The Lost Land of Gold

At this moment, the Crown Prince, who never loses his temper in front of people, the great Wang Zi Georgia, who is known as the "Golden Light", took a deep breath and turned around, rushing towards the palace.

He bowed his head, and hurried through the crowd that watched him expectantly, his teeth clenched, his eyes a little red, and a strange emotion rushing through his chest.

--Why is it that people just won't, won't put up with a little more winter for the sake of this country?

Georgia rushed into the palace, he walked unseeing past the guards who bowed to him, and, in a rare instance, did not politely return his salute, but went straight into his room, took from the wall one of the most powerful bows he could find, and, without looking back, headed in the direction of the gates of the country, which were guarded by the Golden Hair Row.

He clenched his bow, his eyes cold.

--Whether it was a so-called god, or some strange guest, he would not allow the other to set foot in the country of Gurolum.

This is his country, this is his people, and no one, no matter how naïve, has the right to exploit their misery in the name of gold.

Georgia gripped her longbow and stood atop the towering walls of the entrance and exit, unguarded because the soldiers had all gone down to greet the honored guest, or rather, the god, and even on a normal day, there were only three or four soldiers guarding the place, because the god was hiding Gurolum, and no ordinary person could enter without someone from the Golden Hair Office showing them the way.

And today everyone was waiting inside, which meant that there was no one to show the way and that guest could come in on his own.

No outsider had ever set foot in Gurolen unguided, so it was no wonder his father was certain this strange guest was a god.

The high priest waited by the entrance full of apprehension and anxiety, the king was silent, his lips white, the guards looked expectantly at the entrance instead, and after about half an hour of waiting, movement finally came from the entrance.

The sound of a man's leather shoes on hard ground came slowly, he brushed aside the thick woods at the entrance to reveal a masked face, his voice laced with a smile, "I've been heading this way since I got off the Sky Island over there, and I didn't change my attire, so I hope you don't mind."

"I'm not late, am I?"

The man's fluent Gurolian language startled the High Priest, and he greeted him with a fearful bow, "Not late!"

"You, hello." King Gurolen stepped forward a bit nervously and extended his hand, "I am King Gurolen."

"I know." The masked man, or god, had a casual tone containing a smile as he took off his own gloves and held out his hand to shake the king's, "You're the one I'm mainly trading with."

"You resemble that king from a thousand years ago."

"Yes, is it?" The king smiled reluctantly, then asked shakily, "And the gold ......"

"Don't worry." The man held out the palm of his hand, a glistening mottled wedge of ore hovering above it, his tone gentle, "I brought the point stone."

"I've given you a sample before, this is the genuine article, just bury this point stone into the vein, and the gold mine will produce a steady stream of output as it did before."

"A steady stream of gold?" The king's voice shook as he repeated the man's words.

"Yes, by using this pointing stone, your future kingdom will have an inexhaustible supply of gold." The man smiled and spread his hands, "This pointing stone can be more powerful than the pointing stone that that king buried into the vein a thousand years ago, and by that time, your streets may all be filled with gold dust at all times, and there will be statues of gold everywhere, and everyone may be able to own a gold as big as themselves."

"Your golden age will come again."

"But be careful when you bury it in there."

He smiled and reminded, "This bit of goldstone is a fragile item, and it's all I have left."

The king swallowed nervously and tried to reach for the pointing stone, and the man reached out, ready to deliver it.

At the moment of delivery, Georgia on top of the city wall stood tall and straight, his gaze stern as he pulled the bowstring up to his ear with two fingers, the wind blowing his high light brown ponytail up and out of the way, and the bright metallic color of the bowstring deepening the pupils of his eyes in shades of brown.

The sharp tip of the bow refracted a strange dazzle of light, and Georgia's chest rose and fell violently as he clenched his teeth - this was probably the most inappropriate and impulsive thing he had done since he had been Crown Prince.

Attacks on foreign guests.

