The central building is a gigantic hall, reaching a height of 40 ters.
The ceiling do above was filled with sparkling crystals, with a massive crystal chandelier hanging in the center, stretching down about ten ters, exceeding 30 ters in diater.
The light illuminated the entire hall, and looking up, it was as if seeing a star-filled sky.
All of it exuded an indescribable elegance and luxury.
"Crystal Heart... that’s the na of this building."
Ackman revealed a hint of indulgence in his eyes.
"Crystal is Wenna’s favorite thing, so uncle replaced all the decorations here with crystal."
Lear’s mouth twitched.
What kind of princess script is this?
He glanced up at the crystal-studded ceiling of this hall, 200 ters in diater and 40 ters high, feeling at a loss for words.
Compared to these great nobles who’ve accumulated wealth for who knows how many years, Weilu City was still poor.
After Ackman sighed slightly, he reached out to stop a passing staff mber.
"Is Wenna upstairs?"
"Young Master Ackman, the lady just arrived and is still upstairs."
After thanking him, Ackman led Lear to one side.
"Wenna is in charge of managing the Crystal Heart, and whatever you want, Lord Lear, as long as Wenna agrees, you can have it."
Familiar with the way, they arrived at a guarded doorway manned by warriors in heavy armor, nodded to the guard, and entered directly.
The guard didn’t block them but instead saluted Ackman with a hand to the chest.
Lear looked over; this not-so-large entrance was guarded by a full five squadrons, all at Level 14.
Their armor was all 4-star level, exceedingly luxurious.
Their aura was filled with a bloody vigor that imdiately identified them as veterans from the battlefield.
"This is Wenna’s escort; outside, there are four more squadrons, and another large unit is on standby at the bottom layer waiting for deploynt... all at the sa level and equipnt."
Listening to Ackman’s introduction, Lear’s mouth twitched.
This display was a bit exaggerated, right?
This is already in Lorand City... the Griffin Legion patrolled the sky and passed by every ten minutes or so.
Why is such tight security needed in such a place?
Curiosity rose within him.
Who exactly is this Wenna?
They passed through the door and entered the dwarf elevator under the watchful escort’s eyes.
Click, click~ The sound of chanical movent echoed.
The elevator rose swiftly, stopping at the top in no ti.
Lear followed Ackman out of the elevator, but at that instant, two scrutinizing and vigilant gazes swept over him.
Turning his head, he saw two bald n in armor, over fifty, looking at him coldly.
Opening the Attribute Panel, a conspicuous label imdiately appeared...
Level 18, Hero Units.
Lear took a deep breath.
Only two words were in his mind... outrageous.
Level 18, even among Lorand City’s Guard Legion, they were notable authorities!
The troops downstairs were not protected tightly enough; they also needed two Level 18 heroes?
Firina didn’t even seem to get such treatnt...
"Young Master Ackman..."
"Uncles, this is Lord Lear, whom I ntioned before; he saved my life. I’m bringing him to introduce him to Wenna."
The two n scanned Lear briefly, saw the blooming Rose Flower Bracelet on his wrist, their pupils contracted, and then they silently withdrew their gaze.
"As you please."
Ackman didn’t notice this, nodding cheerfully.
He turned to Lear.
"My lord, Wenna loves making friends, but uncle dislikes outsiders disturbing her."
"But no worries about you, as I ntioned you to uncle..."
This display piqued Lear’s curiosity to the maximum.
What kind of girl warranted such level of protection?
A princess of the Griffin Empire might receive the sa treatnt...
As Ackman spoke and led the way ahead, stepping on the soft pure white carpet, they reached a semi-hidden room.
He gently knocked on the door.
"Wenna, it’s ... Are you available?"
A mont later, a slightly weak, crisp voice ca from inside.
"Is it cousin... Co in."
Ackman pushed the door open and brought Lear inside.
Crossing the threshold, he was stunned.
Before his eyes, everything was crystal clear.
The floor was carved crystal, the ceiling was constructed of crystal, and the surrounding furniture, chairs, and decorative paintings were all made of crystal.
It seed as if he had entered a world made of crystal.
And at this mont, in the middle of the room, sat a delicate, frail figure.
Wearing a pure white long dress, she seed like a petal blooming on the crystal.
With a flawless face, not a single flaw could be found, her deanor elegant and classical, an enthralling beauty.
Like an angel descending to the mortal world.
Her eyes had a slight crystal clarity, reflecting a glistening light.
But her body seed so fragile as if a gust of wind could shatter it, like decayed, barren ruins weathered by ti.
Like a mirror hanging at the table’s edge, ready to fall to the floor at a touch.
Holding in her hands was a rugged crystal, like a heart.
And that crystal was full of cracks, with an indescribable aura of lantation.
With the girl holding it complenting each other, there was a sense of incomplete, broken beauty.
Ackman took a deep breath.
"Wenna, this is Lord Lear I ntioned before; he saved my life outside the city."
Then he looked at Lear again.
"My lord, let introduce you, Wenna Changge, my cousin, we grew up together..."
The girl holding the crystal heart, her sparkling eyes looked at him.
As their eyes t, her perfectly flawless face was reflected in his pupils.
She gave him a faint smile.
But Lear’s breath caught; from her eyes, he saw a nearly broken and destructive stillness and calm.
Like an aged sage on the brink of death.
The youthful, fairy-like beauty contrasting with that perspective of seeing through death was jarring.
Why is it so? As the doubt floated through his mind, the intelligence system quietly refreshed...
[You have t the last descendant of the Changge Clan, Wenna Changge. You obtained a piece of intelligence—the Changge Clan was cursed by an ancient evil spirit in ancient tis, and those with its bloodline are born with weak hearts. Females cannot live past 30 years and cannot bear offspring.]
[The Changge Clan has struggled to this point relying on their ancestral inheritance, but their family’s treasure has lost its power and can no longer resist the curse. Now, the last descendant of this ancient family is about to die, and the entire clan is about to be extinguished completely.]
[The curse can be suppressed using the Authority of the Swamp to extend life, but one of the remaining three pieces of the Divine Format must be found to completely remove the evil spirit’s curse.]
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