Trafford’s Trading Club

Many, many Yaman Lana... What is the concept of many?

It's like a box of life-size puppets, damaged puppets, suddenly poured out of the container... There are dead bones, broken limbs, rolling heads, rotting bodies, and mummies... There are also those who seem to have died not long ago.

These have been dead for God knows how long?

Naturally, you can't tell what they look like with dead bones and the like, but among the piles of... corpses and bones, you can see dozens of heads that look like [Yaman Lana], which is enough for people to think that everything here is... Written by Yaman Rana.

After all, how many are there in total?

Mr. Otto was shocked when he saw this scene... There were few things that could surprise him too much. This metal room destroyed by the djinn seemed to be one of them.

"Your Highness...Your Highness? This..." The little maid was completely absent-minded and felt a creepy feeling at the same time.

The djinn stopped at this time, frowning slightly... I don't know if it was an illusion, but it always felt like something passed by it at that moment, and it also brought a paradoxical sense of familiarity. But it couldn't remember it.

It seemed that something was approaching the pile of corpses.

Everyone was attracted by the exposed corpses... The mysterious girl's expression suddenly became cold at this time, she lowered her head slightly, her hair blocking her sight, but a more dangerous feeling than before was emanating from her body. out.

The Djinn could feel it, and his whole body suddenly became tense.

No one pays attention to the existence of Iben as a mortal. He is probably the weakest among everyone. It is not because he cannot see his existence. It can only be said that compared to the people present, Iben is too ordinary and too ordinary. Ordinary, without threat, unable to influence anything, so that no one cares.

Because no one cared about this mortal, Ibn's next move did not even attract everyone's attention. Their eyes were still fixed on the exposed corpses of [Yaman Lana].

So familiar...so familiar.

Iben thought silently in his heart that the ignored look was too familiar.

He is just an ordinary person, just a person who can't influence anything, just a guy who won't be taken seriously. From a long time ago, Iben was used to this kind of gaze.

Because of habit, he is sensitive, as if he has superhuman intuition... Iben reached out and fished something out directly from the coffin.

Because no one noticed him, no one knew what he fished out from the coffin...or rather from the corpse of the goddess in the coffin.

Maybe the mysterious girl will know... when she carefully examines the goddess's body in the coffin.

"No wonder, you don't need me to kill the princess to tell who is real and who is fake. Now it seems that they are all real people." The genie exhaled softly at this time.

It's not really reckless, it's just that it's too lazy to use its brain many times. Magic can help it solve many things that require brain power. Gradually, it doesn't like to think, but that doesn't mean it can't think.

Before it became the djinn, it was once the prince of a country and the pride of the kingdom. It was no different from Her Royal Highness Princess Yamalana in the hearts of the people of the City of the Sun.

The mysterious girl did not speak or raise her head, but the dangerous aura she brought to the Djinn became increasingly intense.

The Djinn was on guard and said slowly: "I don't know your so-called method of creating a [container]. I have never heard of it. But now it seems that if the body is made of sand, there is no way to become a [container], right? ?These are all [vessels] that died before? How many times have you tested them?"

Definitely more than once.

Otto always believed that this was the final, final, forced last choice. Whether he failed or not depended on luck and fate. Now it seems that is obviously not the case.

This result... may have happened many times.

Many [Yaman Lana] finally came here, finally walked into the [door], and then failed, so the mysterious girl said that the [door] on the right is just a possibility.

"Just count and you'll know, stupid." The mysterious girl suddenly raised her head and showed a smile.

The Djinn turned back and glanced at the corpses... Of course he would not count them carefully. This action was a deception to make the girl relax her guard.

The moment he looked back, the djinn attacked again, but the mysterious girl seemed to have expected it... the girl easily dodged.

Relaxed, no longer as embarrassed as before... Relaxed.

"You?." The Deng God couldn't help but feel that something suddenly seemed to be wrong.

The girl smiled and said: "After all, she was also the goddess of justice in the past... The goddess who represents justice will of course fight against evil. It is not normal for her skills to naturally improve after fighting."

