Chapter 107 Maria Winter

...No, she is not Annan Rindong.

Annan realized this immediately.

Although they look almost identical in age, height, and appearance...

But the length of the hair is obviously different. Her hair is not shoulder-length short hair, but waist-length hair... And from her figure and skeleton, she can barely tell her gender.

And most importantly, her aura.

And Annan can be said to be the exact opposite.

Her icy blue pupils seemed to have no emotion, and her half-open eyes were filled with god-like indifference. There was no trace of joy or laziness on her face, her hands and fingers were crossed and placed in front of her, her eyes full of vigilance and alienation.

She was dressed in a pure white, heavy robe, with a hollowed-out silver crown on her head. The slender and slender neck is reminiscent of a swan, and the delicate collarbone is hidden under the robe.

--no doubt.

She should be Annan Rindong's sister.

Unlike Annan, there doesn't seem to be a reverse rune etched on her soul... Those emotionless ice-blue pupils reminded Annan in a flash of the man who taught him Frost Sword.

Such a powerful and sultry aura can even make people temporarily ignore the fact that she is only fourteen or fifteen years old.

...Speaking of which, Annan is also theoretically fourteen years old.

But with his height and appearance, some people will believe him if he is 11 or 12 years old... How old is this sister of Annan Lindong this year?

The moment she looked back and saw the three of Annan, she frowned slightly.

"His Excellency David Gerald."

She made a cold and immature voice, and her ice-blue pupils locked onto Annan for the first time: "I didn't expect you to come too."

...how is this Gerald so famous?

An Nan's mind floated such a thought for a moment.

He just noticed that when Maria saw the two people, her eyes were only a little distant. But the moment he saw himself, he immediately became vigilant.

This is probably the notoriety that spreads thousands of miles...

By the way, what did Gerald do? Can so many big people know about him?

"Salute to you,

Your Highness Winter. "

Seeing this, Annan immediately bowed respectfully to Maria.

The two people beside him seemed to know the daughter of the Grand Duke as well.

Together with Annan they gave Maria a wizard salute. Then he introduced himself to her.

Seeing this, Maria nodded slightly.

"You can call me Maria."

she said simply.

This should be the real name.

For such big shots, they don't need to use pseudonyms to deflect curses. There must be someone in the family who is specially raised to eat and drink, and has the same name as himself; the only function is to block the "living idols" that may be named and cursed at him.

So there is no need for her to report false names to the three.

Annan is different.

Gerald seems unexpectedly famous...

There was no possibility of him giving a pseudonym at all.

He vaguely grasped the key.

In this copy, the name seems to be the key to solving the problem...

Afterwards, Maria explained to the three: "The invitation letter should have been delayed, and I arrived here first. But obviously it hasn't opened yet.

"I think it should wait for you all to come, and Michelangelo will let us in."

I think so too.

Annan whispered in his heart.

He glanced up at the wizard's tower.

The gray-white giant tower... It's not so much a "tower" as it is a huge castle. It presents a bizarre, left-right symmetrical structure - rings on the sides and bridges in the middle.

If you look down from right above, you will probably see a huge dumbbell.

"This is the Twin Towers at all."

Claire couldn't help but sigh.

Annan thought so.

...not to mention, which door did you enter from?

Or which one will do?

They didn't wait long.

The other four guests came to the neighborhood in three batches.

The first person to arrive was an old man with a gaunt face, sunken cheeks and deep eye sockets. His hair was sparse and his head was low. Since he came here, he has remained silent and did not join the crowd. middle.

Then came a middle-aged man with black hair and dark eyes, deep facial features, and a kind and cheerful smile. After he came here, he approached Annan and the others and introduced himself.

His name is Gillandaio, and he is a wizard of the school of the Prophets.

And he himself was a student of Master Michelangelo.

Master Michelangelo himself is best at the magic of the prophetic school, followed by shaping and idols. Therefore, after Gillandaio, an enthusiastic middle-aged man, said his school, Annan and the others couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

As for the last two people who arrived, they came together at the same time.

One of them is a handsome young man with a slightly divine face.

His eyes were closed, his hair was shaved on one side, and the rest of his white hair was braided into three braids of different lengths, two hanging in front of him and the longest one behind him.

Known by Claire as "Eugene Melvin", he is a wizard of the Icon School. It is said that he is also a very famous person... This should also be his real name.

As for the other...

In every sense, Annan is an acquaintance.

His beard was gray, his eyes were firm, and his skin was slightly wrinkled with age. In the turbid pupils, there seemed to be colorful brilliance flowing all the time.

"...Master Benjamin."

Annan bowed his head respectfully to him.

The other party glanced at Annan with a complicated expression, opened his mouth, and hesitated.

In the end, he just nodded silently to Annan, and Quan should reciprocate.

--yes.

The last candidate to appear in Gerald's Nightmare...

It's the transformation wizard who was cursed to death on the ship... Benjamin.

At the moment when all the members arrived, everyone's consciousness suddenly and briefly disappeared.

When they woke up again, they found themselves in a very spacious and extraordinarily luxurious hall.

"……Oh."

Annan couldn't help but sigh.

Claire's eyes widened.

Maria still frowned.

Just because it appeared in front of everyone...

All kinds of statues are lined up according to a certain pattern like a starry sky.

Statue of a giant. Statue of a horse man. Statue of goblin.

Statue of the old man. Statue of a child.

Statue of a warrior. Statue of a maiden.

Statue of an angel. Statue of a giant snake.

so grand. so spectacular.

Lifelike is just standard.

"As if there is a soul" is just a regular level.

It's like countless frozen fragments of history, superimposed on each other.

The most incredible thing is that almost every statue can be combined with one or several other statues adjacent to it to form a picture scroll. And if it is combined with other statues, it will form a new picture and a new story.

At the same time, the arrangement of the statues on the ground seems to contain some kind of magic law.

It's just like...

"—like a pawn in the hands of the gods."

Maria whispered.

The atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

This is obviously not polite words.

But because it was too realistic, everyone didn't know how to respond...

After all, Her Royal Highness Maria was a child—and the one with the highest status among them.

When children tell the truth, people don't know how to answer them.

In the end, it was Benjamin who clapped his hands and broke the awkward silence: "As expected of Master Michelangelo.

"It's a miracle... no, it's almost a miracle!"

"—like a miracle, right."

At this moment, an old man's voice sounded with laughter.

In front of the eight people, the statue of one of the old men suddenly made a sound.

The strange thing is that it is clearly in the very center of the hall, the center of the entire stage, the entire canvas... But until it opens, everyone can't realize its existence.

Talking stone statues are nothing strange in the world view of the extraordinary.

Especially the work of the master Michelangelo... that's more normal.

Therefore, everyone was not surprised, but continued to look at the stone statue of the old man.

——However, although it is not stated explicitly.

But in their hearts, they were still a little grumpy that Master Michelangelo was not there in person.

However, this grudge disappeared instantly when the stone statue said the next sentence:

"Then," said the old man's stone statue slowly, "I will disclose it to you...

"[The Eye of Delay] The suicide note of His Excellency Michelangelo Buonaro."