A hint of arrogance and arrogance, with an air of arrogance and arrogance.

The latter handed something to the former, and Fang Plover saw clearly that it was a brooch with a dull luster, the mark of a fanatic's sacrifice, and the former stood up sobbing.

"It's too late, Jeffrey, just listen to me."

The woman laughed proudly.

Then the shadow gradually faded away.

A closed door appeared in front, and a bronze nameplate hung on the door, engraved with the characters of the Kingdom of Kaolin. If translated into the earth's text, it is a line of simple Arabic numerals:

3007.

Fang Yu opened the door without hesitation.

This was the first time he saw the room that the Papalars had stayed in before. It was ordinary and no different from other rooms.

There is a bed, with a short bedside table next to the bed, and a somewhat mottled wardrobe on one side by the window.

The room was empty, it could be said that there was nothing else.

The door automatically closed behind them.

But nothing happened.

No phantom, no sound

Fang Luo looked at the bedside table, which was empty. He thought of the rumors about this room, and seemed to have thought of something. But Sylvide had already been one step ahead of him, took out a brooch from her arms, and put it on that place.

Fang Plover took a closer look and saw that it was the mark of martyrdom of a loyal person.

He looked at Sylvester in astonishment. He remembered that this thing was clearly in Parker's hand, and he handed it to the little dwarf with his own hands: "Why is it here with you?"

"Of course Parker gave it to me."

"Did he meet you?"

Sylvide nodded matter-of-factly.

"But why would he give this to you? I clearly told him."

"Captain doesn't trust me?"

"Of course I don't mean that, but..."

Sylvide smiled slyly: "It's just a joke, don't be so nervous. I exchanged the 'treasure map' for him. Mr. Parker is obsessed with money, so of course he agreed."

"Treasure Map?"

"You remember the plan of Hostings Cathedral?"

"You put it away?" Fang Yu suddenly realized.

"Tian Lan has put it away. Before you let them leave, I asked that cute little girl to get it." The noble girl narrowed her eyes into crescent moons and smiled.

Fang Yu looked at her speechlessly. "Why can't I hide anything from you, Sylvide?"

"Meticulousness is the first virtue of an alchemist," Sylvide expressed her merit: "Besides, wouldn't this come in handy? Who told you not to give me the seal? After all, you still don't trust us.

Here you go, Captain."

Fang Yu was no match for this sharp-tongued aristocratic lady, and was quickly defeated.

The two were talking, and the door behind them was quietly pushed open.

The panic-stricken young man sneaked in from there. His face was pale and soulless, as if he had been fished out of the water. His whole body was dripping wet, and his soft blond hair stuck to his pale forehead.

He pressed his back against the door frame, as if using all his strength to stand there, looking at the room, which had not changed at all from what he had seen before.

It was as if nothing had happened yet, frozen in the day before the celebration.

If, if everything could go back.

The young man recalled all the regrets he had experienced in this long darkness, and couldn't help covering his face with his hands, tears overflowing from between his fingers.

He sobbed and cried bitterly.

Until a voice said outside the door: "Go, Jeffrey, don't you want freedom? Freedom is there, very close to you."

But where does freedom come from?

Young people understand in their hearts that everything they do will only lead them to fall into the abyss.

But he couldn't resist, holding something in his hand, and slowly approached. Fang Plover and Sylvide both turned sideways, letting him pass through, and approached the bedside table.

Only then did the two of them see that there was a sword on the bedside table.

When Fang Yu saw the sword, he couldn't help but lose his voice.

"Fairy Holy Sword, Garapea!"

The scabbard of the sword.

The hilt of the sword.

The shape of the sword.

It was exactly the same as the one he had seen in Mazak's hand, and even the scratches on the emerald on the counterweight were exactly the same.

It's obviously the same sword.

"That's it!" The black figure outside the door screamed anxiously: "Jeffrey, pick it up and give it to me! Quick, don't hesitate!"

The young man hesitated for a long time.

Just then he placed the thing in his hand on the cabinet. Fang Lu saw that the position was exactly the same, and it happened to coincide with the mark of martyrdom of the loyal ones on the bedside table.

He turned around, blocked the mark with his body, and then slowly picked up the sword.

A ray of light emitted from the sword, rippling like a shock wave, startling the square plover in the room. The black figure outside the door even screamed and ran back more than ten feet.

But after this vision, the brilliance of the sword wound dimmed, as if it had been contaminated by something, and became dull.

"Yes, that's it!" The black shadow outside the door shouted happily: "Quick, Jeffrey, bring it to me."

The young man hesitated: "Sir, you promise to give me freedom."

"I promise, give it to me and you will be free. It's useless for me to take your soul. You should understand this."

"I trust you once more, my lord."

"You're right, Jeffrey." The man outside the door said softly.

That gentle voice was exactly the same as Shizu's.

Then all illusions disappeared.

There were no young people in the house anymore, and there was no strange, twisted, burning flame-like figure outside the house.

All sounds fell silent.

Only the brooch and the unicorn mark on it were left, shining in the darkness. That was the only thing Jeffrey left in this room.

Fang Yu looked at the brooch, but he only had doubts in his heart.

"Why is it the mark of martyrdom for the loyal?"

"Shouldn't what is here be the sacrifice mark of the fanatic?"

"What happened in between?"

While thinking about it, he picked up the mark.

The name of the imprint has also changed.

Seal of No Regrets (magic accessories, equipment level, d)

Basic attributes: Perception +12, Analytical ability +21, Willpower modification +33%,

Additional skills: Selfless Word, Pure Heart

Weight:0.1kg

Occupy: Brooch

Requirement level: any level 15

‘Under the illusion of Dolifen, those who hold the command can ignore its level restrictions’

‘Retrograde in desperate situation, dawn breaks’

‘The language of the stars contains a pure soul’
Chapter completed!