Chapter 392

In the curfew's blade camp, there is only a wind in the street.

The two people in the cabin are silent and thoughtful.

"After seeing the tragedy of the Black Sands and the changes in the city, in the days of the most frustration, decadence, frustration, boredom, and constant conflict with my father, I returned to my old fief and locked myself up. ”

The fast rope looked at the illuminating lights faintly.

"In the wilderness of a remote country, I met Dana."

Hearing a strange name, Taylor could not help but frown:

"Dana?"

The fast rope is still awkward.

"On the surface, she is just a common shepherdess."

"When that afternoon, I was impatient to say that I was a relative of the nearby order officer. When she broke into the guarded sheepfold, she was only an accident. It was even more impossible to steal her sheep. She immediately claimed 20 silver coins from me. It was a frightening one of her milk goats."

The fast rope was immersed in the memories of the past, and he smiled: "I lost a milky ewes and turned to knock on a rich fat sheep. Why not?"

"We know this way - the domineering shepherdess and the self-defeating stealing sheep thief."

Tyres looked at each other's expression and found that the eyes of the fast rope were extremely gentle.

“Does she have anything special?” he could not help asking.

The fast rope raised his head and tilted his mouth.

"Hey, Dana is the most special," like an ordinary person who shows off his wife to his neighbors. The fast-track expression is interesting and his tone is smug: "Especially after being raised by a tempered dwarf old man."

"She always laughs, lively and unrestrained, even after the father's unfortunate death. Even if she is based on the standards of the northern people, she is very unruly - her dwarf adoptive father teaches her to teach the sheep by means of a hammer. God, it’s really painful to be pumped by her shepherd's cane."

Morar, who changed his name, still smiled. Tells read the unique ease of belonging to the fast rope from his complaint.

Obviously, he didn't hate Dana's cane as he said.

"Dana is working in two jobs, one shepherd is milking, one is helping in a pub, but she is a shrewd girl."

Speaking of the girl, the fast-tracked eyebrows danced: "She had waved her cane, and she fled five or six stealing sheep thieves and fled. She used the hidden color of the village chief to beat her, and she used to talk about the alcoholic drinker. When she got the money bag empty, she knew how to use tricks to trick the tavern boss who deducted her money, and to counter the boss who bullied her."

Following the other's story, Tyres hangs his head and depicts this unusual shepherd girl in her head: sultry, cheerful, and waving a cane like a fierce and cute little wolf, protecting her with her forelimbs. Food, dancing claws around the teeth.

“She often looks at the coins hidden under the bed with her eyes bright, but not like the other girls in the village, just to dowry the dowry, and then lean on a man who is willing to marry her for a lifetime, or dress up for a show, Looking forward to becoming a mistress of a big man."

"Because she always believes that her life will not be bound by anything."

The eyes of the fast rope fainted: "The opposite is true to me."

He obsessedly looked at the lights: "She believes that one day, she will save enough money, then board the carriage to the outside of the village, arrive at the port of the Elk City, buy a boat, and become a female voyage for adventure. Home, travel around the world, and spend a lifetime in the stormy waves and the mirage."

Female navigator.

What Taylors thought of, subconsciously looking at the fast rope.

"But she doesn't know that except for the passengers, the nautical boat does not accept women. They think that the woman at sea is ominous." The fast rope lowered his eyes and his mouth continued to rise: "An old sailor told me that the shepherd girl does not like the same sex."

Taylors did not speak.

"I don't know if it's love, or just a good feeling, but at least when I'm lying next to Dana, smelling the smell of goat's milk on her body, watching her cheerful and lively smile, even tasting her lips. When I am soft, I can forget a lot of things that are not good."

The fast rope is dull: "In front of her, I am Morar, not the heir to the walking dead. I can say my true desires and thoughts loudly, and I don’t have to say that the desire to travel around the world is The mercenary’s dream is to show that he is a tough Northland warrior."

The fast rope stopped and seemed to taste the mood at that moment.

The moonlight was shrouded in clouds, the inferior lamp oil was slowly exhausted, and the simple structure of the clay structure became darker and darker.

But no one wants to redefine the lights.

"Later?" Taylors said in the dark.

The fast rope took a breath and changed his position.

He seems to have just returned to God and continue his story: "In this way, I am going back and forth between Longyan City and the Fengdi, while witnessing the darkness and distortion of power, while feeling the joy and gentleness of Dana."

"For Dana, for her ideals of traveling around the world, I tried to cater to my father's request, but only resisted his marriage. I tried to convince him again and again, the future of Longcheng City. There must be a wife who is in political interest, so I can't be hasty."

