Brian looked around the bustling market in the desert oasis.

In the dimming light, the lake water near the camp shines with a silver luster, and the distant sky is decorated with a last faint pink color by the sunset.

At this moment, most merchants are busy packing their eye-catching sandproof tents and rolling up carpets for displaying ceramics, handicrafts, and various exotic goods.

Brian and Herist were walking side by side, and as they walked out of the ruins, as he imagined, the ghost prince Brenas had been waiting for a long time.

He glanced at the ghost prince leading the way in front of him. Now he was dressed as a human race and was whistling a whistle of an outdated song.

Few people can guess this young human being or a ghost wizard. After all, his human identity is, in the impression of players, Brenas Tanshul is more like a spanish child and a half-jealous wizard. His spells often go crazy. He is also a boastful amateur artist, often pretending to be a bard in a mysterious way.

The ghost prince walking in the market at this moment had a complacent smile on his face and his extremely luxurious outfit, which all revealed his wealth, leisure and privilege.

However, in fact, it was him who deliberately designed this human image.

The embroidery on his lilac silk jacket was the conspicuous corolla of a merchant family in the north, the pleated trousers were stuffed into impractical goatskin boots, and the wide sleeves of the silk shirt were embroidered with fine runes in fine gold or violet threads.

The nobleman's clothing was loose and loose, covering his slender but strong body, just like the dazzling gem on the hilt of his sword, attracting others' eyes, but ignoring the fingers that can outline the magic of death.

"Is there really no problem?"

Heliste said to Brian through his soul, "He is from the Ghost City. I have heard the Silver Moon Dragon mention many times that the Collar Bonas, Melegonte and Brenas of the Ghost City, these three princes have been secretly planning how to subvert the rule of the North."

"and……"

She added: "The army of Yinhun City is still defeated in your hands."

"If even this little prince is not worthy of trust."

Brian handed Herist a reassuring look and responded with a smile, "Then, I deserve the proud and arrogant descendants of Naserel fell into the abyss step by step."

He is still familiar with the other two ghost princes responsible for planning the Northland Alliance.

After all, he has lived in Silver Moon City for five years. Among the enemies he has come into contact with, except for the Abyss Demon, there are the most enemies in the Ghost City.

Melegonte Tanshul, the twelve ghost princes, has very ordinary arcane talent. Despite this, he still insists on choosing the path of arcane.

In the plan against the Northland Alliance, although his strength is not as outstanding as other ghost princes, his lack of arcane skills has been completely compensated by him with conspiracy and tricks.

Through his tricks to deceive others and his talent for false love with others at any time, he integrated many evil forces such as the orcs at the ridge of the world, the horse-hunters of the Moon Forest, the abyss demons of the Hell Gate Castle and the demon elves of the Supreme Forest, and other evil forces, attacking various civilized territories in the entire Northland.

The floating castle behind the Silver Moon Dragon fell from the sky and turned into ruins under the planning of Melegonte. The ancient silver dragon "Silver Wings" Diszerodton also died in this battle.

Colaribonas Tanshure, the second youngest little prince in the Ghost City, and the most notorious and despicable Shadow Guard Assassin.

In the plan for Winter City, the prince, in order to find the third relatively complete floating city buried deep underground, buried in the third and relatively complete floating city, detonated a large volcano in the Hotno Mountains in the Winter City area, destroying most of the entire Winter City in a terrible natural disaster.

It was not until Brian's rebirth that a fleet from Deep Water City landed in the ruined port of Winterless City to prepare for reconstruction.

If it weren't for Brenas, one of the three ghost princes in charge of the Northland League, who had been in a hang-up and jungler from beginning to end, he would have really been overturned regardless of the expansion plan of the ghost city.

"You seem to know the city of Ghosts very well."

Herrist looked at the indifferent expression in Brian's eyes, which were shining like obsidian blocks, and a touch of comforting smile was slightly contained in her soft words:

"I can feel that I'm afraid that all the members of the Silver Federation, even the Harpists Alliance, do not know them."

Brian couldn't deny Herist's comment.

In fact, he still felt a little regretful.

Unfortunately, I didn’t see the ending of Yinhun City, so I traveled through time for no reason.

In his impression, with the expansion of the Ghost City, the conspiracy of the Lost Lady Shar, the twelve Ghost Princes and the Supreme King Hand Hajjhona, the core members, died, disappeared, and even died with the chosen one of the Magic Goddess.

In the end, there wasn't much left.

"The reason I took the risk of meeting this prince was actually for the sake of the Northland Alliance." Brian told her, "If we can have fewer enemies and multiple allies out of thin air, it will be very helpful for us."

"It seems that you are planning for a long time." Heliste exclaimed the silver hair on his forehead and sighed.

"I've gotten used to it. Sometimes, I'm really afraid that my head can't hold my imagination out of thin air." Brian pointed at his head and quipped with a smile.

