Don't Call Me A Succubus, I'm Really Just A Warlock!

A ruthless character?

Mu En was amused.

Next, as Vitali said, everyone who came here looked at him with respect.

As for this respect, whether it is awe or something else, I don’t know.

The dinner party wasn't much fun.

Participating for the first time can be regarded as curiosity.

The second time was just boring.

The nobles toasted to each other and walked around each other. This was a social exchange meeting for them.

At this dinner, they exchanged interests. When tonight is over and the sun rises, how many new decisions will be made that will affect how many people?

Mu En herself has never forgotten her original intention.

He attended dinner parties at the palace just to eat.

Same here.

But the difference is that when eating here, there are always people watching me secretly.

The acquisition of the title of prince represents the gap in status.

This is not what Mu En feels, but what the nobles feel.

Before he had the title of prince, Helia and him were like friends. Helia was also here tonight, but Mu En could feel the wall that had appeared inexplicably between herself and her.

Helia was very dignified tonight. She would just look at him with her eyes, but would not make any move to get closer, as if they were two strangers.

Mu En knew that from now on, Xilia would not use the communication bracelet to contact her.

Someone came up to propose a toast, and Mu En responded with juice. However, no one was unhappy, and all of them had fawning expressions on their faces.

Earl Landau had many affairs and did not attend, but Earl Francis came, and his attitude when communicating with Mu En was that of his peers.

What surprised Mu En was that there were actually gifts from the two dukes.

They are all precious magic energy materials.

A dinner party passed like this. After it was over, Qin took Mu En and went deep into the castle.

With the opening of the underground door, Mu En knew for the first time that there was such a huge space underground in addition to the place where the spell was tested before.

Pictures hang on both sides of the aisle. Because of the spell, the looks of everyone in the Alfred family have been well preserved.

Qin introduced the names of the owners of these photos, but sometimes she forgot who they were when she encountered some portraits, so she had to look up the family tree according to the prompts in the photos.

At the end of the photo were two young men, one of whom was the previous prince Yuri, and the other was the emperor of the empire.

Mu En saw that the emperor's name was Swain, and the photo had a very similar face to the middle-aged Swain he had seen a few days ago.

However, Mu En felt a lot of familiarity with young Swain inexplicably, as if she had seen him somewhere before.

Finally, Qin took him to the deepest place, where there was something familiar to Mu En.

Swain's golden scepter.

Only then did Mu En realize that Swain's golden scepter was not made by Swain, but had been passed down by the Alfred family.

Thinking of the disaster that the eighteen-day queen would face, Mu En fell into thinking.

If according to the legendary story, the emperor did not cast the golden scepter in the end, then what did he cast?

Mu En felt that she should ask middle-aged Swain carefully next time she saw him.

…

Horn did not attend tonight's Alfred family banquet.

He stayed at home and looked out the window.

He is an orphan, so he is the only one in such a big house.

"You look lonely."

A voice came from behind.

Horn turned around and saw a young man.

That familiar face made him open his mouth.

"Shh!"

The young man raised his index finger and put it between his lips. He walked towards Horn. A force of confinement made Horn unable to move, even though he was a master-level strongman.

"I'm here to help you this time, and you have to come and help me next time." A boy stood at the window, as if he had always been there.

"Okay." The young man's attitude was very perfunctory.

It was the boy who suppressed Horn.

The young man walked up to Horn. He stretched out his finger and slid it downward from between Horn's eyebrows.

A blood line appeared just like this. The young man dipped his fingers into the blood flowing from the blood line and drew the mysterious lines on Horn's skin bit by bit.

"Is this the ceremony completed?"

the boy asked.

"Not yet, I'm just keeping him in a state between life and death, and I need to move him to a formal altar next.

The power of a true god, even an evil god, is not so easy to obtain. "

The young man said, he snapped his fingers, and then a magic circle appeared on the ground. The next moment, he and the motionless Horn disappeared here.

"Boring."

The boy curled his lips. He looked down on what young people did, but he was better prepared to do it himself.

The boy jumped from the window and fell lightly on the street outside like a leaf.

The lights in the capital were still bright at night, and the boy merged into the crowd, looking ordinary.

No one noticed him, but the boy observed everyone.

He seemed to be able to tell whether he had met a person before. From time to time, he stretched out his hand, separated a piece of the passerby's soul area representing memory, and stuffed it into his pocket.

When his pockets were full, the soul threads looked like a palm-sized sphere when put together.

The boy jumped up to an uninhabited house and walked in.

The house door closes automatically, like a ghost story.

But the boy was not afraid, because this was what he had set up.

The boy tapped the ground with his finger, and then the ground parted like layers of waves, and an entrance appeared in front of him.

As he walked down, the torches on both sides lit automatically.

When you reach the end, a huge space appears in front of you.

Countless humanoid objects stood quietly in this space, and a man was busy recording information about these humanoid objects.

"How is it? Are there any differences in the memory placement measures?" the boy asked the man.

"There is no problem. It is very easy for one skeleton to store the memories of a thousand people." The man raised his head and said.

If Mu En were here, she would find that the male was the humanoid excavator in their team exploring the ruins of the royal capital.

The humanoid excavator had just arrived in the royal capital of this era. He originally wanted to dig to see what was underneath the royal capital, but he happened to dig here.

The boy happened to be short of an assistant. Seeing that he could barely do it and it was fate to be here, he kept him.

"There is no problem in storing, but it does not mean that there is no problem in calling. Next, I will carry out the memory dream construction plan. You go and wake up all the skeletons." The boy said.

"Okay." The humanoid excavator nodded.