Chapter 299 Invisible Threat

There is no sun in the fairyland, and the changes in light are too ambiguous to distinguish, but this country has clear regulations on work and rest time.

In the central square of this "country", a huge hourglass almost as tall as an adult man is suspended in a metal bracket made of wood and metal, and next to it is a slightly smaller bronze bell.

Every eight hours, the sand in the hourglass will completely settle in the lower half, and the two guardians of the hourglass will turn the hourglass over at this moment and ring the bell at the same time to remind the people of this country that the time here has reached the next round.

The first time Clayton heard the bell here was at the end of the banquet.

When the bell rang, the musicians stopped playing, and the male and female guests who were still dancing the last moment also withdrew their hands and said goodbye to him.

When all the guests left the hall, Clayton left the throne with the service of two servants.

He stayed until the latest to wait for the two absent female nobles, and they did not come back - just like Edwards.

When he was about to approach his bedroom, he waved away the servants who were holding the candles according to the etiquette of the world. After they left, he walked through the corridor again and returned to the banquet hall. He walked to the guest seats and distinguished the smells of the two female nobles in the empty room.

They were wearing perfume, which was made from natural plants. It was soft, sweet and unique, allowing the werewolf to clearly distinguish the path of the smell.

Clayton had a suspicion, and he was going to verify it now.

The two smells almost merged. Obviously, the two women were walking along the same road, and their goals might be the same. Clayton followed their past movement trajectory, walked outside the castle, and then walked along the left wall. He successfully came to the remote small door in the corner of the castle. The door was still closed. Clayton's extraordinary hearing could hear faint moans in the room on the side of the corridor behind the door.

That was the sound of Edwards and the two women enjoying themselves.

It was a natural happiness and excitement, completely without the atmosphere of restrained desire that Edwards claimed.

Clayton had already understood who was the greedy one. He sneered in his heart. He didn't need to listen to the voices here anymore. He turned around and was about to leave, but the shadow under his feet suddenly trembled, and a chill came from under his feet.

The next moment, a monster with the front half of a black cat and the back half of a python jumped out of the shadow and coiled around his legs from bottom to top. The hair on his back stood up, and the glands hidden between the hair and scales evaporated lavender mist.

Edwards's thief worm familiar!

While holding his breath, Clayton's right hand swelled up instantly, and the black claws completely grasped and crushed the head of the thief worm.

Despite losing its head, the headless snake tail was still entangled tightly on his legs.

He reached out again, pierced the scales with his nails, and pulled off its body with force, throwing it to the side into the bushes that were carefully trimmed by the gardener, knocking out a huge gap.

Clayton did all this based on his instinctive fighting reaction, and then he began to think about how to deal with the current situation. He saw from the corner of his eye that part of the broken head of the thief worm in the bushes had been healed together, and the horizontal pupil in the green single eye stared at him coldly, looking at him.

Clayton's thoughts paused for a moment, and a black dot suddenly appeared in his mind, and a humming sound that seemed to have been circulating since ancient times sounded from the black dot.

Any of his thoughts that touched this black dot would quickly end - as if his desire to think was taken away.

Without the desire to think as a driving force, thinking would naturally stop.

Clayton had studied Clara's existence and immediately realized that this was the power of the devil to devour desires and emotions.

He couldn't solve it.

Creatures possessed by demons will have extremely strong recovery ability, but if the host body is completely destroyed, the demon will still be affected to a certain extent, such as the original magic released will be interrupted, and the curse on others will fail.

But this is a fairyland, and the bodies hosted by demons are more difficult to die than those in the outside world, so their spells almost lose the possibility of being interrupted by external forces.

As the black spot continued to expand, from a small dot to a black area, Clayton's thinking became slow, but his consciousness had not yet completely fallen into this black spot that could devour desires. He could feel that there was another mind sharing this pressure for him.

The sound in the room stopped the moment the thief worm appeared. The two women on the bed saw Edwards' face change, and then pushed them away and walked off the bed.

He walked out of the room naked and came to the corridor without any shame.

The spiritual knowledge did not show any danger. Edwards pushed open the door that had blocked Clayton before without hesitation, but there was nothing outside the door. Only the remains of the thief worm slowly crawled in the gap of the bushes to recover.

No matter who caused this scene, he must have resisted the power of the devil.

The power of the devil is not so easy to resolve. The easiest way to resist is to ask another devil to help.

And recently, this country has indeed added another devil.

"Is it those outsiders?"

Edwards's eyes swept across the mess, but he did not sense the breath of another devil. He frowned and picked up his broken familiar, observed the injury and threw it down, turned back to the room, put on a gorgeous dress, and immediately went upstairs.

