Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

It is an ancient building, built of black stone, hundreds of feet high and majestic. The outer wall of the tower is engraved with mysterious runes and spells, some of which are worn out, but still show a strong magical atmosphere. The copper ring on the door is covered with dust, and it looks like it has not been opened for decades.

The blonde queen stood in front of the tall tower and took a deep breath, as if recalling the bloody smell in the air that had long dissipated.

Every wizard who has made achievements in magic will build a tower for himself. The Queen also has her own tower, but the one in front of her does not belong to her. Its owner has left and walked into the yellowed history books.

However, although the Witch King's Tower looks desolate and silent today, the energy it exudes is still daunting. For a long time, this tower was regarded as a symbol of magic and mystery in Letania and even the entire Terra. It is filled with ancient legends and myths, as well as fascinating knowledge and puzzles. At the same time, it also hides the Witch King's deepest secrets - the ascension that changed him and Letania took place at the top of this tower.

The queen was wearing a brown hooded cloak, wrapping her body in it, like a devout seeker. With her eyes downcast, she walked slowly towards the tower, with a worried look on her face, as if she had a secret that could not be told.

The door of the tower was tightly closed. There should have been no one inside, but she knocked on the door anyway. After waiting quietly for three seconds, no one answered. She gently pushed the door open and walked into a dim hall. The air was filled with an old smell. Exquisite tables and chairs were placed all over the hall. A thick layer of dust had fallen on them. It was obvious that no one had cleaned them for a long time. But for some reason, the huge portrait hanging on the wall was as clean as new. It depicted two people, or perhaps one person.

One of them showed a gentle and loving face, his eyes slightly closed, and the horns on his head were hideous, but dotted with flowers and vines, and surrounded by countless angels and people. The other wore a thick full-covering mask, his features were blurred, and scarlet breath seeped through the cracks. The horns on his head were hideous and terrifying, and hanging from them were countless skulls and laughing devils.

Portrait of the Witch King. This is the last self-portrait that the Witch King left on earth. He had completed his ascension a long time ago, and his use of those magics beyond common sense had reached perfection. This portrait he created himself contains his thoughts at that time, and to some extent, it is alive.

The queen raised her head and looked at the winding stairs going upwards. She hesitated for a moment, but still walked up slowly.

As she moved, the dust and cobwebs on the wall became thicker and thicker, as if time was starting to speed up or go backwards. Mutterings of praise and curses began to ring in her ears, making her frown and quicken her pace.

Finally, she arrived in front of the giant painting. Everything around her instantly returned to its original appearance. Pleasant music rang out from the hall under the spiral staircase, and the sounds of cheerful conversation and dancing rang in her ears. The lights in the hall were lit up, and the magnificent palace came into view, as if she had returned to the scene when the Witch King was still alive. At the same time, the portrait in front of the queen finally changed.

The man with his eyes slightly closed opened them, and the red light under the cracked mask became even brighter. They simultaneously, like a mirror image, looked through the frame at the elegant lady standing in front of them and spoke:

"What are you looking for?"

"Skill of rule or extraordinary wisdom?" "Forbidden knowledge or great magic?"

"I hope to speak to the Witch King." Ignoring the portrait's bewitching voice, the Queen said firmly.

The moving portrait showed a disappointed expression, and then it twisted like a whirlpool, the upper and lower faces began to merge, and finally turned into a tall but gloomy figure. He had horns on his head, and was wearing a robe. He was majestic and terrifying, and was exactly the same as the last portrait of the Witch King left in the world.

A voice came from the portrait, and the [Witch King] asked bluntly, "What do you want from me?"

The Queen said: "I need to know the key to what happens next."

The portrait did not answer. After a brief delay, something changed in the frame. The Witch King's figure disappeared, replaced by a huge wave. They came from all directions, seemingly endless, until they engulfed the entire land.

Looking at the scene in front of her, the Queen's face did not show any surprise. This was the twelfth time she had seen this scene. In addition, she had seen countless black shadows sweeping in from the north of the Arctic tundra, turning the entire land into scorched earth. She had also seen the clouds of natural disasters expanding and expanding until they blocked the sun and completely enveloped the entire Terra. She had even seen an airship soar into the sky, with countless threads pulling behind it. Each thread represented a war, and the war would never end.

These are the Last Days. These are what the Witch-King saw in his mind’s eye during the final stages of his life, when he created this self-portrait.

