Female Knight and Male Princess

Vincent was depressed for almost two years. "

Vincent heard his name and looked up at Taylor bitterly. The return of his friend unharmed makes him happy, but when he thinks that his sadness in the past few years is all in vain, even a loyal fan of Vincent has the urge to beat Taylor.

"Uh..." Tyler felt wronged and could only raise his hand to apologize, "I'm sorry, but Weiwei and I can't do anything..."

Tyler lost all his mana and can only pin his hopes on Lan Weiwei for drawing the summoning circle. This kind of high-level magic circle is extremely profound, Lan Weiwei is a magic rookie, it took more than a year to draw successfully.

After the two of them crossed back to West, they learned that Vincent and Matthew were traveling outside after many inquiries, and no one knew their whereabouts at all.

Taylor tried to contact his uncle, and the Emperor almost dropped his jaw when he learned that his nephew was not dead.

When the crisis of the empire was lifted, Runier I had a vague premonition. But he didn't have time to consider these. The Kingdom of Herron seemed to have a tendency to resist, and war was about to break out. At this moment, a group of nobles who supported the young master rose to a coup and assassinated the regent Abel and the scholar Anderson. The remaining nobles who followed the Regent have no leader, and the current situation is clearly unfavorable to the Kingdom of Herron. A **** sacrifice did not happen.

Solved the external worries, but there are still internal problems. Tyler died, the empire lost its first heir, and the throne of Runier I could only be passed on to his most annoying cousin Charles. So when he saw Tyler, he almost gagged with joy.

"Taylor, my dear Taylor, you must come back, and the uncle's throne will be handed over to you." His Majesty the Emperor eagerly held Taylor's hand and continued to talk for about an hour.

"Uncle, I just come back and have a look, and I'll be leaving in a few days."

"What?! What do I do if you leave?! Are you going to watch the throne fall into Charles' hands? I can't find a woman to marry and have a baby now."

Although he also dislikes his cousin Charles, Taylor must admit that if Charles succeeds, he will be a good emperor. Taking the situation of the Ambrecht Empire, as long as the emperor maintains a normal state, there will be no trouble in this country. As for the excitement of Runier I, it is purely because he and Charles have a private grievance that is difficult to resolve.

Resolutely rejected his uncle's request, what followed was the emperor's hard and soft use. Feeling helpless, Taylor and Lan Weiwei surreptitiously crossed back. The original plan to ask his uncle to help contact Vincent has not had time to say it, I am afraid that even if Taylor proposed, Runier I will use this as a condition to ask Taylor to return to the throne.

"Because of this, your Majesty didn't even come to your wedding?" Matthew asked.

"I think my uncle is still angry." Taylor sighed lightly. Half a year ago, his uncle died of illness in the manor of the fief. Renee inherited the throne, because she was busy with government affairs, she really couldn't spare time to attend the wedding. The few relatives closest to Taylor were absent. The only participants in his wedding with Lan Weiwei were Vincent, Matthew, Arthur and Phyllis.

That's enough. Tyler looked at the familiar faces beside him, and the few people most closely connected with him were here. Except for that person, the person who never thought he would leave him.

"You... haven't you seen Orville again?" Taylor asked hardly.

Vincent shook his head: "I think he should be back where he should go."

The atmosphere fell silent for a while, and Matthew hurriedly came out to finish the game: "Stop talking about it, Tyler, you plan to stay here for a few days this time. Let's get together."

"After this time, I have to return to Tanner City." Although he gave up his post as the city lord of Tanner City, Vincent is still the head of the Dares family. Life is always like this, and there must be responsibilities that have to be shouldered.

"I have to go home too." Matthew smiled. Prince Scott is already very old, and Matthew, as the heir, cannot always be his prodigal poet.

"What about Phyllis?"

"Let's talk about it." Matthew is not afraid to face the rumors about marrying Phyllis, but he knows Phyllis and they also love the freedom of life. It was not what he wanted to tie Felis and himself in the palace.

