The corridor in the tomb cellar is empty and long, as if it has never ended.

The swaying flames that never fade, depicting the stone pillars facing each other on the ground, one by one, interlaced on the king. Babaltan looked at the cold stone statues, Aizhuo, Katan - the image of a girl carved from the cold rocks, which are the two followers of Androma.

The gatekeepers of death, in mythology, stood at the entrance of the Kingdom of Death, and were waiting for the souls who went to the dead. The steps of the door were paved with obsidian, and were cold and cold.

The stone statues behind are covered with armor and are the kings of Istania in ancient times. They were born in the era of the Giant War, symbolizing the bravery and fearlessness of mortals. The stone statues hold sharp swords, as if they are still guarding this land. The eyes of the dynasty, Lebihard, Rugebu, and Babaltan swept across these stone statues one by one.

The night in the desert was cold and the ground was even more cold. Every time he came to this place, he always felt a sense. He felt that the gazes of the ancient kings seemed to be silently staring at him behind his back. All the kingdoms of Istaniya believed in Android. Perhaps the god who was in charge of life and death really gave this place a unique power.

As the legend says-

Guardians of Istaniya.

What is the meaning of protecting this land?

The King of Sand walked forward and passed the walkway between the stone pillars. On the stone wall with shadows intertwined, there were many words written, recording the achievements of the ancient kings, as well as their subordinates, concubines and descendants, some even just one name, but more of them were ‘history’.

In this long walkway, there are only a few strokes. It is like a long scroll of history. On a silent river, the occasionally rolled water splashes gathered one by one to the seven hundred years of Istaña - from the beginning to the end.

But maybe it's not the moment of the ending.

The royal tomb has been repaired many times since three centuries. The most recent expansion was about half a century ago, when the Penelope family had just become the legal ruler of the land.

His father, the first king of sand of the Penelope family, was buried deep in the tomb, and several of his brothers, sisters and sisters. Babartan walked all the way to the tombs of his two sisters, Salica and Princess Mihasai - and there was an ordinary stone tablet standing on the sand.

The stone tablet faces the wall, and behind it is a sarcophagus.

There was an unfinished wood carving on the sarcophagus, which had been in that place, as if no one had ever moved. Babaltan stopped before the sarcophagus, squatted down, gently swept away the dust on the sarcophagus with his hands, and only silently stared at the name on the sarcophagus.

After a long time, he stood up, looked at the sarcophagus again, reached out to pick up the wood carving, and rubbed it gently.

He didn't speak, just like a stone statue.

Perhaps after his death, he would really turn into a stone statue, standing in the darkness below the ground for thousands of years. As for what kind of inscriptions and long poems that future generations will give him, it doesn't matter. His eyes seemed to see through the darkness, and only remember the bright starlight on the sea of ​​sand. He promised his beloved woman under the stars, but in the end he broke his promise-

His voice opened his mouth hoarsely:

"I swear I will find that person, I swear I will avenge you with my own hands. Under the testimony of Android Ma, I just need to wait a little longer..."

The murmuring voice appeared in the darkness, as if it was self-reporting, and seemed to be talking to the lover in the dark.

"Actually, I've got some clues..."

“…and I actually always knew about that note…”

"As for your daughter, she is very good, I don't want to get Rupert and the others in. I believe you should understand this..."

"Also... your brother left too early in the ship. After that, it took some time, but don't worry, it will be ready soon..."

“…You are right…”

"The Holy Grail and the Holy Relic are both part of it... It's a pity that the octane october is incomplete..."

"Fortunately, there is another way..."

"Other about Cangcui..."

He sighed softly.

"I did something wrong recently, and I told you last time..."

"But maybe I've been asking for too much, and some things may be destined to not belong to mortals..."

"...but, I really miss you too much. I used to be with you all the time, and since then, I have been suffering in nightmare almost every day..."

Another long silence, Babartan continued:

"I met a young man."

"He is what the lizards think of as the star choice."

"Do you still remember that legend? I've heard you tell it..."

"But I don't like the elected ones very much, because they are not trustworthy..."

"But Alef seems to trust him very much. It is the child you like deeply. His mother is not from a high school, but she has indeed learned some valuable qualities from you. Now that he has grown up, I plan to hand over the throne to him..."

"Forget it, let it go. I believe that if you are still alive, you will support my decision."

He once again put his hand on the stone tablet.

But it was at this moment that a slight noise suddenly came from the darkness.

The King of Sand changed color and looked in that direction. "Who is in that place?" His voice was cold and there was almost no emotion.

The darkness was empty, but after a long time, a pale girl walked out from behind the stone pillar. Afeifa looked at her father uneasyly, holding her hands together, almost holding her knuckles without any blood. She bit her lips, her eyes full of worry and fear.

Babaltan looked at his daughter and his cold expression changed a lot.

But his tone was still plain: "Afeifa, why are you here?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "The guards said you are not here," Afeifa whispered: "I guess you are here to see your mother, father."

