Why do you want to call me

The queen looked at everything here, and then said to an old man.

"No need, Your Majesty the Queen."

The old man said respectfully, not daring to show any disrespect.

"Can the Lord of Dreams really undo Princess Christine's curse?"

"Of course, Your Majesty the Queen."

"The great dream master possesses endless power, and in her eyes, everything is just an insignificant speck of dust."

Listening to the old man's compliment, the queen smiled faintly.

"If anything is in her eyes, it is just an insignificant dust."

"Then why does she need sacrifices?"

After the old man finished speaking, she asked suddenly.

The old man choked instantly, but his reactions over the years made him think of an excuse.

"His Royal Highness, the great dream master does not need any sacrifices."

"But how can we, as her humble followers, be indifferent to her mercy?"

"The better the sacrifice, the more it can represent our devotion to the Lord of Dreams."

The queen looked at the high priest who was sweating slightly from his temples, and no longer questioned him.

Because it was the only order she could find that was willing to help her.

The other sects were either cheating, or they were afraid to associate with her due to the deterrence of the Queen's status.

Seeing the queen's leaving figure, the high priest let out a slight breath.

"My lord priest, what if we really can't summon the Lord of Dreams this time?"

A young man asked cautiously.

It was the person who Ji Yan asked to find his sect.

Now he has found it, but he can't report it to Ji Yanding.

"Can't be summoned?"

"There are so many sacrifices here, how can they not be summoned."

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The young man felt a little terrified in his heart.

Because there seems to be something wrong with the way the priest looks at him.

He probably knew what he was up to.

Damn it, if this person hadn't caught up with the queen...

It's not like he didn't even have the opportunity to report the letter.

The young man hastily found an excuse, and avoided the sight of the priest.

"There are so many sacrifices here, how can they not be summoned."

"Yes, so many offerings..."

The priest's face was gloomy, and he repeatedly emphasized to the place where no one was there, as if to appease his irritable heart.

The air at night seemed to be getting colder, and the snowflakes falling down gradually became like goose feathers.

In just a few breaths, the ground was covered with a layer of white fine velvet.

Frankly speaking, this kind of time is by no means an excellent scene for offering sacrifices.

At least not for the Dream Lord.

According to the priest's plan, it should be just after twelve o'clock, and at least ten thousand people around will enter the dream.

This is a hotbed of sacrifice.

but now……

The priest looked at the barren and desolate place, and it didn't even look like there were enough people.

Otherwise, he knew that there was something wrong with the young man, so how could he pretend that nothing happened and let him return to the religious group.

Only those items placed on the altar can bring a glimmer of hope to the priest.

Maybe the Lord of Dreams has really come?

Time flies by, snowflakes fall layer after layer.

The queen took out the warm golden pocket watch and quietly looked at the time on it.

The hour and minute hands point to twelve o'clock above the head.

"Your Highness, the High Priest said that the ceremony is ready."

The maid opened the thick curtain that shielded from the wind and snow, and a trace of cold air followed, extinguishing the candle flame on one side.

Inside the tent, the brightness suddenly dimmed.

"what!"

"Your Highness, I didn't mean to!"

"I'm going to rekindle it."

The maid turned pale with fright, panicked for a moment, and hurriedly went to get the flint and steel.

The queen glanced at the handy maid, but did not reprimand her sharply.

"Not for now, I'm leaving the tent now."

"Go and see Princess Christine, and find a few people to push her to the altar."

"Yes, Your Majesty the Queen."

The maid let out a sigh of relief, and then responded respectfully.

At the same time, he quietly took out a stone in his hand.

The smooth side of the stone is facing the graceful back of the queen.

The queen lifted the curtain with her bare hands, suddenly thought of something, then turned her head to the maid and said.

"By the way, add a few more layers of quilts to Princess Christine."

"So as not to make her cold."

"Yes, Your Majesty the Queen."

The maid was kind, and the stone rolled into her sleeve without a sound, without revealing a single flaw.

Then the Queen's figure completely disappeared into the tent.

The maid bowed her head in silence for a while, then walked towards Princess Christine's room.

……

"Honorable Queen..."

Seeing that it was the Queen's figure approaching, the priest went to meet her in person.

But before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by the queen.

"The maid said you are ready?"

"Yes, it is."

Looking at the queen whose aura seemed to be becoming more and more oppressive, the priest suddenly lost his momentum.

But he was just a priest of a small order.

How can it be compared with the queen of an empire.

If he can maintain his normal speech at this moment, his control is already very strong.

Although all of this was forced and helpless.

The queen seemed to know that she was too hasty, so she eased the atmosphere slightly.

After the two confirmed, the priest lowered his eyebrows and said pleasantly, and then bent down to the queen as a gesture of invitation.

"The arrival of the great dream lord may be a bit loud, so please move to the viewing platform in the distance."

"This is also for the sake of your precious body."

The queen looked at the table in the distance, which was covered by an umbrella, blocking the snowflakes as big as goose feathers.

"No need, I'll just stand here and watch."

The queen shook her head and declined the priest's proposal.

The priest looked at the queen of the Ottoman Empire with cloudy eyes, and after a moment of silence, he bowed to her.

He knew that the queen meant surveillance in it.

Turning around, he looked at the altar that was all ready, and a group of very nervous believers.

The priest took a deep breath, and the terrifying black shadow seemed to appear in his eyes again.

To be honest, when he knew the identity of the queen, his body felt a little weak.

In an instant, I wanted to reject her directly, and then stay far away.

But he can't, and he doesn't dare.

Because that person came to him specifically, and through various means, asked him to contact the queen and help the queen complete the sacrifice to the evil god.

Priests are extremely dissatisfied with the gods they believe in being classified as evil gods.

But even if he was dissatisfied, there was nothing he could do, so he had to be "accepted" by the queen bitterly.

At this moment, the queen is also helpless, and almost no one can unravel Princess Christine's curse.

Unless you trade her happiness behind.

But as a mother who loves her daughter dearly, it is impossible for her to agree.

But her husband, the daughter's father, seemed unusually "indifferent" to this.

The queen looked at Princess Christine's sleeping face every day, and tears had already wetted an unknown amount of handkerchiefs.

Her heart seemed to be slowly cut open by a blunt knife.

Every time I look at my daughter, it is a heavy cut, and the pain is unbearable.

The Queen, as a mother, was almost tormented mad.

The ruddy face lost its former luster and gradually became thinner.

"My poor daughter..."

"I will do whatever it takes to save you..."

The snowflakes falling on the black hair quietly listened to the Queen's murmur with a touch of madness.

……

In a bright tent, a girl as beautiful as a doll lay quietly on the bed.

She slept peacefully, her eyelashes resting slightly like butterflies.

Kristen inherited long black hair from her mother, which spread out like a cloud.

The skin is white and delicate, like a tooth withered.

This is a beautiful picture scroll drawn by a master, which is slightly suffocating.

But suddenly, the eyelashes of the person in the painting trembled slightly.

Then the eyes opened slightly, and the eyes with a hint of blue were like the deep sea, as if a terrifying monster would jump out of it at any moment.

"uh-huh……"