The elder sister Lance wore a white dress, knee-length white stockings and high heels, while the younger sister Fur wore black stockings and high-heeled Mary Jane shoes. The gauze-like curtains swayed slightly in the wind, and the air was filled with a faint scent of lavender, intertwining with the fragrance of shower gel lingering on the skin. There were still bubbles in the champagne glass on the bedside table, and Roland handed the glass to him. "A little drink?" "Yeah." Lance nodded, sat next to Roland and drank with him. Fule was still drying his hair, holding a long towel, and walked slowly towards him. He snapped his fingers, and a breeze blew, the temperature rose, and it dried the hair of both people. If there is enough time, it must be Roland's favorite scene of Turandot. No one can sleep tonight. Unfortunately, there was not enough time. Both For and Lance were very strong, and for the entire afternoon, both of them could only feel pleasure. ------------
Royal City, Opera House. In the backstage room, which could only accommodate four or five people, a red-haired man was standing there, and the person opposite him asked in a servile manner. "Are you satisfied, sir?" "What are you satisfied with?" He asked knowingly, "I didn't ask you to do anything." "Yes, my lord." The man seemed to suddenly realize something and immediately left the room as if he had never been there. Lacard sat down in his chair, very satisfied with today's performance, thinking that it was about enough. It was all because of him that I was able to play the leading role and have the opportunity I have today. After what happened today, she should understand. Just then, there was another knock on the door. Lacard's face was gloomy, his brows were furrowed, forming a deep 川-shaped wrinkle, and the corners of his mouth were turned down, outlining a cold and suppressed arc. He yelled at the door, "I told you to get out, don't you think your benefits are not enough?" "My Lord, you seem to have misunderstood." The man who pushed the door open was wearing a hat and a cloak, and was not a staff member at all. He had three weapons on his waist, all of them were long swords, which made Lakkad feel a little threatened. He was not afraid of swords, but he didn't want anything to be beyond his control. Lakkad raised his chin, "Who are you? I'm in a good mood today, so I can give you time for a word." "You can call me Chapolili. I am just a poor man." He bowed slightly, "I want to talk to you about something, I wonder if I can..." "Go away, your time is up."
Before he could finish, Lakkad interrupted him, looking gloomy. "Have you finished introducing yourself? You can go now and don't disturb my good mood today." Chapolili's eyes widened and his mouth opened. He didn't expect Lakkad to have such a personality. Can he really become king? This kind of person is undoubtedly very suitable for Dianhuo, but he didn't expect Lakkad to be so capricious. Lakkad let out a thick nasal sound, his brows already knitted together. "If you don't get out of here, I'll call for help." "My Lord, you are too impatient." Chapolili had already begun to retreat. "My last words of advice to you are that your ambition will never die out. You need my help." "Help? Ridiculous." Lacard was about to draw the sword at his waist. "Before you leave, let me tell you a little news. Maybe the volcano has what you need." After saying this, Shapolili, fearing that he might lose another body, immediately fled. Seeing him run away so spinelessly, Lakkad felt that he was a useless person. Not long after the door was closed, he saw the dancer, but she had nothing to say except thank you. Lakkad took a deep breath, looked at the dancer's back as she left, and narrowed his eyes. Even a dancer wanted to reject him! His eyes were like those of a snake, he looked at the figure coldly from behind, and called the people in the theater. ------------ at the same time, Roland had just finished taking a bath, said goodbye to the two sisters, and prepared to return to the palace. He couldn't disappear for too long, lest Se Lian discover that he was eating secretly. This guilt kept haunting him. But he was so greedy that he wanted to let go of everyone's hands. Roland took the carriage back to the palace. As expected, Selian and Tolina had not left the study the whole afternoon, so it seemed that there was no risk of being exposed. He sat down next to Se Lian with a smile. "How are you studying?" “I understand, but I don’t understand.” Miss Se Lian propped up her chin. "Prayer is not easy to learn. It is not just about borrowing the power of the gods. There are more complicated reasons involved." Chapter 96: Transformation
