At this moment, the crown prince, known as the "Golden Light", who never showed any emotion in front of others, took a deep breath, turned around and rushed into the palace.

He lowered his head and hurried past the crowd that was looking at him expectantly, his teeth clenched, his eyes slightly red, a strange emotion surging in his chest.

——Why are people so unwilling to endure a little longer winter for the sake of this country?

Georgia rushed into the palace, walked past the guards who bowed to him without looking around, and rarely responded politely. Instead, he walked straight into his room, took down the strongest bow from the wall, and walked towards the national gate guarded by the Golden Bank without looking back.

He gripped the longbow tightly, his eyes cold.

——Whether it is the so-called God or some strange guest, he will not allow the other party to set foot in the country of Ancient Luolun.

This is his land, these are his people, no matter how naive they are, it is not the turn of others to exploit their suffering in the name of gold.

Georgia held the longbow and stood on the high wall at the entrance. There was no one guarding here because the soldiers had gone down to welcome the distinguished guest, or the god. Even at ordinary times, there were no more than three or four soldiers guarding here because the god had hidden Gu Luolun. Without someone from the Gold Distribution Office to lead the way, ordinary people could not get in.

But today everyone was waiting inside, which meant that there was no one to lead the way, and the guest could come in on his own.

No outsider had ever entered Guloren without a guide, so it was no wonder that his father was convinced that this strange guest was a god.

The high priest was waiting at the entrance, full of trepidation and anxiety. The king was silent with pale lips. The guards were looking at the entrance expectantly. After waiting for about half an hour, there was finally movement at the entrance.

The sound of a man's leather shoes stepping on the hard ground came slowly. He pushed aside the dense trees at the entrance, revealing a masked face. He said with a smile: "I got off the Sky Island from there and rushed here directly. I didn't change my clothes. I hope you don't mind."

"I'm not late, am I?"

The man spoke fluent Old Roman, which shocked the high priest so much that he gasped and bowed in fear and trepidation to greet him: "You are not late!"

"Hello, hello." King Gu Luolun stepped forward nervously and stretched out his hand. "I am King Gu Luolun."

"I know." The masked man, or god, said with a casual smile. He took off his gloves, stretched out his hand and shook hands with the king. "You are my main trading partner."

"You look a lot like the king who lived a thousand years ago."

"Yes, is it?" The king forced a smile and asked tremblingly, "Then the gold..."

"Don't worry." The man stretched out his hand, on which hung a glittering, mottled wedge-shaped mineral. He said in a gentle tone, "I brought the philosopher's stone."

"I have given you a sample before. This is the genuine product. You only need to bury this Philosopher's Stone in the mineral vein, and gold will be produced continuously as before."

"An endless supply of gold?" The king repeated the man's words in a trembling voice.

"Yes, as long as you use this philosopher's stone, your future country will have an inexhaustible supply of gold." The man smiled and spread his hands. "This philosopher's stone is more powerful than the one that the king buried in the mine a thousand years ago. By then, your streets may be filled with gold dust at any time, and golden statues can be seen everywhere. Everyone may have gold as big as himself."

"Your golden age will come again."

"But be careful when you bury it."

He smiled and reminded: "This Philosopher's Stone is fragile, and I only have this one piece."

The king swallowed nervously and tried to reach out for the stone. The man also reached out, ready to hand it over.

At the moment of delivery, Georgia on the city wall stood tall and straight, with a sharp look in his eyes, he pulled the bowstring to his ear with two fingers. The wind blew his erect light brown high ponytail apart, and the bright metallic color of the bowstring made his dark brown pupils look even deeper.

The sharp tip of the arrow reflected a strange glare, Georgia's chest heaved violently, and he clenched his teeth - this was probably the most inappropriate and impulsive thing he had done since he became the crown prince.

Attack foreign guests.

Georgia released the bowstring, and the arrow shot out as swiftly as thunder from the clouds, piercing between the king and the god, and pointing directly at the philosopher's stone!

