A foreigner's journey

"...In other words, the endless curtain wrapped around the shadow tree is the handiwork of Queen Mallika?"

Heather looked up at the magnificent shadow tree and sighed:

"What a waste of resources."

Even if it no longer grows straight, even if it is twisted and blackened and looks ugly compared to her sister, the golden tree, the shadow tree still exudes a beauty that is unique to her in Heather's eyes.

The eldest nephew said next to him: "I was also shocked. I didn't expect that the Shadow Tree actually existed. It is said that the era of the golden tree dripping with grace was fleeting, and the legendary grace only remained in some corners of the junction. . Now I finally understand why the era of dripping grace disappeared so quickly, because the shadow tree is the real source of dripping grace."

From the shadow tree in the far distance, some golden dewdrops dripped from the crown of the tree, forming a golden waterfall.

But both Heather and the eldest nephew knew that it was just an illusory shadow. The real shadow tree had collapsed, and the dewdrops of grace were no longer flowing. The vision of the golden dewdrop waterfall may be the shadow tree retaining the beautiful residual dream of its past glory and heyday.

"What are those things covering the Shadow Tree and Shadow Land?" Heather pointed at the endless curtain covering the sky.

"Queen Mallika's Mimic Veil, an oversized version."

Mengge gestured with his hands:

“The prototype is supposed to be a slender and delicate veil in light brown, also known as ‘Marika’s Playfulness’.

Its original function is to mimic various forms to get through under the eyes of others. I heard that this good-for-nothing Greg used this thing to disguise himself as a woman and sneak into the ranks of women to escape from the royal city of Rodel.

I didn't expect that she could actually make such a huge mimicry veil and use it to isolate the entire Shadow Land from the Border Land... What a crazy woman. "

"Watch your words, she is your mother."

"My mother now only has the Invisible Mother. As for Queen Malika, when she abandoned me and my brother, I no longer regarded her as our mother... Oh, great mother, thank you for your relief and comfort. "

As he spoke, Meng praised the empty place profusely.

While the two were talking, the Golden Needle Knight's radar had quietly slipped away, but Heather and Monger didn't care. A mere Golden Needle Knight was not worthy of special attention from the Selector and the Blood King.

"Selector, you killed the top master under my command, the old man, and caused my majestic Blood King to risk his own life to explore this shadow land. How should you settle this account?"

Mengge looked unhappy, although the horns and ferocious fangs made his expression less prominent.

Heather glanced at him: "What compensation do you want?"

"You have to help me get Ampah back. He is my humerus minister, and the Blood Dynasty cannot live without him."

Mengge had no idea. He really didn't have the confidence to fight Michaela again. His half-brother was so terrible that he had already left a deep psychological shadow on Mengge.

"Yes, but I think your loyal Mr. Knight Ampach would rather see his master come to welcome him home. Well, uncle will make the decision to help you make compensation."

Heather raised her right hand, opened and closed her fingers, repeated several times, and then clenched them tightly into a fist, making a crackling sound with her knuckles.

"W-what do you want to do?" Meng took two steps back alertly, and then saw Heather's fist hitting him hard.

Monger's vision went dark, and when he woke up again, he found that he was lying on the ground. In the distance, Heather was standing on the top of the hillside, observing the shadow tree in a strange "one-handed telescope" posture.

As soon as he sat up, Meng felt something was very wrong. It was as if his whole body had become unfamiliar. How light was this?

Raising his hands, he discovered that his originally deformed hands had become as smooth and well-proportioned as normal human beings. He hurriedly touched his face. Everywhere he touched was a piece of soft and smooth skin. He could not touch the corners that disgusted him so much. .

Meng was stunned for a long time, then hurriedly got up and found a puddle not far away. Through the water, he saw what he looked like at this moment.

This is a handsome human male face, with long light golden curly hair hanging down his shoulders. He looks about thirty years old. The body shape is similar to Monger's original tall body, which is a matter of course, because all demigods are the same tall body. Not only did all the horns disappear, but even the left eye that had been blinded by the horns returned to normal.

"I didn't expect that you look quite similar to Latarn. It seems that this is why Michaela is willing to use her charm ability to bewitch you."

Heather turned around and looked Monge up and down:

"I did a little experiment on you, don't mind. Judging from the results, the experiment was very successful.

The horns of the Son of Omen are actually the embodiment of the power of the ancient furnace of life. I destroyed the connection with the part of the 'horn' that exists deep in the blood of your body, and at the same time made your power of the furnace of ancient life have a dream. , thinking that the bloodline inherited from Queen Malika and First King Godfrey is the main body, so that you can return to the appearance you should have.

And you don’t have to worry about being unable to communicate with your cheap mother, because the cursed blood still exists in your body, and you can still exert the power of the blood flame.

Oh, by the way, your left eye was also repaired by me. You're welcome. "

Mengge heard this and tried to reach out his palm, and a familiar blood flame immediately appeared in his palm.

Not only that, he could also hear the call of the Great Mother, which made him feel calm, and he immediately felt a sense of gratitude that he had not felt for a long time.

"It seems that you need me to help you with some troublesome things." He stood up, never so high-spirited.

"I need you to explore the Shadow Land with King Arthur and find all the fragments of the Shadow Tree as possible."

Heather looked at the shadow tree in the distance,

"My private yard is still missing an elegant and beautiful tree. This tree is very suitable to my taste, but it just needs to be repaired."

"As long as you don't confront Mikaela head-on, I am willing to collect all the shadow tree fragments for you, even if it means making a big fuss in this strange world."

Meng agreed without hesitation, and then asked with some hesitation: "Is this operation of yours irreproducible?"

"You want to do the same thing to your brother Mengt? Give up, he is no longer dissatisfied with his horns, he is only loyal to the golden tree. Now my knights have invaded the royal city, and Mengt is busy with them Between the two of them, I probably won’t have time to make an appointment for a plastic surgery.”

Mengge was not surprised when he was rejected. His brother was really stubborn. Even if he didn't get any response or expectation, he still served the golden lineage loyally.

At this time, the figure of King Arthur had appeared next to Heather, and the tall and majestic appearance of the king made the reborn Monger feel ashamed.

"Leave it to you." Heather whispered to King Arthur, who nodded slightly: "Leave it to me, I won't let you down."

Heather is still very confident in King Arthur's force.

Even without Qishi's observation ability, Heather could still vaguely detect the strange power in the illusion of graceful dew dripping from the shadow tree. Heather was bound to get this tree.

But now, he has other things to do.