Chapter 345 When Gray Carrie goes to the Southern Continent

Chapter 345 When Gray Carrie goes to the Southern Continent

The Hall of Stars.

Hastur was still a little worried about Graygari's condition, so he came to the Hall of Stars and watched Graygari's every move from afar through the contractual relationship between the two parties.

The Southern Continent was originally the territory of the Hades Emperor Salinger. As the ancestor of the Phoenix and the path of the God of Death, Graygari might really trigger some shocking changes.

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The Southern Continent, the Highland Kingdom.

This country was originally a branch of Balam. After the death of the God of Death, the Hades Emperor Salinger, the Balam Empire split into East Balam and West Balam.

East Balam gradually became a colony of the Kingdom of Loen, while West Balam was divided by warlords and colonized by various parties.

The appearance of Renette Tinicole helped her father establish the Highland Kingdom, which is a small country, but it is stronger than ordinary warlords.

When the birth of the god Ea, changes occurred within the Rose School, and Renette Tinicole was suspected of falling, the royal family of the Highland Kingdom also suffered a wave of liquidation.

Fortunately, there is still blood inheritance, and the kingdom is still alive, but it is not as good as before.

With the war against the seven major churches in the southern continent this time, the departure of the Rose School of Indulgence, the Highland Kingdom gradually began to recover.

In the palace of the Highland Kingdom, outside the fence on the second floor, Sharon was immersed in the memories of the past.

She returned to the southern continent this time, firstly to help her teacher take care of the Highland Kingdom, and secondly to gather the people from their temperance faction who were exiled.

"Miss Sharon, are you here alone to enjoy the moon?"

An untimely voice disrupted Sharon's thoughts of recollection. She just glanced at the visitor and nodded calmly.

The visitor was the third prince of the Highland Kingdom. She returned to the southern continent to contact the royal family of the Highland Kingdom, and it was this third prince who was responsible for contacting her.

She didn't want to attend the banquet tonight, but she needed to show up so that other exiled members would know that she had returned to the southern continent.

"Miss Sharon, you haven't been back for several years. Do you think the moon in your hometown is rounder?"

"What's the matter?" Sharon interrupted his greetings and approach.

The third prince's expression froze for a moment, then he put on a warm smile and said, "As the host, I can't ignore the distinguished guests tonight."

"I don't need anyone to accompany me."

"I want to discuss tomorrow's itinerary with you. The situation is chaotic now. The kingdom needs some allies to get through this more safely. The royal family of the East Balam Empire sent someone to invite us to discuss. I hope you can go with us. I believe there are many members of your lineage in the East Balam Empire."

Sharon just listened quietly, nodded and said yes, then turned her back to the third prince and looked at the starry sky above her head.

"Miss Sharon..." The third prince wanted to say something else, but suddenly felt the temperature around him getting colder. A crack in the spiritual world quietly appeared, and a small firebird the size of two fists appeared with a letter in its mouth.

The third prince's pupils shrank slightly. He was not unfamiliar with creatures like spirit world messengers, but most spirit world messengers were spirits and needed spiritual vision to see.

But this little firebird could be seen directly with the naked eye, which was really magical.

Sharon, who always had an indifferent expression, raised her lips slightly, and the look in her eyes became much gentler. She reached out to take the letter and whispered, "It's hard for you to send the letter so late."

"Chirp."

Gray Carrie flapped her wings, but did not return to the spirit world directly, but flew to Sharon's right shoulder and stood.

"Do you want to wait for my reply?"

"Chirp."

"No?"

Sharon's eyes flashed with some doubts, but she didn't care too much. She just glanced at the third prince lightly and signaled him to leave.

After the third prince left, Sharon opened the letter and read the contents of the letter carefully.

Seeing Hastur's complaints and worries between the lines, she couldn't help but smile.

Hastur also mentioned to her whether Azshara would become a beautiful girl when she was a sequence 7 witch.

In her cognition, Azshara will become a woman, but she has never seen an example of whether she will become a beautiful girl.

So she has no answer to Hastur's worry that Azshara will become ugly and old.

But one thing is certain, in the extraordinary world, appearance is not so important.

When Sharon just had this thought, she caught a glimpse of the following text of the letter.

"Don't say that appearance is not important. I am a firm face control. If Azshara becomes too ugly, I will definitely give her a full facelift. I don't ask for your 100% appearance, but at least 70% or 80%."