"Where's Arthur?" Taylor asked the boy who was eating cookies beside him.

Arthur is eleven years old and now looks like a teenager. But the way he chuckles biting the biscuits is still as naive as he used to be.

Hearing Tyler asking him what his plans for the future were, Arthur was crying: "I don't want to go back. Brother Matthew and Brother Vincent are all home. Do I have to go home..."

"Uh, why don't you want to go home?"

Matthew suddenly laughed when he heard this: "This kid is afraid that he can't make a difference when he goes home. He didn't bring a beautiful girl home. He will definitely be beaten by his grandfather."

The eight-year-old is the ambition that has not yet been realized, although Arthur is only eleven years old, why does Taylor have a feeling that a little boy is simply weak.

Speaking of this, he also thought of another idiot with a relationship problem.

"Vincent, are you planning to get married?"

Vincent visibly flinched, and then replied with a slumped face: "I have dedicated my whole body to magic."

"...Forget it, let's not force him."

"Gentlemen, the bride is ready, can the wedding begin?" Phyllis poked her head out of the door.

Tyler couldn't help feeling nervous, and he inhaled without a trace. Although Qiang Zi suppressed the urge to look behind the door, his eyes still involuntarily slipped towards there.

Felice smiled meaningfully, then opened the door, revealing Lan Weiwei standing behind her.

"Wow." Matthew whistled loudly.

Arthur ran to Lan Weiwei happily: "Sister Weiwei, you are so beautiful!"

Lan Weiwei smiled and touched Arthur's head, and looked at Taylor who was standing opposite her. Taylor seemed to be stunned, staring at Lan Weiwei blankly. He was wearing a straight black dress with blond hair tied behind his head. He was so handsome, but he looked silly because of his dazed appearance.

"Puff." Lan Weiwei couldn't help laughing. "Taylor, come and hold my hand." The girl called out softly.

Taylor seemed to be dragged by something, holding the softness that stretched out towards him. Although he had wrapped his soft and warm hands thousands of times, Taylor still felt a rapid and intense heartbeat.

"Yeah~~" Matthew began to take the lead in booing.

But Taylor didn't hear anything at all, what they were calling, what they were laughing at, it didn't matter to Taylor. Even if the sun and the moon are reversed, the stars are changing, and the sea is vicissitudes of life, he just looks at the most beautiful person in his eyes.

"I love you," he whispered.

This is the first frank confession, which contains all of Taylor's power and love.

"I love you too." Lan Weiwei gazed at him tenderly, staring at this man who will be with her for life.

They exchanged rings, exchanged promises. In the blessings of friends, in the warm spring sun. They kissed together tightly.

The author has something to say: It feels like this chapter is more like the end of the text. I will send you a kiss with you, muma~~

71 The Charmander

Charles remembers that the last time he saw his father was on a winter night. There was a problem with a batch of goods shipped to Cayenne City. Because the other customer was very important, his father had to set off on a starry night in order to rush to the capital to deal with the matter as soon as possible.

The mother straightened the cuffs for his father and gently told his father to pay attention to safety on the road. My father is an unsmiling man, but he loves his mother very much, and before the accident, he also loves Charles very much. No, he still loves Shire until now.

He squatted down and touched Shire's little head: "Charre, goodbye, Dad will be back in a few days."

"Dad, can you not send me to my uncle's house." Charles pitifully pulled at his father's sleeve. "I'll be good, so don't send me to my uncle's house, okay?"

The man sighed silently, how could he be willing to separate from the younger son. But Charles actually resorted to black magic. Once this matter is known, not only the Suttcliffe family will suffer. The most important thing is Shire. How will he be treated? Men can't imagine. The heavy facts lay on the man's shoulders. At this moment, he still has to leave home and dare to go to another place thousands of miles away.

"Charle, dear, shall we talk about this later? Dad is going out now. Say goodbye to him."

"Okay." Charles pouted, and reluctantly let go of the man's sleeve. "Goodbye, Dad."

