The royal tomb, as the burial place of the royal family, was quite important to the royal family.
Under normal circumstances, one couldn't enter casually.
Ordinary members of the royal family weren't allowed in either.
For example, princes and princesses.
But Stephanie was an exception. She was almost set to be the future queen, a fact that almost everyone in the capital knew.
So she could enter the royal tomb freely.
The golden, heavy bronze door opened slowly with a muffled rumble, and a few seconds later, the same echo faintly came back from the back of the huge passage.
The two of them walked through the door and looked at the dark passage ahead. Stephanie didn't go any further but said, "It's too big in there. I don't know what Third Brother is doing in there. If he wanders around, it'll be hard to find him. We'll wait for him here."
Roland responded from the side.
Feeling that he didn't take her seriously, Stephanie turned around, only to find that Roland was observing the two enormous bronze doors.
"These aren't gold, they're made of copper." Stephanie thought that Roland didn't know the difference between the two.
Roland looked at the huge bronze doors that were at least a meter thick and clicked his tongue. "Melting down these two big bronze doors would probably be enough to pay for your royal family's military expenses for a year. What a rich man."
Stephanie chuckled. "I didn't expect you to actually guess what our old ancestor did?"
"Hmm?"
"Our ancestors used to be very rich, but one of our ancestors turned our descendants into poor people who couldn't make money and even spent lavishly." Stephanie shrugged. "Then he converted all the money the royal family had saved for ten years into copper coins, and then cast them into these two doors. He also said that they were never to be touched unless it was a last resort. This is for our descendants to use in their last stand. "
"Quite far-sighted." Roland was a little impressed.
"It's not just that." Stephanie said rather proudly, "This ancestor was very thrifty, and then in his later years, he saved a lot of money again, so he bought a lot of iron and sank it into the palace moat, so that if necessary, it could be fished up and forged into equipment."
Roland narrowed his eyes slightly.
Not to mention whether the operation of throwing the iron into the water would have any effect on the iron, it wasn't stainless steel after all.
The problem was that he seemed to have seen a lot of such jokes when he was young.
Looking at Roland's frown, Stephanie was a little unhappy. "You don't believe me? If you don't believe me, you can try fishing in the palace's moat. I'll allow it. No one will chase you away. "
Roland smiled bitterly. "That's not what I mean. I just feel like I've seen it before."
Hmm?
This time, it was Stephanie's turn to be confused. "Is there any other country other than Fareins that has such foresight? No way! "
"It seems that there are quite a lot of them. Any country with the surname of capital seems to have such 'foresight'!" Roland laughed dryly, then changed the topic. "You just said that the royal mausoleum is very big?"
"Yes, very big!" Stephanie nodded and replied, "The entire mountain was almost hollowed out by us, and it took more than three hundred years. The roads inside were intricate and complicated. There were many high bridges and stairs everywhere, like a spider's web. Without a map, I don't know how to get there. "
"Is it necessary to build such a large royal mausoleum?" Roland asked. "Even if your Fareins royal family has a thousand years of history, you don't have that many ancestors, do you?"
"It's always good to occupy a nest first. Not afraid of having a lot of space, just afraid of not having a place to sleep after death. "Stephanie shrugged." That's also what that ancestor left behind. "
Well … Roland was sure that the king of Hollevin, who had been dead for two or three hundred years, who had left "contingencies" everywhere, must have grown up reading Bosom Friends.
The two chatted casually, and time passed without them noticing.
Stephanie talked about interesting things about the royal family, and Roland asked questions from time to time.
One for the purpose of showing off, and the other for the purpose of inquiring about intelligence and increasing her knowledge, and they actually had a good time talking.
The two didn't even realize the passage of time, and then, when it was almost noon, footsteps finally came from the passage.
A young man in a red prince's robe came out of the passage.
Blond hair and blue eyes, he looked very gentle and delicate, somewhat similar to Stephanie's eyes and eyebrows, and it was obvious at a glance that the two were brother and sister.
The young man who came out had a smile on his face, but when he saw the two people standing at the door, he was startled, and then when he saw Stephanie, his face went pale with fright.
