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Gritt reluctantly licked the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, took out a small silver key from his pants pocket and handed it to Roger. +++Mobile reading visit m.lightnovelpub.net

"Of course you can love someone, but the premise is that that person will not threaten your safety. To tell you the truth, I asked someone to go to Tianqi to investigate her background on the night you took Anora from the ball. She is An ordinary merchant's daughter, a native of Apocalypse. And, even if she is Nora Giljid, she disappeared for so many years and suddenly approached you, how can you be sure that she didn't have another plan?"

Seeing that Roger hadn't moved, Gritt forced the key into his hand.

"I'm sorry for deceiving you. If I know that someone will use this to hurt you, then I would rather you stay awake at night. Open this door and you will know that what I said is true or false."

Gritt left after speaking these words, and Roger was stunned, unable to digest the information for a while.

Ryan stood at the top of the stairs and watched the two people silently. He didn't dare to say a word, nor was he qualified to step in.

Gritt wiped away from Ryan. He didn't even share the light with Gritt. He kept looking at Roger worriedly. He wanted to step forward, but he didn't know what to say at this time. He hesitated. , Roger spoke first.

"You know?" Roger looked like a cold star and spoke like frost, his aura was as cold as the moonlight.

Ryan was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, and said solemnly: "Sorry, Your Highness."

"Do you also think she can't be Nora?" Roger inserted the key into the keyhole, his fingertips trembling slightly, in fact, he didn't care about Ryan's answer, he was more like asking himself.

With a sound of "ta", the door opened a small gap. In Roger's memory, the locked room on this floor was the memory of him and Nora.

Roger pushed gently, and the door slowly opened in front of him.

The entire third floor was empty, with only two wicker chairs placed side-to-side, and the dusty memory rolled over at that moment.

He and Nora never had a so-called reunion. It was just a dream after another. The long thoughts made him indulge in it. After all, it was not Gleit that hypnotized him, but he hypnotized himself.

It turns out that Ryan's all-time guard against Anora originated from this. In their eyes, Nora was the dead person who had passed away a long time ago, and they were two completely different people from Anora.

The worry in Ryan’s eyes grew deeper and deeper. His blue eyes looked like a lake with huge waves concealed in his eyes. I don’t know when, he had already come behind Roger, staring at him blankly, waiting to listen. His instructions.

How important he even Nora is to Roger, he is afraid that such a blow will make Roger lose control.

On the contrary, Roger is more sober and calm than ever before. He knows people's doubts and suspicions, and some people even whisper behind his back that he is crazy.

If he hadn't seen Anora's glimpse at the ball, he might have thought he was crazy.

If Anora is not Nora, she has no reason to show such murderous eyes to Roger, who is a stranger to her. Reminiscent of her indifference, her staying away, an idea gradually formed in Roger's mind. .

Roger took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Gritt's number. The call was connected almost instantly. There was a gust of wind through the receiver, and it was supposed that Gritt was still on his way home.

"Do you believe me?"

"Roger..."

"You look

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Believe me? "Roger's voice was calm.

Gritt sighed helplessly. He knew Roger's stubbornness well. When he left, he said everything for that kind of purpose, and he couldn't persuade him anymore.

"Glitter, I know exactly what I'm doing, and I still need you to do me a favor." Roger's tone was not as cold and tough as he used to be, and he sounded extraordinarily sincere.

Grett was silent for a long time, only the sound of hunting wind remained in the receiver. He looked back at the two unopened document bags on the back seat, and took a long breath, his tone full of helplessness:

"wait for me."

Driving around, speeding back to Roger's manor.

They were born in the royal family and had been accustomed to all kinds of fights almost from birth, and they had been used to wrapping themselves in a cold shell. No one except Glitter knew why Roger was so obsessed with Nora.

Even if he said it, most people would just sneer when they heard it, but the truth is that, the girl who carried guns and was willing to take risks for strangers, with a murderous intent, knocked out a crack in Roger's hard shell, making him feel warm.

Glitter went straight to the third floor. Roger was lying on the wicker chair. He closed his eyes and looked very calm. He was not as Glitter thought, and he didn't even feel the slightest sadness.

Gritt threw the file bag in his hand to Roger, and lay down like him on the wicker chair next to him, with his long legs folded casually, he touched the still aching left cheek and couldn't help it. Complain: "You are really not welcome at all."

Roger slowly opened his eyes, opened the file bag slowly, and asked, "What is this?"

"Bomb!" Grett rolled his eyes irritably, "One is Anora's investigation report, and the other is Nora Gilgid's investigation report."

