I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 422. Are You Surprised?

Gray strictly followed Prisilia's instructions and only sent a small team of 20 people to the mine to investigate the situation.

As for the eternal night tower, he was going to go there personally.

Below this tall building, the guards who had received the news were already waiting at the door. When they saw this hot and popular person come in person, they all eagerly surrounded him.

"Lord Gray."

"Your Excellency Gray."

"My Lord..."

The greetings were endless.

Gray should have been proud of this. After all, his sudden rise in status had made him feel like he was floating.

However, as soon as he thought about how Joshua had clearly broken out of prison long ago, and how the group of trash in front of him knew nothing about it, he could not help but be angry.

In particular, there was a particularly unsightly cold face in the flattering crowd.

The person in charge of the tower of eternal night, Eugene Spirit.

"What's wrong?" Gray asked with a dark expression. "Is there anything unusual here?"

"How could there be a problem?"

"Not to mention the top Nightingales that the sky Tower brought to patrol the sky," Eugene said nonchalantly. "We're guarding the door. We've already put a lot of effort into the system. In order to prevent the prisoners inside from learning about the situation outside and making a plan to escape, we only go in to visit once every three hours. Every time, we will arrange a random visitor to make sure that there is no spy inside..."

"Shut up!" Gray snapped. "Are you saying that Joshua is still inside?"

Eugene was dumbfounded and subconsciously replied:

"Of... Of course, he's still inside! It had only been a day since the last inspection... No, it's half an hour!"

"Hahaha... Still inside?"

Gray laughed in anger and pointed at the door.

"Let's go in and see if he's still there."

"No problem!"

Eugene was about to open the door when Gray suddenly grabbed his shoulder.

"Mr. Eugene."

"What?"

"Let's make a bet." Gray asked with a half-smile. "What if Prince Joshua isn't inside after the door is opened?"

"This..." Eugene hesitated.

In fact, he had not yet recovered from Gray's anger, but he was puzzled why this idiot was so sure that the Prince had escaped ...

Why was he so aggressive?

Did he take too much kidney medicine and damage his brain?

He was clearly the guard!

Half an hour ago, he had indeed seen His Highness the Prince inside, sitting on the ground with his subordinates, talking happily, and he could not even tell that he was a prisoner.

He had even sighed at her calmness for this, as well as the excitement of the ups and downs in life.

Could the Prince grow wings and fly away in half an hour?

However, seeing how arrogant Gray was, he was also furious. He straightened his neck and said, "If the criminal runs away, I'll personally go and get him back! Then, I'll personally apologize to you and Madam Prisilia!"

"How is this enough?" Gray laughed.

He had long found this fellow to be an eyesore.

Eugene Spirit. Just from the name, one could tell that he was from the same family.

To someone like him, who was clearly not from the Spirit family but had betrayed them. It was different for people who had reached a high position physically. Eugene was Prisilia's direct descendant. She was also the subordinate who accompanied Prisilia during the political marriage between the two branches of the split family.

However, unlike ordinary Elves, this guy's interest was completely in domesticating and crossbreeding Nightingales. He did not know how to observe people's expressions or how to communicate with people. He was a pure hothead and had even offended Prisilia herself.

If it was not for his identity as a direct descendant and his unique skill in taming night owls, he would have probably been dragged into a dark alley and beaten to death by his enemies who didn't like him.

The process of the two's conflict was also very simple. Before Gray became the king, he once took a note to get a high-class Nightingale to be his personal mount. Just as everything was ready and he was about to ride it, the beast sneezed and sprayed snot all over his face...

Gray had betrayed them. How could a person with a physical body, who was also a clean freak, tolerate such filth?

He immediately threw out an icicle with his left hand and a fireball with his right hand!

Eugene pounced forward and blocked the two attacks with his body!

Eugene, who had protective gear, naturally would not do anything. However, at that time, this guy actually turned around and started fighting with Gray. It was obvious how hot-tempered he was.

It happened a long time ago. Maybe Eugene did not remember it at all, but it was different for Gray.

He was a narrow-minded person. At that time, he had endured it in order to take revenge in the future...

Now, the opportunity had finally come!

It was the confidence to win!

"I heard that Mr. Eugene has a baby Nightingale called 'Alwark' that you've raised since you were young, is that right?"

Alwark was one of the two bird-shaped behemoths that lived on the Silver Oak of the Holy tree in elven legends. Eugene had named her beloved bird alwark, which showed how much she liked it.

Eugene frowned and nodded.

"What's wrong?"

