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"You should kill the devil who deserves to kill thousands of swords!!"

The dull red-haired man fell to the ground, with most of his body pressed by the broken walls, but he still insisted on his expression and spitted blood at the abyss angel with a hideous expression. His face was covered with dust and blood, and several deep scars, no longer the arrogance he had when he was young, and only the age was carefully carved out by time, hatred, and decades of pain. Even if Rossell saw him again, he could not associate this face with the person he hated in his twenties.

Besides, Rossell has not looked down at the Sorens family who were trampled and trampled into the dust for a long time.

"Hello, Florent, I'm glad to see you alive."

Edward greeted him calmly, squatted down, and the hem of the dress fell into the blood on the ground.

"The last time I saw you, I was in the basement where I was plotting to assassinate. Rossell died, and your long-cherished wish should have finally been fulfilled."

Although after suffering and massacre, his status plummeted from a royal family to an ordinary nobleman who was surviving, the old Florent seems to still maintain some of the habits he had when he was young. After all, some of the arrogance and dignity that was engraved into his blood can only be erased by death. His Highness Florent Soren took a few breaths hard, and a few steel bars pierced his lungs. Living had become a kind of pain. He had suffered the greatest torture in the world just by breathing.

"Damn the Devil..."

He said while coughing up blood, with a crazy look on his face, not knowing whether it was sad or joy: "Rossell died, Rossell finally died! It's hateful that I lacked my ability, otherwise I would have to send you to hell too! It makes you regret the contempt for me, hateful, my sister failed to die for family and glory. You actually tore up other tribe members in front of my eyes because she ignored me! It's hateful, hateful!!"

Edward didn't care about these words at all, but nodded with appreciation: "I think you have the potential to become a demon even after soaking in the blood of hatred for so long."

"Haha, haha!" In just a few breaths, Florent's face had completely lost its blood color. He floated on the dividing line between life and death. The vitality that Sequence 4 could increase him may also allow him to live in this painful posture and old look. "I would rather die than work for you! Tell me! My poor sister, what did she pay for you for my life?!"

"Her soul? Bastard, she dares to sell her soul to the demon!"

"Then I'll trade my soul for her!"

The Abyss Angel was slightly stunned.

"You are wrong, Florent, Adella never pleads for anyone, including you, including herself."

"She likes you very much."

"So, I think she'll be happier if she keeps you."

Florent was empty by the crazy green eyes, but in just a short time, he returned to his hysterical appearance.

"Kill our father and mother, slaughter our brothers and sisters, and take the lives of hundreds of people in the Sauron family. You actually feel that Adela will be happy to leave me alone!" Florent's expression management has completely broken down, "You have no human heart at all! What you do is disgusting, you, a lowly and despicable demon in human skin!"

Edward nodded with a deep feeling: "I think too. But I want to correct it. I think the 237 lives of the Soren family cannot reach the lowest line of massacre. At least the lowest line should be the time when they fight against Ruin and the Lunburg coalition in the Battle of the Ammanda Mountains."

Florent was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood, and he was even more dying.

He should have known that the demon could not guess with human thinking, but the resentment and anger suppressed in his mind could not be controlled.

At this time, Edward looked up and looked somewhere in the collapsed palace, shouting as usual: "Treina?"

“…It’s me, my father.”

A tall figure turned out from the corner of the wall, with the silk hair band missing, and the red-brown hair was scattered behind him, like dry blood. The gorgeous dress was broken several times, and the lace cuffs were torn into pieces. He still had a lot of dust on his body, and he looked very embarrassed.

"Ha." Florent raised his eyelids, looked at the young man who was related to him, and spat, "Disgusting Devil's Son."

Trainer Vaughan lowered his eyes, remained indifferent to the title, and spoke gently: "Father, I left the team without authorization to escort Charles Gustav, but failed, the Steam Church seized him. But they were said to have failed to catch up with Bernady Gustav."

"Rossell is dead, they must have felt that the inheritance is in the hands of the two children." Edward ignored it and glanced at Florent, "Now they are like you, they are all remnants of the previous dynasty. Do you feel happy?"

Jojo sneered from the throat of the former Earl of Sauron.

Then, Florent closed his eyes, and his face, which had been so weathered and handsome, finally showed deep fatigue and relief. He seemed to have his wish, no thought of struggle, and his life was about to end. Edward ignored him and let him quietly shed the last drop of blood in the ruins and swallow his last breath. Trainer looked at the place where his uncle was buried, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, but he still chose to keep up with Edward's footsteps.

"I'm leaving Intis."

“Where are you going next?”

"No plan. Now I'm too easy to discover when I go to other countries. I might go to the Southern Continent and take a walk to the ruins of the Bayron Empire, and then settle in Roun or Fsak in a few decades."

Speaking of this, Edward suddenly stopped and looked back at Trainer. The latter was startled and suddenly felt caught in some hidden occult connection, and everything from the soul to the internal organs was clearly seen.

"...you should stay in Intis." His father said carefully, "Your destiny will be here for a long time after today. If I don't take you away, the situation in the world will continue to be turbulent. Staying in Intis, staying in the center of war is the most promising for you."

"Don't follow me anymore. You're free, Trainer, live according to your hobbies."

After saying that, the angel stopped looking at him. He stepped into the spiritual world and disappeared directly from Trainer's eyes, without giving him any chance to ask or retain. The latter seemed to have no intention of speaking. He stood there for two seconds and looked around. Seeing that there was no one around, the medical team searching for the wounded and dead had not yet arrived here. He immediately turned his head and ran back to the pile of ruins. He moved the collapsed bricks and arches hard, broke the steel bars and concrete, and took some effort to drag Florent out of the ruins.

The extraordinary features have begun to precipitate. Treyner puts the features carefully aside, then finds a clean step to sit down.

