Hillas City.

late at night.

Carolina sat blankly on the ground, her eyes had not been wiped away for a long time, and her face was dull and unconscious.

She held her space ring tightly with her hands - the dragon that housed the giant dragon Nerios.

For three days, Carolina had been like this absent-minded, as if her world had lost its color due to Nerios' death. Boddinard and Sith did not expect that the superior dragon clan would be so out of control, and they did not say anything that had been prepared, because from beginning to end, Carolina just said to them lightly, "Please let me be alone for a while." Then she no longer paid attention to the monarch and the first magician of the St. Lance Empire.

The old emperor, who was familiar with the truth, naturally understood what was going on, stopped his angry old friend, and the two left Carolina in the yard and left.

Carolina was deeply trapped in her memories and could not recover from the heart-wrenching grief. Until now, she still didn't want to believe that the guy she had been thinking about day and night had returned to the embrace of the Dragon God.

The autumn wind at night gently blew across her crimson skirt, rolling up a few fallen leaves.

Carolina raised her head gently, looked at the stars in the sky, but slowly stood up.

Her pale face revealed a kind of weakness that people had never seen before. Her long eyelashes blinked gently, and tears passed through her face silently. She suddenly spoke and sang gently in the unique tone of the dragon clan:

“I hope

There is a twilight star

It will shine on you forever

Even if darkness comes

You will hold that sincere heart

On the road alone

How far is the journey from home

Darkness has come

I believe you will find the way home

Darkness has come

I hope it will remain in your heart now

Hopefully

The shadows are covered

Will disappear forever

Hopefully

Your journey

Towards the bright day

When the night passes

May you stand up to welcome the morning sun

Darkness has come

I believe you will find the path

Darkness has come

I hope it will remain in your heart now…”

Carolina looked at the twinkling stars representing the dragon god in the sky and sang gently, with the long and soft voice of dragon yin carrying the vicissitudes that had never happened. Her singing was like the slowly flowing stream, spreading clearly but softly throughout the city of Hillas.

When the pedestrians heard this ethereal but clear, they stopped and looked at the Cicevaner Palace built halfway up the mountain, and the palace was even more quiet.

Emperor Bodinar sat on the supreme throne with his eyes flashing. The important officials who were meeting in the chamber were looking around in surprise, but they didn't know where the song came from.

He sighed softly, and the old emperor seemed to remember something, but said nothing. His thin body stood up from the throne and looked at the direction where Carolina was silent.

After wiping the wet corners of his eyes, Carolina stopped singing, but gently put the space ring back on her hand solemnly and walked slowly towards the edge of the yard.

Seeing that there was no way in front of her, her steps stepped into the void and her body gradually rose - as if there was an invisible step beneath her lotus feet.

Gradually, her figure jumped out of the low wall, followed by the entire palace, the wall of the city of Silias.

Sith stood in the office on the top of the magic tower, looking at the figure of Carolina gradually floating away with her hands behind her back, but sighed like the old emperor, turned her head, waved her wand, and restored the protective magic array of the entire Ciscevar Palace.

"Minecraft won't allow your disappearance, regardless of whether the ending is perfect or not."

Carolina's resolute back flew towards Sibor without hesitation.

There was only one last hope left in her heart - that was to find many and ask what kind of relationship Nerios had with him.

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South of the St. Lance Empire.

County Cottreal.

"What wind blows you? Dear Clivie."

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man dressed in gorgeous clothes, with white silk faintly on his head, but his spirit that was no less than that of the young man was scattered from the inside out.

"Marteau Patton, the wind in Cottrell is always so warm, thank you for your warm hospitality."

Clivi bowed without being humble and arrogant, took off the soft hat with three marten fur, and handed it to the servant beside him. Without waiting for Patton to speak, he sat in the seat very casually.

Clivie, the Earl of the Empire, was adjacent to the county of Cotrell, Marquis of Patton.

He looked much younger than Patton, and he was at the age of great success. His brown head was meticulously laid behind his head, his alert and alert eyes were particularly bright, and there was a goatee on his chin. He could tell at a glance that he was a smart person.

To the southeast of the St. Lance Empire is County Cotrier, which borders the Azura jungle where the trolls live, and belongs to the territory on the border of the empire. Because of its great contributions, Patton became the only remaining marquis in the empire.

The Marquis did not have direct leadership over the earl and other nobles, but was just a honorary title for his outstanding contributions to the border.