"Is there anything wrong with me?"

Afeifa lowered his head, but couldn't speak.

Since she met Fang Rong, she felt like she was possessed by a demon in her heart and could not stop thinking about some of the things that happened recently. She seemed to feel a deep worry in her heart, but she didn't know what she was worried about. She came to this place without her thoughts.

The man in front of him is the King of Sand, but also her father. She is the princess of Istaniya, but she is just a underage girl.

Babaltan put down the wood carving in his hand, walked over, and looked at his little daughter. He stretched out his hand, stroked Afeifa's braid, and asked, "I don't allow you to attend the celebration. Have you blamed me for it?"

"Father, Afeifa dare not do this."

"I just don't dare, it seems that I think so."

Afeifa raised his head and looked at his father with tears in his eyes.

"Okay, don't think so much," Babaltan sighed softly: "I won't let you attend the celebration, just because I'm worried. If you insist on going, I won't refuse. As for your sister's affairs, don't worry too much. She understands what's going on. After a while, everything will be fine."

He gently stroked the back of his daughter's head. "I have planned to let Alev take over the position of King of Sands. Your sisters have always had a good relationship with him, and they have to interact more recently. After that, he may be the one who will take care of you-"

"According to the calculations, it has been almost twenty years since I ascended the throne, and time has gone so fast."

A Feifa looked at his father, and a sense of panic arose in his heart and said in a low voice:

"Father..."

But Babartan smiled and rubbed his daughter's hair with his hands.

"Okay, it's cold underground. Go and sleep. It's not good to stay in such a place for a long time."

Afeifa looked at his father with tears in his eyes, looked at the wood carving on the sarcophagus not far away, and nodded slightly.

...

"Miss Elna!?"

Among Questak's Artisan Association.

Under the bright glass dome in the hall, Fang Zhu looked at the giant lady not far away in surprise and joy, and couldn't help but blurt out and debut.

When Erna heard someone calling her name behind her, she thought that the "old classmates" in the craftsman association recognized her, and was so scared that she subconsciously hid aside - her experience of living in the sewer was famous among craftsmen, and she was well-known among craftsmen.

She rarely returns to Questak in recent years, and it is probably because of this reason.

However, she turned around and saw Fang Zhu, who was waving to her. The vigilant look in the eyes of the giant lady, turned into surprise in an instant, and then turned into surprise. "Ed!" She couldn't help but strode over, grabbed Fang Zhu's shoulder, and asked with some surprise: "Are you still alive-?"

Ed: "????"

"No, bah," Elna blushed and quickly changed her mouth: "I mean, are you okay?"

The president of the Tansnier Craftsman Association was so confused that he hadn't changed at all. Fang Rong couldn't help but smile knowingly. The first meeting between the two was actually not pleasant. He even cried with the president. However, after the misunderstanding was resolved, he discovered the advantages of the president.

Frank, serious and sincere, the other party taught him a lot of things without reservation in the magic structure, and even made a lot of efforts in the construction of the Qihai Traveler.

Everyone in the Qihai Brigade had long recognized this sincere presidential lady. Although sometimes they couldn't make a turn, once they accepted this, they made people feel cute. Fang Rong had long regarded the presidential lady as a friend who could make close friends. He walked from Bein not long ago and came to Questak, except for the eldest princess, and was also unfamiliar with the place.

Coupled with the series of twists and turns since the blind follower, he almost felt a little nervous these days.

And when I suddenly saw my friend, I couldn't help but feel much happier.

...

In a cafe not far from the Craftsmen Association.

Cafes are also one of the cultures brought by the conscripts. However, the wild coffee in Aitalia is almost the ancestor of the crop coffee on the earth and is not sufficient for use. Now commercial cultivation is emerging, but the finished product will not be seen at all. Therefore, most of these coffee shops are just a name, and perhaps the industry of the conscripts is not necessarily the case.

However, the environment here is quite good. In fact, the leopard rarely sees less beautiful places in Istaña - people here seem to enjoy life quite well.

He held a teacup in his hand, and was facing the questions that Ms. Erna was concerned about, shook her head and nodded again.

Soon, Fang Yu put down the cup in his hand and asked, "Why is Ms. Elna here?"

"Come back to report," said Elna, looking around carefully, as if she was afraid that someone would recognize her. "The communication has been interrupted for more than half a month, and Tansneer could not contact the Craftsmen Association. Now the storm has ended, so I had to come back to report myself. In fact, half a week ago, I had already set out from Tansneer, just by land."

Speaking of this sandstorm, Fang Yu couldn't help but ask: "...It's said that this communication has been interrupted for a long time. Has Istaniya always been like this?"

The communication has been interrupted for almost a month and has continued until now. He is speechless - no wonder Istaniya is a border area, who can bear it?

Unexpectedly, Elna was stunned when she heard his question.

"Istaniya?" The president's lady shook her head as if she was rattle. "Wrong, wrong, Ed, you're wrong. This communication is interrupted more than Istaniya."
To be continued...