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Strips of blue thunderbolts, like winding earthworms, quickly crawled across the sky. Everywhere you could see the intertwined dense clouds. The dark clouds blocked the sun, making the earth seem like the eerie Nine Nether Abyss. Accompanying thunder and lightning is heavy rain.

The rain poured down from the clouds and was swept by the raging wind. The road seemed even more swift and terrifying. In an instant, it turned into a river. The strong wind blew the rain, causing the Saskobi across Palavon to The river seemed turbulent and fast.

The trees on both sides of the street could only bend down low under the weight of the heavy downpour. They looked overwhelmed. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down the beautiful light in the woods, and it immediately turned into a fire.

However, the downpour also completely extinguished the huge fire mass in an instant, and even the light mist that rose up quickly dissipated under the wash of the heavy rain.

This is the sphere of influence of rain, and everything in the world must be subject to the control of water. The slopes on both sides of the road looked like waterfalls at this moment, and the low places turned into lakes or oceans.

Those sitting in the carriage were lucky. The only troubles might be the rainwater seeping in from the windows and the cracks in the carriage, and the turbid and suffocating air in the carriage. But it was very unfortunate for the Pu people who could only walk on both sides of the carriage. Their gorgeous clothes looked extremely embarrassed in the rain. They were servants accompanying the carriage. Without the master's order, they could only follow the carriage. , even if what falls from the sky is a knife

There are many such scenes. In addition to the crowds running back and forth on the street to hide from the rain, there are also these servants wearing gorgeous satin clothes who have to move slowly on both sides of the carriage like a decoration.

Withdrawing her slightly frowning gaze from outside the window, Berlant Bonnie's eyes flickered a little. The scene in front of her reminded her of what she had seen in Vikia, where it seemed that there was not much difference between nobles and commoners. The only thing Yes, it’s just who is more reserved. Unlike the Palawan in front of me,

"Miss Bonnie, I'm really sorry. We didn't know you would come. Otherwise, my father would be waiting at home." Opposite her, a handsome young man sat, explaining apologetically and looking curiously. , floating over from the opposite side inadvertently from time to time

He is Plais' eldest son, Plashao. His face is a little nervous and anxious. Although he is not a regular knight, but suddenly faced with the visit of the flower of knights who once crowned Kyoto, any man will feel it. Somewhat uncomfortable,

What's more, the Berlant family and the Prais family are famous enemies. When Duke Berlant came back, Prais chose to retire to express his anger and protest.

"It's nothing. The weather in summer is always so changeable. I must have taken the liberty of visiting here." Bonnie Bonnie smiled, gently blew the steaming water glass in her hand, and looked at the glass. The tiny scarlet stamens in the flower are swirling in the clear water glass with the ripples. Their elegant and gorgeous posture is like a group of red-skirted dancers dancing with the wind. Bertrand Bonnie's eyes Some don't,

Watching the tightly wrapped stamen seeds spread out their beautiful grace in the hot water was Bonnie Berlant's favorite thing to do in the past, but this time, she felt a little bored. His eyes looked at the big n in the hall from time to time, seeming to be paying attention to something through the white rain curtain outside.

Soon, Prais came back from outside after getting the news. Heavy footsteps came from the corridor. Prashao, who was sitting opposite Bonnie, stood up quickly.

The Minister of Military Affairs, who was mostly soaked by the rain, still had the same fiery temperament as before. He just put his coat casually on the arm of the n servant, took a clean towel and wiped it casually. I wiped it off, put on a coat handed over by the butler, and walked into the hall where government affairs were discussed without hesitation.

"Are you Miss Berlant?" His sharp eyes retreated from the face of the special envoy from Vikia, and he clearly recognized the identity of the special envoy.

After seeing Bertrand Bonnie nodding, his solemn surprise was enough to prove that he did not know that the special envoy of Vikia was Bertrand Bonnie, the daughter of Duke Bertrand.

"I'm sorry, can you explain me?" Plais asked cautiously. The report I received was that the envoy from the Kingdom of Vecia was requesting an audience, not the daughter of Duke Riedian Brandt.