Georgia loosed the bowstring, and the arrow shot out as swiftly as thunder from a cloud, penetrating between the king and the god and pointing straight at the pointing stone!

The man seemed to sense something and quickly closed his palm and gripped the pointing stone, but the arrow's wind was like thunder and passed through his palm holding the pointing stone, and blood dripped down.

"Ehhhhhhh." The man turned his head with a smirk, looking towards Georgia who was once again drawing his bow on the high platform, "It seems that your country, doesn't seem to be very welcoming to a businessman like me."

"Georgia?!" The king looked in shock at Georgia, whose eyes were crimson on the raised platform, and he reprimanded furiously, his afterglow timidly scanning the god next to him who didn't look the least bit angry, "What are you doing! Get down here!"

"Guards! Bring down the big Wang Zi!"

The High Priest almost went into cardiopulmonary arrest as he panicked and inquired, "Is the Pointing Stone okay?!"

"It's fine." The man gently opened his palm, which was empty, and smiled, "I put it away."

"Hurry!" The High Priest hurriedly greeted, "Have the city's doctor come over and bandage the guest's palm."

"No need." The man smiled and waved his hand, "It's nice to get hurt once in a while, I haven't gotten hurt in a long time."

The High Priestess stopped startled and looked from side to side in bemusement.

"The one ......" The man's tone took on a light chuckle as he turned to Georgia, who was being forcefully pressed down the wall by a group of guards, "Is the one who shot me with a bow your great Wang Zi? "

When the king heard the man mention this matter, his back instantly tightened, and he sidestepped slightly to block the direction of the man looking toward Georgia, "...... is my eldest son, poor discipline, but also please do not take it into account your guests."

"Why count on it, he's fun." The man smiled with amusement and made a polite request, "Can I talk to him?"

Looking at the man's still bleeding hand, the king hesitated and could only reluctantly nod his head and agree, "...... I will let him come down to apologize to you, and I will also personally chastise him when I return, so please don't be too harsh."

Georgia was pressed up against the man, his hands tied behind his back by the guards, and his eyes were filled with a biting defiance, a far cry from the elegant and gentle appearance that this Wang Zi had always displayed.

"Georgia," the king's voice tightened, harshly crushing Georgia's raised head, "you have committed a felony by assaulting a foreign guest!"

"Apologize to this guest!"

"I'll go back and get my punishment, I'll accept any heavy punishment." Georgia was forced to keep her head down, but her voice remained cold, "But I won't apologize."

"He's not a guest of Gurolen."

The king was in a hurry, "Georgia!!!"

"No need to be so harsh, just let go." The man interrupted the king with a smirk, "Your name is Georgia isn't it?"

The king let go of his hand, and Georgia slowly raised her head and looked straight at the man without speaking.

"You have a good soul." The man laughed lightly, "It is a surprise and a pleasure to me to still see such a soul in such a country."

"As your reward for showing me such a worthy soul, then, here's the deal, since you're hell-bent on saving this fairy-tale rotten kingdom from me, the big bad you think you are, I'll give you a chance."

"Let's play a game."

The man waved his hand, and the vanished dot of gold reappeared in his hand, palm-length dot of gold tinged with a hint of blood, floating in front of Georgia's eyes, radiating a warm, bright luster like gold.

"Three days from now." The man chuckled softly, "In three days I will come here with this dot of gold, and if you can find a way to shut down all the mines and prevent any of them from burying the dot of gold in the veins, I will leave with it forever and never come to this realm again."

"But if you don't make it."

"--whether it be the agony of that pointing stone a thousand years ago, or the agony of this pointing stone now, when that time comes, the price of all the agony will be paid by you together."

"Your answer?"

Georgia looked up, her brown eyes clear, "Good."

-- Like the king a thousand years ago who naively agreed to a deal with God, he naively agreed to a game with God.

and thought they would be victorious.