"Since you're so sure, why don't we do this? If Prince Joshua is still inside, I'll go bankrupt and buy that bottle of Dragon Blood that I've kept for 2700 years from Kaiser Bloom as a gift for Alwark... But if he's not in there, how about you stew Alwark yourself and make breakfast for me?"

"Are you crazy?"

Eugene cursed.

It was like a fool suddenly rushing out, pressing on your shoulder and saying, "Let's make a bet. If you win, I'll kill myself. If you lose, you'll kill yourself. How about that?"

Who would pay attention to such a lunatic?

"I knew you wouldn't agree." Gray immediately changed his words, "So, let's change the bet. If I win, you'll let me ride on Alwark and fly one round in the sky above the Blue Moon County. If you win, I'll propose to lady Prisilia to approve your stable expansion budget. What do you think?"

Eugene still felt that the man's brain was damaged, but there was no reason to refuse such. good deal.

He had already applied for the budget when he left Surseus, but lady prisilia always said that it was not necessary and rejected him. She was the one who had been asking for the expansion of the Nightingale farm.

"Alright, I agree."

He did not hesitate.

"Alright!"

The two of them swore an oath to the Lord of the night in the name of their family.

After that, Gray pushed the door open.

His mind was filled with the twisted face of Eugene's beloved Nightingale when he caused her blood to spill over the Blue Moon County. He had no choice but to be the first to walk, so that others would not see his smug smile.

The group of more than 20 people walked into the tower of eternal night as if they were walking into their own backyard.

The internal structure of the tower of eternal night was as straightforward as its name. It was a hollow tower with basement.

Lucia's temporary residences in various places had a similar structure to the Rose Hall in Surseus. The conference hall in the center had a dark, heavy round table, and the second floor had a platform for the Queen.

The moonlight shone in through the glass window on the tower, shrouding the Queen and falling on the center of the Round Table.

The furnishings were simple but not simple, revealing a kind of minimalistic simplicity everywhere.

"There shouldn't be anyone hiding here, right?"

Gray looked at the Round Table and teased.

"My Lord, why don't you lift up the round tables and check them?" Eugene snorted.

"There's no need for that. Since you can't lift it, then it's impossible for anyone to be able to hide below."

Gray laughed and skipped the meeting hall without hesitation.

The group quickly passed by and walked down the stairs to the alchemy room.

However, after turning the corner, Gray, who was at the front of the group, suddenly stopped.

He stood there in a daze, leaving the people behind him with the back of his head.

At this moment, Joshua, who should have successfully broken out of prison, was sitting quietly in the open space in front of him.

His expression remained the same when he saw everyone arrive.

At the blue crystal mine...

20 Nightingales flapped their wings and landed slowly. Twenty well-trained soldiers got off and quickly spread out.

The one in charge of this team was the Adjutant of the Palm Tree Tribe, Fycro, and he was sent here for a reason.

When the two armies confronted each other after the giant's death, Char had told Joshua that there were some thorns in his team. They were the soldiers who were ready to go to the front line to fight the giant. They were eventually stopped by their cowards and were forced to become Prisilia's forces.

Fycro was one of the most difficult to manage. He was originally the commander of the palm tree tribe, but because of this, he became an Adjutant.

Now, Gray, who clearly did not get along with him, had given him the task of testing the waters.

Gray had seen the terrifying Python in the magic image with his own eyes. It was true that Joshua, who had escaped from prison a day ago, might not be in the mine, but as long as he was lurking nearby, he might lead the monster to attack the group...

To be able to use this method to get rid of some thorns was a good method of killing two birds with one stone.

Furthermore, Fycro's entire body was filled with an aura that made him extremely displeased.

"Reporting, vice-captain. There are no findings in the East."

"Report, there's nothing in the Western District either."

"South side too..."

The soldiers who were scattered to investigate quickly returned, and Fycro also frowned.

From the looks of it, only that place had not been checked, right?

"Captain, storage..."

"It's vice-captain."

"Alright... Alright, vice-captain, please come to the storage room. Please come alone."

"What?"

There was a strange look on Fycro's face. He pulled out his sword and quickly went to the storage room in the North.

As soon as he entered, he saw a line of words on the ground.

"Dear Fycro, if you want to have a chat with me, then come to the mine.

"I think I can give you an answer to that question."

"Vice-captain, should we surround the mine?" His subordinate asked.

Fycro was silent.

He recognized that it was Joshua's handwriting.

"Tell them to gather here, I'll go take a look by myself,"

Fycro wiped away the words, hesitated for a moment, and then added, "Forget it. You should wait for me at that place. If anything happens..."