The djinn’s answer is that if you believe in it, there will be ghosts.

It felt that the mysterious girl's sudden increase in power was not an increase in the terrifying aura, but an increase in strength... just now.

The mysterious girl smiled slightly: "It seems that after so many experiments, one that can succeed has finally appeared."

Having said that, the mysterious girl looked towards where the two [doors] were... and saw a figure gradually emerging in the light and shadow of the door on the right.

Breathe and stop for a moment.

The person who entered the [door] on the right was Yamanlana, and Her Royal Highness the Princess was thrown into the [door] on the left by Yamanlana... Time passed little by little, and when Yamanlana appeared in front of everyone, I don’t know. Why, Otto suddenly felt like the dust had settled.

But this feeling quickly disappeared, replaced by a deep suspicion that he was a very suspicious person.

Yamanlana walked out of the [Door] on the right, and even a strange dark red mark appeared on her forehead at this time, which she did not have before entering. This may be the mark of becoming a [Container].

perhaps.

At least among the pair of corpses, there was no such mark on the faces whose faces could be vaguely seen...it was the mark of feathers, ostrich feathers...a pair of spread feathers, like wings.

The feathers of the ostrich are generally considered to be the symbol of [Mat], the goddess of justice and truth. In ancient Egyptian mythology, the feathers of [Mat] are the weights on the scales, used to weigh the hearts of dead people.

"Success!" The mysterious girl made a happy voice at this time, with a bright smile, "After so many years of waiting!"

The Djinn suddenly felt something bad...the huge danger that he had felt before entering the oasis was coming again. It's just that this time it has to grant the little maid's wish. Under the compulsion of the magic lamp, it can no longer say anything like leaving quickly.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" Yalian saw Yamanlana coming out at this time. She didn't care about so many things, so she walked forward quickly... I don't know which one is true, and I don't know why there are so many. His Highness’s corpse, but the one in front of me came out alive... As long as it’s His Highness!

"Your Highness, you're okay! That's great!" The little maid rushed to Yamanlana and was about to reach out to hug her, "I was scared to death!"

"Be careful!" The lamp god suddenly screamed at this moment, and at the same time he transformed into a red whirlwind and rolled up.

Yalian didn't react for a moment, she only felt a huge force suddenly pushing her away... The golden armor given by the Djinn God on her body seemed to be unable to withstand it, and her mind went blank as she was flying upside down, until something came. He hugged her tightly from behind.

It's the djinn!

After landing safely, the little maid turned pale and asked in horror: "Your Highness? I am Ya Lian... Your Highness?"

Yamanlana could obviously hear it, and looked at the little maid... This was a look that Yalian had never seen in His Highness's eyes since she was a child. It was so unfamiliar that it scared her.

At this moment, Yaman Lana slowly stretched out her hand and grabbed some of the djinn... The huge mana of the djinn was instantly imprisoned, and at the same time, it was directly imprisoned by a huge invisible force. Press directly.

The djinn couldn't help but be shocked...it was divine power! With powerful divine power! In comparison, the divinity of the mysterious girl before was just like the light of a firefly!

The lantern god was horrified, and he vaguely felt the fear of death... His intuition told him that even he would die outside the magic lantern!

Yamalana, who has become a [vessel], is already a special individual beyond its ability to understand!

"Your Highness! Your Highness, what's wrong with you? Your Highness!"

The mysterious girl walked past Yalian at this time and said with a smile: "No need to shout anymore, she is no longer the Princess Yamanlana you know... Her soul has been completed and perfectly accommodated. [It’s] soul is gone.”

【it】!

Mr. Otto took a deep breath. He knew this [it]. Xie Jiatu had told him that it was the remnant soul remaining in the [Scale of Good and Evil]. Because it was broken, it needed to be repaired at any time... [Container] could put [it] It can’t be fixed!