13 The center of the mining area.

Mu Sicheng carefully made his way through the dense cluster of humanoid gold sculptures on the outskirts of the mine toward the mine cars, reporting into his headset as he reached the edge of the track, "There are traces of gold dust erased from the track, it's still relatively fresh."

"That should be the traces left by Georgia and the others going down." Bai Liu said, "This proves that we shouldn't have made a mistake, and if Georgia and the others came here as well, then it only means that this is indeed the hiding place of the Funnel of Time."

"The mine is in the mountain body, and there are many gold sculptures at the entrance." Mu Sicheng surveyed his surroundings and reported in a low voice, "There are two railroad tracks at the entrance to the mountain with mine cars, one of which was supposedly driven away by Georgia and the others, into the mine cave, and I can see the drag marks of the mine cars."

"The mine is very deep, I shone a light and could only see a lot of shiny gold in there, kind of shook my eyes, couldn't see the rest clearly, guess I'll have to ride in on a mine cart to find out what's going on."

"Should I wait for you guys to come and then go inside, or should I go down first myself?" Mu Sicheng asks a question.

Bai Liu didn't hesitate, "Wait for us, don't move around on your own, stay away from those statues."

"But ......" Mu Sicheng was a bit agitated, his lungs involuntarily itched when he was agitated and he started choking violently, "Ahem, Georgia, if they get the Sands of Time Funnel before we do What?"

"Then take a step ahead." Bai Liu was unfazed, "We're supposed to be in the passive position in this copy, it's normal for them to get the advantage ahead of us, don't act rashly when the information isn't equal early on, and besides, what are you best at?"

Mu Sicheng was stunned.

"If they get it first." Bai Liu said calmly, "Then you steal it back, and with your movement speed and alertness, there shouldn't be many people in this game who can stop a you who just wants to steal."

"Yes?" An extremely shallow teenage voice came out from the depths of the mine, "I might be one of these people."

The blue-green butterfly fluttered past Mu Sicheng, whose pupils were clenched tightly, its slender tail falling in fine gold dust, fluttering past, landing on Armand's outstretched forefinger, gently shaking its wings.

Mu Sicheng jerked his head over as he jumped back twice, his breath coming to a standstill - he had just explored this mine and had completely missed the fact that there was another person hiding inside.

Armand was hanging upside down over the mine, feet together, his ear-length hair pinned back on one side by a barrette and hanging down only on the other, his eyes closed, and in his pure white and gilt uniform, with his back straight, he looked like a bat dangling from a rock that was resting, and which, at the present moment, at last, disturbed by a misguided traveler, slowly opened its eyes.

The brown pupils of his eyes reflected calmly and without waves the monkey claws that had already transformed into monkey claws. Mu Sicheng who had shown his teeth to him.

The butterflies that rested on his white uniform gloves began to flap faster.

Armand lightly folded his legs and landed lightly from above the mine, not even a single strand of his hair becoming disheveled as he raised his eyes to Mu Sicheng across the room, his tone unperturbed, "When it comes to things, being so impulsive and easy to anger won't lead to a good end, Mu Sicheng."

"You sound like you want me to tie my hands." Mu Sicheng threw out his monkey paw in displeasure, his pupils erected into two thin peaks, and smiled provocatively, "But last time you even had something stolen from me, isn't it a bit arrogant to talk to me in such a tone?"

"Golden Dawn's ace rookie?"

"That time?" Armand dragged his jaw back in a seemingly knowing recollection, "It was just a hair accessory, you weren't stealing anything very important, and I didn't have to break away from the group and waste my time tangling with you."

"But now--"

Armand lifted his eyelids and threw up his arms to the right, and the butterfly rose from his right shoulder into the wind, its wings fluttering.

"-what you're stealing is something extremely important to both my brother and my team."

"You can try and see if you can get past my protective layer and escape from the middle of my hurricane as you wish."

[System Alert: Player Armand used the skill, Summon (Chained Hurricane)]

[This skill can continuously deal damage to players bound by chains in a hurricane until the hurricane stops, and the skill cd is one hour].