Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

"It's incredible that there is a small Fool under this island."

This time it was Gloria's turn to be surprised first.

The wealthy people in Victoria were so obsessed with this that they paid for the construction of a super-large ship model. The wealth of the Williams family at its peak must have been terrifying.

"I was surprised, too. Cyril said my great-grandfather was a crazy man. He spent a lot of money, and no one knew where he spent it. He both spent money and made money, and he made more than he spent, so no one dared to question it. After seeing this place, I really felt how crazy he was."

Feng Qingyu stared at the throne on the Fool's ship model. There was a platform in front of the throne, and something seemed to be stuck on it.

34. Sword of the Throne

The closer you get, the clearer you can see.

The miniature throne on the deck of the Fool had a specially made sword rack for placing weapons, similar to the sword racks used by Eastern warriors to place their katana. A silver metal sword rack was placed in front of the throne, with a black sword lying quietly on it.

A sword that is wider and heavier than the Qingxiao Sword that Feng Qingyu is currently holding.

The length of the sword is between 110 and 120 cm. The scabbard, guard, hilt and hilt are all pure black. Only the main body of the sword - the blade is pure silver-white.

The legendary black magic sword that can make the Williams family prosperous has met the last surviving family member according to the arrangement of fate.

The first time Feng Qingyu saw the sword, he was attracted to it.

The cold metal sword body and the dark light became more and more dazzling in the dark blue sea. The black mist surged beside the sword stand, and the chaotic and unclear light penetrated from directly above and fell right on the sword.

Everything around was in a dim world, only the sword was bathed in soft blue light, attracting whoever it was supposed to attract, like an Iberian socialite posing in a black evening gown.

Unsurprisingly, Feng Qingyu could only see this sword.

She had no intention of appreciating the small Fool that her great-grandfather had spent a huge amount of money to build. Even if this ship was not the real Fool, it would still be a shocking behemoth in today's Iberia.

This huge ship model is a perfect miniature of Iberia's lost golden age. Iberia, which lacks hope and faith, will need it, and so will the Iberians.

The real Fool is in great danger, and few people have any hope of finding it.

Goletia marveled at how Feng Qingyu's great-grandfather was a man of extraordinary ideas, but at the same time she felt close to the design style of the ship. It had the shadow of Agor, and it was indeed designed by Breogan.

That man is a genius, she thought.

If another designer had used land-based craftsmanship and materials instead of Agor's low-temperature alloy processing technology, the mini version of the Fool would have long been turned into a pile of scrap metal under the erosion of time and sea water.

Even the mini version of the Fool was made using the same manufacturing process as the original, so it was no problem for the ship to float safely to the surface. The strength of the alloy hull could withstand the strong pressure of the seawater, as long as they could find a way to blow up the island that had been submerged in the sea for sixty years and get the ship out of the underwater cage that imprisoned it.

The underground palace under the island killed the possibility of the ship, turning it into a huge golden coffin. Goletia didn't want it to be trapped here, and had already started thinking about how to destroy the underground palace so that Feng Qingyu would not feel bad but at the same time not let the ship suffer any damage.

In addition to opening an exit on top, there should be a better way. It is impossible to transport the parts for building a ship in such a large underground palace again and again.

When something is repeated many times, people who normally wouldn't pay attention will also notice clues.

Bradley Williams, aka the crazy great-grandfather, wouldn't want many people to find out that he built a massive underground mausoleum beneath his island.

"If it were me and my other consul colleagues, we would definitely build the ship in a secret location, then bring it in when no one would notice it, and lock it in the underground palace. It would be too troublesome to transport the materials again and again, so there must be a door that can accommodate the ship in and out."

The technical archons think in a similar way. They all pursue efficiency. Among those who build the ship, there must be craftsmen from Agor, and their way of thinking is definitely not the same as that of the people on land.

She was about to jump off the boat and look around the underground palace for the door switch.

Feng Qingyu seemed not to have heard anything. He stared at the black magic sword on the sword rack with his eyes fixed on it. His eyes were obsessed and fanatical. The more he looked, the more he looked like an Iberian who had been drugged and was in delusion.

The sword forged by the deep-sea wizard Agor has some dangerous mind-controlling Originium skills. Perhaps the hallucination will begin when you first touch it.

Gloria's guess was very accurate. The first second Feng Qingyu touched the black sword, he was dragged into a space that did not exist in reality.

Gold is the main theme of the entire space. The ceiling, walls and floors are all in a fascinating golden color, giving off a sense of luxury. Even the most luxurious rooms in Dosorez, which is known for its extravagance, can hardly compete with the fictional fantasy land.

Mountains of gold and jewellery occupy most of the space. Behind the "door" you come in from is endless void and grayish-white fog. If you take a step back, there is a bottomless abyss below. Once you slip and fall, it will be difficult for a miracle to happen.

