Sooner or later, the land will be stained with blood, the darkness will spread endlessly, they are crying and eager to possess it all, we are driven into the capes, they are mercilessly enslaved us.

I could see that my descendants had taken on a mission of revenge, and for some reason, I was not happy at all.

The Holy Mountain of Garr, my hometown, has been submerged in history, and in my memory, my father was a mighty dragon, just, selfless, and silently giving.

Among the human race, those who have become legendary powerhouses, such figures, I don't know why, are willing to stay in the holy mountain of Gar and become loyal servants.

Even the shamans of the beasts, the kings of the elves, and the kings of the dwarves, is it more meaningful to be servants in the Sacred Mountain of Gar than they already have?

On this holy mountain, I am the irreplaceable princess, but at the bottom of the mountain, I have become a slave, even a sinner in their eyes.

He was a great knight who held up the hope of mankind on his shoulders, and I adored him and willingly fought with him, crying and laughing together, and looking at the stars in the night sky together.

Maybe dragons and humans can't coexist peacefully, they are born in opposition, I don't remember what day it was, he betrayed me mercilessly, and it hurts my heart.

The dragon princess's wrath was devastating, and the knight knew it, but he did it without hesitation.

Eventually, my blood stained the earth, my body was torn apart, they were scattered and sealed, and the moment my heart was taken out, I was thinking of glancing at the knight, for I was afraid that after a long sleep, I would never remember him again.

I had a miserable childhood, and I didn't expect that when I became an adult, it would end so badly, that my descendants would restart the war, or they would hope that I would be able to recover again.

I don't know, maybe when the day comes, the choice will not be on my side, I'm scared.

Dear knight, I'm afraid you've been dead for many years, after all, humans don't live as long as dragons, I'm sorry, I can't remember what you looked like, I'm Hena Baikal, the princess of the holy mountain of Gar.

What is the criterion of being a madman, who is unintelligent, disgraceful, or dangerous, and likes to hurt others.

Perhaps there are two kinds of madmen, one is that they have lost the bottom line of being a human being, and the other is that the bottom line of being a human being is far higher than the standard of a normal person.

"What the hell are you doing!

A sharp voice sounded in the kitchen of the Black Thorn Manor, today was definitely not a good day for the servants here, and it was as if there was a roulette wheel deciding their fate.

When the wheel turns, when the hands point to you, it means that the death knell is ringing, and you can't do anything but let fear overwhelm you.

"Aunt Fencera, old, old, the coffee is here. The maid looked pale, she looked very young, she was trembling with her plate, and her body leaned limply against the closet.

"Why don't you send it over, do you want to die!" roared angrily, the bad morning had made it impossible for her to maintain a gentle posture.

"I'm I, I don't dare, Amanda her, she just went and never again, no, came back. The maid gritted her teeth and said that she was already crying rapidly.

Syllable!

"Come on, do you want me to die with you, good, then I'll kill you now!"

After slapping the other party hard, Barbara directly pushed the maid out of the kitchen.

Compared to the servants, the life of the swordsman seems to be much better, at least death did not find them, and last night's nightmare took all the great swordsmen to hell.

The only ones who remained in the manor were the swordsmen and the apprentice swordsmen, who had thoughts on each other, and some of them had already thought of leaving here.

Compared to servants, swordsmen are much more sensitive, and can easily understand some things that are changing subtly.

The atmosphere of the Black Thorns is completely wrong, this is the common perception of most swordsmen, and it may not be long before a devastating catastrophe ushers.

"Hey, hey, hey, hee. ”

Strange laughter came from a remote house on the manor, where servants rarely walked around, and not far from it was a fence with livestock.

The stench is the hallmark of the place, mosquitoes and flies regard it as a paradise, and the plants around it are full of life and they grow extremely luxuriantly.

Livestock greedily enjoy this low-hanging fruit and nourish it with excrement, forming the lowest ecological cycle.

"Dead, dead, hee-hee. ”

"Ahh

"Ahem, ahem. ”

In the gloomy room, with a window only a foot wide, the stench was foul, and on the wet, sticky ground, a restrained figure trembled and hunched over.

From time to time, he picked up the dirt on the ground and wiped it on his body, and it could be judged from his body that he should be an old man, but he was so dirty that if he wanted to see his appearance clearly, he probably had to take a good bath.

Milyre, a loyal servant, has been a servant here since Roque's grandfather became heir to the Black Thorn Manor, adopting a girl as a young man and raising her as a daughter.

When you arrived at your Blackbrath to inherit the estate, Mireel received one of the best gifts of all, and that was that Roque's father had given his daughter the status of a commoner.

It wasn't long before Milyle's daughter left town with her ideals, and no one knew where she went, at least until now, the Black Thorn Manor had never heard from her.

Is Milael really crazy, it seems that it is, if he is a normal person, he will never treat himself like this, even if he has to face death, he wants to leave cleanly.

If it's for unavoidable reasons, that's a different story, at least Roque believes he's not crazy, and maybe he might change his mind after seeing Mirel's current situation with his own eyes.

So far, there has been no movement on the other side of the hall, which has left the anxious civilians to wonder if last night's events had something to do with Randolph.

Bold people are even speculating about whether there is going to be a major purge of the small town of Miral.

No matter what the commoners think about this, the nobles are honest today, and even the time for afternoon tea, they are too lazy to go out, and it seems that they can only feel a little at ease by staying at home.

Before Randolph acts, the nobles will assume that the danger is not over.

What is incomprehensible is that almost no one has linked this incident to Roque, perhaps because they are too busy and too small-minded to do this kind of scrutiny.

This is very good for Roque himself, making him fully feel the benefits of mediocrity, and it seems that Miral is much cuter now than before.

After spending a lot of time at the Goblin Tavern, Roque found that he had fallen in love with the place, so much so that at lunchtime, he settled it right here, much to Martha's disappointment.

Luckily, Yage was there for lunch, and was able to give Martha some comfort.

By the time Yage hurried back to the tavern, Roque stood up, it was time to get his belongings back.