Half a month later, news of his father's death came. The convoy encountered robbers on the road, and his father rushed to Cayenne City, but did not bring enough guards. All the goods were snatched away, but father did not even find the bones.

All this is just the beginning.

One year later, my mother finally couldn't bear the torment of illness and passed away because of too much thinking. Charles has lost his parents. At this time, he is only a seven-year-old boy. There are many loyal servants in the family who are willing to guard the young Patriarch.

Charles didn't know what all of these meant. He knew that his father and mother were gone, and Mr. Yater, the housekeeper, said he would never see them.

"Why? Mr. Yate, why will the nest never see them?" The little boy choked, looking at the old housekeeper in confusion and ignorance.

"My dear, they went to Moore." Yate felt sad, "Moore took care of them, so they left."

Is this Moore's favor? No, no one understands, this is Murphy's favor.

Doom seems to be engulfing Suttcliffe Manor, and only half a year later, the old housekeeper was killed by a spring flu. His wife, Mrs. Art, who was always happy, died in her sleep a year later.

Then there was Charles's tutor, Miss Helen, Mrs. Linda, Mr. Hamel...everyone who got along with Charles died for various reasons. Even though Charles was slow, he gradually realized that something was wrong. The place.

It was that power. He was very sure of this. The young man who had grown up finally understood why his father had sent himself to his uncle's house in Lannu Continent. Black magic, the term that made everyone in Westland fascinated, became the terrible demon that entangled the Shire.

Father, mother, Mr. Yate...every dead soul, it was not Moore, but the mysterious power in Shire who took them away.

Charles began to frantically search for things related to dark magic. He fired all the servants in the manor, staying simple everyday, and never had too much contact with people.

Years of searching, year after year of exploration, the reality has made him even more desperate.

That power is even stronger, and every time the night is quiet, it screams and screams in Shire's body, as if it is about to break out of the body. It is like a shackle, which locks the Shire all the way to happiness. It tortured the thin young man, and when the moon rose to the middle of the sky, Shire would be in pain unbearable, and his whole body was like a knife cut.

Many times Charles thought desperately, just let it hurt. For him, life has no place to hope for.

A sense of guilt, madness, and darkness surrounded him like vines. He can't even commit suicide.

Yes, Charles found that he seemed to be immortal.

Knife cutting, fire, or crushing by heavy objects could not make him die. Even if the injury is severe, the wound will recover in less than a day.

How ridiculous, I killed all the people close to me, but I couldn't kill myself.

At the same time, Shire's body was getting weaker and weaker. That power ate away Shire's life, and even swallowed his soul.

When saving Lance on the road, Charles had a moment of hesitation. He has been alone for too long, and in the long dark night, he can only talk to himself in the empty room. But in the end, he still made a word to let Lance leave.

Lance refused. He was a stone-like man, silent and stubborn.

I am actually very happy, someone is willing to guard such a terrible soul. With a faint hope, Charles let Lance stay by his side. They are getting closer, as masters and servants as well as friends.

It is a pity that fate is always ruthless.

Lance died, right in front of Shire, he was smashed in the head by the rocks falling from the sky.

At that moment, what was thinking in my heart?

Charles couldn't remember it anymore, he calmly took Lance's body back to the manor. Then, for the first time, black magic was used with the power in the body.

"I am willing to guard you forever, even if you die." Lance knelt on the ground and said firmly and decisively.

Oh, Lance, I have done your wish for you. Even if you die, you can stay by my side.

From that day on, Charles took an oath. Throughout his life, no matter what means he uses, he will kill himself.

In the quiet hall, Taylor has been away for a long time. Charles sat on a stone chair, his whole body also like cold stones. It was almost over, and he raised his bones. Finally, everything is about to end.

In the long-term pursuit and pain, he has almost forgotten the feeling of relaxation. Thinking about it carefully, except before the age of six, my happiest time seems to be the time to walk with Lan Weiwei.