"My father was very pleased. He thought that I had opened up. I know how to weigh the pros and cons for Longyan City. Although he doesn't know the reason why I suddenly cheered up, he doesn't care so much. He probably thinks that discipline is the same as that of Suril. ""

The fast rope smirked, and the laughter was a faint sadness.

"But, of course, this can't last long."

"My father still found a good wife for me. Let me try it out in the name of modifying the Fortress and the Covenant, even though she and her family are both in the enemy."

Fortress and Covenant.

Enemy.

At that moment, Tyres suddenly raised his head and was puzzled by the surprise.

"So, you sent out six years ago..."

The fast rope nodded and sighed silently: "Yes, six years ago, according to the plan, after the revision of the "Covenant," Longyan City will be their heirs, the feud of the Lombard family, the Imperial nobles, the Duke of Aarond. A single woman asks for a kiss."

He shook his head in disgust: "Despite more than a decade ago, Exeter just hanged the Duke of Old Arend, in the cold castle."

Tyres frowned: "Miranda? How is it possible?"

Fast rope sighed.

"Whether seeking relatives or "the covenant" is only a means, the father does not want to let the Star Kingdom slowly recover after the war, and does not want to take the fortress as a pretext for the self-respect of the black sand, he wants to test the King of Kaiser and the family of Aaron By the way, hit the black sand collar, the reaction of the three will tell us what to do next."

"So this is what you mean," said Taylors:

"Prepare for the next war or negotiation, whether it is the stars or the black sand collar."

New star, and dragon blood.

He tightened his arm.

The fast rope snorted, and the tone revealed irony: "Yes, whether it is to draw your northern border, to differentiate the interior of the stars, or to modify the "Harmony" to gain benefits, suppress the black sand collar, and accumulate the prestige of the future king selection by the way... ...Father, he is always so well-planned, and he has a lot of things to do. He can play a lot of things and have a profound meaning."

Speaking of King Nunn, the mood of the fast rope is a lot lower.

"Don't play against him on a board, Tyres, because you don't know how deep his means are in this game, how many cards are there," the fast-track expression is indifferent: "And those who are played by the father are applauding." Those who are not self-aware are extremely sad."

Don't play against him on a board...

People who play around on the applause without knowing it...

Taylor's breath is rushing.

He remembered the conversation with King Chaman in the carriage.

When talking about King Noon, whether he or Chaman, he could feel the awe of his heart from the eyes of the other side.

Who ever thought that a person who has been dead for many years can make them so embarrassed?

The tone of the fast rope is full of complicated ambiguity: "I guess, Chaman and Conkley, in the countless defeats against the king, they finally realized this: don't play games with King Nunn."

The two were silent for a while.

"The later things are probably the model of many knight novels and poetry," said the quick rope. "My father finally found out that his son and heirs were obsessed with a shepherd in the countryside and resisted him. duty of."

Tyres raised his eyebrows: "I guess the king of nature is not very happy."

“Not very happy?”

The fast rope sneered, and the tone with a touch of resentment: "Your words are too polite, Tyres."

"And then?" Taylors asked.

Quick rope paused.

At this moment, his silhouette in the darkness became desolate and desolate.

"Father sent someone privately to my fief, Tyres."

Fast rope lost the road: "He found Dana."

"He found her."

A long silence.

For a long while, Thales was hard to ask:

"what happened?"

The fast rope doesn't seem to have the motivation and desire to say it, but he reopened after all. This time, his voice was hoarse.

"Dana is dead."

The person who talks is like a walking dead, motionless, and lifeless: "On the day when I heard the news and rushed back to the fief."

Taylors held his breath.

The fast rope is dry and dry, as if telling someone else's story: "I madly pushed the Whiteblade Guard, but I could only find her icy body in the sheepfold, and her face still had a smile."

"She was poisoned."

The sound of the fast rope trembled, with a shallow cry of fear and remorse.

"They told me that she committed suicide by herself, but...Thales..."

Poisonous.

At that moment, Taylors remembered the night in the Palace of the Spirit.

I remembered the delicate ring of King Nunn.

Triumph.

I remembered the girl I used to, Alex.

Talston was shuddering.

The Star Prince held back and did not speak.

There was only a painful gasping of the fast rope in the room.

In the end, the emotion of the fast rope was calmed down.

"chain."

Taylors came back to God: "What?"

"The chain of power, Tyres," I don't know where to start, the sound of the fast rope has a faint rejection:

"That night, I stared at Dana's body, just like looking at Suril's body."

"I suddenly understood, I never broke away from it."

Tyres listened quietly, but what emerged in his mind was the underground burial chamber in the Revival Palace, the stone cans and stone sarcophagus.

Lehmann's mouth in the black sand collar.

The Ghost Prince Tower in the Blades Camp.