"I am the special envoy of Wiki, and I am originally from Wiki." Bonnie put down the water glass in her hand with a calm face, and responded calmly. She had met this Lord Plais before, but he really looked like an opponent. We met by identity, and it was at close range, but it was the first time

Also known as the Dark Noble, compared to his father's brave crown and William Dale's deep sophistication, this Lord Plais appears to be somewhat shrewd and capable. Although his face is pale and green from work, his aura shines through from his bones. The rigid aura it emits is like a piece of extremely hard granite. Anyone who wants to collide with it needs to think about whether he is strong enough.

"you......"

Plais opened his mouth, and he saw something different from Bonnie Berlant's face. Duke Berlant was a Vecian. This was a secret only known to a few high-level officials. This kind of secret that may cause an uproar will not be revealed even to the people closest to you.

"My father told me," Bertrand Bonnie responded. "He asked me to take his ashes back to Vikia for burial. This country made him feel chilled. He fulfilled his duty as a knight to his master, and his destination is The world is cold and he just wants to return to his hometown, where his roots are."

"I'm sorry about your father." Plais hesitated for a while and said with an apologetic face. "Actually, there is one thing I have always wanted to say to you. No matter what the rumors are outside, your father is the greatest in Ruidian." warrior

"Thank you." Bonnie nodded, her indifferent face a little pale. This was the second time she heard someone say such words. The first time was the Vekia Falcon, known as the undefeated military god of the mainland, and the second time she heard someone say such words. One is Plais,

"His death is the greatest loss to the Kingdom of Ruidian," Prais sighed,

"But for the sake of necessity, he still has to die, doesn't he?" Berlant Bonnie raised her face and looked directly at him with cold eyes. After more than half a year of Fatty's "dark thoughts", the former cold female knight has become There are more and more signs of transformation into the dark queen,

The ice-like question made Plaice's face turn red and white. He didn't know how to answer. Berlant's death was originally an arrangement of the royal family. It was to resolve the resentment of the Southern Army and to cover up his role in the Northern War. Mistake

"I'm sorry, I said it too harshly. Bonnie is already very grateful that your lord can take care of the Berlant family regardless of past grudges. This matter has nothing to do with your lord in the first place. I am too strong." It seems that she feels that she is a little angry at others. "Thrifty," Berlant Bonnie said apologetically.

"It's nothing, as long as it can help you get rid of your resentment."

Plais said with a wry smile. He could feel Bonnie Bertrand's hatred for the Ruidian royal family. It was undeniable that the royal family went too far in this matter, but Duke Bertrand His death undoubtedly gave the royal family, which had always been constrained by the military, a rare opportunity.

"Coming to the Lord's Mansion this time is just a courtesy as a junior," Bonnie Bertrand said in a slow voice. "As a special envoy of Wikiia, you may offend the Lord at the negotiation table, so you need to come to visit first anyway." Otherwise my father’s heroic spirit will also blame me.”

Bertrand Bonnie stood up from her seat, saluted the surprised Prais across from her, then strode out of the living room, leaving Prais and his son staring at each other.

What's going on? "Pula Shao, who had not yet come back to his senses, blushed. Looking at his stunned son, Plais stood up with a wry smile and said nothing.

Suddenly meeting the daughter of his old friend reminded him of some past memories. In just six months, the Three Musketeers were alone.

It is undeniable that Bertrand has raised a good daughter, who can face his own imposing manner without panic, even those young princes who think they are superior to others cannot do it, and from Bertrand Bonnie, he saw something It has an unusual temperament, a feeling that is heavy and persevering, like weeds sprouting in the dark and growing in the cracks of rocks.

"Inform your sister to come back. There are things she needs to do here." After thinking for a while, Plais suddenly said to Pula Shao behind him. Make the slightest mistake, or we'll be ready for the wrath of the Vecian Falcon."

"Ah? Does father suspect that someone will take the opportunity to provoke a war with the Wikiyans?" Pula Shao's face changed greatly and he quickly stood up from his seat.

"It's hard to say. Palavin is a little out of control now." Prais smiled bitterly. La Shao's face also looked unnatural. He knew what his father meant by "out of control."

Nowadays, centralism is popular in Palawan. As the power of the king becomes more and more concentrated, the nobles of Palawan become more and more arrogant and domineering. They continue to extend their greedy hands to the lords of other regions, and continue to take advantage of war and the king. In the name of His Majesty, we wantonly plunder local resources and wealth.

Facing the lessons learned from the three northern counties, most of the outer feudal lords only dared to be angry and dare not speak out. An undercurrent was surging under the frozen river.

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