Southeast of Pergaia, in the Vatican, the imperial capital not far from the Holy Land of Merlin, a marble palace shines brightly in the morning light. It is the Palace of Portalona, ​​the government residence of the monarch of the independent Yaris Empire. People are constantly coming to see it.

He walked into the spectacular arch with his head lowered, mostly holding a roll of parchment in his hand.

Fregra was wearing a hood, and his hands were empty. Instead, a bit of cold blue light in his palm became his only carry.

Duh! He stepped heavily on a small patch of ground in front of the arch intentionally or unintentionally, and the small magic pattern followed, but quickly disappeared.

"Haha..." He chuckled, paused in his steps, looked at the two guards beside the arch who turned a blind eye to him, snorted a puff of arrogance from his nostrils, and walked into the arch.

The inside is not as bright and bright as imagined, but dim, with only a few candles trembling in the cold roadside wind in the palace. But getting deeper and deeper, sporadic lights are placed on the walls of the palace.

Above, some exquisite oil paintings are also hung on the wall for people to appreciate. This is not only a place where the monarch handles political affairs, but also a tourist attraction for the people of Luling.

Of course, this huge political machine has more than one area. Visitors can only enter the first area, where most of the paintings by famous artists are hung. Of course, there is a magic barrier on it, and only three lines are engraved on it.

No one below the level of magic lines can break through this solid magic barrier. You know, there are basically few people in the country who can carve three magic lines on their bodies, let alone three or more. Therefore, basically no one will snatch these paintings.

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"Oh..." Freguera's leisurely pace was as if he were visiting his own backyard. His slender fingers traced the surfaces of the famous paintings beside him like a dragonfly, feeling their unique temperature.

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The tourist next to Fregra frowned and imitated him in surprise as he stepped forward to touch the painting, but was blocked by a white magic light shield. He just chuckled and took three steps at a time. The cloth shoes he was wearing were unknown.

Unconsciously, little bits of silver gauze climbed up, which looked a bit dazzling in the sunlight leaking from the side.

Fregra has five magic lines. Of course, it is incomparable to these tourists. Naturally, they can touch these paintings. The closed door in front is where tourists are prohibited from entering, and those holding a large stack of parchment

This is also the place where many people came. The empty look on Fregra's body made him an outlier among these people.

In front of me, I saw an old woman wearing a pointed witch hat gently touching the empty door with her dead wood-like hands. As the magic power surged in her hand, a medium-sized golden door knocker appeared out of thin air.

Appearing in the hands of the witch. She knocked on the huge red door and whispered: "Rachel Collinston."

With a creak, two huge doors opened, allowing only one person to pass through. The witch nodded with satisfaction, lowered her body, and got into the door.

Bang. The door closed again, leaving it to the next person to request an audience. However, the rotating light pink six-pointed star on the door marked that there was already someone inside, and one needed to wait before continuing to request.

Fregra was not in a hurry at all, and even looked around at the paintings with a smile. A trace of ice crystal flashed across his fingertips from time to time, and then dissipated. He didn't care at all that someone would jump in line, and was happy to let some more anxious people go in first.

He looks exactly like a country squire with a cheerful smile now.

"Humph~" Fregra hummed softly, belonging to the Pope of Merlin, and the light in his eyes became sharper. The sun in the sky was swinging up and down, and it was evening in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the hall had become much deserted, and only Fregra was left. There seemed to be some frost on his fiery red hair, but he had no intention of brushing it off. His expression straightened, and he was smiling.

The intention disappeared immediately, and magic lines climbed up his arms and flowed into the door along his fingertips. A green door knocker appeared. Fregra knocked hard, making a sonorous sound in the deserted corridor.

The sound.

He raised his chest and raised his head, and said loudly: "●●·Fregera!"

It was an extremely distorted voice that no one could hear clearly. It was obvious that the space at the corner of Fregra's mouth was trembling!

Buzz——

The door gave off a dim red light, seemingly hesitating.

