Inside the ghost tower of the floating city.

"You can speak freely here, please sit, Ms. Storm."

The leader of the Harpist Alliance, Storm Silverman, looked around with great interest.

The most amazing thing about the Wizard Tower Studio is the massive amount of books that occupy a huge space. The heavy books and scrolls bent the partitions of the bookshelf by the wall and piled up cabinets and boxes.

The harpist leader estimated that these books can definitely be traced back to the history of the Naserel Empire, and their value is definitely quite valuable.

Of course, there are also many common decorations here: a macrophage shark specimen, a corrupt phase spider hanging from the ceiling, and a dusty leaping baboon skeleton.

There are also considerable amounts of bottles and clay pots, which are soaked in all the materials of the Necrotic School she could imagine:

The finger claws of the bone sucker, the larvae of the heart-grabbing demon, the beetles of the aircraft carrier bug, the heart of the larvae of the heart-grabbing demon, the brains of the corrupt raiders, and countless samples of humans and humanoid creatures - most of them are internal organs, including a complete benthic demon fish soaked in a huge glass bottle.

The Storm has traveled to every corner of the Forgotten Kingdom, and among the groups of spellcasters I have seen, there are countless of them, whether from the good or the evil camp.

During this period, whether she was a guest or annihilated evil wizard, she had stepped into the workshops, laboratories, and lich nests of countless spellcasters, and naturally had seen many incredible items.

So, she didn't think the collection of this ghost prince was very special.

However, what made the storm most disgusted was to visit the workshop of a spellcaster who was proficient in the Necrotic School.

If necessary, she would rather let all of these disgusting things disappear from the world.

But this was obviously impossible. Her sister Xinbu had the same idea about Sel's red-robed wizard, and was eventually stopped by the oracle issued by the goddess.

The simple explanation is: everything exists as reasonable.

"Ms. Storm, what are you thinking?" The ghost prince in a black robe, wandering like a ghost, sitting behind the experimental table filled with a large number of rotten skulls, bones and magical instruments.

The leader of the harpist came to his senses and looked at the ghost prince carefully.

Ramolak Tanshul, the sixth among the Twelve Ghost Princes, is one of the typical representatives of the neutral faction among the three camps of Ghost City.

In Brian's words, it is: this sixth brother likes to huddle at the end of the team and do something stealing.

She didn't know what Brian made such an evaluation of this person based on, but at least from the appearance of the ghost prince, Brian's words were still a bit... close to the facts.

It is different from the other ghost princes who are handsome.

Ramolak Tanshul looked quite haggard, wearing a wide black robe, revealing only two light red eyes hidden in the shadow of the hood.

As a harpist scout, Storm has enough insight to see through any disguise.

She was able to see through the hidden divine bloodline of the drow girl Santira at first glance.

He could also detect the vague aura of favor from the mountain of heaven that was emitted by Brian's body just based on his keen sense of smell.

The same is true for this ghost prince. She just glanced at him and saw his true face.

His mortal form was only a beating black heart, located in his ribs and adjacent spine, and each of his bones was completely black.

The human appearance of the current ghost prince is composed of only a wisp of shadow.

"Every time I see these items, I think..." Storm sat opposite him, and his bright starry eyes swept at the bottles and jars, "If you don't use these spell casting materials, will your school be unable to cast spells?"

"This is a question of taste." The Prince of Ghost replied calmly, "There are also school traditions, some people will dislike them, while others will think that it is nothing. As for you, Ms. Storm of the Harpist Alliance, as the spokesperson of the Mother of Magic in the material world, you should not blame our traditions."

"So you attach more importance to magic?" The storm showed a meaningful smile.

Let her know from the news that Brian revealed to her.

As one of the typical representatives of the Neutralists of the Ghost City, Ramorak was appointed by his father, the Supreme King Terramant, to take charge of the Deciders Guild, and conduct a test of each Ghost City to discover their talents and make them the best loyalty to the Ghost City.

It is said that he has two sons in total. The eldest son Zeng stood in the camp of the Supreme King openly and publicly supported his decision, while the second son dedicated his faith to the lost lady Shar.

To maintain his neutral attitude, Ramorak secretly killed his two sons and dressed up their death as an accident.

"Yes, I have always agreed that the value of magic is higher than all arguments, conflicts, political choices, personal interests, resentment, emotions and hostility." The Prince of the Ghost replied seriously, "My purpose is to establish an institution that advocates the same philosophy, which is similar to a secret association. It is established to safeguard the interests of magic and ensure that magic occupies its due position in the ruling class of the world."