Roger drew a thick stack of documents from the bag and glanced hastily. He didn't know how many times he had read this document about Nora Gilged, and his heart was almost lost.

Another report on Annola is much thinner in comparison. Her childhood record is very few and plain. The family flourished when she was a teenager, and has grown rapidly in recent years.

Roger's expression became more and more soothing, and after reading these two reports, he was firmer in his thoughts.

"Did Anora didn't even have a photo when she was a child?" Roger showed a smile, and Gritt looked at him with doubts.

"When she was a child, her family was not prominent, and it was in the distant Apocalypse. It's normal to have no photos, right?" Greet asked rhetorically.

Roger threw two paper bags on the ground casually, his grim smile on his stern face, and his tone of voice was lighter: "With your ability, even with only one photo, you can make a remake. Get it?"

Gritt twisted his sword eyebrows slightly, resting his cheek in one hand, thinking carefully.

"If you can't even get a photo, it can only prove that she didn't have a single photo in Tianqi at that time. If she couldn't even take a photo in her childhood, how did Anjia in just 20 years? In his time, he has quickly grown into an oil company that can trade with foreign countries?"

"Perhaps it is because of the great power of the settlement. In order to protect the heirs, did he deliberately leave no pictures?" Gritt's brows tightened.

He had seen Nora's body with his own eyes. Although his face was vague and unrecognizable, both the missing wisdom teeth and the scar on the right calf were correct.

"And now Anora is seven points similar to Nora except for her eyebrows

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, And everything else is far behind. "

Roger lifted his chin and motioned him to look at the paper bag on the ground: "Now Nora has indeed changed a lot from when she was a child, but you look at the only photo she left in Tianqi. It looks like she was young. When she was like her now."

He stood up and stretched, as if to convince Grett, and as if to convince himself: "There are many similar people in the world, but do people who can be so similar really exist?"

"Heh." Griet picked up the two Anora's reports and glanced at it, with a bitter smile on his face, muttering to himself, "The eagle pecked the eagle."

Seeing that Roger was about to leave, Gretel asked hurriedly, "What are you going to do? Don't you still have something to help me?"

"No, I will prove my guess myself." Roger waved his hand without looking back, and stalked away from the castle.

Anora’s attitude towards herself must be related to her disappearance for so many years, and her disappearance must be inseparable from the cataclysm of the year. Tracing back to the source, everything must start with Gilgid Castle. He must prove her. It's Nora!

Roger drove to the apartment. The business district was no longer bustling in the middle of the night. The streets were quiet. Occasionally, you could see three or two people in several 24-hour convenience stores, and the speeding car sent out engines in the empty city. The huge roar.

He parked at the door of the apartment at will, knocking on Anora's door eagerly.

Anora was wearing a white silk nightgown, and the luggage Ryan had sent was scattered on the sofa at night. Her face collapsed when she saw Roger. In the middle of the night, she thought it was Tang Hao and Chu. Qian got the news to see her, and opened the door without thinking.

She was about to close the door easily, but Roger stepped against the door first and dragged her out of the door.

Annola was almost furious. After she had said that he would no longer bother her after moving here, she even promised to watch a drama with him tomorrow, why did she even run over in the middle of the night to torture her!

Roger stuffed her into the car with a cold face, drove to the nearest open area, and made a phone call. Three minutes later, there was a sound of helicopter propeller turning in the sky, and then a helicopter stopped steadily at them. On the empty lawn in front.

Roger pulled her out of the car, Anora was vigilant, not knowing what tricks he was going to play, but Roger never said a word no matter what she said.

When the helicopter descended again, Anora's heart almost stopped beating, and the messy city in front of her was her hometown. The ruins were the castle where she once lived. She could hardly hide the sore tears from her nose. .

Roger was standing less than a foot behind her. He could see her shoulders slightly shaking due to depression. Her long brown chestnut hair was picked up and put down by the night wind. He wanted to hug her and comfort her now. , But he tried his best to hold back.

His tone was extraordinarily calm, and he couldn't hear the slightest wave: "Are you crying?"

"No." Anora clung to her last reason, straightened her back, and said in a calm voice as much as possible, "It's just a bit cold."

After that, a windbreaker was draped over her, with the faint scent of soothing fragrance on Roger's body. His hands were pressed on her shoulders, and a warm current flowed out of his palms, but his tone was extremely indifferent.

"Why can't you admit it? Nora, this is your home. Under this rubble, the bones of your relatives are buried. They are rotting here, and they are exposed to the wind and rain together with these mud and rubble, but you even recognize them. Don't dare?"

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