Boom.

The fast rope leaned back and the back of the head slammed into the wall.

"From the beginning of my birth, I was under such a chain, no matter whether it allowed me to restrain myself, settle in the status quo, be an obedient viscount, or urge me to turn to the road, to be an ambitious, to convince everyone. The king has never escaped."

He gritted his teeth: "I am deceiving myself when it is loose and tight, one after the other."

"finally, I understand."

The fast rope came to the edge of the bed. He put his legs down on the ground, his elbows on his knees, his body leaning forward and staring straight at Tyres.

"I either obey, give in, let it lock my body and mind tighter," the tone of the fast rope makes Taylors not help: "Almost abandon it."

"Become true to yourself."

Tersmo silently.

"Moral has already died, Tyres, not when he was assassinated by the Stars, or when he fled the Palace of the Spirit," the fast rope coldly said: "It is in his role as the son of Nunn, as Wall When the blood began his life, he was already dead."

"And until I climbed the black trail, I climbed out of the city of Longyan, where the man named Morar came alive for the first time."

"No longer live for others, and no longer live for the other person in his eyes."

"On that day, I saw that I really used my own hands to save myself and reverse my destiny. After breaking all my fantasies and flukes," in the darkness, the scorpion of the fast rope shone:

"To completely abandon this chain of power, which is imprisoned, and say 'no' to it and all the screams it represents - including the forcing of the name 'responsibility', including being hailed as a 'virtue' 'The false pretense, including the self-deception of being called 'big righteousness'."

The voice of the fast rope disappeared, and the discretion and resoluteness were left.

After a long time, a lot of feelings of Teres were hard to say.

"So you chose to leave."

Tyres sighed: "No matter what kind of nickname you might carry: coward, timidity, or escaping."

The fast rope smiled in disapproval: "What do you think, but I..."

The next sentence of Tyres, but let the fast rope not help:

"Maybe sometimes, it takes more courage than to obey the secular gaze and embark on the path that others have envisioned."

Taylor's voice with a little sigh.

"Maybe." Quickly seeing his eyes slowly change, it is no longer the kind of ecstasy, but serious and serious.

The moonlight re-exposed the clouds and sprinkled silver.

The two princes looked at each other quietly.

Thales felt the firmness, determination, and faint ambiguity and confusion in the eyes of the other.

"But how did you do it, Mo-fast rope," Taylors couldn't help but ask: "Never look back?"

"Those... can you really let go?"

"Don't you regret it in the days you left?"

This time it was the turn of the fast rope that stopped.

He is meditating.

For a moment, Tyres found a struggle in his eyebrows.

But the fast rope finally stretched and browed.

" Six years ago, I survived from the sea, I heard the news of Exeter, the news of my father's death... I was shocked, desperate, and regretted."

"But as I said," the fast rope sighed deeply:

"The father's ending is doomed, no matter where I am."

"And Long Yucheng and Exeter... I am there, they may get better, they may get worse, but I don't think they will get better or worse because of me."

At that moment, the fast rope was like an old sailor who had experienced too many stormy waves. In the evening when the last return of the voyage, the story was told around the stove:

"I don't want to be too greedy, trying to control things that are beyond my scope. If history has two outcomes, then I should be dying for the Dragon City, and I will cry, or should be the dragon. I have survived without you, and I am cheering."

Taylors stunned.

"I can only save myself if I can do it."

"That's it."

He faintly said: "This is enough."

"And I am here, in the desert, at sea, I try my best to maintain the operation of a small boat team, the livelihood of a small shop, the survival of a small team, and help these small hands that can be counted by one hand... ..."

The fast rope through the window, looking at the same mottled wall outside, the clear alley: "In fact, I don't feel that what I am doing here does not feel that the value I can find here is better than In the secret room of Longyan City, you can move your chips like an unmoving elder, and talk to the princes about the historical mission, the national economy and the people's livelihood, to be even smaller or humble."

"I just... chose the life that belongs to me."

Tyres listened quietly, and his eyes were hard to see.

In the end, the prince of the stars removed his gaze and took a deep breath.

He seems to have just played a big fight, quite tired.

"I'm sorry, fast rope," Tyres leaned against the wall, and the whole person relaxed and smiled: "Just, I said something out of place and self-righteous, accusing you - you know, suddenly hit the one that hurts you. When the foreign country is the chief culprit of six years..."

Tells spread his hand.

The fast rope lifted his eyes and smiled in his eyes: "I understand."

"So you calm down? The trial has ended here?"

The two men smiled and the strange hostility slowly dissipated.

"Yes."

"I understand, that's your choice," Tyres whispered, letting go of his heart: "And I have no right to set it."

