Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

The black mist gradually turned white, with a silver glow.

Just like the eyes of the man in the black windbreaker in front of him, from black to silver, constantly intoxicating, intoxicating...

Beautiful, dreamy, clear, like the sparkling autumn water.

Everything became blurred, clear, and brand new.

The vines of the castle faded, and everything around became lively and bustling.

This is the living Atlantis.

Like a dream, silver, dreamy, great Atlantis.

Prince Tepesh woke up from a moment of daze, and in front of him was the azure, clear Lake Cecil reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

The source of the moat of the Principality of Atlantis.

The attendant called him again, "Your Highness, the ball is about to begin."

Tsepesh was dressed in formal attire, with long golden hair tied with a white ribbon, and eyes that were almost transparent and clear. He was a sunny and cheerful prince. Today was his 18th-year-old coronation ceremony, and he was about to replace his father who had an old illness and become the third leader of the Dragon Knights.

Oh, this is such a great honor! This is such an exciting future~

He followed the attendant for two steps, and always felt something was wrong, so he turned back.

Seeing the sapphire-like Lake Cecil, azure and clear, with mysterious skylight.

Just like the spirit in the eyes.

Beautiful, azure, clear.

This is such a beautiful color.

The prince thought.

He suddenly asked his attendant, somewhat solemnly, "Karamanda, do you feel like you've lost something?"

The attendant's polite smile remained unchanged, "Your Highness, I have taken care of everything for you, absolutely nothing is missing."

Tepesh's brows relaxed and he nodded dignifiedly. At this time, his etiquette was not yet mature, but he always kept his royal etiquette.

In the future, this prince must be an elegant and noble gentleman.

This idea suddenly popped up in Tepesh's mind.

This is really a weird idea.

This prince is him, the son of the dragon that many people envy, Vlad Tepesh Landis.

What a weird idea.

Tepesh shook his head and threw these contradictions out of his mind.

He had a slightly bright smile on his face. In fact, he could imagine his future destiny, becoming a better dragon knight than his father, the most loyal guardian of the Lord, inheriting the throne, marrying a beautiful and perhaps a little proud princess from a neighboring country, having two lovely children, and finally returning to the warm embrace of the Lord.

What a happy and stable future.

The bright sunshine fell on him, gilding this young figure with a layer of golden light.

This should be called a beautiful hope...

He walked into the corridor.

This castle was familiar to him, but also strangely strange.

The tall and gorgeous golden glazed ceiling, the bright and brilliant three-layer crystal candlelight.

The portrait of the Lord creating the world.

The mural of the Supper of Saints.

The sculpture of the Virgin Mary and her child.

Every sentence in the Bible was carved on the wall with no mistakes.

This was obviously the most loyal kingdom to the Lord.

Bathed in the divine light of the Lord.

Such a holy atmosphere seemed to affect him. He stopped in front of a portrait and made a cross, "Amen. May God bless you."

The person in the painting seemed to smile, and two fangs were exposed in the kind smile.

Tsepesh was startled and caught up with Kalamanda, "Hey, look! Did it move?"

Kalamanda said coldly, "No, Your Highness! I'm afraid you were too excited last night and didn't rest well! Today you have lost your mind and said such inexplicable words for the thirtieth time. Besides, it's just a painting." He paused and said, "When you are in front of His Majesty the King later, Your Highness must be more stable and don't be distracted again. You are really too rude."

"I'm really sorry, Kalamanda." Tepesh looked at Kalamanda who had turned around and sighed. He dared to guarantee that if he was not his master, Kalamanda would definitely criticize him with more severe and merciless words.

For example, please don't talk nonsense in front of the respected King.

Oh, God, he was sure that if it weren't for the etiquette, Karamanda would have said that.

Kara was a butler who was so rigid and boring that no one in the world could match him! His back was always straight, his hair was always combed meticulously, and his clothes were always smooth without a wrinkle! If he could be 20 years younger, the title of the first prince of the kingdom would not fall to Tepesh, because Kara must be a strong competitor.

Tepesh said slowly, "I really admire my father." He was able to maintain the reputation of being the first elegant noble in the principality under such a strong opponent. But perhaps this was more because of his identity.

Kara paused, and began to praise without thinking. The reverent smile on his face was so bright that it blinded people. "Of course. His Majesty is the most perfect king since he was crowned. He is the light on the Lord's shoulders, he is the destroyer of demons, he is the most loyal defender of light! Your Highness, you have a very perfect object of worship, and the correctness of your object of worship really shows that you have inherited the perfect aesthetic taste of His Majesty. Your Highness, you still have a lot to learn from your father..."

Tepes was a little helpless. He straightened his gloves and had to accept his words to avoid the embarrassment that silence would bring to him. "You are right, Kara. You have to know that no one can be better than your father." Let me respect you and want to catch up. I admit that what I am doing is not good enough, but I will continue to work hard. Kara, you must know that this is not a simple empty talk.”

Kalamanda did not look back. He said in an appreciative tone, "Your Highness, your ambitions are so lofty, which really makes me happy. Your steps are so solid, which makes me relieved. Your Highness, you may become The only person in the history of the Principality of Landis who can surpass your father. I will never doubt this."

