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"It seems to be. +++ Catino novel website lightnovelpub.net" Although his voice is so hoarse, he can indeed make a sound.

Glitter glanced at the dean with satisfaction, and then looked at Roger with a smile: "It seems that this medicine is still good, do you feel better for your body?"

The dean glanced at him, and wondered if you also started to ask? It is really only allowed the state officials to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light the lights! Of course, he absolutely dared to slander these words in his heart instead of speaking out.

Roger tried to move and shook his head: "I don't feel anything yet."

"We are afraid that your body can't stand it, so we have specially adjusted the medicine. It hasn't worked so soon. You will slowly start to regain your strength." The dean said.

Roger nodded, and then found that it was just as the dean had said. After the drip, his body gradually had a warm wave walking on his limbs. And as they passed, his body was like a layer of ice melted by the warm sun. From the beginning of consciousness, and then to strength, he tried to clenched his fingers, and then squeezed them together, and there was a tingling pain in his palm.

"How is it?" Gretel looked at him nervously.

Roger raised the corners of his lips slightly, supported the edge of the bed with his hands, and sat up very carefully under his watch.

Gritt smiled like a ten-year lottery stockholder who had suddenly won 5 million in buying a lottery ticket. He was so happy that he could not see his eyes. He was expecting Roger to stand up... But after Roger sat up, he didn't move anymore.

"Huh?" Gritt looked at him suspiciously.

"It seems that you have to prepare a wheelchair." It's not that Roger doesn't want to stand up by himself, but after sitting up, he can't use his strength.

Grittle was a little disappointed. He really hoped that Roger would get better soon, even if it was just a little bit better... But if the medicine was suddenly strong, it was still unknown whether it was right or wrong, and he couldn't care about it. Sad for spring and autumn, he hurriedly ordered people to prepare a wheelchair, and then went to Morrie's private estate outside the palace with Roger.

Of course, Morrie was not in the manor at this time. He had to deal with government affairs every day, so he naturally had to go to the palace, but they had a reason not to look for him in the palace.

As soon as the people in the palace are talking and talking, it is easy to leak bad news that they don't want if they are not careful. They also know Mori's current situation, so they won't make trouble.

Secondly, there are many forces in the palace, whether it is Roger or Gritt, they have their own eyeliners, and Morrie can't bring Anora into the palace without any movement.

It was easier for Sanlai to take advantage of Morrie's absence, so when they came outside the manor in a straightforward manner, but were stopped by a bodyguard with no eyesight, their faces sank.

"The prince, your majesty," the bodyguard shivered, as if he wanted to kneel down for them: "I really didn't mean to embarrass you, but the master has always been strange, and the one who moved here told him if he was not there, then No one is allowed to enter the manor... If I let you in now, the master will take my skin off!"

Roger looked at Gritt, who happened to look over, and the two looked at each other, and quickly exchanged unsuspecting glances.

"Don't worry, we won't embarrass you," Gritt sighed lightly, seemingly regretful, but as he said, he did not continue to persecute him: "You immediately call your master and tell him to visit and let him Come back as soon as possible... Your Majesty is in poor health, so you can't stay here for too long."

As he said, he looked at Roger again: "Your Majesty, I still have something to do, so I won’t

I'm here to accompany you, please feel free to contact me if you have any problems. "

Roger nodded, and Gritt strode away.

The bodyguard immediately took out his cell phone. Of course, he didn't have Morrie's private number, so he could only dial the office in the palace, and then reviewed and reported it. It took about ten minutes before he finally contacted Morrie.

But Morrie heard that Roger had arrived at his manor in a wheelchair, where he still had the mind to continue dealing with affairs, and immediately waved his big hand to postpone all matters, and he hurriedly left the palace.

Today, the traffic volume in Wangcheng is extremely high. After being blocked for a long time on the road, Gretel finally arrived at the manor. I thought that Roger shouldn't be in a hurry and went back to the hospital to rest, but when he got out of the car, he saw a man with a stiff figure sitting under the pergola, his eyes burst with undisguised joy.

"Cousin, there is a traffic jam on the street. I came here late, but why did you come here? Has your body improved?" Morrie said, and took the initiative to walk over, pushing Roger's wheelchair into the manor.

However, as he passed the door, he glanced at the bodyguard indifferently: "My cousin's relationship with me is different from that of others, and he is not in good health. How dare you keep him out of the door? Who gave you the dog? Dare? Be smart, go down and get the punishment yourself!"

Roger looked sideways and saw that the bodyguard raised his eyebrows very cooperatively, but there was not much worry in his expression. Knowing that Morrie was acting for himself, he declined to comment.