"I respect your choice."

The fast rope took a deep breath.

He whispered, two short words, but there was some emotion in the words: "Thank you."

"Don't get me wrong, I don't fully agree with you," Tyres twisted and twisted his back to soothe his **** back: "Especially about the operation of history, or your opinion of responsibility."

The fast rope blinked: "But you said, you respect my choice."

"This is far more valuable than totally agreeing."

The fast rope quietly watched the outline of the tales in the dark night.

He smiled.

"Thank you."

Tyres raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, I accept." He snorted.

But the fast rope shook his head.

"Do not."

"Thank you for this, for Alex."

At that moment, the whole person of Taylors froze.

I saw the fast rope seriously watching Taylor: "In your Longyan City story, you talked about so many secret things, dueling, disaster, Rumba, crowning, as if you witnessed it, but there is no Give yourself."

"Either you are a bragging, like a street vendor who hears."

He narrowed his eyes: "Either you were in it, Tyres Comet."

"So, thank you, on that terrible night that sounded like that, helped her, now the Grand Duke of the Dragon City."

Tyres exhaled a heavy breath.

"You just said," Tyres frowned. "Is your political class poor?"

The fast rope shrugged and smiled again: "Of course, it is not as good as killing a party in a meeting in the country..."

"No." Tyres shook his head and asked himself if he didn't wait.

"I was thinking, fast rope, you may be very smart."

"Be smarter than most nobles who seem to be so hot and intelligent."

Thales exclaimed:

"Just your teacher did not find out."

The smile of the fast rope was slightly stagnation.

He snorted and continued the topic.

"I know what character the girl is."

The fast rope faintly said: "Aleks is very annoying - in addition to her mother's appearance, she also inherits her father's self-respect and pride - but she is not a bad girl, just a childhood without a control, let She is arrogant."

The heart of Tyres was suddenly tightened.

Alex.

Listening to the fast rope talking about the girl in the memory, his heart is empty.

What emerged in her eyes was the painful convulsions before her death.

Do not.

Tyres is like a soul, and he thinks sadly.

No, Morar.

He still doesn't know.

he does not know……

"I am very pleased to have you guarded her."

Fast rope smirked: "So, thank you, Tyres."

"Thank you for doing so much for her, whether it is I know or I don't know."

but.

But she...but he is impressed, the girl he said has been...

Tyres clenched his teeth.

"Be careful, Teres," said the quick-eyed stare at him. The words turned: "Although I said that no matter what people are concerned about and being cared for..."

"But the love between you may be more difficult than me and Dana."

At this moment, Tyres was dead in place.

love?

"Quick rope, you misunderstood..." Taylors sighed.

But the fast rope interrupted him.

"Don't think it's far from you, Tyres, this era, blood and family is a curse."

The fast rope held his knees and pointed to Tyres, looking serious: "In your capacity, one day, there will be someone - loved ones, friends, prestigious people, people you trust - they come In front of you, righteousness tells you rigorously: for a higher interest, for some more people, for a greater goal..."

"You must surrender yourself, including your love, your life, your freedom, give in to them, become their captives, join their game."

Taylors stunned.

"And your choice will determine who you are."

The fast rope stared at Taylors, making the latter quite uneasy.

"But no matter how you choose, no matter what you sacrifice, what to leave," the fast rope does not move: "I have to make sure that this is your own choice, Tyres."

"Don't let others decide for you."

Exeter’s former prince’s eyes were tight: “Never.”

Taylor looked at him with a sly look.

He has mixed feelings at the moment, and the whole brain is both pitiful to Alex, guilty of bullying Morar, worry about the future of the little slick, the emotion of the chain of power, and the laughter of misunderstanding, full of entanglement.

Very complicated.

No words are right.

"As for me, don't worry," the fast rope raised his eyebrows, his smile was sincere and simple: "I solved Dean, I will go far, neither return to Longyan City, nor will it show up."

"Do not add to my niece, of course, do not add to you."

"This is my commitment, the commitment of the Northland people."

The light was too dark, he didn't notice that Teres was not quite right, and seriously said: "If you really love her, Tells, you and Alex..."

"Then you have my blessings - although they can't be advertised - the blessing of Moral Walton."

"Separation is only temporary."

"I hope that you will see you soon, and you will become a servant."

Wish me...I and Alex...

See you soon?

Where do you see it again?

The teenager twitched his face slightly, wondering if it should be broken or rejected.

In the end, he sighed and said nothing.

In the face of the fast-tracked hope, the Prince of Stars squeezed an ugly and awkward smile.

"Thank you... thank you."

Ok, this straight road has finally passed flat.

Ready ahead.

I have to overtake the corner.

(End of this chapter)