Lan Weiwei, he thought of the girl who was always smiling. At first, they approached purposefully, but later, Charles had no idea his true feelings.

Do you really like her?

If you like it, why don't you hesitate to sacrifice her? Taylor was willing to give up his life for Lan Weiwei, but Charles himself was unwilling to survive in pain to save Lan Weiwei.

If you say you don't like it, what is it that makes you feel regretful and sad?

Love is probably the most wonderful thing in this world. Charles couldn't help but laughed slightly, will I see her again? The moment I met was when my true face was revealed. If we meet again, but in the bottom of my heart is so reluctant to give up.

This is the weakness and contradiction of being a human being, Charles thought happily, at least I still have my soul.

If I can, I want to say sorry to you.

But until the last moment on the platform, Charles did not say this sorry.

"Say goodbye, Taylor." He smiled and looked at Lan Weiwei who was struggling frantically under the high platform.

Taylor doesn't want to say goodbye, so let me do it.

goodbye.

He smiled silently at Lan Weiwei, then closed his eyes, and was instantly torn to pieces.

The author has something to say: Memoirs of Sad Boss

72 Orville

"Oville, Orville, where are you going.

The corner of the earth with yellow sand and the turbulent sky of blue waves, is that what you are looking for?

Orville, Orville, when will you return?

If I call your name, if I hold your hand, can you stay for me..."

The song of the bard is long and remote, Orville, the wandering man in the old elves. The singers played the banjo for it, and the girl in the red skirt took a dance step, drunk with the long sadness of this song.

"Orville?" The boy looked at the teenager curiously. "Are you a wanderer? I heard my uncle say you came from the east."

"Yes, Your Highness." At this time, Orville was still a fourteen-five-year-old boy, and he smiled softly, "I have been traveling in the mountains in the east."

"The elves live there." The boy suddenly became excited. "Can you tell me about the elves? I want to visit them, but..."

At this point, the boy bowed his head a little disappointed. He will move to the temple next month. He can no longer get along with his friends day and night, let alone leave Cayenne City and go to the Elven Kingdom thousands of miles away.

"It's a beautiful place. I've been to the snow-capped mountains in the north, the Gobi in the south, and the sea in the west." When Orville mentions a place, the boy's eyes will brighten up, "If you want, I I can tell you all the stories of my travels."

"Of course!" The boy couldn't hide his excitement. He eagerly pulled a chair, "Come on, you sit next to me, I want to hear your story."

That was the first time Orville and Taylor met. At that time, Taylor was not as awkward as after. Although he would try to pretend to look like a small adult, he still often showed the innocence of a child.

"Taylor, this is your chief attendant, Orville Hawke." Runier I took his nephew's little hand.

"His Royal Highness." Orville knelt on one knee, "I will swear allegiance to you, and wherever you look is the place where my sword is unsheathed."

Orville swore allegiance to Tyler, just as he swore allegiance to Margaret three hundred years ago. At that time Orville hadn't realized that the two were different. At least for Taylor, he is more than just a loyal subject to him.

Maybe it was too lonely, in the huge temple, only Orville could give Taylor a little warmth. He watched the boy cry silently in the silent night, watched him stand lost in the stone temple where his mother once lived, watched him try to play a perfect saint in front of others.

He grows up day by day, and the innocence of the past fades away a little bit. Whether it was a decent smile or a soft whisper, as long as Orville knew, those were just Taylor's hard shells.

Even those soft linings are about to disappear. Tyler went to the stone temple less and less frequently, and the empty room was gradually covered with dust and weeds.

A good saint is slowly being born, which is exactly what Orville expected. Shouldn't he be happy? But I don't know why, the young man only feels exhausted.

After Matthew and his father fell out, they ran to the temple specially to invite Tyler to go wandering with him. The young and energetic gray-haired boy scolded his father fiercely, and said fiercely that he would never go home in the future.

"What happened?"