The man seemed to have sensed something, and he quickly clenched his palm and held the Philosopher's Stone, but the arrow blew like thunder and pierced through his palm holding the Philosopher's Stone, and blood dripped down.

"Oh my," the man smiled and turned to look at Georgia who was drawing the bow again on the platform. "It seems that your country doesn't welcome a businessman like me."

"Georgia?!" The king looked at Georgia with red eyes on the platform in astonishment. He scolded her angrily, and timidly glanced at the person next to him who looked not angry at all. "What are you doing! Come down quickly!"

"Guards! Get the eldest prince down!"

The high priest was almost paralyzed. He asked in panic, "Is the Philosopher's Stone okay?!"

"It's okay." The man casually opened his palm, which was empty, and said with a smile, "I put it away."

"Hurry!" the high priest called out, "Ask the city's doctor to come over and bandage the guest's hand."

“No need.” The man smiled and waved his hands. “It’s good to get hurt occasionally. I haven’t been hurt in a long time.”

The high priest stopped in astonishment and looked around helplessly.

"That..." The man chuckled. He turned around and looked at Georgia, who was being forced down the city wall by a group of guards. "Is the man who shot me with a bow and arrow your eldest prince?"

When the king heard the man mention this, his back tensed up instantly. He leaned over slightly to block the man's gaze towards Georgia: "...He is my eldest son. I did not discipline him strictly. Please do not take it seriously."

"Why would I care? He's very interesting." The man smiled with interest and politely asked, "Can I talk to him?"

Looking at the man's bleeding hand, the king hesitated for a long time, and could only nod his head reluctantly and agreed: "...I will let him come down and admit his fault to you, and I will punish him personally after returning. Please don't be too harsh on him."

Georgia was pushed in front of the man, his hands tied behind his back by the guards, his eyes filled with a fierce disobedience, completely different from the elegant and gentle appearance that the prince always showed.

"Georgia." The king's voice was tense, and he pressed down Georgia's raised head sternly, "You have committed a serious crime, attacking a foreign guest!"

“Apologize to this guest!”

"I will accept the punishment when I go back. I will accept any severe punishment." Georgia lowered her head, but her voice was still cold. "But I will not apologize."

"He is not Gu Luolun's guest."

The king was anxious: "Georgia!!"

"Don't be so serious. Let go." The man interrupted the king with a smile, "Your name is Georgia, right?"

The king loosened his hand, and Georgia slowly raised her head and looked directly at the man without saying a word.

"You have a very good soul." The man laughed cheerfully, "I am surprised and happy to see such a soul in such a country."

"As a reward for showing me such a valuable soul, let me give you a chance. Since you are determined to save this fairy-tale and corrupt country from the hands of me, who you think is a big villain."

"Let's play a game."

The man waved his hand, and the disappeared Philosopher's Stone reappeared in his hand. The palm-length Philosopher's Stone was stained with a trace of blood and floated in front of Georgia's eyes, emitting a warm and bright light like gold.

"Three days later," the man chuckled, "I will come here with this Philosopher's Stone. If you can find a way to close all the mining areas and prevent anyone from burying the Philosopher's Stone in the mines, I will leave with the Philosopher's Stone forever and never come to this country again."

“But if you don’t.”

"--Whether it is the pain of the philosopher's stone a thousand years ago or the pain of this one now, by that time, you will pay for all the pain."

"What is your answer?"

Georgia raised her head, her brown eyes clear and bright: "Okay."

——Just like the king a thousand years ago naively agreed to the deal with God, he also naively agreed to play the game with God.

And thought they would win.

13 The central area of ​​the mining area.

Mu Sicheng carefully walked through the dense group of human-shaped gold sculptures outside the mining area and moved towards the mine cart. When he reached the edge of the track, he reported into the earphone: "The gold powder on the track has traces of being wiped off, and it is still relatively new."