The servants and attendants had gone to rest, and the corridor was empty, which was perfect for him to walk quickly, but normally no one dared to stop him.

Edwards arrived outside the king's bedroom in a short while. He did not open the door, but his expanded spiritual awareness had already detected that there was no one in the room, and his face immediately became gloomy.

"Come! Go and get our king."

He stopped halfway through shouting, and walked quickly to the window in the corridor to look out.

When he was quiet, the sound of weapons colliding outside could be clearly heard.

On the parade ground, the new king was dueling with the princess.

They fought each other with spears in their hands. While attacking, their eyes were always fixed on each other without any deviation. This state of concentration seemed to have lasted for a while.

Edwards has always relied on spiritual awareness and the power of demons to perceive the world. His hearing is not outstanding. He tried to recall whether the sound of their fighting had been there at the beginning, but to no avail.

And a servant had reported this to him a few hours ago.

The new king seemed to have a special liking for this kind of duel training, and his current actions might not be a whim.

He went downstairs to the parade ground again and stood next to them at close range.

From the perspective of the demon warlock, there were obvious impurities in the emotions of the king and the princess.

This may be that they still have doubts about this country, or they may be involved in the incident that just happened.

"Your Majesty."

Edwards approached and spoke. Clayton was attracted by his voice, but then he was caught by the princess. She stabbed the spear fiercely. The tip of the spear penetrated deeply from the king's eye socket, and the depth must have penetrated the brain.

Edwards felt a little warmth on his lips. He dipped a little with his finger and put it in front of his eyes, and found that it was the blood of the new king.

He still wanted to sense the king's emotions, but Clayton's brain was destroyed, and of course there was no emotion left.

"Father!"

The girl screamed and dropped the spear, ran towards the fallen body, and hugged him in her arms.

This seemed to be a mistake for her, so the emotional fluctuations were extremely strong, all impurities were precipitated, and there was no trace of performance.

Obviously, these outsiders have not fully adapted to the rules of the fairyland.

Edwards suddenly felt bored. There was nothing worth investigating here, and the piercing screams made him not want to stay here any longer. Maybe he was wrong. The enemy who attacked his familiar was another enemy.

His enemies were planning to deal with him, and he was wasting time here.

"Your Majesty will be well soon."

He left a word, then turned and left, walking towards the outside of the castle. He wanted to identify his enemies through another means.

Donna knelt on the ground, holding Clayton's upper body with tears on her face, motionless, until the wound on his head healed, she whispered in his ear to vent her anger.

"You lied to me! You said you would block it!"

A few minutes ago, Clayton's spirit was abnormal, and Donna maintained a state of fate connection with Clayton from beginning to end, so she immediately sensed this, and Clayton soon found her and asked her to accompany him to play a play in Edwards, just like the training they had done before.

The facts proved different.

Even if it is the same attack behavior, there is a difference between piercing the heart of a loved one and piercing the eyeball of a loved one.

Donna was afraid of that familiar and broken face.

Clayton sat up from her arms, his nostrils flaring, and he answered her only after he confirmed that Edwards was not nearby: "If I don't lie to you first, I can't lie to Edwards."

"That's really despicable." Donna said with a crying voice.

"But it's worth it."

Clayton stood up and looked up, his eyes swept across every window in the castle. No one was looking here.

Except for Edwards, everyone else really thought it was time to rest.

They returned to Donna's room, and Donna dragged the mosquito slayer out from under the bed to let him know how much this escape cost.

This strange item, which Clayton had not used many times, had been damaged. Its axe handle was broken in the middle, and there were traces of burning on the broken edge. One side of the double-edged axe was also broken, and the metal material had no traces of bending, but it cracked directly like clay.

The mosquito slayer was not damaged by external force, but was melted from the inside by the magic contained in itself.

When Donna sensed that Clayton was under the influence of the devil, she was also contaminated by this spiritual power. She immediately tried to use Clara's ability to resist this influence. But Clara was almost unable to resist in front of Edwards's familiar, so Donna did not hesitate to use the spell of pointing to the object to designate the mosquito slayer as a substitute for herself and Clayton.

"What a pity." Clayton's feelings of cherishing things rose again.

However, if he did not feel sorry, the spell of pointing to the object would not be able to be activated, because only important objects that the owner of the object has placed emotions on can be used as a substitute.

The power of just one action is enough to completely destroy a strange object. Edwards' power is stronger than they imagined.

But Clayton believes that he has found Edwards' flaw.