Taylor hesitated for a while, and told Orville the matter: "Didn't Matthew's mother passed away very early? He, he only recently learned that Prince Scott had always lied to him. His mother was not. It was because of dystocia, but..." Taylor was a little hard to say, "Because of his low status as a mother, Prince Scott could not admit her existence, and took the child away as soon as Matthew was born. Then, it didn't take long. Matthew’s mother was overthinking about passing away."

"My mother's existence was erased, and she was forced to separate from herself. It is inevitable for Matthew to be so sad." Taylor looked at his friend worriedly.

"I want to leave that old man completely!" Thinking of his mother who had never met, Matthew couldn't help but feel heartache, "Taylor, leave with me. Are you going to be a saint for a lifetime? Just disguise yourself as a man His identity has not been recognized!"

"I..." Taylor didn't know how to answer.

"Let's go wandering with me, let's go to the fairy kingdom, go to see the mountains and the water, we can also go out to sea!"

Orville saw Tyler's eyes lit up. How long hasn't he seen Tyler's longing eyes? He almost thought Tyler was about to agree, and the bird trapped in the cage would not lose its desire to fly even if its wings were broken.

"No." Taylor refused.

"Why?!"

Taylor left in a hurry before Matthew asked to understand. Matthew finally embarked on the journey alone, the day he left, Orville found Taylor in the stone temple.

The blonde boy was sitting on the broken wall outside the stone temple, just when the sun was setting. The dazzling glow is plated on his soft silhouette, like a **** in the sky, holy and beautiful.

"Orville." Taylor smiled at Orville. "I've probably stayed here for the rest of my life."

"No." For the first time, Orville gave a positive answer, "You won't stay here all the time."

"Really." Taylor didn't need an answer, and the topic was quickly ignored. Tyler probably forgot about it a long time ago, he had responded to him like this before.

Why did you answer that way at the time?

As the messenger of the gods, Taylor's future destiny will be firmly held by Orville. He will always play the role of a saint, even if he completes his mission, he will stand on this altar.

Perhaps, since then, I have already softened my heart. After all, he has invested too much affection for this child. After more than ten years of company, even the envoy can't keep himself calm.

After discovering that Tyler liked Lan Weiwei, Orville had to admit that he was probably relieved. Finally someone can come to comfort the child, and in the days to come, he will probably not be alone anymore.

But soon, he was shocked to find the contradiction. Lan Weiwei, a brave from another world who is destined to be sacrificed, if she and Taylor are allowed to continue, it is still Taylor who will eventually be harmed.

It's been a long time since I recalled what happened three hundred years ago, but Orville couldn't help thinking, is the tragedy of Margaret and Ron going to be repeated on Taylor and Lan Weiwei?

"The goddess will finally come, and it is in charge of God's will.

The dense forest opens, the abyss is boiling, the past is the future, and the future is the past.

It is supreme, it transcends everything, it comes from a distance, it disappears in the long night. "

The oracle on the stone slab is still vivid. No one knows that the "it" in the last sentence refers to neither the saint nor the **** Moore, but the brave who can kill the son of darkness.

The past is the future, and the future is the past. This prophecy indicating that the battle of the fire kite will come again, is it not a mockery of the repeated entanglement fate of the saint and the brave.

But Orville couldn't stop Taylor's feelings from continuing to heat up. He watched Taylor sink deeper and deeper, but he couldn't stop his hand that moved the chart.

What is the meaning of the existence of the gods? Is it really as shown by the gods, is it the lantern to guide the people of the mortal world?

For the first time, Orville smiled feebly. He can't even control himself, how can he control other people.

"I hate you." When saying goodbye to Margaret, the woman whispered softly to him.

Regardless of hate or love, these short-lived emotions are not important to me. I was afraid that I didn't expect that one day, he would be so afraid of Taylor hating himself.

After all, he still didn't have the courage to ask, he watched Tyler jump off the altar, and he didn't even have the power to stop him.