"Those should be the traces left by Georgia and the others as they walked down." Bai Liu said, "This proves that we are not in the wrong place. If Georgia and the others also came here, then this can only mean that this is indeed the hiding place of the hourglass of time."

"The mining area is inside the mountain. There are many gold sculptures at the entrance." Mu Sicheng looked around and reported in a low voice, "There are two railroad tracks at the entrance of the mountain with minecarts on them. One of the minecarts should have been driven away by Georgia and her friends. When they drove it into the mine, I saw the traces of the minecart being dragged."

"The mine is very deep. I took a photo and could only see a lot of shiny gold inside. It was a bit dazzling, and the rest was not clear. I guess I have to take a mine cart to go in to find out what's going on."

"Should I wait for you to come before going inside, or should I go down first by myself?" Mu Sicheng asked.

Bai Liu said without hesitation: "Wait for us to come. Don't move around randomly. Stay away from those sculptures."

"But..." Mu Sicheng was a little anxious. When he was anxious, his lungs started to itch unconsciously, and he began to cough violently, "Ahem, what if Georgia and the others get the Hourglass of Time before us?"

"Then let's go first." Bai Liu was unmoved. "We are originally in a passive position in this instance. It is normal for them to gain an advantage before us. Don't act rashly when there is information asymmetry in the early stages. Besides, what are you best at?"

Mu Sicheng was stunned.

"If they get it first," Bai Liu said calmly, "then you can steal it back. With your speed and alertness, there shouldn't be many people in this game who can stop you who just wants to steal."

"Really?" A very faint young voice came from deep in the mine, "I might be one of these people."

A blue-green butterfly fluttered past Mu Sicheng, whose pupils were narrowed. Its slender tail dropped fine gold powder, and it fluttered past and landed on Armand's outstretched index finger, gently shaking its wings.

Mu Sicheng turned his head suddenly, jumped back twice, and his breathing almost stopped - when he just explored this mining area, he didn't realize that there was a person hiding inside.

Armand was hanging upside down in the mine, with his legs clasped together, his ear-length hair pinned on one side with a hairpin and hanging down on the other side, his eyes closed, wearing a pure white gold-plated uniform, his back straight, like a bat hanging on a rock and taking a rest. At this moment, he was finally startled by the passengers who accidentally entered and slowly opened his eyes.

In his brown eyes, he reflected calmly the monkey's paw that had transformed into a monkey's paw and bared its teeth at him.

The butterfly perched on his white uniform glove began to flutter faster.

Armand folded his legs lightly and landed lightly from the top of the mine without even ruffling a strand of his hair. He raised his eyes and looked at Mu Sicheng across from him, his tone calm: "When encountering something, being so impulsive and irritable will not end well, Mu Sicheng."

"You sound like you want me to surrender." Mu Sicheng threw out his monkey claws unhappily, his pupils narrowed into two thin peaks, and he smiled provocatively, "But I stole something from you last time. Isn't it a bit arrogant to talk to me in this tone?"

"Golden Dawn's new ace?"

"That time?" Armand pulled his chin and recalled with a look of realization, "It was just a hair accessory. You didn't steal anything important, and there was no need for me to leave the team and waste time entangled with you."

"But now—"

Armand opened his eyelids and waved his arm to the right. The butterfly flew up from his right shoulder, flapping its wings rapidly.

"——What you are trying to steal is something extremely important to my brother and my team."

"You can try to see if you can get past my protective layer and escape from my hurricane as you wish."

[System prompt: Player Armand uses skill, summon (Chain Hurricane)]

[This skill can continuously cause damage to players who are chained in the hurricane until the hurricane stops. The skill CD is one hour.]

The author has something to say:

The inspiration for the Philosopher's Stone comes from the Greek myth of the Alchemy.

4 is a straight man, Armand is also a straight man. 4 had a crush on a girl in the past, but it didn't work out because the girl didn't like him ()

4 No CP