Song of Time – Dusk Awakening Verse

When Elder Moredia arrived at the banquet with Mrs. Lovina, Shun was in front of Lonnie's seat, greeting his belated father, Marquis Pluto West.

Baron Sistine had already gone to the gate to greet him early in the morning. Ambassador Ye Xu is a loyal fan of the sky singer. He also heard that the lady was there and went to watch with the excuse of being addicted to cigarettes. There were only five people left at the table. After going back and forth, I talked about the projector.

"His Royal Highness asked by coincidence. We have developed a new model that supports real-time recording. It will be formally tested at Ms. Lovina's concert, and your Royal Highness will be able to see its true effect by then." Already over half a hundred years old, when I talk about business, I am still stubborn, not missing the slightest opportunity. He was wearing a light gray shirt and trousers, a black short silk robe, and his whole body was steady and capable. Except for the short reddish hair, he almost resembled the dull son with a gloomy face beside him.

But the prince said by the way, he was still thinking about tracing the culprit, and he just smiled and said perfunctorily: "I also heard Lonnie mention it, and I wish you every success.

"Thank you, Your Majesty..." Seeing that he was unmoved, the Marquis couldn't miss this great opportunity to sell goods, and continued to add a bargaining chip. "I just came back from Rock City this time. I wonder if your Highness has heard of The mercenary meeting will be held soon?"

"Hear something."

"Such a large-scale event is unprecedented. The large and small hotels in Rock City are almost full of power people who have heard from all over the place. To tell you, I have made a contract with Admiral Salerno. The whole process will be recorded and broadcasted by our Wester’s new projector. If your Royal Highness is interested in the conference, you only need to purchase a terminal and you can watch the grand event without going out."

"Oh? Can you watch it alone in the capital?" Shun thought that this projector is about the same as broadcasting. It won't work beyond the distance, but if you are in the capital, you can receive images from the other side. It is really incredibly convenient. .

"Of course some auxiliary equipment is needed..." The Marquis saw that the fish was about to take the bait and knew the need to put a long line. He continued to throw the bait. "But because it is the test period, as long as your Royal Highness purchases a terminal, we can build a complete set of equipment for you for free. I don’t know what you want?"

"If you say that, I really want to try it..."

"That's great! If your Highness is free in the near future, you are always welcome to visit our workshop, Lonnie...Lonnie?" He even yelled twice but didn't receive a response, his expression remained unchanged, but Quietly took a short wooden cane and tapped his son's thigh three times under the table.

"Huh?" Kuo Shao didn't know what he was thinking, he almost jumped up when he was startled, and after a long time, he turned his head blankly to look at his father.

The Marquis was furious with his ignorantly motivated and confused son. Once this promising business was finalized, it was almost equivalent to opening up the infinite and vast Takikuni market. How could he tolerate any mistakes at the point of view, he could only pretend to be Nothing happened, and said with a smile: "When your Highness wants to go, just give me an order and I will ask Lonnie to accompany you."

"Alright, that's a lot of work." The prince leaned over and glanced at Lonnie. Kuo Shao's stiff face finally flicked a few times, but there was no answer, and another beating came from his leg.

"No, no trouble..." He stammered and uttered a few words. The crooked smile on the corner of his mouth was more ugly than crying, and his father was irritated. He asked him to go and say hello to the Count of Crono and call him. To drive far, not to see is to be done.

Shun looked at Lonny Fei's figure who seemed to run away, and Zhuangruo asked casually: "Your Excellency seems to have a deep friendship with Count Crono?"

The Marquis was thinking about how to alleviate the embarrassment, and hurriedly said with a smile: "His Royal Highness does not know something. Our two families are relatives. Of course, the relationship is not ordinary."

"That's it..." The prince had already investigated the information of the West family, and then asked, "The lonely son of the Crono family hit it off at first sight, and I felt like it. I would like to invite him back to Beijing for a treat. Japan, I wonder if it will be abrupt?"