Heliste did not respond and smiled at him.

Seeing the long-lost smile again, Brian was bathed in the spring breeze.

"Actually, you should really smile more."

He couldn't help but hold her slender little hand and put forward his suggestions, "Believe me, if you smile in the mirror every day when you wake up, I think you should soon get used to this expression."

Hearing Brian's teasing, Heliste tried to hold back his smile, but in the end he exceeded her patience limit.

"It's almost dark."

Brian withdrew his gaze from Herist's smile and said to Prince Brenas who was leading the way, "I think we should find a quiet place first. After all, there is no mistake in eating something."

He found that his proposal lit up the face of the ghost prince, "I know a great place to go, there are very local features."

He smiled slightly, subconsciously trying to pull Brian's hand.

Brian felt chills and hurriedly avoided it. He thought he and the prince were not familiar with him to this level.

Of course, no matter how familiar you are, you can't hold hands with him.

The ghost prince was embarrassed and waved his hand to follow his steps.

Then he led them through the labyrinth-like alleys and to a low wooden house.

If an abandoned warehouse also has its unique charm, this is an excellent manifestation of those charms.

"The local characteristics are veritable." Brenas took the lead in pushing open the door.

He took off his feathered wide hat, put it under his armpit, and carefully combed his black hair with his hands, smiling at the two of them, "Isn't this place very gorgeous?"

‘This place’ is such a tavern: a large and messy bar that has nothing to do with the gorgeousness.

Brian thought helplessly that if the room was thoroughly cleaned and then ventilated for several days, it would probably be qualified to be called dirty.

The entire bar room was filled with tables and private rooms, and most of them were full.

It can be seen from the dark faces and the unique linen robes of the Beidai barbarians that this is a frequent visitor by locals.

The guests included men of all ages and classes.

Only men.

However, Brian soon discovered that a row of doors along the north wall of the bar suggested that women were not completely extinct in the building.

Brenas leads them into the tavern.

The guests closest to the door watched the newcomers, with expressions of curiosity and hostility on their faces

At a table sat three gorgeously dressed locals, staring at Herrist's face hidden in his hood and his cloaked body, and began to argue.

"Ah, Lord Riska!" a voice with a strong nasal voice shouted.

Brian turned around and saw a man in a black robe, stumbled towards them, his short and thick fingers spread outwards, making a welcome gesture.

From his excited expression and the smiles on his face, it can be seen that he is very familiar with the changing human identity of the Ghost Prince.

Brenas smiled slightly, called out the owner's name, greeted him, talked about the current situation of his wives and daughters, and asked for the table he was used to.

The tavern owner enthusiastically brought them to a small table in the corner—there was already someone—he briefly talked to the customers in the local dialect, and then sent them away.

The tavern owner grinned, wiped the table with his robe's sleeves, boasting that he would provide them with fine wine that could only drink in the floating city, and hurried away.

"Is there a place in this world that treats you as a stranger?" Brian and Herister sat opposite Prince Brenas, asking with a smile.

When he learned that the little prince was indeed interested in him and wanted to talk to him, he just thought for a moment and responded.

After all, Brenas is the most worthy and easiest ally among the powers of the Ghost City.

If he was allowed to replace the Supreme King, he would become the ruler of the floating city of Sultansa.

This will definitely change the entire Eno Auck Desert, and will also allow him to increase his voice when joining the elders' council of the magic kingdom Harua.

"Career Needs." Prince Brenas replied with a smile, "I can even take you through every oasis camp in the Enoao Desert if you want."

"Of course I'm very willing."

Brian glanced at a little spider who was leisurely crawling over on the dark ceiling, "But it always feels strange to let me wander around with a man. Actually, I would rather visit your Sultanza City."

"oh?"

Prince Brenas's smiling eyes stayed on Brian's face, which was clearly angular but soft, yet smiling.

He pondered for a moment and said in a slightly solemn tone, "Maybe, one day in the future, you will really have this opportunity."

"Then I hope this day will come soon." There was no trace of urgent expectation in Brian's words.

Herist seemed to not exist, sitting next to him silently. From the slightest warning in her beautiful eyes, it can be seen that she was guarding against the ghost prince from beginning to end.

At this moment, the tavern owner appeared at their table with three large glasses of wine.

"Oh, thank you." Brenas tasted his wine and praised exaggeratedly, "The gods are merciful. Drinking this kind of wine in the scorching desert is simply the water of life."

"These are made from grapes grown on my own estate," said the tavern owner modestly. "I'm honored that you're satisfied with them."

"Not only satisfied." Brenas took another sip with grace, "In fact, my family also operates high-end wines, you know. If I join your guild one day, believe me, I will bring all your wines and your reputation to the North."

Brian didn't bother to pay attention to the boasting prince because he had seen a little bit of wood choke floating in his wine glass.

When the tavern owner heard Brenas's words, the smile hanging on his face suddenly disappeared.
To be continued...