There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

Sitting on the Twin Queens' Tower, Arturo looked down at the melee below, his brow full of confusion.

Complex and overwhelming emotions surged towards her, poured into her heart, but then disappeared.

On her own...

Can't understand, can't play...

In that case...

Piano sound...

rise...

Feel, resonate, and find...

Find something worth playing...

To find someone who can answer your questions...

Volume 8: Chapter 57: Frémont's Divine Appearance

"They should be up there. The scale of this concert is a bit intimidating, and the space down there isn't big enough for them..."

Walking in the Twin Queens' Tower, Talina looked up at the spiral staircase above, sighed, and hammered her thigh.

She had just searched the entire area with Maria and Viviana, almost turning the outer stage upside down.

If she wasn't worried about being noticed by the two queens, Talina would even want to run over and look around them.

After eliminating all other places, only two towers remain.

Because of the chaos outside, the security here was relaxed a lot, and with the arrival of Kola, this place became an empty "empty house".

The remnants of the Witch King outside are fighting fiercely with the Queen's Voice and the Golden Law Guards, and have no time to pay attention to here. Others will not enter the Black Emperor's "prison" without permission to seek excitement.

Except them, of course.

"I'm sorry, I really..."

Following behind Talina, Viviana, who was extremely worried about the reversal of her relatives' identities, felt quite guilty about it.

If she had been able to hold Kela back at that time, would this have happened?

But it was no use regretting it, they had already walked up to the Twin Queens' Tower, and the only thing they could do now was to climb up the stairs.

"Stop apologizing so much... I remember I've said this countless times."

Rubbing her temples with a headache, Talina said helplessly.

"What's the difference between you and me between us? Find Kela and bring her back. That's what we have to do now."

"Besides, she's a pretty nice person. I'm counting on her to help take care of the baby. You know, the little one likes to run around when she's around me. She's so lively that I can't catch her."

"Perhaps Kela can help me solve this problem."

Repeating what she had said countless times before, Talina comforted Viviana and used her own baby as a spice to lighten the atmosphere.

Sure enough, after hearing what Talina said, Viviana felt much better and was no longer as helpless as before. She had a pillar in her heart that supported her to move forward.

The three of them climbed all the way, passed Hei Huang's cell and library, and finally reached the top, but another problem arose before them.

"Do any of you know any spells, the kind like Leitania does."

Looking at the door in front of her that was locked by magic, Talina turned around and looked at the two of them.

"Woo woo woo! Not this!"

Maria shook her head, rejecting Talina's idea of ​​asking her to give it a try.

Viviana stepped forward, stood in front of the door, and began to try.

It’s a pity that this is the Black Emperor’s “lock”, which is much more difficult than what Viviana has learned. After looking at it for a while, Viviana shook her head in embarrassment.

Unlike the Black Knight, whose physique is stretched to the max, the Black Queen Hildegarde is equally proficient in magic. As a disciple of Fremont, the spells she casts are simply incomparable to Viviana's.

Even if it is just a lock, it is still the world's top magic.

"Then it seems the only option is to force the goal. Hopefully, it won't make too much noise."

Seeing that Viviana was powerless, Talina pulled out Youyan, and a cold air seeped out from the blade.

Inserting the tip of Youyan's knife into the wall, Talina continued to guide the cold air in.

When frost began to condense on the wall, Talina suddenly switched the cold air on the blade to high temperature.

Under extreme temperature changes, even the tower made of special materials began to make slight crackling sounds.

"Alternating hot and cold, a tried and tested method. I taught them that when we lived in the woods."

In the darkness not far away, a group of dark lines quietly condensed to form a person.

"Fremont...Mr."

Stopping her movements, Talina pointed the tip of the knife at the old lich.

Her meeting with Fremont was not pleasant, and since the other party was from the Black Emperor's side, his appearance here was probably not a good thing.

"Let your guard down, little bird. If I wanted to do anything, I wouldn't be in front of you."

Standing in front of the three people with his arms behind his back, Frémont looked like a senior elder.

But he didn't stay in this state for long, as a voice coming from the darkness broke his look.

"Stop posing, teacher, please. Hurry up and pack up and move. Liches never put themselves in danger. We need to get out of here."

In the darkness, a girl wearing a large three-legged wizard hat "floated" out.

She patted the small square where she sat and urged Frémont: "There's not much space in here. You'd better bring some urgent things, such as books."

"Okay, don't look at me like that, Ermengarde. At worst, I can just put the stone sculpture back at the entrance of the Charms and Transfiguration class."

Having been exposed, Fremont coughed awkwardly, and the image of a master that he had worked so hard to create was gone in an instant.

"What?! You put that thing into my little cube?!"

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on the face of the lich named Ermengarde, and she reached out and put her hand into her own small cube.

When she touched the hard stone sculpture, her expression suddenly changed and her eyes swept towards Fremont sharply.

"What's wrong?! That's the good stuff I spilled the blood of a giant beast on a hundred years ago!"