"This seems a bit difficult, so I will lower the standard a little bit. If you have 40% or 50% of your appearance, I can barely accept it. It really can't be lower."

"If it is lower, it is better to maintain the form of a cat. At least it looks much cuter, and you can pet the cat at ordinary times. If it really becomes a human, I dare not hold it in my arms casually..."

Sharon read very slowly. She understood Hastur's worries and had the same worries in her heart. Azshara also grew up under her watch.

At the end of the letter, there was a short poem.

She was a little lacking in knowledge in this area, and felt that it should be a sentence from Russell's love poem.

After reading the letter, Sharon put it away and looked at the little firebird on her shoulder, "I haven't replied yet, you can go back first."

"Chiu."

Gray Carrie shook her head, her eyes seemed a little deep.

"Do you want to stay here to entertain me?"

"Chirp."

Gregory still shook her head, lowered her head slightly and combed the feathers on her chest with her beak.

Sharon was a little curious. After thinking for a while, a somewhat absurd idea came to her mind. Could it be that Hastur deliberately sent it to protect her?

Until the end of the banquet, Gragarry did not leave, but stayed on Sharon's shoulder, with a gloomy look, and sometimes showed a thoughtful and reminiscent look.

There was no way, Sharon could only take it back to her room, and at the same time, she picked up a pen to write a reply to Hastur, and sent the letter back to Puning Port with her own messenger.

In the Hall of Stars, Hastur also saw that Gragarry behaved a little abnormally.

But he did not stop her, but let Gragarry stay by Sharon's side.

With Him, even if the entire southern continent was in chaos, He could protect Sharon's safety.

And Hastur also wanted to take this opportunity to see clearly whether Gragarry, who had signed a contract with him, was the ancestor of the Phoenix, or the Hades King Salinger, or both.

"The third prince who silently watched Sharon from behind doesn't look like a good guy."

Hasta's thoughts turned to the third prince of the Highland Kingdom.

Just now, with the help of Graygari's perspective, he clearly saw the third prince standing in the distance, staring at Sharon.

When Sharon in Graygari's perspective was resting, Hasta retracted his gaze, scanned the stars, and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with them before logging off.

Hasta, who returned from the Hall of Stars, was not sleepy. He came to the study and took out 008 from the pen case.

"Master, dear master, you finally remembered your most loyal pen. It has been waiting for your call and is ready to solve all your worries and sorrows at any time."

008 wrote a long paragraph of flattering content on the blank paper very smoothly.

Hasta tapped the table with his fingers and said, "Across this sea, can you curse people far away in the southern continent?"

"With the Book of Prophecy, it should have a simple impact." Perhaps he felt that this was not enough to show his usefulness, 008 added, "If the master can bless the relevant fate, no matter how small the probability is, there is a great chance of it coming true."

"Then let's try it."

Hasta took out the rarely used Book of Prophecy, held 008, who was already eager to try, and began to apply it on the smooth skin of the Book of Prophecy.

The person he wanted to curse this time was the third prince.

Nothing else, just didn't like him.

Hasta didn't write him to death, just wanted him to lie in bed for a month or two.

This time was enough for Sharon to solve the problems in the southern continent.

...

The next day, the Highland Kingdom's convoy gathered at the gate of the palace, ready to move towards the East Balam Empire.

After waiting for a while, someone came running to report in a panic, saying that the third prince accidentally fell off the bed while sleeping last night, and his spine was injured. He needed to lie in bed quietly for a period of time to recuperate, and could not represent the Highland Kingdom to the East Balam Empire for talks.

After a while of urgent discussion, the fifth prince was asked to take over.

The king of the Highland Kingdom had no other ability except that he had many sons.

In a carriage, Sharon was gently teasing the little firebird that had been following her.

Except for occasionally showing some intriguing eyes, this little firebird was still very cute, and its feathers were also very smooth. Touching it was like touching the most expensive silk.

In the busy streets of the capital of the East Balam Empire, a middle-aged man was carefully reading books on a bookstall.

His skin was bronze, his build was medium, his hair was black and his eyes were brown, his facial features were soft, and he had no beard. There was always an indescribable sense of vicissitudes in his eyes, and under his right ear was a small black mole that could not be found without careful observation.

Click.

The middle-aged man's hand holding the book trembled, and the book fell to the ground. His body trembled slightly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He covered his heart, which was beating suddenly and violently, with one hand, and stared into the distance.