Holding the delicate body in his arms, he could even clearly feel the well-developed little rabbits rising and falling in his arms, and Angmar was filled with guilt.

My sunwell!

Little Elisande, whom I regard as my adopted daughter, just now...

Use use use...

Kissed me that way?

Angmar found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not clear from his mind the intense sensory experience that the passionate kiss had brought to him, and he couldn't help but cover his forehead in pain.

He knew that Elisande's behavior was obviously because of the experience of being rescued by him three years ago, which gave rise to some inexplicable feelings for him.

But Elisande, you can't do this, I'm yours...

As soon as the word "guardian" came to mind, Angmar realized that it was so pale and powerless.

Because Elisande in this timeline doesn’t know who she is at all. Without the adoption story that happened in another timeline, for Elisande, she is just...

For some reason, the guilt in Angmar's heart suddenly faded away.

The breeze blew by, and a hint of coolness came from the lips with residual body fluids. It was like a cold wind that hit the soul, which made Angmar wake up completely. He suddenly realized that he did not show any affection for this ambiguous hug gesture.

resist.

No, Angmar, you beast!

Angmar hurriedly put his hand on Elisande's shoulder, trying to get rid of this unethical posture, but the other party did not let go.

"You know, I have often dreamed of you in the past three years..." the girl in my arms said, her voice was like a lark in the forest, clear and sweet, and the occasional low sobs were even more heartbreaking.

"In the dream, you didn't leave. You became my guardian and gave me a home... You taught me magic and helped me win the championship at the magic event three years ago. In addition to me, you also accepted other people.

Three apprentices... We spend every day in happiness. I have never experienced such warmth, the warmth of home...

It was so real. So every time I woke up, I would feel lost and spend the next day in a haze. Reality and illusion were constantly intertwined. I told myself that the dream was fake and that it was not reality...

But I really envy the girl in my dream. Even if this dream is not perfect, the girl in my dream still failed to keep you. One day, you left and never came back... In the past three years, I

Study your magical aura and keep making yourself stronger, just to be able to return to Zuldazar and follow your traces...

Whenever I am wandering, I will come to this wilderness, the place where I am separated from you, to relax. Countless times, I look forward to looking back one time and seeing you smiling at me from a distance...

Now, you are finally back..."

Elisande began to cry, and the words were interrupted.

Angmar was so shocked that Elisande dreamed of what happened in another timeline.

How can this be?

Could it be said that the reason why the Great Magister of Suramar City and the leader of the Children of Night in later generations was able to control the Eye of Aman'Thul, the Pillar of Creation, and use this supreme artifact to read the countless possibilities in the timeline is because

Are you born with some kind of talent related to the power of time?

It’s incredible!

No, maybe this statement is not accurate. Because the subject of the dream is herself, maybe the reason why such a thing happened is because she was contaminated with the remaining power of time in her body.

Full of questions with no answers. Angmar still cannot understand the mystery of time.

"well……"

Angmar sighed deeply, just wanting to lament the uncertainty of fate.

Feelings of guilt, guilt, strangeness, and all kinds of complicated emotions came to his mind. He comforted the girl in his arms and kept touching her back.

He had guessed countless scenarios of meeting Elisande, but he never expected it to be like this. The logical problem that originally troubled him was that Elisande in another timeline was his adopted daughter, so what did he think about it?

Is it wishful thinking that Elisande poured in the same emotions in the two timelines? - Because of Elisande's unreservedness, all of them melted into nothingness.

He said softly:

"Avery, I can tell you that what you dreamed about is something that really happened, but it happened in another world and has nothing to do with you at this time. It involves a complicated timeline and I can't explain much.

,

I feel very guilty for not making the same choice three years ago and letting you go through such pain, but I have a reason to do it. Please believe me, it is a difficult choice for me. But..."

Angmar took a deep breath and his tone became solemn: "I am your guardian, Eli, do you understand? I regard you as my adopted daughter, and this kind of...this kind of thing should really not happen between us.

…”

Angmar didn't know what to say.

Some kind of forbidden relationship?

Elisande's weak cries gradually subsided, and the hands around Angmar's waist never relaxed for a moment. He raised his head and looked directly at Angmar, and said in a tone of describing simple facts:

"Did it really happen? You are my other guardian, yes. But what happened in another timeline is related to me..."

Elisande paused for a moment, her clear-cut facial features were extremely delicate, full of the beauty that only belongs to a young girl. Her red eyes were full of determination.