Whether this was the reason that triggered the Witch King's madness, people did not know, but the Queen certainly did not come here simply to watch these disaster movies again. She waited quietly, waiting for the scene of the surging tide submerging Terra to disappear, and the figure of the Witch King appeared on the portrait again.

According to past experience, at this time, the portrait of the Witch King will begin to answer questions asked by the questioner.

The Witch King no longer governs the country at the end of his reign. His subjects rely on talking to the Witch King's portrait to get answers from the emperor. This living portrait represents the Witch King's consciousness when he is awake, and his wisdom can help the Queen solve many of the current problems.

For example, as someone who once oppressed the Teutonic Elector to the point of suffocation, the Witch King must know where Teutonic's weaknesses are.

According to the Queen's idea, the portrait of the Witch King should show Teutonic's appearance for her problem, and then give her a solution. Because the turning point of the Violet City incident should undoubtedly be the Teutonic Grand Elector. If this nobleman had not intervened, this incident would have been just a small example of the countless rebellions planned by the Witch King's remnants.

But unexpectedly, the colors in the frame flashed, and a completely unfamiliar figure emerged.

He has blue hair and blue eyes, and is dressed lightly, like a traveler without a destination. Judging from his physical features, he is a Kuranta, but he is in the Violet City at the center of the vortex, and is identified by the portrait of the Witch King as the key to solving the problem.

The Queen's calm face couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise and confusion. Who was this person who could be considered more important than the Teutonic Elector?

She couldn't help but ask, "Who is he? Why is he?"

The portrait changed once again, but for the second time it went against its norm and did not reveal the man’s identity and story, but returned to the starting point.

A huge wave was sweeping in, about to submerge the entire earth.

The Queen was stunned for a moment. She was just wondering if the portrait was broken and why this inexplicable doomsday promotional video was played twice, when she saw that the portrait suddenly had a sequel - a brilliant light pierced through the huge waves and plunged into the seabed.

"what......."

The Queen subconsciously let out an exclamation, stared, and realized that she might have discovered something more incredible than the Teutonic Elector.

PS: Meetings and meetings, all day long. There is a meeting at 8 o'clock in the evening, and nothing is said. People are called to sing, and they sing until 10 o'clock. I am really convinced.

PS: Take a look at this, it’s a new book by an old author.

"Just finished the horror game, and encountered another horror online game"

In the previous world he experienced, Di Feng, who used his absolute strength to suppress and completely defeat the bloody terrorist activity called "Horror Game" that played with people's lives and emotions and actually caused the deaths of hundreds of millions of lives, came to Tianyuan Star, a human planet once ruled by aliens.

When he logged into "Nightmare Never Sleeps", the most popular game on the planet at that moment, he found that all his abilities from "Horror Game" in the previous world could be brought to this online game.

Is the organizer of this online game a friend or foe? What is his plan? What is the connection with the horror game in the previous world?

Volume 1: Chapter 198 I understand, I understand!

In Violet City, on top of the high tower of the Citizens' Council.

Roy was invited here for the second time. Unlike the last time, the unconscious Russell did not kneel in front of the Speaker's seat. On the independent seat half a person higher than the ground, next to the Elector Teutonic sat another old Caprini. He stood beside the Elector Teutonic with his head held high and his hands behind his back, like a dutiful guard. But Roy could feel his curious eyes sweeping over him again and again, which was obviously not an emotion a guard should have.

Moreover, his attire was completely different from those of the Elector's guards that Roy had seen. He wore a luxurious black robe, which was inlaid with golden embroidery and lace, making him look particularly luxurious. The lining was a black tight shirt with some difficult-to-distinguish symbols and words drawn on it. He wore a black silk belt around his waist, which was embroidered with ancient and mysterious runes, faintly flashing with strange light. The hem of his robe fluttered with his steps, revealing a sense of elegance and mystery.

Although he looked like an old man, his hair was still thick and black. On his wrinkled face, his eyes were deep and mysterious, and he seemed to be able to see through other people's hearts. His expression was serious and calm, and his eyes revealed an impatient curiosity. In general, his appearance and clothing exuded a luxurious and mysterious atmosphere, as if he came from a mysterious and noble world.

This kind of attire reminded Roy of the nobles of the Enlightenment Age in Western Europe, but obviously, his attire was influenced by the strong magical atmosphere of Leitania, and had more of the flavor of a mystic.