Even though he was trapped in an illusion, Feng Qingyu was not stupid enough to challenge his limits. There was a weak connection between the things in the illusion and reality. Some people fell from a height in the illusion, and when they woke up, they found themselves standing on a cliff, just a little bit away from the real fall.

For her own safety, she would never attempt anything dangerous.

Feng Qingyu gave the magnificent Agor palace-style hall a fitting name - the Golden Hall. The Golden Hall was also circular in shape, with gold bars stacked into a large rectangular shape in the middle.

Sitting on the top of the gold bar was a girl with long white hair, deep red eyes, and pointed ears. She had a typical Agorian appearance, with fair skin, a well-proportioned figure, and two slender legs overlapping each other, and the area just below the intersection was very suggestive.

The girl was very beautiful. Although she was not stunningly beautiful, she was still unforgettable after just one look. Agor was rich in beauties, and the several deep-sea hunters serving in Rhodes Island were also outstanding in appearance.

Feng Qingyu first admired the girl's beauty, then she discovered that the girl was wearing the emperor's new clothes and refused to add even a small piece of fabric.

She knew clearly what she should see and what she shouldn't see.

There were only Feng Qingyu and the girl in the golden hall, which might be the reason why the girl was so presumptuous.

"After so many years, I finally got someone here."

The Agor girl smiled, her red lips slightly opened, and the sound that reached Feng Qingyu's ears was obviously distorted, with the tone sometimes high and sometimes low, as if it came from a distant abyss, floating and coming from all directions of the hall.

"Draco, are you the heir to the Williams family?"

"Yes...I am."

She knew she was caught between reality and fantasy, and the beautiful Agor girl was the master here. Her tone of voice was not as childish as her appearance, more like Kal'tsit's peer, young in appearance but vicissitudes of life in her heart.

His hands were empty, and the sword he was holding was gone.

Feng Qingyu remembered that he never let go of his hand, so he concluded that the Golden Hall was a world existing deep in his consciousness.

"So, young lady, what is your relationship with the black sword? Are you the keeper of the sword?"

35. Magic Sword Guardian

"You asked so many questions when we first met, I don't know which one to answer first. However, you are different from the other heirs of the Williams family. The first thing those people asked when they saw me was 'what can you give me' or 'what can I get from you'."

The Agor girl sitting on the gold bars landed on her feet first and walked away from the huge wealth in a light manner.

The number of gold bars in the Golden Hall is enough to buy the entire Fool, but what is seen in the illusion is not real. Feng Qingyu has always held the attitude of not touching or understanding false things.

She only touched the reality that she could touch, and believed in the reality that she could touch. In the entire golden hall, the only person who could give her a sense of reality was this naked Agor girl.

"Because I know that obtaining those things requires a price. Ordinary people cannot afford such a high price. Rather than a gift, they are more like a curse engraved in their blood."

"That's a good understanding. If your ancestors had one tenth of your awareness, they wouldn't have sunk down the wrong path. The existence of this sword was a mistake, and perhaps our meeting is also a mistake."

The girl was slightly shorter than Feng Qingyu, and had to stand on tiptoe to be as tall as her. The pale fingers lifted her chin, and her blood-red pupils were full of teasing and amusement.

Feng Qingyu was examined by the girl like an object. After a while, the cold hand on her cheek was removed. While being examined by the girl, she roughly looked around the golden hall and did not find any cloth that looked like clothes.

There's always something wrong talking to a girl without clothes on.

"What wish do you want to make for me?" the girl asked.

"Before you make a wish, I have a request and a question. I don't know if it's appropriate to ask."

"please say."

"Miss, could you please put on some clothes? My question is also about clothes - when you met with the previous wishers, were they always like this?"

"No, this is my first time today. Those who made wishes before were all rough and slovenly, or mean and greedy men. I won't do that. Are you crazy? You are the first ordinary person to see my body, so be grateful."

"Then I'll feel at ease."

His heart, which had been hanging in the air, suddenly fell back to its original position. Feng Qingyu reached into his pocket, but it was empty, not even a cigarette.

Since there were no cigarettes, the only option was to tell the girl the purpose of my visit and ask her the answers to the two questions. So she repeated the questions she had asked when they first met.

Feng Qingyu had a hunch that the more time he spent in the Golden Hall, the greater the damage to his spirit. He felt a light and dizzy feeling in his body, just like those Iberians who took hallucinogens.

If your body experiences abnormal sensations, it means that danger is very close.

"Miss, what is your relationship with that black sword? Are you the sword's keeper?"

The girl walked to the center of the golden hall and turned her back to her.

"If I say that I am the sword and the sword is me, would you believe it?"

"Sword Spirit? Or Sword Demon?"

"Pretty much. I thought you'd be surprised. How disappointing."

"No, I've seen so many works of art in this area that I'm immune to it."

