Mages Are Too OP Chapter 662

Chapter 662 I Don't Like to Enter the Spiritual Worlds of Men

The royal tomb, a place where all the royals were buried, was quite important to the royal family.

Generally, people weren't allowed to enter casually. Ordinary royals were not allowed in either.

For example, the princes and princesses.

But Stephanie was an exception; she was almost guaranteed to be the future queen, which was something that almost everyone in the kingdom knew.

So she could freely enter the royal tomb.

The golden, heavy bronze gate slowly opened with a muffled rumble, and seconds later, the same echo faintly came back from the back of the massive passage. The two of them walked through the gate, and looking at the dark passage in front of them, Stephanie did not go further but said, “It's too big in there, and I don't know what my brother is doing running around. If he wanders off, it'll be hard to find him. We'll wait for him here.”

Roland hummed a response.

Noticing that he was not very attentive to answering, Stephanie turned her head to see that Roland was observing the two huge bronze doors.

“It's not gold, it's bronze.” Stephanie thought that Roland hadn't distinguished between the

two.

Roland looked at the huge bronze gate that was at least a meter thick, and clicked his tongue. “Melting down these two big bronze doors would probably be able to pay for the royal family's military expenses for a year. Such rich people.”

Stephanie chuckled. “I didn't think that you could guess what our old ancestors did.”

“Hm?”

“Our ancestors were once rich, but one ancestor, who didn't know how to make money and even spent it lavishly, turned the latter generations into poor people.” Stephanie shrugged. “Then he took all the money the royal family had saved in ten years and replaced it with copper coins before forging these two gates. He said never to touch them until it was absolutely necessary. It was for the descendants to use in an urgent situation.”

“Quite a visionary,” Roland said with some admiration.

“That's not all.” Stephanie said proudly, “This ancestor was very frugal, and in his later years, he saved a lot of money, so he bought a lot of iron and sank it into the moat of the palace, so that if it was necessary, he could fish it out and build equipment.”

Roland's eyes narrowed slightly.

First of all, whether the operation of throwing iron in the water would have any effect on the iron or not-it wasn't stainless steel after all…

He seemed to have read a lot about this operation as a child.

Looking at Roland's frown, Stephanie was a little upset. “You don't believe me? If you don't believe me, go fish in the moat of the palace. I give you my permission and no one will kick you out.”

Roland laughed bitterly. “It's not that, I just thought that there was a sense of deja vu.”

Hmm?

It was Stephanie's turn to wonder. “Is there any other nation besides Fareins that has such foresight? No way!”

“There seems to be quite a lot of them, but all countries with the surname of capital seem to have such a ‘vision'!” Roland laughed dryly and then changed the subject. “You just said that the royal tomb is huge?” “Well, it's very big!” Stephanie nodded and replied, “The whole mountain was almost hollowed out by us, and it took over three hundred years. The roads inside are intricate and layered, with high bridges and steps everywhere, like a spider's web. Without a map, it's impossible to know how to get around.”

“Is it necessary to build such a large royal tomb?” asked Roland. “The Fareins royal family doesn't have that many ancestors, even with a thousand years of history.”

“It's always good to occupy a nest first. There's no fear of having a lot of space, but there's a fear of not having a place to sleep after death.” Stephanie shrugged. “These are also the words left behind by that ancestor.”

All right… Roland was certain that the Fareins king who left contingencies everywhere and who has been dead for two or three hundred years must have grown up reading the Bosom Friend magazine.

The two chatted casually and time passed unnoticed

Stephanie told interesting stories about the royal family, while Roland asked questions now and then.

One was actually having a good conversation out of bragging rights and the other had the idea of poking around and gaining insight.

The two didn't even notice the passing of time, and then it was almost noon when footsteps finally came from the passage.

A young man in a red, princely suit stepped out of the passage.

Blond hair and blue eyes, very civilized and elegant-looking, with some similarities to Stephanie's appearance, it was immediately apparent that these two were siblings.

The young man who came out had a smile on his face and was startled to see two people standing in the doorway, and then his face went white with fear when he saw Stephanie.

