Brian walked into the entrance of the palace, and with the help of the ghost fire in front of him, he could clearly see the not-so-clean room inside, with glass tables with wheeled castles scattered everywhere.

Glass cabinets with transparent glass doors are arranged by the wall, with all kinds of pliers, saws, clips, skin hooks and knives inside.

Other cabinets house carnoptic jars and various potion bottles.

Next to these cabinets are arrays of transparent glass cylinders connected to various pipes, coiled on hooks on nearby walls.

The other ends of these pipes are all gathered on a giant needle.

The bellows and air pumps are connected to these cylinders, some of which are slightly black in them.

Among the many skills mastered by the priests of the Immortal Beauty Ye Yao, the corpse anti-corrosion technology is the most outstanding.

Obviously, the various bottles and jars stored here should contain antiseptic liquid, antiseptic agents, or blood drawn from the body of the deceased.

Various organs will be placed in carnoptic jars for magical research.

On the cabinet on the left side of the room, there are many small niches neatly arranged, each of which contains clean skeletons and polished skeletons, and tied with sterling silver chains.

Opposite the cabinet stands a huge furnace made of opaque glass.

There is a small transparent glass door in front of the furnace. There are two large barrels on both sides of the furnace. There is a stove below that is similar to the furnace but smaller, embedded in the base of the barrel.

There are also some glass tables with casters next to them, which are enough for a tall adult to lie on them.

This should be the crematorium, Brian thought.

Because looking in through the transparent glass door, you will see a long and narrow space in the melting furnace, and there is a sliding glass panel inside.

The body will be incinerated here, and the ashes can be cleaned out through the switch panel.

The stoves under the big buckets on both sides should be used to heat the water in the bucket.

Moreover, all the glass here has a special structure to insulate heat to prevent people outside from being affected by high temperatures.

There is no sign of what substance to use as fuel for the furnace, and the owner of the room should be operating with powerful elemental magic.

Similarly, there is magic in the room to constantly update the air in order to prevent unpleasant odors from spreading out.

The owner of the room sat down on a chair behind a dark blue stone table made of ice, which was an unfinished painting.

"Sit down."

He pointed to the chair made of bones, his eyes kept on the paintings on the table, "Did they hurt you and your subordinates?"

"No, it's not." Brian replied.

"Then you must forgive them." The lich, who was hidden in the black robe, never looked up at Brian from beginning to end, and asked while creating unfinished paintings.

"They are like little kids, because of your intrusion, they are very upset."

"You can see." Brian replied perfunctorily.

The lich looked up at Brian standing there and repeated, "Sit down, it's all right away, and it's almost done."

Brian made it to the cold chair and saw the lich's upcoming painting, an animal with distinct lines, looking like a goat.

He could probably see that the finished part was limited to the outline, from the majestic goat horns to the four goat hooves that were no less powerful than the demon.

Understanding his own situation, Brian can only sit in a chair at the moment, showing as patience and humility as possible, waiting for the lich to complete his creation.

At this moment, a star elf girl with long golden hair spread out in, carrying a glass of wine.

To Brian's surprise, the star elf girl was naked.

However, when he noticed the ice blue eyes of the star elf girl, he immediately realized that this was definitely not a living person, but more like a puppet corpse witch.

The star elf girl put a glass goblet filled with bright red liquid in front of him and smiled slightly. The faint blush next to the dimples made the girl who was still young and more charming.

Brian watched her walk away quietly with her light jade feet.

"Yes, she is an undead creature, but she is... my friend." Before Brian could speak, the lich had already taken the lead:

"She is made by my eternal lover with the best necromancer. You should have just seen: the delicate flowers have a smell and can produce sweet nectar, apples and cherries can also be eaten, and the small mouth can bite people. You can try it back..."

After the lich finished speaking, he whistled, dipped his brush in the paint, and quickly painted the color, and the image of the purple goat appeared.

After thinking for a while, he drew streaks of scales to the side of the animal.

Brian stared at the Lich in silence.

Finally, the lich took a few steps back and looked at his work from a distance.

The painting is about hunting, a group of humans holding bows and arrows and spears, with sloppy lines, are chasing the purple goat with scales.

"What's the use of this painting?" Brian couldn't help but speak, "You brought me here, wouldn't you be so good at appreciating your paintings."

"This is a prehistoric painting of the Cave Primitives millions of years ago." The Lich admired his painting and said:

"They are mostly hunters, who like to hunt long-extinct purple goats. Some prehistoric hunters also have the talent for painting and think they need to take on artistic responsibilities in order to make people remember what exists in their souls."

"What a fascinating story," Brian said casually.

"Of course." The lich agreed, "human archaeologists have been wandering in different caves for many years, looking for traces of prehistoric humans. Every time they find it, they will find it difficult to extricate themselves. These traces can prove that humans are not outsiders like our elves in this land. This can prove that humans have lived here for many centuries, and the world will also belong to the descendants of humans. Oh, every race has the right to trace the roots, including humans, and human roots should come from big trees. Ha, this pun is funny, right? It's simply a motto. Do you like poetry? What else do you think you need to draw?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Add a huge amount to those prehistoric hunters..." Brian's words were as perfunctory as before.

“This is a good idea.”