The Viscount, who was less than forty, suddenly felt that his life had lost its goal, but he still had some desire and fear for freedom in his heart. Intis had become so ragged, what else would happen next?

Then a spiritual exit suddenly opened in front of him interrupted his random thoughts. Trainer was so hot that he couldn't open his eyes by the heat wave coming from behind the exit. He saw that the jacket and half of his trouser legs disappeared, and Edward, who had been curled up in his hair, walked out of it, slapped off the burnt ashes on his body calmly, and looked at Trainer as if nothing had happened.

"I forgot that I just ate the angel of the eternal sun."

Edward even explained to his current embarrassing look. He didn't care that Treina dragged Florent out, just as if he hadn't seen a corpse lying at his feet, facing his son's stunned look, He asked, "Is Adella's funeral tomorrow?"

Trainer nodded.

Seeing this, Edward raised his right hand, stretched and opened it, then gently stroked his left index finger on his ring finger - the entire ring finger of his right hand was cut off, and the spirituality was retracted and turned into an ordinary finger. Near the root, there was a ring inlaid with fine white diamonds and a ruby. The broken mouth regenerated and grew again.

"Take it away and put it in Adella's coffin."

There was a neat scar near the root of the new ring finger. Edward threw the broken finger wearing a wedding ring to Trainer, and then opened a vortex-like door and walked into the dark world.

Trainer held his broken finger and sighed for a while, carrying Florent's cold body, and walked steadily towards the medical team.

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Two months later, a city port in Ruen.

The passenger ship to the Southern Continent is about to leave the port, full of sons who cannot inherit their family property, merchants who dream of making money, pirates who want to hide their names and wash their hands, are preparing to go to Bailang for a big fight. They dream of becoming planters, managing a large amount of property, including slaves, or entering the comprador chamber of commerce to seek power and wealth. In short, the Southern Continent is now a good place, and a ticket for a ship is hard to find. The indigenous people there are docile and easy to do, and are suitable for buying as servants. In addition, the Northern Continent is now complex in relations with countries and war seems to be about to break out, so it has become the best place for those seeking stability.

Among these passengers who were not noble and somewhat vulgar, one seemed unique. He was dressed neatly and spoke elegantly, with both Ruen's calmness and Intis' casual enthusiasm. He was generous and polite to women, so everyone naturally regarded him as a nobleman in distress, which triggered some small-scale discussions. Unfortunately, he often stayed in his private room, which only appeared at banquets.

This voyage lasts for 42 days. The route passes through some islands in the Sunian Sea and will temporarily stop at specific ports to replenish supplies.

When the kitchen was busy preparing the meals needed for dinner, some crew members and servants got off the boat and went to the port to buy newspapers according to the owner's entrustment. The newspaper originated in Intis, and the speed of news circulation made all countries unable to help but build newspapers, so the people were able to learn about the "latest" news from other countries in more than a month.

Emperor Intis Rosel Gustav died and was assassinated by the Eternal Sun Church and the former royal family of Soren. During the coup, many nobles were attacked and killed, and the aristocratic class suffered a major impact... More than half of the government officials lost, led by Edward Vaughn, the Earl of the Palace and Minister of Military Affairs, several major figures disappeared or died, resulting in almost paralysis of the government management system... The Soren family tried to win over all forces to restore the situation, but the bargaining chips could be taken out and there was no clear support yet. Thanks to these eye-catching news, the newspaper made a lot of money.

Passengers talked about the current international situation with brand new newspapers, and the dance party before the meal almost turned into the King Hall. At this time, a room in the first class cabin was closed. The dead abyss angel in the secular history sat by the bay window, quietly looking at the sea level at sunset.

After a moment, He took out a small notebook from his arms and turned to a certain page - this page was full of Indiz's words, sloppy but elegant and grand, and wrote two pages of their future travel plans in a slew.

The travel plan is followed by His own handwriting, which lists the place names that appear in the plan in Intis, such as "Inside the Twilight Hall", "The Ruins of the Mausoleum of the Bailang Empire", "The Ruins of the Highland Kingdom", "The Bay of Passu Island", etc. Many of them are areas that are strictly prohibited from going to, which shows how much the people who make plans trust Edward's power.

Edward held the quill and was silent for a few seconds, slowly ticking behind the "Baylang Empire Mausoleum Ruins".

TBC

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A small climax ends, and the next chapter returns to the main text timeline.

However, considering the word count, signing a contract is nowhere to be long, so I have to use out-of-text diary and setting supplements to delay the time.

*I saw some readers asking about the agreement between Defeat and the God of Lamps, so I'll reply here.

The "Dialogue Unknown" at the beginning of a previous chapter is actually Decay and the Lamp God. Their transaction is: Decay helps the Lamp God occupy the identity of a high-sequence of the two orders, to a certain extent, to escape from the control of the Heavenly Lord and influence two ways (preparing to leave the earth). The Lamp God helps the Lamp God find clues of the source. When this transaction was established, their targets were actually the royal family of Ruen or Fenerport, but Rossell jumped through the sky and became half of the black emperor, so naturally it became the best hunting target.

Everyone knows what happened. As the black emperor, Rossel shined brightly and was very interested in decline. So he was addicted to watching movies and threw the agreement of the God of Lamp behind his mind and did not take action before his death. When Rossel died and was trapped in the tomb, the God of Lamp was unwilling to accept this identity with the mother of the Goddess. So in the end, the God of Lamp flew to his mouth, and the God of Lamp flew, and the God of Lamp flew to his mouth, and the God of Lamp flew and did not get clues about his own source quality. The relationship between the two old days is tense, but the God of Lamp cannot really break with the God of Lamp. (The God of Lamp: The King of Decay wdnmd) So you must separate your work and interests.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!