He stopped and stood still, staring at his big sister, not daring to move any further.

Roland raised an eyebrow at the sight and thought to himself that Stephanie seemed to have a sense of authority in front of this third brother.

Without speaking, Stephanie just leaned against the bronze door and looked straight at the other man with her arms over her chest. After a while, this young man couldn't help but ask stiffly, “Big sister, why are you here?” “I have no problem being here, but there's a problem with you showing up here, Eihausen,” Stephanie said coldly. “Perhaps, there's something special you want to tell me? Like bringing down the royal tomb or something.

Eihausen shook his head vigorously. “How could I possibly do that!”

“Tell me about it then,” Stephanie grunted, moving over to Eihausen, speaking as she did so. “This is not a day of worship.” Eihausen looked at Stephanie, who was walking toward him, and subconsciously backed away, and after a few steps, he stopped again, hanging his head without speaking.

“Do you see the man behind me?” Stephanie pointed to Roland.

Eihausen subconsciously looked at Roland.

“Do you know him?”

Eihausen shook his head. “Right now, he's the most favored genius Mage in the Association of Mages and is extremely good at mental magic.” Stephanie reached out her left hand and put it on her third brother's shoulder as she continued coldly, “You can keep quiet, but I can have him force his way into your spiritual world. That way, you won't have any secrets to keep from me!”

Filled with fear, the Third Prince looked at Roland as if he had seen a ghost.

His body was visibly trembling.

Roland even wondered if the man would piss himself if he was scared any worse.

Luckily, such a thing didn't happen, and after this Third Prince's body trembled for half a minute, he actually wasn't that nervous anymore. He licked his lips and said, “Big sister, I'll tell you. Tell him not to enter my soul.”

“Spill it.” The corners of Stephanie's mouth pursed up in a nice luscious curve.

With broken words, the Third Prince gave the reason for his visit to the royal tomb.

It turned out that on the night of the last worship day, while he was sleeping, he kept hearing a voice telling him to make another trip to the royal tomb.

At first he thought he was being influenced by someone using mental magic, but after having a trusted Mage from the Association of Mages look at it, he found out there was no such thing.

Eventually this got worse and worse.

At first, he only heard voices in his dreams but couldn't see anything, and everything in the dreams was black.

But recently, it was possible to see the surroundings, and finally the appearance of the person speaking.

“A glowing woman?” asked Stephanie in surprise.

“No.” The Third Prince shook his head vigorously. “It was a man with a crown on his head, much like one of our ancestors, who told me I had to come to the royal tomb at a certain time or he would make me die in my dreams.”

“So here you are,” Stephanie grunted, “and you didn't consult with us.”

The Third Prince averted his eyes in embarrassment.

Stephanie said to Roland, “Sorry to trouble you, but look into his spiritual world.”

“Actually, I don't really want to enter a man's spiritual world.” Roland sighed.

“Why?”

“Women are more emotional than rational, and men are more lustful than emotional,” Roland explained helplessly. “That's why most men's spiritual worlds have images of breasts and thighs flying as soon as one enters. The memories of this aspect fills the whole space without any concealment.”

Stephanie had been a little angry; after all, her own third brother had somehow appeared in this place.

But when she heard Roland's words, she couldn't tense up and found it so funny that she almost laughed aloud.

The Third Prince looked at his elder sister with some surprise.

As far as he could remember, his eldest sister hadn't smiled much since she married his ex-brother-in-law.

Now…

At this moment, Stephanie rolled her eyes at Roland and continued, “Then still please look at it. It's a friend's request.”

“Okay.”

Roland walked up to the Third Prince.

The Third Prince subconsciously started backing up again.

This was normal; no one wanted a stranger to barge into their spiritual world.

But Roland snapped his fingers and a huge Hand of Magic appeared, grabbing the Third Prince in a vicious grip.

Finally, Roland pressed his finger against the Third Prince's head.

After about six minutes, Roland retracted his finger. Stephanie immediately walked over and asked, “How is it, does he have any problems?”