The lich dipped his brush with a dip in pigment, "This is a typical feature of early civilizations, which can also prove that humans have indeed degenerated in their flesh. The size of human ancestors is comparable to a wooden stick, but the descendants are only as big as small branches... Ah, thank you for your reminder."

"..." Brian was speechless for a moment.

"Can we get back to the topic?" He didn't want to get stuck with this lich who obviously looked a bit talkative.

"As you wish." The lich sat on the chair and stared at Brian. "You are the descendant of Neserel, a great arcane, I'm right."

"You know very much." Brian said calmly, "Obviously, you had expected me to be here, so I guess, you can predict the future?"

"Prophecy the future?" The lich wiped his hands with a cloth and chuckled:

"In my opinion, anyone can do this kind of thing, and everyone can often predict the future because it is easy. Well, as for whether the prophecy is accurate, who can say it correctly, do you think it is?"

"It's easy, my dear Brian. I know a lot and can do a lot. According to humans, my title is evidence. Because I'm a wise man."

"Knowledge?" Brian looked at him suspiciously.

"That's right."

"Then are you willing to share your knowledge and magic with me?" Brian continued to ask.

The lich obviously hesitated for a moment.

"Share?" Finally, he said slowly:

"With you? My dear Great Arcane, whether in our star elves race or the floating city of the great arccane with eyes on the head, knowledge and magic are privileges. People only share privileges when their status is equal. Only a few million years ago, the human race evolved from monkeys, rats, jackals, or other mammals. It took their ancestors nearly two million years to discover that their hairy hands could make primitive bone tools, and then what? They just want to stuff those bones into their butts and moan happily. So, as a star elves, as a master, as a member of the higher race, why should I share my knowledge and magic with you, a mixed race?"

Brian had the urge to smash a big fireball.

"Why?" the lich said sarcastically, "Why do you feel so good about yourself? I will share your knowledge and magic with you?"

"Because in a few more years," Brian sorted out his retort words and said to him:

"We will receive all the knowledge and magic of your star elves, whether the owner wants to share it or not, including you, the noble elves and masters of yourself. You think that cunningly hiding the knowledge and magic of the star elves in the Seldo half-plane will no one discover it. I tell you, one day, someone will smash your glass palace with a hammer and destroy your history. When this moment comes, what are your opinions about the proud fire of vanity?"

"After all, your race has perished and has long been washed away by the long river of history." He looked straight into the lich's eyes and made the final addition:

"And our young and energetic adventurers will trample on the ruins and bones of your lost civilization, and go forward like me, pick among your ashes, and look for lost magic... and those 'glorious' history that has been falsely modified by you."

After saying these words, what surprised him was that the lich just snorted, but his expression seemed quite pleasant.

"Oh, yeah," he said, "if I believe you will stop before destroying everything, then vanity will turn into stupidity, why do you destroy everything here, why?"

"Maybe I don't know, so you'd better tell me." Brian stood up from the chair and said with annoyance, "If you think sharing is not appropriate, I'll leave now. As for you, accompany your own artwork and play the boring game of bones stuck in your butt alone."

After saying this, he was always ready to activate his spiritual teleportation power, which Heliste once taught him, so that he could ignore any space blockade and leave here.

This is also why he dared to come here without fear.

Moreover, he could feel that the elector of the eternal lover would never dare to step out of the glass palace. As for the reasons, it was easy to guess that he was worried that he would be placed in the material world by the demon prince, and he could detect his whereabouts, and finally traced from him to Ye Yao's hiding place.

"Okay." The lich was silent for a moment, compromised. He stretched out a hand and gestured, and a portal was opened.

"Go here and go towards the light. You must know that this sentence is usually correct, both literally and metaphorically."

"Is this the way to the Hildeyou half plane?" Brian said in confusion.

"You guessed halfway, my dear Arcane." The lich's tone was surprisingly kind and friendly.

"Although Hildyou was built as a peaceful and prosperous country, it would have its own troubles. And I was one of them. When I was fighting for Hildyou's supreme power, I did not hesitate to use the power given to me by my eternal lover to fight against the main city of the Star Elves. There is no doubt that I was eventually defeated. My body and the remaining fragments of its vitality were sealed in the glass castle that I once regarded as my residence, and then the castle was separated from Hildyou. Now, as my tomb, this castle is forever isolated from the huge Star Elves' Kingdom."

"Then how did you destroy your race?" Brian looked at the lich in surprise and spoke out his bad deeds in a calm tone.

"Because my tribesmen did not know that my tomb had a portal to Youmulin in advance. The evil Neilsha warlock Taogbaili discovered and activated the passage. Since then, this Neilsha used the tomb as a base and gathered troops to try to conquer Heardyou.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! This move awakens my soul, and my servants are awakened and begin to fight against the invaders. Taogerbaili was killed by me, transforming into a cute little cutie who was almost killed by you, and I used this as a stronghold to conquer the entire Hildyou plane."

"What a pity your tribe." Brian couldn't help but sigh.

"Are you joking?" the lich replied with a little displeasure, saying, "Come on, follow me, I will lead you, because I have come to the conclusion: I have something to tell you and show you."

The other side of the portal is filled with darkness.

Through the changes in temperature and the flow of air, stepping on wet pebbles under your feet made Brian immediately realize that this was an amazingly large cave.
To be continued...