"And then, let these people study these bones with you, and then use them to consolidate your magical status?" The leader of the harpist smiled sarcastically.

"Your Excellency Ramolak, I must know the purpose of my coming here. Although the purpose has not been achieved, I still accept your invitation. I came in. What are you going to talk to me about? Talking about how many different combinations of a human skeleton infused with necrotic energy, or studying how long a bright red heart will become a black heart under the corrosion of shadow energy. For a while, I thought you were different from your brothers. The only purpose of their conversation with me was to express how disgusting they were, our group of ‘ins in the way’ who hindered the Lost Lady’s plan.”

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! After saying this, Storm not only recalled the Shadow Valley Sage Ilminster who was forced into hell by the Supreme King and others, and her dead sister Dov Eagle Hand.

Although she had long been used to separation from life and death, she still couldn't let go of the disaster brought by Yinhun City.

"You mentioned my brother, and probably recalled some unpleasant memories, but I will not apologize to you for them." The ghost prince said calmly:

"I understand them because like them, I have to study hard to master the skills of magic. My magical talent is not good, my mind is not enough to make me an outstanding arcane, my piety does not meet the standards of a priest, and my personality determines that I cannot be an adventurer and a mercenary.

The gods are so stingy. They don’t give me anything except their origins. Even if they are born in such a wealthy and powerful family of arcane masters, what’s the use of being a sixth?

During the period of the Naserel Empire, when I was a child, my brothers could use their time after class to run on the grass with bows and arrows, or fish, and play back and forth, but I was studying magic manuscripts and runes. The floating city often shuttled back and forth in the shadow planes, and the stone ground there was cold enough to freeze my bones and joints, and it could even freeze my teeth, dust on old books and scrolls made me cough until I burst into tears, and my father, Terramant, never missed the opportunity to whip my back with a whip, especially when I didn't make fast enough in my studies, fighting, chasing girls, and drinking and having fun, I missed it all."

"I have no luck yet, I have no luck." A trace of bitterness appeared on the haggard face of the ghost prince.

"When I finally became an arcane, I was sent to the floating city of my mother's family and was apprenticed to another hopeless arcane who was advanced to the great arcane. Not long after, the owner of the floating city, Old Bent, saw that I was diligent and studious, personally accepted me as his heir. At that time, everyone was sure that I would soon become the next master of Sumner's floating city, but Ferin Demon Aoi ruined everything about me. The floating city crashed. When I fell, I happened to be caught by a group of orcs. Although my father rescued me, in the following battle, I got maceeded with an orc in the orcs. Not only did I say that I was hit by a mace in the orcs, but I was unconscious for half a month. Later I heard that everyone thought that I would die at that time, but my stubborn father still did not want to ask the priest to use magical arts to heal me.

Although I was not dead, I could never go to the battlefield again. As long as I was tapped in my head or concentrated on releasing spells, I would feel numb and even shed tears. In this way, I could only learn magic but could not release it, which meant that I would never become a great arcane.

From then on, I used up all my luck. Between me and Desud, Karthas chose Desud as his student. The creation course of the great arcane Opus was also snatched away by Little Brenas. Even the mage tower was the last one to establish. My father once invited Iorem to visit Sultanza. The old man, who is known as the father of color, expressed his willingness to use magic to treat my sequelae. But on the fifth day, Iorem gave up his floating city and disappeared. When I finally overcame all kinds of difficulties, accumulated strength and prepared to show his arcane talent, the magic net exploded..."

"It's so pitiful." The leader of the harpist frowned. "Really, my tears were almost flowing out."

"Why are you sarcastic? Ms. Storm, don't you want to get the love of everyone in the country? I'm trying to tell you about my miserable experience and long for your sympathy." The ghost prince said pitifully, "Even if you just sympathize with me, can't you do it?"

"Compassionate? Mr. Ramorak." said the harpist leader in a gentle manner:

"I do not doubt that mercy, mercy and forgiveness can be found elsewhere in many kingdoms, but don't look for it here. The floating city of Sacros is a dark fallen land, not a temple of the mother of magic. When you live like mice in the dark floating city, compassion is like milk and honey, and it will be exhausted soon."

"Where is justice? Can justice be found here?" the ghost prince asked curiously.

"Justice?" the leader of the harpist smiled, "I didn't expect you to remember justice. The taste of justice is so beautiful. The principle of our harpists is to uphold justice and overthrow tyranny. We are the embodiment of justice. At least we tell ourselves this way, but the night is dark and sinister everywhere. What justice can you have long been turned into monsters."

