Chapter 12 Princess (2)

The boat that carries souls only carries gods! Although it was only eight short words, Ron felt the chill in his heart.

It was clearly a ferry that transported players' souls, so why did it become a ferry that only transported gods? If it only transported gods, then where would the gods be taken? Ron could feel that although this was the world of the game he had played, in some ways, it was subtly different.

Elsa separated herself from Ron and stood quietly beside him. She seemed to have no curiosity about this mysterious and strange area.

The system did not disappear, nor did it give any prompts, which seemed to indicate that his life was not in danger for the time being, and he probably was not dead.

Ron felt a little relieved and raised his head.

The same dark night sky is dotted with things that look like stars. Some of them are deep green, some are azure blue, some are fiery red, some are purple, and they are colorful.

Some of them are very big, like the full moon, and some are very small, like candles that may go out at any time.

Ron was slightly stunned by the unprecedented scene.

In the game, after the player dies, he can only see the Soul Ferry and the Black Sea. The sky is just gray and there is nothing.

In fact, after the player gets on the Soul Ferry in the game, he cannot make any movements at all and can only wait quietly to cross the Eternal Sea. The whole process takes about three minutes.

It is said that it was specially designed by the game company so that players can experience the preciousness of life and not become war criminals of Paradox and wantonly slaughter NPCs in the game.

This design was also voted as the most disgusting design among players.

But here, Ron's actions were not affected. As if it was pure instinct, he stretched out his right hand and tried to pick the stars above his head... Anyway, he also needed to do something to find a way to leave here. However, although these stars seemed close at hand, no matter how hard Ron stretched his arms, the distance between the two sides would not be reduced at all.

He even jumped up, but still couldn't reach it. Fortunately, there were no other people around, otherwise, people would probably think Ron was a psychopath.

After a long time, Ron gave up. He looked at Elsa next to him with some envy. Now everyone was almost the same type of existence, but he was far from being able to be as casual as Elsa and float freely in the air.

Elsa completely ignored Ron's gaze. Her pair of clear black and white eyes just stared at the Soul Ferry and the dark ocean around it, motionless.

I don’t know what I’m thinking about, or maybe, nothing.

The soul body does not need to breathe, but Ron still exhaled habitually. He felt that competing with a system was purely a brain problem. He looked around again. This time, he looked more carefully. He could see countless silk threads floating in the air.

Very thin.

Thinner than spider silk.

Inadvertently, these threads will be overlooked.

It was so densely packed that it seemed as if there were thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of spiders weaving their webs on this huge ship.

Spider silk was floating everywhere, even casting a dirty shadow on the soul-ferrying boat.

Right in front of Ron, a short piece of spider silk was emitting an unusually bright light, shining so brightly that it was almost floating onto Ron's face.

Ron frowned slightly, stretched out a finger, and pushed aside the spider silk.

Buzz! The next moment, Ron's mind was agitated, and his mental strength was almost drained in a very short time, and his consciousness was briefly blank!

…

In the Northern Continent, the Kingdom of Granville is not a particularly powerful country, but it is definitely the richest.

This country is rich in a special energy source called black oil, which can be used after being dug out from the ground and slightly refined.

Cooking, heating, lighting, steam trains... black oil has a wide range of applications, which has brought amazing wealth to the kingdom.

Because we are rich, we live in luxury.

In the early morning, the magic lamps outside the palace that had been shining all night were still on. Under the soft light, the extremely exquisite glazed tiles were shining with a hazy luster, making the palace shrouded in dreamy clouds. If you didn't know, you would think you had arrived in the realm of gods.

It is said that if you take just one of the gems inlaid on the pillars, it would be enough for a commoner to spend in a lifetime.

But even in such a luxurious palace, there is a special place. There is a wall about six meters high, covered with vines, and the ridge of the wall is even full of rusty blades.

The mottled walls looked like they had not been repaired for a long time.

In the early morning sunshine, tiny insects have begun to spread their wings and fly.

Decayed, dilapidated, gloomy, and depressing! Outside the wall were knights in heavy armor, with a sentry every three steps and a sentry every five steps, completely isolating this area from the rest of the palace.

This is the residence of Agnes Holt, the seventh wife of King Granville.

This is a very beautiful, impeccably beautiful woman.

Her clothes were not gorgeous, just a pure white tight-fitting long skirt that wrapped around her plump and suggestive body. The relatively conservative skirt could not completely hide Agnes's beauty, and it even made people worry that the neckline would be torn.

The silk gauze skirt fits the skin well, outlining graceful curves, especially the outline of a pair of thighs, which is even more fascinating. Even if you don't touch it with your own hands, just one look at it will tell you that it must be very soft.

The cool breeze of the early morning blew, and her long silver hair fluttered. Her eyes, like aquamarine, looked outside. Outside the hut was a high wall...

Agnes has a charm that can drive men crazy, but she is not a favored princess.

Her marriage to the king was a pure exchange of interests.

In order to prevent Agnes from giving birth to a prince, King Granville never even touched her.

The luxurious palace was more like a huge cage to Agnes.

She just wants freedom.

Escape from this birdcage.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Agnes picked up the kettle. She was not wearing shoes, and her fair feet stepped on the cold stone slabs, preparing to water the flowers and plants in the yard... Agnes had long been accustomed to the same life for thirteen years.

However, before she could walk out the door, twisting silk threads suddenly appeared in the air in front of her and instantly wrapped around Agnes.

Agnes frowned slightly and tried to struggle. As a person with considerable strength, the princess was very confident in her own power.

But soon, the princess's expression changed.

As soon as the magic power is mobilized, it will be instantly absorbed by the silk threads wrapped around the body.

The sudden change happened so fast that the princess had no time to react. Her body had already left the ground, entangled in countless silk threads, and disappeared from the spot out of thin air.

When the princess regained her sight, there was still fear on her face. She looked blankly at the pale bone ship under her feet, the dark ocean around her, and the completely different sky above her head.

On the other side, Ron tried hard to stay calm and didn't ask such tasteless questions as "Who are you?". He was thinking whether he should maintain the same identity as the other person who suddenly entered this space, or maintain his unfathomable image.

Looking at the princess' beautiful face and slender figure, he suddenly felt somewhat familiar.

After a few seconds, Ron almost exclaimed.

Agnes, isn't this... one of the four pillars of the Eternal Freedom Sect? The sexiest villain who drives male players crazy and makes them feel sorry for her?

Ron was shocked.

This woman's strength is only slightly inferior to that of the Pope. She can kill him with one slap! Agnes's beautiful, slender and elegant neck moved a little, and soon she saw a hazy figure at the bow.

There was clearly no fog here. Although it was dark, visibility was not low for a powerful being. The princess could even see the waves rising on the black ocean ahead of the bow.

But I couldn't see the man at the bow clearly.

I could only feel that it seemed to be a man.

He was tall and thin, like a scholar.

She tried to see the mysterious man clearly, but some mysterious force interfered with her vision and she could only see a mist.

Mystery was like a black hole, like nothingness. She couldn't even sense Ron's power, but the more so, the more frightened Agnes felt. She was not stupid enough to think that this mysterious being was a powerless weakling.

Considering that she was forcibly brought to this place without any resistance, the opponent's strength was probably far beyond hers.

Although she is one of the strongest people in the human world, Agnes behaves exceptionally well.

This is a very proud woman, but she knows better how to react when faced with different existences.

Agnes asked in a calm yet anxious tone: "Who are you? Where is this place? What do you want to do?"

Here comes the second chapter, 5,000 words completed today!

(End of this chapter)