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After realizing the diagnosis, the young queen suddenly felt sad, she covered her mouth, tears fell like pearls with broken threads, and her voice was choked, "It's difficult, can't you help it?"

Charlotte didn't know how to answer.

Naturally, there are solutions, and with Charlotte's current vision, there is more than one way to come up with them.

First, finding a god in charge of the concept of life can naturally easily instill life for Brent, but this is simply unrealistic, and no god will respond to Charlotte's request unless she changes her court.

Second, his sister Sylvia, as the master of illusions, can also create something out of nothing and turn things upside down, and it is not a problem to treat Brent. But this idea is also unreliable, considering that Charlotte is now investigating Sylvia's whereabouts.

Third, the Star Lord Edwin's prophecy spell can reverse cause and effect, and can also heal Brent, but that His Majesty has fallen, so it is naturally unrealistic.

Fourth, Lu Sien, the Lord of Time, also has the extraordinary power to turn personal time, but unfortunately it is a root spell that Charlotte can't master yet.

Finally, and the one that seems to be the most reliable, is that Claire's blood kingdom can absorb the lives of others and instill them into the designated object. But to be honest, judging from Brent's physical condition, there is really no way he can wait for Claire.

Charlotte thought of several ways in a row, but found that it was either unrealistic or undesirable, so she had to say in silence, "I don't have a cure, but I can find a way to contact Claire, it's just ...... Far away from the ocean, the telecommunication device could not get the message to Claire, and this came and went, and I was afraid that Brent would not hold out until then. ”

Charlotte told the truth, although his current strength is among the best in the multiverse, he has a specialization in the art industry, and there is really nothing good to do about Brent's injury.

"Why! You're known as a spellcaster, can't you just freeze him and wait for Claire to come?"

Freezing only reduces cell viability, but does little to reduce the flow of life force.

Charlotte shook her head, apologetically lowering her eyelids.

Eve's cry seemed to startle Brent, and the wizened man on the bed groaned slightly and opened his hazy eyes. He first weakly reprimanded, "Eve, why are you crying, I'm not dead yet." ”

But when the glossy eyes refocused, his pale face showed an unnatural flush, he coughed again and again, and when Eve helped him smooth his breath, he took Charlotte's hand in surprise, "Brother, you're here!"

"Well, here I am, Cousin Brent. Charlotte didn't know what expression to put in the face of Brent.

Brent was so clever that he could guess the result from Eve's crying and Charlotte's silent expression alone, and he smiled mockingly, "Judging by your expression, I'm hopeless?"

Charlotte didn't want to deceive him and said softly, "There is little hope. ”

"Really?" said Brent, his shriveled lips bitterly, as he told Eve to bring him water, and then said to Charlotte, "I heard what you did in the northern ice fields, and I knew that sooner or later you would go down the same path, and that path would be painful and tortuous, but it would only be unstoppable. Now, you probably understand the responsibility of the king, right?"

"When is it that you're still in the mood to compete with me?" Charlotte felt angry and funny, and seeing that Brent was serious, she couldn't help but sigh, "Yes, I understand." ”

When he said this, he actually had a sense of relief in finding his companions in the vast desert, and the burden and loneliness that he could only bear alone, as if he had been divided by Brent in half of this sigh.

But Brent smiled as if he had won, "I'm sorry, it looks like you're still a step behind me." Now I'm going to take my weight off my shoulders and become that faceless playboy Brent again. ”

"What are you talking nonsense?" Charlotte's mouth was full of bitterness as she said this.

"What do you look like, like you have eaten spoiled fruit by mistake. Be happy, brother, I, like you, probably don't want to sit on the throne at all, it's just that the situation is forced and I can't help myself. Now that I can unload my burden and be myself again, you should be happy for me. At the end, Brent sighed twice, "It's a pity, you look like you'll have to sink and struggle for years! Be careful, brother, don't be devoured by that throne and become a monster who doesn't understand people's hearts!"

At this time, he became very fluent in speech, and his originally shriveled skin became a little more shiny, and he looked radiant. Charlotte was sad in her heart, judging from the investigation just now and Brent's performance now, he was only afraid that his life would be short, and now he was just returning to the light.

Charlotte endured her grief and gaged him, scolding, "You are the one who said that I should take responsibility and play the king, and you are the one who said that I should not become a monster." You're still talking to yourself like before, so what should I do?"

Brent patted Charlotte's hand and persuaded like a little brother back then, "Don't worry, don't worry." It was only in this drowsy state that I realized this truth. They say that faith is poisonous, but what about the throne? I understand now, you can't turn your heart into sun-dried wood like I used to, you have to carefully put your heart into the ice, which is cold and weekdays, but soft and warm on the inside, and melt the ice when you want to, and freeze it again when you start anew. In that case, you won't be swallowed up by the throne and become a monster with nothing but power and power. ”

"Hmph!" Charlotte snorted, "I understood this a while ago. ”

Brent sneered, "You're still far away, Charlotte, the softer and more passionate your heart needs to be carefully protected, and from the time you came in until now, I always feel like you're wearing a hollow pretentious mask, and you think that mask is solid ice?

Charlotte was silent, Brent was right, he had tried to make himself calm and cold for the past two years, and he had unwittingly put on a false face of empty mannerism.

"You may not be able to comprehend it now, but I hope that in the future, when you can't find your way in the dark, you can remember what I said to you today. If you don't have that talent, you can probably only give you a little advice from your life understanding. ”

Brent was serious, but his expression was playful, which made him look several years younger, as if the playboy had returned to him.

At this time, Eve brought water, and couldn't help but be overjoyed to see Brentte's refreshed appearance, she probably thought that Charlotte had done some extraordinary tricks, and even her tone was a little joyful, "Brent, are you feeling better, what are you talking to Charlotte?"

"Giving and at the same time paving the way for taking!" Brent said with a smile, took the water and moistened his throat, and after putting down the water glass, his expression became serious, "Charlotte, I want you to do something for me!"

At this moment, he seemed to be the wise king of Locente again, saying that he was going back to the past.