The previous king of St. Lance personally nominated Patton as a marquis to show the country's trust and encouragement for this important general who guarded the border. However, since the new king, that is, Emperor Chanak the Great, he has never nominated any marquis, and even the count is pitifully few.

At the same time, the emperor seemed to have too much power for the nobles and was not very cold. During the thirty years he ruled the empire, the nobles' privileges were reduced again and again. When the nobles woke up, they found that they were like the frog cooked in warm water, unknowingly losing all kinds of privileges.

When they stood up one after another, trying to unite and put pressure on the emperor to regain these rights, they were killed by a bloody political purge.

Since then, no one in the empire dared to sing a counter-tune with Emperor Bodinal.

As an old nobleman, Marquis Patton naturally understood the emperor's intentions, so he has been quietly dormant in the southeast corner of the empire over the years.

His keen political sense saved his life, otherwise the entire St. Lance Empire would have no marquis at this time. In the catastrophe that made all the nobles fearless and all the historical books could not record, six of the great noble families with the title of earl were permanently cut off!

Earl Crivie can be regarded as a scheming old fox. Like Patton, he saved his title through various despicable means and betrayal.

Recently, news of the old emperor's health ill has been heard and has been confirmed over and over again. Although he does not understand why the great sword master Chanak, known as the "Sword Emperor", was sick in his body, these dormant poisonous scorpions smelled the smell before the storm and could not wait to start to win over and suppress each other, just to get a share of the pie when the torrential rain comes.

Just like the other great nobles of the empire, Clivi approached Patton, and the topics they talked about were nothing more than two words - interests!

"Chanak is going to hold a birthday party? How old is he this year? Eighty-eight, why is he held a birthday party at this age that is not an integer?" Patton sat in an armchair and stroked the ring in his hand and said, "Did you notice anything?"

"We are too far away from Silias. The news has been delayed here. If I want to see, I will probably build momentum for his incompetent son again." Clivi said bluntly with Erlangtui.

Emperor Chanak had a son and a daughter, but his son, who was forty years old this year, could not compare with his father. If objectively speaking, the word "mediocrity" is more appropriate.

The battle between nobles and royal power has only one focus - power.

Bodinar constantly weakened the rights of the St. Rance aristocratic class, which made the nobles angry. What was the intention of this abnormal birthday party?

"The invitation letter was not sent here, hum, I think his meaning is very obvious." A cold light flashed in Patton's eyes, "I guess something is going to happen. Do you have any other news?"

Klivi was obviously interested when he heard this, and grabbed his goatee and replied, "Victoria in Sibor, Gal of Klimt, Usori of Neron, and... the Gacharin, who had never faced 1u in the north, seemed to have received an invitation letter, so I will come here today to ask you, what does this mean?"

"Don't be impatient, have you heard another news?"

Marquis Patton's voice fell.

"explain."

"Lambas's envoy has entered St. Reims."

"Lambass? What are the madmen in the Holy See of Light doing? What else can they do except incite believers to rebel and rebel?"

Clivi was very dissatisfied with the Holy See, so he couldn't help but complain a few times when he heard the news. However, this was just a dispute between old friends. He quickly regained his calmness, and then asked tentatively: "Is it... it's Pastor Light?"

"Just know, don't say 1uan." Patton was very satisfied with Clivi's acumen and nodded and continued: "My spies who stayed in Lambas did not get more information. The only thing I know is that this matter was chosen by the Pope."

"Hmph, that old man has been in good relations with the Holy See in recent years. It seems that it is to use it when it should be used!" Clivi leaned back, but seemed to feel uncomfortable. He sat up straight again and asked with a bright look: "Is it possible - what is it for treatment?"

"There is news that Chanak has never gone abroad in the past three months, and he has not even taken a step in the Cicevar Palace. What do you think?" Duke Patton's voice was chilling.

"Then next?"

"Rambas's envoy mistakenly entered the Klim Forest and never came out again."

"Kill them? That's the envoy!"

"Remember, behind the scenery is either vicissitudes or dirty."

Duke Patton said without emotion.

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Carolina's lyrics are selected from the Lord of the Rings' mayitbe, a very classic track, and I feel a little moved every time I listen to it.

The most important exam is, and the update is unstable. I would like to say sorry to you. I ask you for red tickets and collections routinely. I only have three small hours a day to keep them out for code, and I have to review and upload the manuscript. I can’t even go to QQ for fear of wasting time. During the book recommendation period, I still hope that your collection will be more powerful. Thank you for your support!


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