Tepes smiled.

Although Kara is a serious and old-fashioned person, his face seems to be stuck with gel and his expression will never change except when he mentions his father, but he actually has great confidence in his prince. . Perhaps this man who wears formal butler uniforms all year round has some unknown habits, such as walking 22 inches and 22 inches, bowing three inches lower than usual, and bowing three inches if there is no special need. Ten degrees...

Of course, this is what Tepesh, who has always been raised by him, summed up. Kara himself probably didn't even realize this.

Tepes turned back and looked at the portrait. The painting had not changed at all. He frowned, maybe he was too tired.

He quickly asked, "Kalamanda?"

Kalamanda nodded, "Yes, Your Highness. I am here."

"Kalamanda, do you hear the harp?"

"Yes, I heard it. That was the sound coming from the ball."

Tsepes said, "Did you hear the sound of the wind?"

"Isn't this kind of wind common?"

Tepesh paused, "But isn't the wind in the kingdom south wind?"

Kalamanda also paused. "Your Highness, what do you suspect?"

"Are you serious?"

Kalamanda did not answer, "The king and queen are waiting for you."

Tepes went no further.

Kalamanda didn't seem to notice that he had stopped and walked towards the dance.

The flames of hell burned and hung behind him, as if forcing him to move forward.

When he continued to move forward, all the flames disappeared and turned back into the elegant corridor.

Tepes suddenly felt uneasy.

At this time, Kalamanda's slightly questioning voice came, "Your Highness?"

Tsepes nodded, "What's the matter? Kalamanda?"

"Your Highness, do you hear the sound of the harp?"

"Yes, I heard it. That was the sound coming from the ball."

A mysterious smile appeared on Kalamanda's face, and he asked softly, "Do you hear the sound of the wind?"

"Isn't this kind of wind common?" the prince replied.

Kalamanda nodded, "Yes, such winds are indeed common. Your Highness, let's go quickly, the king and queen are waiting for us."

Tepes followed him toward the ballroom. He blinked and stopped. The corridor is still the same corridor, unchanged. He rubbed his brows, as if he had lost something?

What is it?

Nobles or ladies gathered in small groups. They might be discussing which family's beautiful girls, admiring the gorgeous clothes, checking out the newly promoted lords, and imagining the future of the kingdom.

When the prince came in, the men took off their hats and the women lifted their skirts, and they saluted him.

"Good day, Your Highness Tsepes."

The prince nodded, "Good day, Baron Angelou, madam."

He came closer. His father, Vlad Tagul, was sitting on a purple ermine throne, wearing his tall crown and holding his luxurious scepter. When he saw Tsepes, The solemnity on his face immediately melted away like winter snow, his smile was kind and kind, and his brown eyes exuded warmth. Only for Tepes, his proudest child, he would smile like this.

The beautiful and elegant queen is wearing a complicated and gorgeous golden court dress. The hem of the skirt is trailing on the polished marble floor. She has a pair of beautiful clear light blue eyes, and a golden heart hangs on her snow-white neck. Shaped gems, a shining diamond crown tied up her golden hair, and jewelry hung on her hands. If someone else were to dress like this, it would have been very vulgar, but when it was worn on her, it looked so elegant and dignified, and it was simply tailor-made.

No matter who it is, they must sigh at this time, there must be no woman more beautiful than her.

Prince Tepesh inherited more of his mother's appearance, delicate and elegant, but because of his father's presence, his facial features appeared darker, and he did not look like a weakling who would be looked down upon.

Those who had fought against him must still remember the feeling of being beaten by his fists more than half a month later.

This is not an exaggeration at all, because at that time, the injuries of those who were beaten must not have healed yet.

The king took the prince's hand and stood up with the queen. Their faces were filled with devout faith, and they chanted softly and gently,

“Our Father in heaven: hallowed be your name.

May your kingdom come. May your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Because the kingdom, power, and glory are all yours forever. "

So the lords below also followed him and praised the Lord.

The king said, "Today is the prince's eighteenth birthday. He is the pillar of the country and will also be the most loyal defender of the country. Everyone here, I am old, and the kingdom needs new blood to participate and protect. Today in the Lord In the presence of the witnesses, I crown my son, Vlad Tepes Landis.”

"From today onwards, Vlad Tepes Landis will take over my responsibility and become the leader of the Dragon Knights."

He put the prince's crown brought by the waiter on Tepesh's head, and took off a sapphire ring from his thumb, which was the dragon knight's token.

Tepesh put a fist on his chest and knelt on one knee, "Dear Knight Commander Vlad Tagul Landis, your faithful successor, in the witness of the Lord, I promise you that you will always Be loving, just, passionate, loyal, brave, and willing to dedicate and sacrifice everything you have for the kingdom at any time..."

The author has something to say: In these two chapters of Landis's illusion, Xiaochen can't get out of the scene. Yes, I have set up super nb abilities for him and set up illusion eyes. Of course, you simple saints will continue to be unlucky.