She didn't expect things to turn out like this.

Maureen actually had other plans at the very beginning. When Margaret heard the news, she felt it was absurd at first, and then a huge fear rose in her heart.

Maureen...

Margaret was filled with regret.

"Mo...Mo Lin, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have any other thoughts. I was wrong. I am willing to pay the price, any price. I just hope you can forgive me and don't care about my behavior just now." Margaret raised her head and forced a very moving smile on her face.

To be honest, Margaret was really beautiful and of noble status. She was injured at the moment, and her clothes were tattered, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin. When she said that she was willing to pay any price, there was an arousing temptation in her.

Maureen bowed slightly.

He stretched out his hand, lifted Margaret's smooth white chin, and said, "Margaret, what a pity, you are going to die."

"Molin, I have a lot of things, including various witchcraft templates and various precious resources. Don't you want to..."

The expression on Margaret's face changed suddenly, and she wanted to say something.

"These things are all mine, you don't have to give them to me." Mo Lin interrupted her.

Pop.

Maureen withdrew his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Suddenly, countless black air surged from his body. The black air kept moving in strands and wisps, changing unpredictably, and making a hissing sound like a snake.

Hiss! All the black air suddenly flashed, as if it turned into blurry black snakes, and rushed into Margaret's body in an instant.

Margaret's eyes suddenly widened.

The next moment, Margaret was submerged by countless black snakes, and she seemed to have turned into a black stone statue.

"There are still a few days left before Margaret actually dies. This is pretty close to what I estimated." A faint ice-blue light flashed in Morin's eyes. He observed Margaret in front of him, nodded, and a hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

He did not kill Margaret directly, but used witchcraft to turn Margaret into a stone statue, which was eroded by terrible negative energy and died slowly after five or six days.

The reason is very simple. Although Margaret's status in the royal family is not very high, she is a princess after all. She may have some secret means. If Maureen kills Margaret directly, he will face big problems at that time.

By the time Margaret died five or six days later, Morin's breath would have probably disappeared. Even if the secret method really worked, it was still unclear whether it would be effective. Moreover, by that time, Morin would have already left the Principality of the Holy Thorn Flower.

Then, Margaret's death had nothing to do with him.

This is the best way to reduce your risk.

Of course, in order to prevent Margaret from having any means of recovery, Morin also made many secret arrangements for Margaret, such as setting up a witchcraft circle, pouring some potions on her body, and piercing with mental power to violently shake Margaret's spiritual sea, and using the Minae Totem to seal the wizard power in her body.

In the end, Maureen even sealed Margaret in a stone and solidified the stone to ensure that no one else would notice anything unusual.

"That's good."

Morin looked at the scene in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

He had already taken away the void pockets from Margaret and Simon. Next, it was the witchcraft equipment and blood gems in front of him, as well as the elemental power.

Morin carefully sensed it and after confirming that there was no problem, he stepped forward and took away all those things.

“What a great harvest.”

Mo Lin thought about what he had gained this time and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

He wanted to leave, but at this moment, Morin suddenly felt something was wrong.

He looked at the stone platform in the center and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Morin suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the stone platform, and then the wizard energy in his body surged out wildly.

boom.

A muffled sound.

The bottom of the cave, including the entire stone platform, trembled suddenly, making a huge roar, and then a huge ancient witchcraft formation appeared.

"This is..." Morin raised his eyebrows and looked at the ancient witchcraft circle in front of him.

For some reason, Morin felt an indescribable sense of familiarity when he looked at the witchcraft formation in front of him.

…………

Crack!

Countless lightning flashes appeared, and blue lights intertwined, covering the void ahead.

These lightning bolts were filled with strong magical fluctuations and were obviously very powerful, but they had no effect on Aisik and the others as they moved forward.

"Hehe, Your Highness, let's go. This layer of the maze is only the outermost layer. It is still a long way to the real Baoxue area of ​​the empire." Jennifer deployed countless defenses, and a thin layer of gray light emanated. Any electric arc that approached was instantly oxidized and decomposed into countless free electrolytes.

Aisik felt the powerful witchcraft all around him and was very frightened.

He took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

"Okay, Jennifer, let's go." Ashik stepped forward and stepped heavily on the gray floor of the maze ahead.

Boom! A larger and thicker arc instantly rose from the floor.

…………

Jace sat in the yard.

He was holding a clean handkerchief and slowly wiping the cross sword in his hand.

His expression was focused, and his movements were delicate and gentle, as if he was not wiping the cross sword but caressing his lover's smooth and shiny skin.

A grand annual festival was going on outside. Everyone was singing and dancing. The entire city of Taya was immersed in a huge sea of ​​joy, but it seemed as if all that had nothing to do with Jace.

He is the third prince of the Holy Thorn Flower Empire.

Tari looked at Jace, who had a calm expression in front of him, and opened his mouth as if wanting to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

"Tari, you're anxious." Jace's voice came faintly.

"Your Highness, you didn't even go to preside over the annual sacrifice this time. It's really..."

Tari chose his words carefully.

"Is it interesting?" Jace said, causing Tari to be stunned and silent for a while.

"Your Highness, do we still need to wait?"

Tari asked.

Jace's answer took Tari by surprise.

"No, we don't have to wait." Jace raised his head, looked at Tari and said quietly.

"Okay, let's continue waiting... Your Highness, you just said..."

Tari was stunned. He looked at Jace in disbelief, somewhat unable to react.

"Yes, we don't have to wait." Jace stood up slowly with the cross sword in his hand, exhaled, and said, "I have waited for the right opportunity."

"Annual Festival..."

"I've waited enough."