists.

It seems that it is not feasible to pass by opportunistically.

Anlos thought, watching the hull of the ship slowly squirm and close as if it came alive.

Looking up, the stairs stretch endlessly.

Looking down, the bottom is still invisible.

It's like being in a Möbius strip. No matter how you walk, you're just standing still.

blah blah.

Anros tapped his chin boredly, staring ahead with his ice-blue eyes.

No ephemera, no smell of nightmare
The "ghost wall" that trapped him was actually someone's spell.

It's very strong, comparable to the nightmare space of a portrait.

Since it is not a nightmare, there is no "door" to get out.

Even if you jump down from the middle or break through the wall, you will probably be swallowed up by the darkness and die without a burial place.

"Haha, it's such an unsolvable problem. Have I offended anyone? I'm so well-behaved and cute."

Anros chuckled, as if the crisis before him, which was about to trap him alive in the circular space, was not worth mentioning at all.

Actually.

Anros indeed didn't take it to heart.

"If it were someone else, it might take a lot of effort. But the [question maker] must not have thought that I still have cheating tools."

With that said, Anlos stretched out his hand.

Then, a bright red light rose from under his palm.

Dense and beautiful, like a rose blooming at night, it blooms slowly in this dim staircase, overwhelming the green candlelight on the hull.

"Crack."

There was a slight crisp sound, and a black glass lantern appeared in Anlos' hand.

In the glass cover, a bright red heart is burning, emitting a magnificent light.

——A gift from the goat guardian, the [Heart Lantern] that can illuminate all illusions.

Everything around him went black.

Only a road illuminated by lights is clearly visible.

Anlos raised the corners of his mouth, followed the lantern, and walked down.

squeak
squeak
The old stairs kept making sounds like the moans of an old woman, echoing in the darkness.

Go down the stairs and step onto the plank.

Finally, Anlos stopped in front of a door.

Raising the lantern, Anlos squinted his eyes, barely able to make out the dilapidated brass nameplate on the door, and read it word by word:

"Boiler room.?"

Rumor has it that the curse is the energy that powers the boiler room that powers this maritime fortress?
At the same time, it is also the place where the captain who has swallowed up a new student and controls this terrifying ghost ship is located?
Anlos licked his lips.

The excitement and fear in his heart were mixed together, like a powerful adrenaline injection, making his heart pound and hit his chest.

He was not surprised by the summons from the wizard tower master.

After all, no matter how hellish this ship is, it is not a nightmare.

As a teacher, Glass Can also went on an expedition to get rid of the nightmare invasion.

Therefore, it was only a matter of time before he, the Nightmare Lord, was "interviewed".

but
"I didn't expect that I could arrive here, right? There wasn't even a single person to welcome me~"

Anlos murmured, grinning uncontrollably.

He raised his hand politely and knocked twice on the door of the boiler room.

Then, there was a creak and the door opened.

(End of this chapter)