The subordinate immediately stood at attention, and the sound of leather boots hitting each other was clear.

He bowed slightly to fycro and placed his right hand on his chest.

"Vice-captain, we are with you."

"That's good."

Fycro froze for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

The soldiers under his command stood in a row outside the mine, and Fycro helplessly went in alone.

This was already his limit. These guys were 10000% worried about him going in alone.

The mine was brightly lit, and after taking a few steps, Fycro saw a busy figure in front of him. He was holding a broken sword in his hand and was carefully drawing something on the wall of the tunnel...

There was no doubt that this was Prince Joshua.

The long tunnel wall behind him was covered with such scratches.

No, those were not scratches. They were words. They were names...

"Your Highness, this is..."

Fycro seemed to have thought of something, and he could not help but feel his heart heat up. Even his voice was a little dry.

The Prince threw away the broken sword in his hand and showed a calm smile to Fycro.

"You've seen it, Fycro. That's right, these are their names."

He seemed to be talking to himself as he repeated the number that Char had mentioned when she was scolding him not long ago.

"472 dead, 167 seriously injured, 31 lightly injured... He didn't know how many of these injured people would survive. Let's hope they have enough supplies in the ruins of Lavosudeland."

"Your Highness..."

Fycro lowered his head, not knowing what to do at this moment.

The escaped prisoner was right in front of him, but he could not do it.

It was not just him and Joshua who knew each other in the past. More importantly, the other party had done something that he had always desired...

It was a record of the heroes who had died at the hands of the Giants.

They should not be forgotten.

"I've always regretted it, Fycro."

Prince Joshua found a rock and sat down. He was so calm that he did not look like a prison break at all, as if he had just finished weeding in a garden.

"I really regret giving up on them... No, it should be said that I betrayed them, so the Night Lord punished me like this. Fortunately, my son, my most beloved Astro, was not as hateful as his father. He protected his own ways."

After a pause, he glanced at Fycro and continued, "Then, what about you, Fycro? I know that if you were given a choice at that time, you would leave with Her Majesty the Queen without hesitation, instead of raising your weapon against your companions again and again like this... You're different from those drunkards, Fycro. I know you.

"The guy who killed the giant, the mixed blood from the surface, do you know what he said about you? He said you're the only one who's sober... I think there's nothing more appropriate than this..."

"Your Royal Highness."

Fycro suddenly interrupted him.

He raised his head and stared at Joshua.

"You said you could give me the answer... Then, what is the answer?"

As early as 20 years ago, when Fycro was not the captain of the palm tree tribe, he was just an ordinary soldier. Because he blocked an arrow for jobuya in an assassination, he received the attention of the latter. Since then, he had been the captain of the palm tree tribe and the staunchest supporter of Joshua.

As Char had commented, Fycro was simply untainted by the mud in Andaheim. He had once asked Joshua a question.

"What should I do to change this rotten place?"

Such a broad and grand question could not be asked by an ordinary person who was confused. When the two of them were alone, as an outstanding politician, Joshua naturally understood that he could not show his fear in front of his admirer. Thus, he profoundly patted him on the shoulder and said, "You can explore it yourself first. The answer will naturally appear in the future."

This foreshadowing had been buried until today.

In fact, even Joshua himself had forgotten about it. After all, he had said at least a thousand of such nonsense.

When Char mentioned it, he had to recollect for a long time before he could find this sentence in his long memory. He then looked at Char as if he had seen a ghost.

He was very sure that the two of them were alone at that time.

This guy had either searched his memory or Fycro's memory...

Was this not a little too terrifying?

Not only that, Char also gave him the most suitable answer for this situation-

"That's it, Fycro."

Prince Joshua stood up and spread his arms.

"These are the names that you've seen, the names that I've carved on the wall... If he wanted to change everything, he had to remember them first.

"Astlow asked the Queen the same question, and she replied with hope.

"This is also the answer I'm giving you.

"But Fycro, you have to remember that this is Andaheim. Don't believe what an elf says... We just need to see how he does it."

Prince Joshua stepped forward with a smile and patted his shoulder.

"Alright, Fycro, go back and think about these questions... Now, take me back."

"W-what?"

Fycro suddenly woke up.

He had already made up his mind, but who knew...

"What? Are you going to let me go?" The Prince laughed. "A soldier's duty is to obey. The order you received was to find me and catch me. Don't go against your duty."

Fycro took a deep breath and then nodded.

A seed had quietly taken root and sprouted.