"It...is the Goddess of Justice?" Mr. Otto frowned, "No, the Goddess of Justice is sealed in the sarcophagus... According to you, the Goddess of Justice was assassinated by her sister, the Goddess of Truth. I don't believe in truth. The goddess will leave her soul behind. You...you are a replica of the goddess of justice, and you have inherited part of the memory of the goddess of justice...who is [it]?"

"Guess." The mysterious girl giggled at this moment. Her body suddenly disappeared. When she reappeared, she had appeared behind Mr. Otto and poked her head out from behind his head. "Tip: Only Lady Justice knows about Lady Justice?"

Mr. Otto subconsciously slashed away with his backhand, but the mysterious girl became lighter than dust. As the black knife swiped, the flowing air pushed her away...or she floated away on her own.

This time it floated away, and the mysterious girl's body disappeared again... When she reappeared, she had already come to Yamanlana's side, stretched out her hand from behind, gently hugged Yamanlana, and reached out to touch her. Touching her cheek.

"Only the Goddess of Justice knows about the Goddess of Justice..." Mr. Otto took a deep breath and frowned: "Are you...the Goddess of Truth? Is the body of the Goddess of Truth in the coffin?"

The mysterious girl shook her head, then smiled and said, "You answered wrongly. As punishment... I'll take off one of your eyes."

The mysterious girl curled her finger slightly, and Mr. Otto suddenly groaned... The little maid Yalian quickly looked around, and saw Mr. Otto reaching out to cover his right eye.

His face was dripping with blood!

At the same time, an eyeball appeared in the palm of the mysterious girl's hand... and it exploded without any hesitation or pause.

"It's true that this guy who has seen strong winds and waves can actually keep his expression calm." The mysterious girl praised in admiration: "I have read the information on Xie Jiatu's cross-sectional interrogation of you. You are more suitable to be a king than the pharaoh... In the new world, You will become a king."

But Mr. Otto just murmured to himself at this time: "Not the goddess of truth, not the goddess of justice, who on earth..."

He seemed to have discovered some kind of blind alley in his thinking, and he actually didn't care about the missing right eye, not even the gushing blood.

"It's Libra's will..." A sighing voice sounded faintly.

That was the voice of Xie Jiatu, the jackal-headed human being after Xie Jiatu's voice was deified... It slowly got up, looking so weak that it seemed like it would fall down again at any time.

But it was so weak that it still stood up.

"Libra?" Mr. Otto looked suddenly.

At this time, Xie Jiatu just looked at Yamanlana and the mysterious girl on the steps, "The will of Libra... A long time ago, Libra was the object of [Mat, the goddess of justice and truth]. Back then, the goddesses of justice and truth were still separated. , they jointly hold... two goddesses, Libra will naturally know."

"Libra...Libra...Libra!" Mr. Otto suddenly seemed to have figured out something, "I see! I understand...I understand what you want!"

"Huh?" The mysterious girl... Libra looked at the immortal king with interest, as if she wanted to know what he understood.

At this time, Mr. Otto put down his hand covering the wound on his right eye... His right eye indeed disappeared, but the wound on his right eye had stopped bleeding.

Mr. Otto's face was particularly pale at this time, "What you want is freedom...to control yourself! Yamanlana is not only a container, a [vessel] that perfectly accommodates the goddess's remnant soul, but also yours... tool!"

Libra's will suddenly narrowed his eyes and said curiously: "I guessed it right...how did you guess it?"

Mr. Otto glanced at the djinn not far away, and then said calmly: "Because a long time ago, I knew an idiot who wanted to obtain the power of an artifact, but was imprisoned by it."

"Otto!! Who are you calling an idiot!!" The djinn roared angrily, his hair fluttering wildly, and his face turned ferocious again.

Ya Lian opened her mouth, and suddenly felt that the Lord Djinn was no longer handsome...

…

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In the deepest part of the room filled with bones, a half-dried corpse was quietly leaning against the deepest wall, showing a sitting posture.

On top of the corpse, there were many bones.

"You are the only one left..."

Boss Luo’s voice.