This should be the spiritual Originium Warlock, Roy thought. Such a person must be the Elector's confidant, but he didn't expect that the Teutonic Elector would take the initiative to bring him with him and directly ask Roy to meet.

He is fearless, perhaps thinking that whether Roy knows about the existence of the warlock is not important at all and not worth mentioning?

Unfortunately, since the moment he stepped into this tower, he had already loaded the [Water Moon] module. Roy was very curious. If he was read mind by someone now, what would the reader hear?

"Is there even a need to ask? It's definitely a mess!" "I think he might be able to read me, but I don't care. I just want to lie down and fight." "What if he reads me? Will my identity be exposed?" "It doesn't matter. Just read it casually. At worst, a falling star will knock this broken tower apart, and then the Holy Sun Sword will destroy this place! I want to see a river of blood!"

The words of the Elector interrupted Roy's gradually diverging thoughts, and he came straight to the point with a thunderous sentence: "Welcome, Knight of Eternity, or should I call you: The Blue Gold Throne of Casimir's Unheeled Alliance?"

Roy's body trembled slightly, and he subconsciously looked at the old man next to the Elector. His first reaction was that the old man had just used mind reading to get the identity of this vest from his uncontrollable divergent thinking, and then passed it to Teutonic through some channel. But the old man himself was motionless, with a normal expression. When he saw the look Roy gave him, he was even a little surprised, as if he was wondering why Roy's first reaction was to look at him when the Elector was talking.

After all, Roy had been an assassin and a spy, an experienced veteran. Although he had never fought personally, his ability to judge people was greatly enhanced. He determined the old man's thoughts at a glance, so he did not cast a spell.

This information was collected by the Elector himself.

Royton felt his scalp tingling.

Although he already knew that he had probably been found out to be a liar last time, it was a bit too horrifying that an Elector would deliberately investigate your background and even dig deep into your grave to uncover your true identity just because of a small lie.

You know, Roy is undoubtedly a marginal figure in this incident. He is just a sunny and cheerful boy. He was involved in this turmoil by chance when he passed by, and saving people was just a coincidence. If the Golden Law Guard had not arrived too quickly, he would have planned to send the person back to avoid any trouble.

But even so, he was still targeted by the Elector. If he was not overly sensitive, then it could only be said that he really was "meticulous".

His vest was exposed, but fortunately not completely. Roy could only bite the bullet and smile:

"Your Excellency the Elector Emperor came to me for the second time. Could it be that he wanted to exchange identities and say hello to me?"

Something is wrong with him.

The old wizard looked at Roy. He had been practicing the spiritual system of Originium Warlock for decades. He could accurately grasp the slightest emotion of anyone. Although he was not as good as the legendary founder of the spiritual system of warlock, the [Demon King], who could see through a person's thoughts and even memories without any means, he was also very good at judging whether a person had a hidden secret.

The moment the Elector Kurfürst opened his mouth, Roy's emotions clearly fluctuated greatly, and this fluctuation was not directed at the Elector Kurfürst, but at himself.

Does he know my identity and abilities?

It is possible. According to what the Grand Elector said, Roy was chosen by Xuantie to represent the Wuzhou League on the stage. He is the Grand Master of Qingjin. It is not surprising that he has such knowledge. And his reaction just shows that he has a secret that needs to be concealed.

The old wizard's interest was immediately aroused. The Elector brought him with him so that he could monitor Roy's thoughts at all times and judge the truthfulness of Roy's answers when he asked questions. The moment he knew that Roy had a secret in his heart, he weighed the pros and cons and decided resolutely to use magic.

This is a golden opportunity to spy on the secrets of Casimir's Helmless Alliance. For the Elector, who is guarding the border and may conflict with the Helmless Alliance at any time, this is crucial intelligence and a great opportunity for him to make a contribution!

Focusing his gaze on Roy, the old wizard closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the ring inlaid with dyed source stones on his hands behind his back began to emit light, reflecting the mysterious symbols on his cloak. The source stone transmission mechanism was activated, and the spell began to be released. The old wizard quickly felt the thought signal from Roy. He couldn't wait to reach out his spiritual tentacles, trying to touch the light ball that symbolized thought. Soon, one thought after another began to appear in his mind.

"This old man must be a psychic sorcerer." "I guessed it a long time ago." "I'm a little curious. What will happen if he uses magic on me?" "Haha, I want to see a river of blood!"

Thoughts began to appear one by one, and he excitedly felt the information obtained in his mind, but gradually, he found something wrong.

He began to have trouble reading.