"What does it matter?"

"Answer me, Angmar Morningstar."

These words were sonorous and powerful. Faced with the girl's questioning, Angmar was speechless, "Ellisande, that's not the case..."

"I have grown up and I know what I am doing. You don't need to tell me what is right and wrong. I am not satisfied with everything in my dream. I have the right... to choose my own life."

Elisande interrupted, and before Angmar could refute, he forcefully slapped his face with his hand and blocked his mouth with her lips again.

The little tongue that broke in began to clumsily pry its own teeth.

Angmar's fists clenched violently, but his thoughts drifted far away.

Indeed, when it comes to love, not only their own people, but also the night elves have a warm and open attitude. At least...

In front of this little girl, no matter from any angle, I am too faceless.

Unknowingly, the arm trying to push the girl away became weaker and weaker, until it slowly moved downwards and rested on the girl's soft waist.

So detailed, ah no, what on earth am I doing!

The deeds do not matter the heart. Angmar felt that he had become a fake and noble beast in clothes. He said no, but his body was honest. There were many thoughts in his mind, and miscellaneous thoughts kept popping up.

Why am I so unsteady? - Alas, it’s fake or not, my teeth are loosened, who are you talking about this to? Angmar really wants to find someone who can maintain his moral legitimacy and explain his honesty at the same time.

Behavioral things to convince yourself.

I searched and searched, but found nothing.

The two timelines are completely unrelated, so screw it, why are you insisting?

Elisande is really beautiful.

Well, I did... Angmar had to admit that he enjoyed it.

Putting aside his useless persistence, he began to follow his own voice and responded enthusiastically.

…

Strange, why does that white-skinned foreigner look familiar?

Bennett, who was hiding in the dark and quietly watching Alisande, looked normal. In fact, he was not jealous of that guy at all, just as he didn't like Alisande at all. Bennett was just a little regretful that the family lost a rising figure.

It's just a weight.

It doesn't matter, if you lose it, you lose it.

Looking at that passionate kiss... Bennett felt very disgusted. The talented mage apprentice he had been pursuing for two years actually fell in love with a vulgar foreigner. Looking at the ugly white skin, it seemed that he had an incurable skin disease.

Sick and haggard. What a strange aesthetic.

He knew that, according to normal logic, he who broke into Elisande's little secret should do some villainous behavior in anger, just like those low-level nobles with corrupt private lives, such as reporting to the city guard.

After all, according to the laws of the empire, foreigners are not allowed to appear in the territory. Speaking of which, those city guards are really useless. They take the council's money and do nothing. They didn't even notice that a person lived in such a conspicuous location in the western suburbs.

Unidentified foreigners.

But Bennett has no interest in this. It will only insult the aristocratic status of the Lann family. But...

You can still mention it to your father. What if the foreigner hurts the local residents, right?

Thinking of this, Bennett snorted contemptuously, turned around and walked towards Suramar City, "Commoners are civilians, and they actually fall in love with vulgar foreigners. It's really disgusting."

etc!

An idea flashed in his mind, and Bennett suddenly remembered a rumor from three years ago—no, it was not a rumor, it was true.

The day after the Queen's order to find the prophet was given, Elisande was brought back by several city guards on duty in the western suburbs of Suramar, causing an uproar. After all, forty apprentices including Elisande

Being kidnapped by trolls was an event that shocked the whole country.

What's even more shocking is that the guards claimed that the foreigner who rescued Elisande was the prophet the Queen was looking for. This incident even alarmed the Queen herself, and she even rushed to the western suburbs to check the situation.

Verify the truth. After verification, the guards were rewarded by the Queen. Not only were they granted noble status, but they also received unimaginable gold and silver treasures, which made people envious.

Bennett's father, Councilor Lann, also serves as the Chief of Security and Defense of Suramar City, so he is particularly aware of this matter.

Doesn’t the prophet in the portrait have white skin?

With this thought in mind, Bennett suddenly stopped and turned around to look over.

Elune, why are those two still kissing?

He poured magic power into his eyes and activated arcane vision. After seeing the face of the white-skinned foreigner clearly, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Really are……

Truly a prophet!

Bennett was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly strong joy appeared on his face. He could no longer maintain the noble demeanor, and ran towards Suramar City like crazy.

I found the prophet...

The Lann family is prosperous!
Chapter completed!