"Take your time. There's no rush." Roland leaned over, gently stretched out his arms, and wrapped them around her body from behind, holding her hand firmly without disturbing her. He used the pen in her hand to help her improve the formula slightly. “There is no rush for prayer.” "That's right, there's no need to be too anxious." Torina smiled. Se Lian was held in his arms, feeling the breath coming from his neck, with his palms wrapped, and he really felt a sense of security. But all her attention was focused on the formula that Roland had adjusted. He always said that his prayer talent was not as good as Torina's, but Torina also had some areas where she was inferior to him. For example, magic. She couldn't understand the prayer the whole afternoon, and no matter how Torina explained it in terms of prayer, she couldn't make her understand the principle. Roland simply changed his train of thought and transformed his prayer thoughts into magic, and Se Lian understood it immediately. Now it was Se Lian who led Roland, his fingers moving constantly, driving the pen tip, leaving behind a long list of formulas. Tolina was stunned. The thing that the two people had been discussing non-stop just now had such a big effect just by changing the person involved? It was just a change of thinking, transforming Seren's unfamiliar prayer into magic, and she understood it in an instant. Leave a long string of words on the paper, sorting out all the things that you didn't understand just now. She grasped the holy mark and released a king's recovery. A golden halo appeared under her feet. After shrinking rapidly, countless rising golden spiral rays of light bloomed. "It's done?" Tolina was stunned. "Well, I know how to convert it. This is the key to the conversion between prayer and magic." Se Lian pointed at the paper, Roland smiled and nodded, and hugged her directly in his arms, her delicate body was cold "How do you know this?" Torina was still confused, not understanding how the two of them understood it in an instant. Roland explained it to her. She is very smart. Many magicians have been studying this theory, but have not been able to fully understand it. Both Selian and Tolina are very talented people, but they each have their own strategies. She clasped her hands in front of her chest, her body flat and without any movement. "Brother, I have a question." "Tell me." Roland asked.
"Prayer and magic are essentially the same, but they can give others a way out." Tolina explained, "For example, if a person has a poor talent for magic, as is often the case with Knight Rodel, he would choose to learn to pray. After all, prayer can draw strength as long as you truly believe in it and believe it from the bottom of your heart. Most people are far from being able to study and develop prayer, so it is great if they can use it. If you turn prayer into magic, what will happen to these people?" "Nothing to do." Roland replied, "They just need to continue using prayer. This will provide another way for magicians instead of blocking others. You can also continue to use prayers, study more types of prayers, and then teach them to the knights. All they have to do is know how to use it. The same goes for magic. This is the path to expansion. Eventually, magic will become more and more comprehensive, and new combat skills will be developed." "I see." Torina nodded, her eyes full of admiration. It turns out that my brother thinks more. He reached out and inserted his hands into Torina's hair, squeezing her head and face vigorously. "Let's go, let's go eat." "go together." She stretched lazily, "Just consider it as relaxing, what's for dinner?" "I don't know, you can eat whatever you want." Roland went out with her. Torina pouted, "I have the final say, brother just rubbed me so hard." "Okay, you have the final say." Se Lian would think of her being pinched and couldn't help laughing out loud. The young man paused and said, "Remember to call Marenia. Is she still in training?" "It probably won't happen at this time." Tolina thought for a moment and said, "She should be resting. I'll go call her." "Then I'll leave it to you." Roland patted her little head, but she dodged it. "Brother, bad!" She jogged along, taking the front position, stretched out her hands, pulled down her cheeks, and made faces. Roland smiled brightly and watched her leave the corridor to find Marennia. "Why are you bullying her?" Selin took his arm, "Torina did nothing wrong."
"Yeah, it's really fun." Roland tilted his head slightly, "It feels really good." "You, really." Se Lian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Then I'll try it next time." On the other side, Tolina came to Malenia's room. Since Malenia recovered from her illness, she had more free time. She also started to have her own circle. Among the demigods in the open at the border, only Marenia has no followers. Michaela is very famous among Rodel's soldiers, and many people are willing to follow him. Other excluded ethnic groups even believe that he is the opportunity to lead foreign races to integrate into the Golden Tree.