"I can see that, Ms. Storm, do you think that only you can maintain justice? Does your failure mean the decline of all truth, goodness and beauty in the world?"

"Rats never think that what they eat is stolen, flies do not think they are dirty, and bats do not think they are poisonous. After all, in the world of crows, swans are guilty." The leader of the harpist smiled, "Whatever you think, after all, cognition is not at the same level, and there is no need to conquer each other."

"It is indeed a self-proclaimed noble person. Do you think that magic is a gift that only experts can master and the privilege that elites can enjoy. The most sacred mystery - when it falls into the hands of evil mages like us, it will annoy you, the chosen ones of magic goddesses who claim to be noble."

The ghost prince tapped a cracked skull with his nails. The skull had turned brown and had no jaw. He used his fingers to strode the edge of the jagged hole of the temporal bone, and said:

"Obviously, this is why my brothers don't like you guys, and it's the fundamental reason why I dislike you guys."

For some reason, the words of the Ghost Prince made the Storm both tired and disgusting, and the discomfort became stronger and stronger. Like a snail, crawling down the back of her neck, she looked straight into the Ghost Prince's eyes, "You are deliberately delaying time, right?"

In fact, her purpose was to delay time, she thought to herself.

At this moment, she could only pray to the magic goddess in secret, hoping that Brian could complete her mission smoothly and return safely.

The ghost prince raised his head and tapped his fingers on the skull on the table.

"Excellent insight." He looked at the harpist leader, "please accept my sincere praise, Ms. Storm, yes, I'm just going to delay time."

Seeing this gaze, Storm Silver Hand fell silent.

When she was young, she was entrusted to Ilminster by the magic goddess Mister, but the old sage in Shadow Valley had no way to make her obedient.

She is the craziest and most wildest of the seven sisters, and she keeps running away from Ilminster's residence and adventures.

Many years ago, many years ago... When she was a young ranger, she met an evil wizard. She could feel the evil wizard slowly approaching her, but she could not see it or hear anything, but she could feel-she would never forget that feeling.

In a trance, she subconsciously thought that this same feeling was back.

Fortunately, she is now a powerful legendary profession. Although she cannot kill its owner in the Wizard Tower, she can still do it with ease.

"Your insight..." said the ghost prince, "It saved us a lot of time indirectly, and now we can make it open and honest."

Storm did not answer because her purpose was to delay time and divert the attention of the ghost prince who made Brian afraid of so that he could do his next action.

Therefore, when she saw the other party chatting with her or showing off with such interest, she could only reluctantly accept it.

After all, all this is for their plan to be implemented more perfectly.

"There is no doubt." The ghost prince raised his chin proudly and continued, "The purpose of your coming here is to destroy the Mither energy core and make Sachros fall. Then I can tell you frankly that we have guessed your plan in advance and made corresponding preparations."

"No matter you, or a few troublemakers outside the tower, or even Brian who sneaked into the temple, it will not be possible." He seemed to remember something and continued, "When it comes to the mage lord of Mokou Town, there is one thing I am very grateful to him."

When the storm heard this, his eyes flashed slightly, revealing an interesting look.

The ghost prince did not let her wait for a long time, "If he hadn't instigated Desude and asked him to leave Sultanza on his own initiative, I wouldn't have taken control of this floating city so easily."

Fengshang still knows a little about this ghost prince.

It is said that Desud is the most silent among the 12 princes.

His silence has been famous for a long time in the city of ghosts. He rarely speaks directly to others. When he does so, his tone reflects wisdom and insight.

In Sultanza, he is more like a character with old things. The other 11 princes often seek his advice on troubled problems and secret arguments. Among these problems, he rarely has bias, but analyzes the situation in detail and then proposes profound and reasonable solutions.

It is hard to imagine what means Brian used to make this wisest and wisest ghost prince leave Sultanza City on his own initiative.

"What is the purpose of telling me this?" asked Storm. "Mr. Ramorak, you suddenly mentioned Brian to me. Obviously, there is any reason, what are your purpose?"

"A very realistic purpose." The ghost prince happily knocked on the skeleton in his hand and smiled.

"I just received news from Yada that this stupid mage lord actually tried to destroy Ms. Lost Lady's Shadow Demon Net Stone. No, he didn't seem so stupid, and he knew that he could not touch the Shadow Demon Net Stone or use spells to forcibly destroy it."

"How is he?" Fengshang couldn't wait to ask, his eyes full of worry.

"A very unfortunate news, he is no match for Yada. He fled foolishly to the sealed place where the Demon Lord was imprisoned." The ghost prince seemed to enjoy the expression of the harpist leader very much, and continued:
To be continued...