“Yes, a big problem.” Roland explained, “In his spiritual world, there is also a huge infested area, much larger than yours.” “By the same person?” Roland shook his head. “Not the same person. Although the area is larger than yours, the quality of infestation is obviously not as powerful as the one in your spiritual world. Or rather, not even close.”

The Third Prince argued forcefully at this point: “But I've seen someone from your association, and he can be trusted. He said there is nothing wrong with my spiritual world, and the voice I heard could be a call from my ancestors.”

“The infested area in your big sister's spiritual consciousness… where it's an ancestral call or not, I'm not sure.” Roland turned around and looked in the direction of the capital. “But based on the information I've scouted from the infested area, and reading a little bit of your recent memories, if I combine the two, one thing is certain the person who caused this infested area for you is your most trusted Peter.”

The Third Prince froze for a moment, and then screamed, as if he had been insulted in a great way. His face flushed; “That's impossible, you're lying to me. Peter is a friend I grew up playing with, we're best friends.” Roland shrugged. “It's up to you to believe it or not.”

“Also, do you have a problem with Peter? You're both people from the Association of Mages, and I heard Peter say that the Association of Mages has a lot of people against him. They're not on good terms with him.”

“Actually, I'm a part of the Association of Mages in name, I don't even know Peter at all.”

“Then how do you know his name?” the Third Prince shouted angrily.

Roland threw up his hands. “As I said, I looked in your spiritual memory. I even saw that you embraced a woman in red clothes the day before…”

“Stop it, stop it.” The Third Prince's face went white, then turned red again. “I believe you.”

“It's good that you believe it.” Roland chuckled, his tone a little mocking.

“The woman in red clothes, yesterday…” Stephanie looked at her third brother with an odd expression. “You can even lay your hands on that kind of person.”

The Third Prince was so ashamed that he squatted on the ground, his head buried between his knees.

Looking at the Third Prince who didn't dare to speak, Stephanie glanced at Roland again, “Tsk, it's too underhanded of you to go through such memories.” Roland sighed. “I've said it all before, it's almost always the same image in a man's spiritual world. Once you get in there, you get it in your face. You can't even try not to look at it.”

“So your spiritual world is the same?” asked Stephanie curiously.

“One cannot see the ‘appearance' of one's own spiritual world, but I'm guessing it's about the same.” Roland thought for a while and replied with poise. “I guess half of it is magic models floating around, and the other half is Andonara and Vivian.”

There was a saying that as long as you didn't feel embarrassed yourself, then it's others who would be embarrassed.

Stephanie originally wanted to use this method to embarrass Roland, but as a result, this man completely didn't care about these things, being open and candid. As a woman, she was embarrassed having said those things instead.

She then turned and looked at her brother. “That means that Mage named Peter deliberately guided my brother into the royal tomb? What is his intention?”

“I don't know. There is no way to deduce that without enough information,” Roland replied.

Stephanie stared at her brother. “So, what did the man named Peter tell you? Or, did he ask you to bring something out of the royal tomb?”

“None of that.” The Third Prince was not as bashful as he had been a moment ago. He stood up, felt in the pocket of his clothes for a while and took out a small wooden maiden doll that was crafted quite realistically and beautifully, with exquisite knife work. “He said I might be haunted by some undead spirit in the royal tomb, and asked me to take this and walk inside. If it was an evil spirit, it would be sucked into this doll.”

“Oh, let me see.” Stephanie held out her hand.

The Third Prince handed the wooden doll over, and when it was about to be put into Stephanie's hand, Roland suddenly struck and slapped the doll away.

The tiny wooden sculpture spun and hit the wall next to it, bounced back, landed on the ground, and bounced a few more times, stopping at the Third Prince's feet.

“What's wrong?” asked Stephanie, looking at him without anger, her expression rather calm. “There's something wrong with that wooden sculpture?”

“Something is very wrong.” Roland nodded. “There is a great reaction of mental energy inside, and it seems to store a soul!”

Stephanie immediately took several steps back.

The Third Prince's face, once again, turned deathly pale.

Chapter end