"Let's go! Let's go now! If you don't leave, we have to leave too!"

Gritting her teeth, Ermengarde made her little cube float past Talina and down the stairs.

Occasionally, Talina could hear the other person using "nicknames" like "Lao Bangzi" or something like that.

"Ahem...Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. From the looks of it, do you want to open this door?"

Raising an eyebrow at Talina, Frémont's gaze shifted to the door lock that trapped them. Then he stretched out his finger and pointed, and the door lock opened.

"I'll do you a favor. I taught Hildegard magic. Opening a door is a piece of cake."

Stroking his beard, Frémont's eyes narrowed.

Talina's talent is the rarest she has ever seen in her life. Even if it is not innate, so what?

As Hildegard said, she can use it and control it, so does nature or nurture matter?

Therefore, he, who had been "backstabbed" by his two apprentices, started to have ideas again.

"How is it? Are you interested?"

He was just a simple person who appeared different in front of the saint. After living for what seemed like hundreds of years, he had a deep understanding of these little tricks and was confident that he could control Talina.

But he posed there for a long time and no one answered him.

Confused, Frémont opened his eyes, but all he saw was a rickety door and Maria, half of her body outside the door.

Perhaps it was the embarrassment of being caught running away that made Maria hesitate, or perhaps it was the kindness in her heart that made her unable to bear to see Frémont so "lonely".

Maria stretched out her right hand and gave Frémont a thumbs-up.

"Your tricks... uh, spells are amazing, Grandpa. You're amazing!"

Maria nodded her head vigorously, as if trying to make her words more convincing.

After saying that, she shook her body and slid to the other side swiftly.

"I..."

Frémont, who had failed to show his power in public, had a tense face. The hand that was stroking his beard involuntarily increased its strength and he pulled out several white beard strands.

"Aren't you leaving yet? Don't tell me you want to stay here with Leitania?"

At this moment, Ermengarde, who had left long ago, reappeared at the stairs, looking up at Flemont with her little head tilted back.

"Why are you leaving? My life knot is still here!!!"

With a sudden swing of his arm, Flemont walked through the door he had just opened and followed behind Talina, cursing softly as he walked.

"Heh... Helhunzollen, you deserve to die a thousand times, old man! Look at the mess you've left us!"

"If I had known this would be such a mess, I wouldn't have lent you that thing! And now you have to clean up your mess!"

"Is this... schizophrenia?"

Ermengarde looked at Flemont curiously, wanting to catch up, but hesitated.

"Lich can also suffer from schizophrenia?"

PS: Which big guy tagged me? I feel unworthy of it (? ? ?? )

Volume 8: Chapter 58: Gradually Drifting Away

"Talina, is that old...grandfather following us?"

Noticing the footsteps behind her, Maria quickened her pace and ran to Talina's side, talking to her in a low voice, looking back from time to time.

Behind them, Frémont was walking slowly. Although his speed was not fast, he was always able to keep up with them.

"Don't worry about it. When we get there, just take the man away. If he doesn't come to stop us, then we'll just pretend we didn't see anything."

After thinking for a while, Talina made a quick judgment.

The lich Fremont was very strange. He was hostile to them a few days ago, but just now he helped them open the door.

"it is good..."

Responding silently, Maria followed Talina carefully, wary of this "old man".

"arrive!"

After running on the covered bridge for a while, Talina finally saw a familiar figure not far away.

The figure was dressed in black robes, holding a baton, and was accompanied by five remnants of the Witch King holding different musical instruments.

It was Kela.

Kela stood in the middle of the corridor bridge, waving her arms lightly. Following her command, the remnants of the Witch King who had been prepared behind her immediately played the instruments in their hands.

The music played in unison, and lines of melody fell from high above, covering every remnant of the Witch King below.

The remnants of the Witch King, who had begun to show signs of fatigue under the siege of the Queen's Voice and the Golden Law Guards, suddenly became braver after these music fell on them.

As if they had gained some kind of power, they were able to fight the two special forces on equal terms for a while.

Their reckless fighting spirit allowed them to engage in an injury-for-injury tactic, but the gap in skills and spells prevented them from going beyond the line and injuring the queens who were protecting them.

"They went up."

Hildegard swung her sword, sending out a flash of light and defeating the enemy in the distance, then looked up at the covered bridge.

The bridge was located so far from the ground that even she could only see a few small black dots.

"So... we're all here."

Liselotte held a harp-shaped shield in her hand, with a faint smile between her brows.

"I still don't understand. If you want to do it, then just do it. Why involve her? Kela has been undercover as a member of the Witch King's remnants for many years. Why do you need all these unnecessary steps?"

Looking sideways at her friend, Hildegard felt for the first time that she was unreadable.

It was obvious that the two of them were in sync, but now she couldn't understand Liselotte's thoughts.

He wanted to catch all the remaining followers of the Witch King in one fell swoop, so he used the Queen's Festival as bait.

He wanted to destroy the Golden Rule music, so he specially asked Ke La to perform the Golden Rule music.