He stopped and stood where he was, staring at his big sister, not daring to move again.
Roland raised an eyebrow when he saw this, thinking that Stephanie seemed to have a lot of authority in front of this third brother.
Stephanie didn't say anything and just leaned on the edge of the bronze door, her arms folded across her chest, staring straight at him.
After a while, the young man couldn't help but bite the bullet and ask, "Big Sister, why are you here?"
"I have no problem being here, but your presence here is a problem, Eihausen," Stephanie said coldly. Stephanie said coldly, "Or rather, you have some unique ideas that you want to tell me? For example, collapsing the royal mausoleum or something. "
Eihausen shook his head vigorously. "How could I do that!"
"Then why don't you tell me?" Stephanie snorted and walked over to Eihausen, saying as she asked, "It's not the Day of Sacrifice."
Eihausen looked at Stephanie, who was walking toward him, and subconsciously stepped back, step by step. After a few steps, he stopped again, hanging his head and not speaking.
"Do you see the man behind me?" Stephanie pointed at Roland.
Eihausen subconsciously looked at Roland.
"Do you know him?"
Eihausen shook his head.
"Right now in the Association of Mages, the most favored genius Mage, extremely good at mental magic." Stephanie stretched out her left hand, put it on her third brother's shoulder, and continued coldly, "You can say nothing, but I can have him force his way into your spiritual world, and then you will have no secrets from me!"
This third prince, looking at Roland as if he had seen a ghost, was full of fear.
His body was trembling at an even faster rate, visible to the naked eye.
Roland even wondered if the man would piss himself if he was scared any longer.
Fortunately, such a thing didn't happen, and after the third prince's body trembled for half a minute, he actually wasn't so nervous anymore. He licked his lips and said, "Big Sister, I'll tell you, but don't let him get into my soul."
"Go ahead." The corners of Stephanie's mouth pursed into a beautiful, gorgeous curve.
In broken words, the third prince told her why he had come to the royal mausoleum.
It turned out that on the night of the last Day of Sacrifice, when he was sleeping, he kept hearing a voice saying that he was going to the royal mausoleum again.
At first, he thought he was being influenced by mental magic, but after having a trusted Mage in the Association of Mages look at him, they found that there was no such thing.
In the end, the situation got worse and worse.
At first, he could only hear voices in the dream, but he couldn't see anything, and everything in the dream was dark.
But recently, he could already see his surroundings, and finally, he saw the appearance of the person speaking.
"A glowing woman?" Stephanie asked in surprise.
"No." The third prince shook his head vigorously. "It's a man, with a crown on his head, much like one of our ancestors. He told me that I had to come to the royal mausoleum at a certain time, or he would let me die in the dream."
"So you came." Stephanie snorted. "And didn't discuss it with us."
The third prince averted his gaze in embarrassment.
Stephanie said to Roland, "Please, help him see the spiritual world."
"Actually, I don't really want to enter a man's spiritual world." Roland sighed.
"Why?"
"Women are more emotional than rational, and men are more lustful than emotional," Roland explained helplessly. "So in most men's spiritual worlds, they can see images of Nako and her thighs flying together as soon as they enter. Memories of this fill the entire space, without any concealment. "
Stephanie had been a little angry. After all, her third brother had inexplicably appeared in this place.
But when she heard Roland's words, she couldn't hold it in and was so amused that she almost laughed out loud.
The third prince looked at his big sister with some surprise.
As far as he could remember, his big sister hadn't smiled much since marrying his ex-brother-in-law.
Now …
At this moment, Stephanie rolled her eyes at Roland and continued, "Then please help take a look, it's a friend's request."
"Okay."
Roland walked up to the third prince.
The third prince subconsciously began to back away again.
This was normal; no one wanted a stranger to run into their spiritual world.
But Roland snapped his fingers, and a huge Hand of Magic appeared, grabbing the third prince hard.
Finally, Roland pressed his finger against the third prince's forehead.
After about six minutes, Roland withdrew his finger.
Stephanie immediately came over and asked, "How is it, is there a problem with him?"
