"Mary."

"Mary~"

In a trance, Mary heard a voice in her ears.

Someone was whispering in her ear.

Mary was wearing a red priest robe and walking quietly on the street. She listened to the voices coming from her ears and a confused look appeared on her face.

"Mary, Mary~" The voice seemed to be there and not there, but kept floating in her ears.

"Someone, is someone calling me..."

Mary turned her head and looked around. There was an almost endless deep darkness spreading all around her.

Night, it is night now.

She walked alone on the street, walking in the loneliest and most desolate night in the Black and Purple City.

Today seemed like an unusual day. The calling voice began to ring in Mary's ears continuously and kept coming to her. Mary was stunned with a dazed look on her face.

"ah!"

Mary screamed.

The voice was very vague and very familiar. Although it came over simply, it seemed to have touched Mary's soul. No matter what witchcraft Mary used to defend, detect, or even attack, it was of no use.

The magic has no effect.

The light cannot reach it.

Mary screamed, staggered, and started running non-stop.

Mary's face was full of panic. Ever since she separated from Usdima, she started walking alone on the street, and suddenly something like this happened.

In fact, Mary was not afraid of the darkness or hardship. What she feared was that powerful and desperate thing, the spontaneous sense of intimacy, and her own heart.

The voice kept coming, faint and very ethereal. Mary's face looked miserable. She was wearing a red robe and kept running away. She was the only spot of red in the endless night.

She kept running and running, not knowing where she was going or where she should go. She had no purpose and lost her direction.

“Why, why…” Mary finally couldn’t run anymore. She fell to the ground with a painful expression on her face.

"Why did I want to go to the Black Sea when I came to the Black Purple City? Why did I feel a throbbing sensation in my heart when I saw the Stone Ridge Mountain? Why did I feel a strong sense of conversion when I came to the Black Purple City?"

"Is this something that is determined at birth? But...but I have really washed away all the darkness."

Mary murmured to herself.

"Judgment, Judgment..." She subconsciously hugged the black cross sword at her waist like a lonely child.

The sounds in her ears became noisier, not just one, but many sounds. However, in the end, all the sounds disappeared, and only the last echo slowly drifted away in her ears.

"Mary, Mary..."

"My child..."

A sigh was heard, and then it finally quieted down.

Mary was stunned. She slowly lowered her hands that were covering her ears and found that there was really no sound at all.

Compared to before, it’s so quiet.

"Where is this?" Mary looked around and realized that she had unknowingly come to a completely unfamiliar place.

All around were tall, desolate buildings, giving off a desolate and lonely feeling, while in the front was a tall stone tower, which was hidden in the darkness, with only a vague outline visible.

I came here without realizing it.

Mary stared blankly at the black stone tower in front of her. Her heart suddenly ached. She wanted to say something, but no words came out.

She fell to the ground, like a small red flower blooming in the darkness.

The night fell.

rustle.

Rustle, rustle.

It's raining.

………………

The night is heavy and dark.

As if it would never melt.

Large groups of bats kept flying into the sky from the surrounding buildings, and bursts of piercing and sharp sounds were heard.

Today is the blood moon, the day when dark energy surges. The dark creatures in the Black Purple City cannot be calm today, but this blood moon is unusual because Maine will marry three sleeping brides and give birth to purer blood descendants for the night bats and vampires.

This was undoubtedly a big day. In addition to the elders in charge of the wizard warlock organization who came here specifically to watch the blood moon and comprehend the original power, many nearby wizard organizations also came. They congratulated Angolo and congratulated him on the appearance of a new vampire in the near future.

Jace is the king of the Holy Thornflower Principality, and he is here too.

At this time, the wedding banquet was being held. In the black hall, everything was orderly and calm. The sound of singing floated over. All the people, whether they were wizards or vampires from the Black and Purple City, were talking in low voices or hugging each other and dancing gently. Everything was warm and they were as elegant as gentlemen and aristocrats.

Jace was sitting nearby, watching the scene quietly.

"Your Majesty, there are many powerful wizarding organizations and warlock inheritances now. It's a good time to socialize. You..." A middle-aged man with a short stature, a round head and half bald hair looked at Jace next to him and wanted to say something.

His identity is very special, he is Jace's confidant.

"Flo, I don't have any other thoughts right now." Jace shook his head slightly.

Flo was a little confused, but Jace didn't seem to want to explain.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked his palm, feeling the witchcraft mark hidden beneath the skin. Jace raised his eyebrows slightly.

The witchcraft-branded corpse was left to him by Morin. Before, Morin had gathered with him. They were friends, talking about recent events and having a simple conversation.

"Jace, during the blood moon, Black Purple City will not be peaceful. You should leave. Even if you don't leave Black Purple City, don't stay in the hall any longer." Jace thought about what Morin had said to him at that time. At that time, Morin was wearing a black robe with a faint expression on his face. Morin raised his eyebrows, looked at him, and said quietly, "This is my advice to you."

advice?

Advice?

"So Maureen, what are you going to do?" Jace couldn't help but ask.

"Me?" Morin shrugged lightly after hearing this. He seemed to laugh, with a faint smile on his face. He said, "Mayne looks ready to pay the price for violating the Styx Law Contract and doesn't want to fulfill his promise. This won't do. He agreed. According to the contract between him and me, many things are mine."

"Since he doesn't want to give it to me, then I'll take it myself."

"Jace, I'm going to do my own thing." Maureen said with a smile and shook his head slightly.

As Jace thought about this, he looked around. There was another Morin in the hall. The energy fluctuations and aura were exactly the same. However, Jace knew that this was just a puppet. The real Morin had left long ago.

Jace was silent for a moment and looked at Flo and other wizards from the Royal Wizarding Corps beside him.

"Let's go." He said this, stood up and prepared to leave.

"Your Majesty, you..."

Not only Flo, but all the other royal wizards were shocked. The banquet had just begun, and the wedding hadn't taken place yet, but His Majesty the King was about to leave. This was really...

"Let's go, this is not the place for us, let's leave." Jace said to them.

Although the others were somewhat puzzled, they had been following Jace for a while, so they could naturally feel the firmness of Jace's thoughts at the moment. They didn't say anything more, and quickly got up and followed Jace away.

The banquet was very lively. Jace stood outside, quietly watching the lively scene in front of him.

advice.

Advice from Maureen.

Jace felt the witchcraft mark left by Maureen under his palm. He drooped his eyelids, shook his head, turned around, and strode outside.