Although the Marquis was a little jealous of the Crown Prince's blue eyes in the Crono family, the two were already sharing the same honor and disgrace. He naturally wanted to be able to climb this relationship. He laughed and flattered and said: "His Royal Highness is really worried, this But it's a great honor, he will definitely not refuse."

"I hope so. This is the first time I have come to the South Island. I don't know much about the taboo here. I'm afraid that in case of improper speech..." Shun squinted his eyes and glanced at the Marquis of West. , I will tell him."

The prince achieved his goal and nodded in satisfaction. After a glance, Baron Sistine was leading the crowd to lean on this side, and he was approaching. The Marquis of West didn't seem to want to be too conspicuous, so he avoided the focus of the banquet with an excuse. Shun looked at the central circle surrounded by flatterers, but did not find Mrs. Lovina in it. Naturally, he did not see Ambassador Ye Xu appearing, and he did not dare to show this uncle. His mind can only shake his head.

"His Royal Highness, please allow me to introduce to you... This is Your Excellency Freire, one of the three elders of the sect." The baron led the tall white robe figure to the table with an impeccable smile on his face. From the introduction, "Your Excellency Fryer lives in seclusion all year round. It is rare to see him on weekdays. It is really fate to meet your Highness here today."

"Your Excellency, Elder Fryer, fortunately meeting." Shun nodded and was about to step forward to salute. The black robe inspector behind him suddenly came to whisper, making his steps slightly stagnant.

Is it a high-level power? A bit of surprise flashed in his eyes for an instant, but he didn't think much of it. Although high-ranking powers are rare in the South Island, they are not rare. At least there are no more than a dozen people in the evening banquet hall - this was confirmed by the dedicated inspector when he first came in. He pretended not to know, and with a sincere smile, he invited the elders to sit with him. He spoke the scene politely, but he didn't know that someone in the distance was afraid of this scene and was fidgeting.

As far as I can see, the dark lord is sitting opposite the prince with a gentle smile, sweating with horror.

The distance between the two of them is almost within easy reach. In case the other party intends to harm him, even if Shun carries a holy artifact that can protect him, it will be difficult to react in an instant... His eyes stuck to the three-foot square table. The second dared not to blink, for fear that the prince would be in danger next moment.

How to do? What reason can I use to step forward? How can I persuade him to leave without letting him doubt me... The Gun Guard has not recovered from the anger of being deceived by his mother just now, and immediately panicked due to the sinister situation of his friend, and countless thoughts are like fighting soldiers on the battlefield, disturbing He was so confused that he could only stand in the westernmost corner, but couldn't take a step.

The prince has revealed his identity without any scruples, but because of "Miss Wen", he still can only hide in the dark. He was extremely flustered, and a little bit of complaint suddenly appeared. If Shun hadn't used a female phantom to sway around, everyone knew, how could he have fallen into such an embarrassing situation now...

The situation is critical now, and we can't wait any longer. Even if it's a farce of knocking over a wine glass, Shun must be pulled out! He took a deep breath, squeezed the cup of tea in his hand, and was about to step forward, when he suddenly heard a dry and low voice behind him: "Mr. Snooker."

He turned his head abruptly, and Louis, an old butler in black, was standing in the side shading pavilion, nodding at him with a strange smile: "Long time no see, how have you been?"

He never thought that the old man would appear in front of him like this, his mind was confused, and he replied: "...good."

"My lady knows that you are also at the meeting, and I specifically ask the old man to come and ask you something..." The old man stepped forward slowly, like a visitor from afar for the first time, his face was almost indifferent, only his eyes flashed from time to time There was a little excitement and sheen, "I don't know when you can finish the set thing?"

Knowing as far as possible that this was asking himself when he was leaving the island, but he was banned for two days and couldn't find a chance to tell it, so he could only perfuse: "I will as soon as possible."

