North's appearance is very handsome, which meets the characteristics of all the noble ladies of the St. Lance Empire about their ideal bed lovers - excellent bloodline and independent personality have brought him to this day, but often the wrong path when he was young has made his achievements today very different. If possible, he instinctively lived in his own ethnic group with a pleasant taste, but in order to pursue strength, North took a path of no return.

The so-called "eternal life" and the so-called "eternity".

North paid an unimaginable price to be the dead - but today it seems that none of this seems worth it at all.

The wound on his body had healed. North raised his hand gently, and snow-white scales appeared on his skin, and then slowly disappeared - the dragon clan of this color had never appeared on the continent, but perhaps only North understood the reason. It has been nearly three thousand years, North still remembered his resolute confidence when he embarked on this path.

“Augustin…”

North gently summoned the name that seemed to never appear in his memory, as if it was accompanied by the name appearing in Roslorien, an ancient conspiracy involving the dragon clan and the undead was slowly emerging.

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"despair."

The slight footsteps were filled with a slight echo, and Eccrist stopped and the wand in his hand rose slightly.

It is not considered a gorgeous palace, this is Eccriston's evaluation of this place - the surrounding stone pillars are simple and shiny, the torches on the walls are suddenly lit, and the room exudes a warm atmosphere that only spring is available, which is far from the severe coldness of tens of degrees below zero outside the stone gate.

The floor was as smooth as a mirror, but it was pitch-black marble. This ordinary material seemed to not appear in such a strange place. However, Eccriston did not explore these things. He walked to a huge object and raised his head.

The hall of more than 100 square meters has an indescribable quaint flavor, with many and fine decorations, but no luxurious atmosphere. There is a huge "stone" that is five meters wide, ten meters long and two meters high, but Eccriston knew that this was a "coffin".

Or, "home".

The white sarcophagus is engraved with various patterns. The text on it did not belong to this continent, but was read by Eccriston.

"What awakens me is not hatred, but hope."

This difficult and obscure passage of language seemed to become a whisper. Eccriston raised his head and looked up after silently reciting the sentence. The ceiling above his head was depicted with a pattern almost the same as that of Galan's roof.

Is it weird? Eccriston doesn't think so.

He took two steps back and gently made an elegant gesture of salute, as if waiting for something.

"Click."

Something seemed to have moved.

Immediately afterwards, the huge sarcophagus suddenly appeared in regular traces, and then moved around. Without any support, these heavy stones seemed to be lifted by some magic, and gradually revealed their true faces.

There was a huge chandelier on the roof, and the light became brighter as Eccriston waved his wand again. After the huge marble was moved away, an ancient stone chair was revealed inside.

At the same time, there was a person sitting upright on the stone chair.

Human?

Maybe it's right.

The stone chairs above the ground have a kingly meaning, and are arrogant, like snow lotus that grows on the top of a snow mountain.

The stone chair has no gorgeous atmosphere, but its carving time must be unimaginable - just like the history it exists, it makes people feel solemn and sighed.

On top of the throne, only the king is left.

Eccriston's movements were meticulous and his bowing movements were quite accurate, which had a sense of conviction and piety.

This is an attitude of surrender, far from the attitude that Eccriston had when facing anyone after coming to this continent - more often, the "Duke of Destruction" showed an equal communication, and he would not use any discriminatory or contemptuous attitude regardless of whether the other party's strength was comparable to himself.

But now facing the king in front of him, he is humble and has no complaints.

If we talk about it, the guy on the throne is now the most ordinary skeleton. He does not have brocade and jade robe, gold and silver jewelry, and there is no unique light of the dead in his empty eye sockets. His extremely ordinary body is decay, but it has not drifted with the wind as the years are deposited.

However, with the indoor light, the bones were re-expected, and some minor changes suddenly intensified.

The dry and yellow bones slowly changed the color - in less than ten seconds, a strange film appeared on the surface, and then flesh and blood appeared as if it expanded outward!

The dry skull also had an almost terrifying scene, but then there was a handsome face that seemed to be reappeared from that long history. Half-length hair returned to the shine unique to normal people from the dry state like a dead grass, and hung down a little lazy.

There is no crown on top of his head, but there is a thin head ring.

He was wearing a slightly yellowed robe, with a simple style. In the process of this change, he gradually became dazzling pure white. His dark brown hair was gently brushed behind his ears by raised fingers, his eyes were slightly opened, and his sea blue eyes had a faint light that made the whole room feel as if there was some power.

Eccriston's robe was automatically without wind, as if it was hit on the face.

“Wake up my…”

The slightly vicissitudes of voice was spoken from a middle-aged man with a face in his thirties, which had some strange feelings.

"It's not hatred, it's hope."

Eccriston replied softly, without any change in his movements.

"Echriston? I didn't expect you to wake me up, but this is expected."

“You will always be my mentor.”

Eccriston, who has demigod-level strength, bowed his waist a little lower.

The skeleton in front of him has become a handsome and upright human. His name has been circulated throughout the continent, but after years of dust, no one seems to be able to remember this...strong man who could shock the entire continent at the beginning.

Augustine, or his once titled "Saint Augustine" in the human empire, the identity and status revealed by all this no longer need any unnecessary words to describe it - it can even be said that his words were the truth in that era!

Although this guy who is respected as a mentor by Eccriston is not old, he has a momentum that ordinary people cannot reach - it is not the strength of the superior or the simple personal aura. In short, when standing in front of him, civilians seem to be unable to understand anything special, but professionals will immediately discover the power of the seemingly ordinary guy in front of him.

Immortality, a word that is out of reach for mortals, seems to have become a reality in him.

"Teacher? This title is a bit old, but I still feel a little surprised when I see you again," Augustine didn't seem to feel extremely serious, just like a very normal human, whispered in a common language. "Marke is still too impatient, Iser is too conservative, and only you can get to where you are today."

“As you can see, mentor.”

Eccriston would not say any extra flattery. If you say words like "It's all good for mentors to teach" and probably Augustine would kill him without hesitation - in that unknown plane, the consequences of saying one more word are often the case.

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