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class="book">“Sister,” Haruzer couldn’t help but said softly, “take me to say hello to the teacher.”

Griffin turned his head and looked at his brother.

Her Royal Highness smiled lightly on her face: “Why not go alone?”

“Teacher he doesn’t want to see me—”

“Really?” Griffin flashed a narrow light in his eyes. “Speaking of it, I’ll marry him instead of you.”

“sister—”

Haruzer suddenly couldn’t bear it: “Can you stop talking about Princess Fusha, I didn’t mean it on purpose.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Princess Griffin smiled happily. “She’ll be me in the future, naturally it has nothing to do with you.”

Haruzer looked at her sister criedly.

From time to time, laughter and laughter came from the lobby of Fort fir firt, and everyone was preparing for the next wedding-the wedding of Viscount Canoran and Princess Fusha, although perhaps six months ago, Eruin also returned No one has ever known exactly where this Kanolan is in this kingdom. Perhaps a newly reclaimed land in the Black Forest, a brave knight won the heart of the princess.

Everything, like the legend ten years ago.

But in harmony, there will always be some discordant notes. For example, here is a voice that sounds like some eyebrows and eyebrows, angrily said: “This account is wrong again, Antitina! Where’s Flo, call Furo!”

The awkward lady smiled wryly as she looked at the merchant with her little eyebrows raised in front of herself, and replied, “Fro has already traveled with Mr. Shir on the Great Plains, and they are bringing Tia together.”

“Oh,” the angry merchant lady knocked on her head. “I remember, this account is in charge of that guy—”

She looked up and saw a sneaky figure going upstairs, and immediately yelled, “Brando, stop me!”

But how could Brando stand still and ran away immediately.

So almost all the castle could hear the angry voice of Miss Merchant: “Brando, you’re dead, did you climb on the little dragon’s bed again yesterday?”

“Still Akane? Or the two little she-wolves!”

The mountain girl was preparing to go out, but upon hearing this sentence, a red cloud flew up on her face. She just opened the door, and saw a lord master winking at her outside.

Sally froze, and closed the door silently again.

“In short,” Miss Merchant’s voice came in from the outside: “I tell you, Brando, the bed can be messed up, but the account cannot be messed up. If you make such a low-level mistake again, I will kick you out of me Chamber of Commerce! “

In the garden, Morpheus was overjoyed as the chicken flying in the castle jumped, and he looked at his sister. Anderiege took a look at that direction, and replied, “A couple of men and women.”

The little silver elf princess sitting aside, listening to Andrigh’s complaining, couldn’t help but smile, she looked up and stared at the sun-dappled trees.

Suddenly I felt an unprecedented peace in my heart.

Within the cemetery.

Edessa quietly stared at the quiet but lonely tombstone in the rose bushes, her eyes soft, as if recalling everything that was many years ago. In an era when people today call it chaos, her heart can find support, but in this era, she can only feel alone.

She stayed in front of the tomb for a while, just like this afternoon every week, she would stop here. For her, in this lonely graveyard was buried a king in her mind.

She silently held the necklace in her hand, and there was only one crystal pendant above the necklace.

That’s all she wants.

Edsha slowly turned around and walked out of the cemetery. At this time, she heard a scream of surprise coming from behind her:

“Meria!”

Edessa turned her head and saw exactly one corner of the cemetery. A girl she had seen several times was staring at the young man standing in front of her. On the other side’s good-looking face, it was already tears.

“Caglis … are you still alive ?!”

The two hugged each other heavily.

Seeing here, Edessa suddenly understood what was happening. She gently pressed her chest with her hands, and there was a little warmth in her heart. She looked at the glittering forest in the distance, and seemed to have made a decision in her heart.

She looked up and strode out of the cemetery.

Since then, people have never seen this lady in Fir collars. It was not until many years later that there was a beautiful legend circulating in the southern border of Eruin. In that legend, a nun of the Havel Silver Lily Society dedicated her life to those who were blind.

In the quiet woods in the afternoon, Brando managed to escape from the fir tree castle. Holding the stationery in his hand, he walked alone in the sunny woodland. This woodland once carried many of his wonderful memories, and those memories, with the accumulation of years, have become more mellow and unique.

He held up the letter in his hand, the letter was a congratulatory letter from Faina, complaining about why he hadn’t seen her for so long. But more, this mature lady depicts everything about the new Cruz. After the succession of Prince Rainerette, the empire has been quietly reborn, and everything is gradually on the right track. People gradually forget The pain of the past began to rebuild their homes on the ruins after the battlefield.

At the end of the letter, Faina once again urged him to rush to the Empire to meet her.

Brando couldn’t help but smile at the thought of His Royal Highness Princess Mehotophen, and he took the letter into his arms and exhaled.

After the war in the evening, everything returned to its original state. Huanghuo was in Jiufeng. The school sister also traveled around the world, occasionally sending him some local specialties. And the world seems to have changed. Although there are still some monsters and the remnants of the twilight at the border of civilization, after the death of the twilight dragon, everything is moving in the best direction.

In the hearts of the world, the King of Flames died.

As a mortal, he survived.

After losing all power, there seemed to be no discomfort, but Brando had always had a vague regret in his heart. He took out the creased card from his arms silently, and on that card was painted the lady in a long black dress with a mask.

That card was so old that it had lost all its magic, but he looked at the piece of paper stupidly and said softly, “The king hasn’t died, but you went away alone—”

The rustling in the woods seemed to echo his voice.

But all of a sudden, like a hallucination, a grinning voice suddenly sounded behind him: “Speaking bad things behind others, this is not what a king should do.”

Brando’s hand shook slightly, and the piece of paper fell behind.

He glanced back.

Under the pale yellow and mottled sunlight, between the light and shadow, it is the sane, but proud girl, the prime minister, as if still wearing the long dress when he left that day, watching him calmly, The purple eyes, as always, flashed the long-lost light.

But I do not know when, tears were already in those eyes.

Suddenly, a figure had fallen heavily into his arms.

“I’m back, Brando.”

Brando had already stood on the spot.

He looked up, with the most grateful light flashing in his eyes:

“Thank you, Tiamas—”

“Being able to meet each other is exactly what people hope for.”

(End of book)