"That's good, that's good... I have received a lot of attention from you last time, and the old man has never been able to thank you. This is a little bit of care. Please accept it." The old housekeeper took out a black wooden box with a wide palm from his pocket. , Gently placed it on the table, before he could respond, bowed slightly, turned around and walked slowly away with a very reluctant glance.

I didn't know what to say as far as I could. I stared at the slightly hunched figure in the wind, only to realize it for a long time. Then I turned my head and looked at Shun's place. There was no one to see.

Damn it! The original plan was thrown into the water. After quickly scanning the venue, he finally saw the black-clothed and black-haired prince on the central high platform. At this moment, he was standing with the white-clothed elder, waving to the crowd constantly-finally The guests have arrived, and it seems that the dinner will officially begin.

He has lost his best time. At this moment, if he wants to step forward, he will be blocked by the many powerful guards secretly arranged near the high platform... He looked at the waiters in white who filed into the entrances everywhere, holding the cup of tea. After thinking about it again, I finally sat back on the chair slowly, grabbed the wooden box casually, and stuffed it into his pocket without even looking at it.

I hope that I was worrying about it... After all, that person also has a decent identity, and today is a banquet hosted by a Protestant sect. He will not rush in the crowd... He is helpless at the moment, and can only stare at the people on the high platform unrelentingly. The white-robed elder, when he was fully absorbed, had completely ignored the respectful greetings of the waiters as they walked by, and naturally did not notice the green figure hidden in the bushes outside the small pavilion.

The last rouge-like red light on the horizon finally sank into the sea, the bright moonlight shining on the sparkling waves, and the ebb and flow of the tide, as usual.

Standing alone on the coast at the northernmost end of the courtyard, Verut was holding a glass of golden fragrant wine, watching the turbid waves rolling outside the guardrail, and suddenly thought of the bonfire party that day he attended in the fishing village.

The banquet that day was far less decent than today, there was no gorgeous clothes, no elegant tableware, no courteous waiters, and rows of exquisite desserts with extravagant workmanship. Even because the food was not too much, he couldn't eat enough, but the joy and warmth in his heart at that time were more precious than everything he got on the glitzy social field, and even unforgettable.

He never liked the hypocritical aristocratic tone, nor did he like to rack his brains to greet others. However, as the only heir to the Krono family, learning how to roll in the aristocratic circle is not only a responsibility, but an instinct. . In this silent and invisible power battlefield, once this instinct is lost, the Krono family will be like a tree without roots, and it will be impossible to escape the collapse.

At this time, the banquet had just begun. The presidential candidate as the protagonist was making generous speeches on the high platform, with a faint hoarse tone in the circumflex, and it seemed that the cumbersome communication ceremony before the banquet made him a lot of physical effort.

While everyone was paying attention to the opening speech, he greeted his parents and hid quietly in this corner of the seaside, stealing a moment of peace. But not long after he had been resting, an uninvited guest stepped on vain steps, breaking the private space he enjoyed alone.

"You're really looking for a place..." Lonnie held a glass of purple-red wine, swayed to the side of the guardrail, with a reddish color on his face, and seemed to be drunk. "Why didn't I see you talking to the elders? Hello? He is your teacher, so he must know how to seize the opportunity to behave..."

Virut saw him look drunk and couldn't stand on his feet. He was surprised to think that he was not a small drinker: "In a bad mood?"

"...It's none of your business." Kuo Shao took a big sip of wine and bared his fangs fiercely. "My buddy has been harmed this time, so be careful. Don't just go with a woman!"

It turned out to be a frustration in love... This cousin always likes to mess with flowers and grass, and Virut is not worried, only when he is talking drunk, lightly drunk, and still looking at the sea in silence.

After Lonnie drank the glass of boring wine in two or three sips, he threw it into the sea as if venting his anger, swaying as he was about to get another glass, and suddenly a dark shadow flashed across his eyes. He subconsciously raised his divine power and smelled a faint irritating odor, and turned his head blankly. Only the back of Virut stood upright on the coast without seeing any abnormalities.