Although it felt a bit unfair to the girl to say this, Feng Qingyu didn't like deception and hypocritical words, nor did he want to act surprised to please the other party, so he had to tell the truth.

A young girl's soul guarding a thousand-year-old sword would never bother with a junior like her, unless it was an evil spirit that would take revenge. Feng Qingyu temporarily named her a sword spirit, and the name would be changed when the time was right.

There are some "people" whose names cannot be asked. Every country has legends about monsters whose names cannot be asked. Once you open your mouth, you will become it, or be killed by it and become a wandering ghost.

Urban legends are not entirely groundless, so it is better to be cautious, especially here is the catacombs deep under the Argo sea.

Their conversation returned to the sword.

"The last descendant of the Williams family, are you interested in hearing the story of this sword?"

"Appreciate further details."

All the hard work during this period was for this moment.

Feng Qingyu finally felt tired and sat on the mountain of gold. The Agor girl sat next to her, leaning against her shoulder in a familiar manner.

"You should have known the history of Agor and R'lyeh from the deep-sea hunter next to you, so I don't need to elaborate. This sword is called [Asteran] in the slang of the R'lyeh people, which means evil. It was forged by the most respected wizard at the time. Although the Agor people did not use Originium, the people of R'lyeh had different ideas. The blade of this sword was made of highly purified Originium and the hardest metal in Agor at the time, and the manufacturing process has been lost.

However, in the final step of forging the sword, the wizard killed his only daughter himself, used her flesh and blood to temper the sword, and used some strange source stone technique to seal her remaining soul into the sword, becoming a guardian bound to the sword. The sword is alive and the person is alive, and the sword dies and the person dies. The owner of the sword can make a wish to her, at the cost of his own future fortune. "

"finally, I understand."

Hearing this, Feng Qingyu interrupted the girl. Now she knew the girl's name - Astelan.

"The heirs of the Williams family exchanged their fortunes with you to achieve financial freedom. Once you drain their fortunes, they will be finished."

"You are such an unromantic person. Now that you know all this, let's get back to the point. Miss Florence Williams, what is your wish?"

Astelan asked her in an earnest tone.

It is her job to fulfill the wishes of the holder. If this sword is no longer needed, she will probably become scrap metal along with the sword. Now the contract with the Williams family has not expired. The contract period starts from 1000 years. She can still serve this family for hundreds of years, unless the Williams family completely dies out in Feng Qingyu's generation.

This is impossible. Astlan has a sharp eye and is certain that this heir will have many children and grandchildren in the future and will successfully accomplish the task of spreading the family line.

Feng Qingyu didn't dare to make a wish to the guardian of the magic sword easily, as there must be a huge pit behind it.

"Can I not make a wish first?"

"It's up to you. One day you will waver. It doesn't matter. I have been in this hall for so many years that the concept of time has long been blurred. Come to me when you want to make a wish. I am sleepy. Good night."

Hearing that Feng Qingyu didn't want to make a wish, Astelan suddenly became uninterested and didn't even bother to say anything. He directly ejected Feng Qingyu's consciousness from the consciousness world created by the magic sword.

36. The Test of the Demon Sword

The golden hall disappeared without a trace, the azure sea rippled in front of him, and under his feet was the dark golden deck of the miniature Fool. Gloria stood beside him, playing with the long spear in her hand.

Everything that just happened was like a dream.

The fictional Golden Hall, the beautiful Agor girl wearing the emperor's new clothes, is also a fantasy.

The black magic sword lay quietly in the palm of his hand, the heavy metal was quite substantial.

It no longer felt cold when he first touched it, but instead emitted a faint warmth in Feng Qingyu's hand. The surrounding seawater was heated by this warmth, and the longer he held it, the hotter his palm became.

When Feng Qingyu wanted to let go of the hot sword, the voice of the Agor girl Astelan immediately filled his ears.

——Once you let it go, you will have to spend several years to find it again. Do you really want to do this?

"..."

Astelan's words left her speechless.

There are only a few years in life, and time passes by in the blink of an eye. If this sword falls into the hands of someone else during these years, wouldn’t I be violating the ancestral teachings and betraying the old servant’s last wishes before he left?

She didn't want all her previous efforts to go to waste, so she decided to let her hands suffer a little and seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She had to tighten her loosened hands to keep the sword steady in her hand.

"So hot..."

"What are you doing?"

Gloria had been observing since just now. Feng Qingyu had been holding the black magic sword and talking to himself while sitting on the throne. The more she looked at him, the more he looked like a madman with mental problems, or a person who had fallen into hallucinations due to the Originium technique.

She hoped it was the latter.

"It's okay. I'm talking to the guardian of this sword."

"I hope you are telling the truth. If you are damaged by mental damage and fall into madness, I must knock you down and let Skadi take you back to Rhodes Island."

"I'm really fine."