Information continued to emerge in Roy's mind, like a surging flood, and the spiritual magic channel he opened up was just a small canal. Countless ideas continued to pour in, and soon exceeded his reading capacity, and his thoughts seemed to have no end at all. The old wizard felt a huge and chaotic flow of information in his mind. This information flow did not take into account the amount of information that his brain could accommodate and analyze, and was unscrupulously rushing into his mind along his spells, and it was still increasing!

This was very bad news, which meant that his spells were getting out of control! If this huge stream of information entered his brain, his consciousness would be overwritten in an instant, just like overwriting a hard drive. Those thoughts that were classified as unimportant would be pushed to the edge, or even directly overwritten and deleted by the new thoughts that came in under the pretext of "insufficient space"!

The human brain is not a hard drive that can be restored in the Recycle Bin after deletion. Zhuji An began to forget his memories, from childhood to middle age, and then to old age, from sadness to joy, and then to ordinary daily life... The old wizard realized the disaster almost immediately. He immediately tried to terminate the spell and cut off the mental connection, but the next second, even this thought was washed away.

He forgot what was happening now, and only saw countless thoughts, some of which were extremely dirty and unbearable, and some were pure happiness and love, which made people feel warm and moved. In the information flow, there were also various kinds of anger, anger, anxiety and pain.

The old wizard felt that his mind was like a library full of books, all the books were open at the same time, and all the knowledge and emotions were pouring into his mind at the same time. He couldn't stand this strong amount of information, and the panic in his heart became stronger and stronger. He tried to control his thoughts, but the power of the information flow was too strong for him to resist.

Finally, he collapsed to the ground with a thud, a smile of excitement on his lips.

"Haha, hahahaha, I get it, I get it!"

Roy and the Elector Kurfürst looked at him at the same time, their eyes filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Volume 1: Chapter 199: The person closest to the truth has gone crazy

The old wizard curled up and fell to the smooth wooden floor like a puddle of mud. His body began to twitch constantly, and his originally deep and mysterious pupils kept rolling upwards, almost turning up the entire bloodshot whites of his eyes. He coughed out a sound similar to a scream from his throat, and each sound was like an old machine that was overwhelmed. But before Roy could react, he suddenly laughed as if he had successfully restarted, shouting out strange words.

"Hehe, I got it!" "I made it, Taoist, I made it!" "Halloween, Halloween!" "They are all fake, they are fake!" "I can't tell the difference, I really can't tell the difference!"

The sudden change startled the Teutonic Elector and Roy, and the conversation that had just begun was abruptly interrupted. The hall suddenly fell into silence. Roy stood there, as if the air around him began to solidify and squeezed towards him, making it hard to breathe. A vigilant gaze began to look at him repeatedly. Roy looked at the source of the gaze. Although the Teutonic Elector was still sitting on the Speaker's seat, his body posture had changed, and he had obviously lost the leisurely demeanor that he had just been at ease with.

The old wizard was his confidant. In addition to being a spiritual wizard, he was also a powerful tower wizard and a top guard of the Elector. The reason why Teutonic brought him with him and dared to meet Roy, who was rumored to have defeated the army, was not only because he did not have much ill will towards Roy at the beginning, but also because he had full confidence in his own and the old wizard's strength.

For them, reading Roy's mind and grasping his emotional fluctuations were not malicious acts. Even without the help of a psychic sorcerer, as a veteran at the negotiation table and in the political arena of the Leithanian Empire, he had plenty of experience and ways to distinguish a person's words. The existence of a psychic sorcerer was nothing more than helping him simplify the process and consume less brain cells. Besides, at the negotiation table, everyone wanted to take the initiative. If you didn't use a psychic sorcerer, others would. Even if it was for countermeasures, the existence of a sorcerer was necessary. Not to mention, he hoped to take the opportunity to spy on the secrets of the Xuantie and Wuzhou League behind Roy.

But he never expected that in such an ordinary meeting, he would lose a powerful deputy he had used for many years without any warning.

Looking at the old wizard who had completely fallen into madness, tossing back and forth between madness and fear, a trace of pity flashed in the eyes of the Teutonic Elector. He reached out and rang the bell on the speaker's seat. Soon, the Elector's guards who were waiting under the tower arrived. Without any instructions, they worked together to carry the old wizard out as if they were familiar with it.

And Teutonic has now set his sights on Roy.