"You..." The shadow he was just drunk and dazzled, but this smell...Could it be that kid farting? He suddenly grasped the other person's handle, and thought that this cousin had the thinnest face, he must be embarrassed to admit it, so he winked his eyes at the silver-haired youth from the reputation, and whispered with a drunken smile: "It's okay, it's okay. ...Then what, the toilet is over there..." He flicked his hand and pointed to the side, not wanting to make the other person feel embarrassed, then snickered and turned back to get the drink.

WC? What does this mean...Virut looked at his back inexplicably, not knowing where it came from, but in the next second, he was attracted by the sudden situation next to him.

"Virut, it's me..." A hurried whisper came from behind the small bushes beside him, making his complexion change drastically. He walked two steps tightly to the bushes and pretended to look at the scenery. A sentence was leaked and asked: "What are you doing? There are detectors everywhere, be careful to show your feet!"

"I..." The Shadow Assassin hiding in the dark just uttered a word, but was interrupted softly by him: "Don't speak yet."

A waitress in white who was holding a hip flask walked in front of him. Seeing that there was not much Fragrant Snow in his hand, she immediately saluted: "Do you need another glass?"

"No need." Virut smiled and shook his head, and passed the wine glass forward. After the waiter took it and walked away, he took the opportunity to arrange his clothes and hooked to the bushes. A group of black shadows immediately popped out of it, and melted into his shadow like drops of water. He took the possessed Saiker and walked a few steps north if nothing had happened, clinging to the guardrail, pretending to look up at the moon, and inquired in a low voice.

"What's the matter?" As soon as he uttered his mosquito voice, he was submerged in the surging tide, and no one could hear him except for Saiker, who was almost in his ear.

The shadow assassin turned into a dark shadow of divine power, unable to speak at this moment, and could only control the shadow to quickly emerge a few black words before his eyes: "Fishing...cun...something happened."

What happened to the fishing village? What happened? Upon hearing this, Velut felt a chill in his heart for some reason. He was about to ask in detail. Suddenly, there was thunderous applause around him, and then a group of flashes of white light lit up on the shore, almost The unguarded Saiker forced out of the shadows.

what happened! ? He quickly raised his hand to cover it, and squinted his eyes to look at the light. Accompanied by sweet golden bells, a round table carved with blue crystal rose slowly outside the beach on the west side, and a bubble-like shield enveloped the table, blocking all the sea water outside. At the center of the round table, Mrs. Lovina, in a white gauze skirt, stood like a small willow, smiling and waving to the countless figures in and outside the courtyard.

As the table top rises, the energy shield gradually fades, and the perennial sea breeze blows her white sleeves like clouds and snow, and also brings a clear greeting: "It is a great honor to be here today with everyone... …Please allow me to take this opportunity to express my sincere respect to Her Royal Highness with a newly composed song...At the same time, I also wish your Excellency the Baron will win this election smoothly."

The aristocrats sitting inside were all crazy because of this unexpected live performance, rushing towards the guardrail to seize a good position to see the idols. Virut stared at the crowds not far away, with no way to go back. He could only hold on to the guardrail to prevent it from being pushed out.

Soon he was caught in the middle of these reckless noble relatives, almost unable to move, and his ears were full of babble. While he was worried about whether Secor would reveal the flaws and be noticed, he was also worried about the bad news that I didn't know the details.

In an instant, there was a silence around, and only ethereal music remained, echoing in everyone's hearts with the ancient tidal sound:

"

Where is the boundless ocean hidden

Her sleeping palace

The pure white moon flows for a long time

Melt into her eyes

The sadness that remains in the deepest place

She never forgot

Let all the hesitation close to her gentle chest

After leaving the troubles

Let me listen to the most honest ~ hope

...

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