"Yes, there's a big problem," Roland explained. Roland explained, "In his soul world, there's also a huge corrupted area that's much larger than yours."
"Done by the same person?"
Roland shook his head. "Not the same person. Although the area is larger than yours, the quality of the erosion is clearly not as strong as the one in your spiritual world. Or rather, far from it. "
The third prince defended himself at this time. "But I've seen someone in your association before, and he's trustworthy. He said that there's nothing wrong with my spiritual world, and that the voice I heard might be a call from my ancestors."
"I'm not sure if the area of erosion in your big sister's spiritual consciousness is a call from your ancestors." Roland turned and looked in the direction of the capital. "But according to the information I've scouted from the area of erosion, and the little recent memories I've read, the combination of the two, I can be sure that the person who caused this area of erosion for you is your most trusted Peter."
The third prince froze for a moment, then cried out as if he had been greatly insulted, his face flushed. "That's impossible, you're lying to me. Peter is my friend since I was a child, we're best friends. "
Roland shrugged. "It's up to you to believe it or not."
"Also, do you have a problem with Peter? You both have people from the Association of Mages, and I heard from Peter that the Association of Mages has a lot of people against him. I'm not on good terms with him. "
"Actually, I'm just a member of the Association of Mages in name, I don't know Peter at all."
"Then how do you know his name?" the third prince shouted angrily.
Roland threw up his hands. "I told you, I saw it in your spiritual memories, and I even saw you holding a woman in red the day before yesterday …"
"Stop it, stop it." The third prince's face paled, then turned red. "I believe you."
"As long as you believe me." Roland chuckled, his tone a little sarcastic.
"The woman in red, yesterday …" Stephanie looked at her third brother with a strange look. "You can do something to someone like that."
The third prince was so embarrassed that he squatted on the ground, his head buried between his legs.
Looking at Threepenny, who no longer dared to speak, Stephanie looked at Roland again. "Tsk, it's too despicable of you to specifically go through such memories."
Roland sighed. "As I said before, in a man's spiritual world, it's almost always this kind of image, right in your face as soon as you go in, and it's impossible not to look."
"Then your spiritual world is the same?" Stephanie asked curiously.
"I can't see the 'appearance' of my own spiritual world, but I guess it's about the same." Roland thought for a moment and replied generously, "I guess half of it is magic patterns floating around, and the other half is Andonara and Vivian."
Wasn't there a saying that as long as you didn't feel embarrassed yourself, it was others who were embarrassed.
Stephanie had wanted to use this method to embarrass Roland, but it turned out that the man didn't care about these things at all and was open and aboveboard. As a woman, she was embarrassed to talk about these things.
She then turned her head and looked at her brother. "In other words, that Mage named Peter deliberately led my brother into the royal tomb? What was his intention? "
"I don't know, there's no way to infer without enough information," Roland replied.
Stephanie looked at her brother. "So, did that man named Peter say anything to you? Or ask you to bring something out of the royal tomb? "
"Not really." The Third Prince wasn't as embarrassed as he had been a moment ago. He stood up, fumbled in the pocket of his clothes for a moment, and took out a small wooden girl doll, the kind that was quite realistic, beautiful, and exquisite with knife skills. "He said that I might have been haunted by some undead in the royal tomb and asked me to take this thing inside for a walk. If it was an evil spirit, it would be sucked into this doll."
"Oh, let me see." Stephanie held out her hand.
The Third Prince handed over the wooden doll, and just as it was about to be placed in Stephanie's hand, Roland suddenly made a move and slapped the doll away.
The small wooden sculpture whirled and hit the wall next to it, then bounced back and landed on the ground, bounced a few times, and stopped at the Third Prince's feet.
"What's wrong?" Stephanie looked at Roland, not angry, and her expression was quite calm. "Is there something wrong with that wooden sculpture?"
"Something's very wrong." Roland nodded. "There's a lot of mental energy reaction in it, and it seems to store a soul!"
Stephanie immediately took a few steps back.
The Third Prince's face, once again, turned deathly pale.
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