"When this matter is over, I plan to leave Cayenne City." Orville still remembers Tyler's tired but relaxed expression when he said this. Is this your departure? Don't need to stay in the temple for a lifetime, but the price is life?

Suddenly, the young man felt that something was wrong. The magic trace he had quietly left on Tyler remained unchanged. Taylor jumped off the altar, but he didn't feel his death.

Great joy and surprise hit, Orville tried his best to keep calm and handed Lan Weiwei to Vincent. He had a bold idea, but it still needs to be confirmed.

It turned out that Orville was right. After carefully inspecting the inner wall of the altar, Orville had mixed feelings.

"Moore, thank you for your blessing." He knelt down religiously under the stars, not for himself as an envoy, but for himself as Orville.

The next thing was simple, he brought back news of Taylor's death, and since then, the saint Taylor has disappeared. The bird left the cage and was finally able to soar freely in the high sky.

"You... haven't you seen Orville again?" Taylor's arduous voice came from the room.

No need to see you again, Taylor.

A young man in black looked at the beautiful hut dotted with flowers from a distance. In his vision, the happy pair of men and women were kissing each other tightly.

Be happy, he said softly in his heart.

"Oville, Orville, where are you going."

I want to go to the end of time, to the last place to sleep.

The author has something to say: Although Wo writes full of basic feelings, Orville’s feelings for Taylor are very pure. After all, the two have been together for more than ten years. Orville watched Taylor grow up, so there will be a future. Nostalgia and confusion are completely different from the simple guidance of the first saint at that time

As for the final ending, because it is a three-hundred-year cycle, Orville will fall asleep again, until he is required to guide the new saint again.

Just the sauce, okay ╭(╯3╰)╮

73 Marguerite

Halfway through the candle, the cold tears of the candle piled up on the brass lampstand, and the dim light from the fire reflected on it, like a tiny twisted ghost, with a strange surprise. A slender hand reached out and cut off the excess candle wick.

"It's getting bright soon," Ferdinand whispered.

The woman at the desk was silent. She had sat in this position all night. All the limbs were numb, and together with her heart, only stagnant blood remained in the body.

"Mary, it's going to dawn." Ferdinand reminded again.

This was the second day they set foot on Murphy Land, and the army was stationed in a clearing in the valley. A normal day was completely disrupted by Orville's words.

"Mary!" The woman ignored herself all the time, and Ferdinand was a little uncomfortable. "Are you still hesitating? If everything goes well, we will be able to reach Garinburg in seven or eight days. There is no time to hesitate. Sooner or later, a decision is to be made."

"Isn't it already decided?" Margaret finally spoke, and the long silence made her voice slightly hoarse, "I have no choice, do I?"

Ferdinand was speechless for a while, as Margaret said, Orville was not letting them make a decision, but just informing them of the next steps. Make a choice before Westland and Ron, no one will choose Ron.

Ferdinand can easily make a decision, but what about Margaret? Although he didn't want to admit it, Ferdinand knew early on that Marguerite had fallen in love with the alien guy.

"Mary, it's not your fault." Ferdinand is a wise man, and would never show rejoice and ecstasy at this time. He comforted Marguerite patiently, and the long-term friendship allowed Ferdinand to know Marguerite well. Even if he loves that man more than himself, he will never give up responsibility for love.

"Heh..." Margaret sneered suddenly, "I know what you are thinking, Ferdinand. Even if Ron is dead, I won't fall in love with you."

The secret mind was pierced by a finger, Ferdinand calmly said: "Mary, you are too tired. This situation is not caused by me, yes, I am indeed jealous of Ron, because I love you. A man because My beloved woman is jealous because her heart belongs to her, is there anything wrong with it? But I never thought about what to do with Ron. This is how the world is, the day you met Orville, didn’t you already understand us? It's just a chess piece of the gods."

"Yes, you are right..." Margaret covered her face wearily, "I can't do it, we can't do it..." The immense pressure made her mentally exhausted. The only thing that can listen to her is to know the truth at the same time. Ferdinand.