The old wizard was crazy. If he said that it had nothing to do with Roy, Teutonic would not believe it at all. This showed that Roy had some ability to counter mental spells, which could prevent him from being spied on, or even directly cause the peepers to suffer backlash. But the question was, why didn't he use it last time?

Since he had this spell, he could have used it the last time he met him. In that case, the old wizard would not have been able to detect his lies and would not have lived to this day. On that day, he and the old wizard met with more than just Roy, who could read his mind. There were also many dignitaries in Violet City, councilors, Lucel, and the victims and their families of the Simon Avenue incident. Even if the old wizard went crazy because of this, he would not immediately suspect Roy, but would suspect whether any of these people were his political enemies in Leitania.

But he chose to do it today. First, he lured me to meet him alone again, and then, in front of me, while communicating with me, he casually dealt with the warlock around me.

There is no doubt that he did it on purpose. Was he trying to show off his strength, to provoke me, or...

Teutonic's mind was in a state of confusion. For a moment, he was unsure of what Roy and Xuan Tie behind him were thinking, so he chose to shut up and wait in silence for Roy to tell him his purpose.

He didn't think Roy wanted to kill him. First of all, they had no grudges or conflicts of political interests. If Xuantie wanted to compete for the pinnacle of power in Casimir, he, the Grand Elector who guarded the border city between Leithania and Casimir, had the potential to be a strategic ally. Secondly, if he really wanted to take action, why would he wait until now?

If he could kill a powerful warlock next to me in seconds while chatting and laughing with me without making a sound, why couldn't he kill me too?

Of course, Teutonic had his own means of survival and last-ditch trump card, but he did not think that this could limit Roy. The information collected repeatedly showed that he had defeated an entire Ursus army with two men. If it was not exaggerated, with this level of combat power, any trump card to save his life would be useless unless the Witch King was alive.

His eyes were fixed on Roy, but Roy's thoughts at the moment were very simple.

Did he just read my mind?

Did I drive him crazy?

Is the Shuiyue module so powerful?

Roy quickly turned off the module and reintegrated his scattered thoughts.

It was certain that the old wizard had used mind reading on him. Judging from the intermittent sentences he shouted out, this man probably really had read something, otherwise he would not have gone crazy on the spot.

I understand. I have figured it out. I can't tell the difference. These should be from a novel Roy was reading before he traveled through time. Halloween should be a joke about the chainsaw man. As for whether they are all fake... Roy couldn't help but feel a little numb. Could he be reading Arknights?

Divergent thinking is not under my control, that is, when I see a certain scene, the subconscious thoughts in my mind will immediately be diverged. So, when the old wizard fell to the ground and started screaming, my first reaction was to think of the memes in similar scenes. And because I was always in Terra, the information of Arknights also existed in my mind at the same time?

If this is true, then the old wizard may be the only true prophet and seer on this earth.

Unfortunately, the two-dimensional creatures were forced to accept high-dimensional knowledge, but they were blown up before they could even understand it.

Roy couldn't help but sigh: "Your level as a mage is still very high."

"Now there are only two of us. Can you tell me your real purpose?" said the Elector Emperor with a frown.

Roy was slightly stunned. My next purpose was to get away with it. This time I did get through it, but it was a pity that I didn't get through it by cheating. I got through it in a unique way.

You look at me so seriously that I feel very stressed.

But at this time, if I really answered like this, I would probably be seen through and attacked in the next second. I don't want to kill an elector in Leithania.

Roy coughed lightly and silently activated [Kal'tsit's Riddle], then said carefully, "I want to know why you came here. Is there any progress in the resurrection of the Witch King?"

“You can choose to remain silent, but silence itself is also an answer. Don’t question my purpose. Everything I do is just for this land.”

The Elector was silent for a moment, as if he was weighing the options. After a while, he nodded and said, "I can tell you, but you have to answer a question for me first. What happened to my wizard?"

Roy specifically commented on the old wizard's magic level. The Elector Emperor did not think that this was an unintentional remark, and it must have a deeper meaning.

Roy replied, "He used a spell on me. And I showed him the truth."

"The truth? What truth?" demanded the Elector.

What truth? How would I know the truth? You have to ask Kal'tsit. She can even tell you about the previous civilization building the ark and ascending to heaven. She probably knows more than me.

Roy complained in his heart, but pretended to be serious on the surface and answered: "If fate lets you know, then you will naturally know the truth when you should know it. If fate does not allow it, then don't force it. Otherwise, look at the fate of your mage."