"Why, you don't want to see me?" Fregra's voice was like a bell, "The majestic monarch actually dare not see me -"

"——No problem, let him in." A steady male voice came from behind the door.

Crunch——

The red door leaf, with its silk sheen shining with oil, seemed to have been carefully maintained. A piece of light came out from the gap. It was almost dusk, and the corridor was already dark, with light and darkness reflecting each other. Fregra quietly opened the door

He sewed it open, opened a small opening, raised his knees, and made a loud banging sound when his feet hit the ground.

His shoes have turned into crystal skates!

"Dear Your Majesty the King, Ayuni." Fregra saluted him, "Long time no see."

"Yeah...yeah, long time no see." Sitting on the throne, Avni had a mink fur draped over his shoulders and held a golden staff with a blue gem on it.

Under the brilliant light of the crystal chandelier, it glowed an ocean-like blue.

"I am here this time to represent the Merlin Sect." A smile appeared on Fregra's lips.

"Step back." Ai Wuni frowned and asked the people assisting him, including the guards and close associates, to leave.

Some people seemed unwilling to leave. Their eyes told Aiyunni that they were coming with bad intentions, but he insisted on letting them leave. Aiyunni's leather shoes stepped on the ground lightly, but did not make a sound.

Ripples rippled on the ground, and the originally extremely solid marble seemed to have changed. The patterns kept flashing, but the magic power hidden under the ground did not burst out. Fregra seemed not to see this, and remained alone.

Kneel down on your knees and smile without being humble or arrogant.

"What's the matter?" Avni's two hands were gently stroking his wand, shaking it from side to side.

"The new Merlin is born." Fregra's Adam's apple trembled as he spat out these words.

"Really..." Avni murmured, "What you want to ask is still..."

"As I said before, can we allow the Merlin Cult's experiment on spiritual transformation of the body to be made public?" Fregra's voice was very calm.

"I'm sorry, I've heard this sentence for twenty years. It's no good." Avni's lips parted, and her gray temples trembled slightly, "Whether it's the first Merlin, the second Merlin, or the hundredth Merlin

All occurrences are invalid."

Avni paused for a moment, then said in an unchanged tone: "I haven't settled the accounts with you for the last Merlin's escape. The total amount of magic power he can carry has exceeded one-third of a basic rune."

"Your Majesty, please do not confuse these two things." Fregra said.

"The Merlin Cult has always been a church that advocates magic. I admit that you have made a lot of efforts to explore the lowest mysteries of mankind, but I still have to think about my people."

"I also do it for-"

"The spiritual transformation of the body and the materialization of the soul are putting the cart before the horse!" Aiyuni pointed his hand heavily at the armrest of the throne, "I just advise you to stop. Although I can turn a blind eye, I can't.

We can’t go too far and let you go.”

"You are old-fashioned." Fregra's tone became cold and stern, "This baby is very compatible with nightmares."

"What! You actually merged living creatures with humans!" Aiyunni thinks this kind of behavior is simply crazy!

"So what, the baby is living very well now, isn't it?" Flegra's hands were covered with silvery light, and snowflakes were falling.

Completely opposite to his hair color.

"You clearly know that nightmares also have souls, and Didamo's mark——"

"That's right, the mark of Didamo!" Fregra's eyes popped out excitedly, and his voice was inexplicably hysterical. "This is a great fusion! This Merlin will break away from the shackles of the body and obtain unlimited magic power from the outside world.

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"That's enough!" Avni stood up angrily, "Do you know what you are doing? You are playing with fire! Is the baby still himself? Can you be sure that it is not the soul of a nightmare? No, not in the future.

!As long as I am in this position for a day, you will not be able to initiate the project!"

"Really?" Fregra didn't seem surprised at all, "I also guessed that this would be the result."

"Turn back..." Avni's voice was a little sad, "You are bringing disaster."

"It's time for our Yaris to change to a new leader."

Fregra's face was gloomy, and a blue light burst out in his eyes.
Chapter completed!