"I'm very tired, Ferdinand. I thought about it all night, hoping to find a way to save Ron, but no... not at all, even if I'm willing to die for him."

"Don't be stupid, Mary. You can't replace him. Moore chose him. No one can replace him."

"Actually, there is a way." Margaret said suddenly.

Ferdinand grumbled in his heart: "What method."

"That's a kind of black magic. You can swap the blood of two people to exchange their power and flesh and blood." Margaret sighed, "Unfortunately, I don't know black magic, and there will be no one who knows black magic willing. help me."

"I know you have done your best." Ferdinand said with a breath and put it back in his heart, "You are willing to do everything for him, you have nothing to apologize to him."

"I betrayed him!" Margaret was suddenly excited. "I cheated him and watched him die! I can't do it! I can't do it!" Tears stayed almost instantly. Yes, Margaret was suffocating in pain, "I would rather Orville tell me nothing! I would rather West be ruined like this!"

"Mary, what are you talking about!" Ferdinand was shocked. "That is a million lives! You can't give up if you say you give up! Think about your identity, you are a saint, and you don't want to be sorry for Luo Hmm, should we be sorry to the people of West?"

"But I'm in pain, I'm really in pain..." Margaret cried loudly.

Ferdinand had never seen Marguerite when she was so gloomy, she always looked calm and calm, which is why this woman attracted him. He became confused for a while, is this a manifestation of deep love? That being said, I probably didn't love Margaret that much.

I don't know how long it has been crying, Marguerite finally calmed down. She took the handkerchief handed over by Ferdinand, wiped away the tears on her face, and became the perfect saint again.

"I'm gaffe." Margaret smiled reluctantly.

"You should take a good rest."

"No, I still have important things to do." Margaret stared at Ferdinand. "Make a deal, Ferdinand."

"What deal?"

"You do one thing for me. After the war is over, I will marry you."

Hearing this, Ferdinand's expression suddenly became serious. They all know how much Margaret means to the people. It can be said that getting Margaret's support is equivalent to gaining all the people's hearts in Westland.

This war has been going on for many years, and the dawn of victory is in sight. After the war is over, West will inevitably need a newly established empire. Who is the leader of the empire has become the most concerned thing for the upper-class people in the army today.

The most competitive are Ferdinand and Roman of the Proust family. They are also powerful nobles. Roman and Ferdinand are the same kind of people. They have ambitions and will do whatever they can to their own ends. Before that, Margaret had never revealed which side he supported in order to avoid a wave of military sentiment. If Margaret really marries herself, the emperor of the new empire will be captured.

"What do you want me to do for you? About Ron?"

"Don't worry, I don't want you to save Ron." Margaret couldn't help but pause for a while when he mentioned the name, "I know the reality can't be changed, but even if there is only a little hope, I will give it a try. "

"I will leave the camp tonight and sneak into Garlinburg. I just need you to conceal my whereabouts for me so that no one will find that I am not in the team."

"What the **** are you going to do? Mary, I will never help you unless you make it clear, even if you marry Roman now."

Margaret looked calm: "I want to deploy a magic circle and a teleportation circle in the altar of the abyss, so Ron may have a chance to survive."

"Are you crazy?! Let's not talk about how strict the altar guards are, how do you arrange it? Your power has been compressed because of the geographical relationship. You need a lot of source power to deploy an array in the abyss altar, don't you? do you know?"

"I don't care anymore." Margaret smiled faintly, "I plan to use a blood formation so that the chances of success in the formation will be greater."

"This will exhaust your vitality!" Ferdinand was furious, "Are you not even wanting your life for that guy?!"

"I've already said that, if I can, I am willing to die in place of Ron." Margaret seems to be talking about an inconsequential matter, "Would you like to help me, or I can find Roman. Don’t be afraid that I will die suddenly. Even with a blood formation, I can still live for three or four years."

"You are threatening me!"

"We just get what we need."

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