In fact, if Morrie is really interested, can't he let him enter the manor while talking on the phone with the bodyguard? Covered like this, it can be seen that Anora is hidden in the manor!

Mori's manor is very similar to his own temperament, scattered, unconstrained, and the setting of flowers, grass, stones and water has no rules at all, but it is full of vitality.

Roger seemed to be looking randomly, but he was actually observing all the places where people could hide.

"Cousin, the weather is very good today. Let's sit in the garden for a while. You have been lying on the hospital bed for a long time, and you must have been a little tired. Why don't you just bask outside?" Morrie asked.

Roger nodded.

Morrie asked him to arrange a refreshment, and then pushed Roger to a stop in the best place in the garden. He sat on the bench and looked at him with joy: "Cousin, your body has improved. When will you fully recover?"

"I don't know yet." Roger glanced at him and replied slowly.

"Then you have to take care of it, don't be too tired," Morrie said, and sighed heavily: "I really hope that you will recover soon, and then return the throne to you."

"Throughout the ages, how many people have been fascinated by the word power and lost themselves. You can now control the power of a country smoothly and realize the benefits of being in a high position, but you still don't want to inherit this position?"

Morrie showed a very painful expression: "Power also represents responsibility. The two complement each other. I have always liked a free and unrestrained life. You don't know it. And those nobles are really hard to serve. I've been looking for faults all day, I've had enough of them...Cousin, even if I beg you, get better soon!"

Roger was silent, and an unexplained smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Morrie, you know I stepped into the ghost gate several times recently, and I was only about to step into Huangquan... Then, it was all supported by strong willpower. Come down."

Morrie looked at him admiringly: "Cousin has always been so strong, I see you as a puppet

Like. "

"You know, when hovering at the death line, what am I thinking about?" Roger asked, but didn't wait for him to answer: "I always think about it. I still want to see Nora again. I don't want to talk to myself. The last memory between Nora was a misunderstanding. There were so many people bullying her when I was alive. What should she do if I am not alive?"

"Nora," Morrie's eyes flashed, his voice lowered, and his mood was obscure: "Is it the girl you love?"

"Morrie, Nora is my heart, my life, my everything."

Mo Ligan smiled, his eyes sinking: "Then she is really a lucky girl."

"You have stayed in the royal city for a few months. You should have heard of the things between us... I didn't want to implicate her, so I set up a situation to force her to leave, but that doesn't mean that I have nothing to do with her. She is still The only one in my life! If anyone tries to hurt her, then he is my enemy!"

Morrie pursed his lips and said nothing.

Seeing that he didn't want to admit it, Roger's anger arose in his eyes, and he directly pointed out: "I heard that you sent someone to Gilgood yesterday?"

Morrie was silent for a moment, then looked up with a fearless smile: "Yes."

Roger felt bad when he saw his expression, but he was already impatient and went around with him again, so he emphasized his tone: "Give Nora back to me!"

"What do you mean?" Morrie looked at him with surprise: "Don't you think that I sent someone to Gilgood to kidnap your sweetheart? That's a big misunderstanding, I'm listening Saying that Gilgood is developing well, send someone to learn the scriptures and take some photos back for my reference by the way!"

Roger naturally didn't believe his excuses, but just looked at him coldly.

But Morrie was calm, as if he was telling the truth: "Cousin, you have been in poor health recently and have not taken care of government affairs, so it is not clear... Doesn’t Tyra also have a ruined city? Someone suggested to emulate Jill. Goode, built the ruins into a new city to increase the living area of ​​the place. I can't just listen to them, right, so I sent someone to investigate. These are the truth. If you don’t believe me, I will make the plan. I'll show you all the photos!"

As he said, he turned to go into the house to get something to prove his innocence.

"No need." Roger believed that since he dared to kidnap Nora, he must have prepared the corresponding excuses. He was too lazy to waste time on meaningless things. He only asked with a cold voice, "I will ask you again. Did you kidnap Nora?"

"No." Morrie denied decisively.

"Morrie," Roger's anger grew, and he kept tapping his fingers on the wheelchair: "Actually, you are not the only one in the royal family who can take charge of the royal power on my behalf, but I chose you. Do you know why? I still remember the affection when I was young."

Morrie dropped his head, not looking at him.

"In the family, you are the only one who is closest to me, and only your mind is the simplest... I think you will be my support, I think you will not betray me, but I am too naive, people will change, all the time Everything is changing."

His disappointed tone pierced Morrie's heart like a needle, and he retorted in a panic: "Cousin, I didn't betray you!"

"Morrie," Roger said almost sternly, "Although I am sick, I am not blind, and my mind is not stupid. Are you telling me the truth or lying to me, can't I tell? "