Morris shook his head, then turned back and went downstairs. If Vallet wasn't in the room at this time, it would have been possible to hide in the kitchen.

Sure enough, Maurice found Valley in the kitchen.

She was sitting by the kitchen window in her dressing gown, watching the moonlight spill in from the window. Her face flushed slightly, and at her bare feet were empty bottles of morning dew.

"You should go to bed, tomorrow is a big day. Morris tried to play the role of an elder and reprimanded with a straight face.

Valley looked at Maurice and grumbled impatiently, "This is the habit of our sandmen, don't bother me." ”

Morris was silent because he remembered that someone had said the same thing to him seven hundred years ago.

But Vallet ignored the silent Maurice, and continued to complain through the strength of the wine: "I really don't know why my great-grandmother likes you thin elves, you are all day long, you are only vegetarians, you only dare to drink these weak morning dew wine, and live the same life like a sandworm. ”

Listening to Valley's complaints, Maurice pulled a chair, straightened his robes, and sat upright without saying a word.

The monologue quickly discouraged Valley, who looked up at Morris and asked.

"Old fellow, why don't you say a word. ”

"I'll wait for you to finish. Morris replied unhurriedly.

"Okay, I'm done. Vallet reached out and pulled out another bottle of morning dew from the side, expertly uncorked it, and took two sips.

Maurice looked at Valley like this, a little dissatisfied. But he had no experience in educating future generations, who had spent most of his life at the academy, so he simply gave up this part and started directly from the most important point.

"Tomorrow, you should be safe. In addition to me, the King's Sword will also strengthen the vigilance in the Senate. The Zisong family, who have already suffered hardships, should not have the courage to make trouble in the Senate venue. ”

"What else?" Valley didn't seem interested in the nonsense.

"So after the impeachment vote is completed, you have to be ready, and I will send you out of the royal capital. ”

The bottle that Valley was about to pick up suddenly stopped. Just now, in the moonlight, she had been thinking hard about how to escape tomorrow. Because in the face of ironclad evidence, the Purple Pine family can't choose to deny it, but it is not difficult to accuse themselves of being a famous desert thief. In full view, the King's Sword must also put itself in the prison of the Night Forest.

Vallet didn't want to be locked up in the cold, damp forest like night, she wanted to go back to the dry and lonely desert. So when she heard Morris's order, she asked a little disbelievingly.

"Can you do it? You just said that the King's Sword will be on guard,"

If Morris chooses to help herself escape, then not only the King's Sword, but also the Purple Pine family, including everyone present, will be her enemies for the time being. Even if Morris was a ninth-order summoning emissary, he might not be able to deal with so many enemies.

"I will definitely send you out of the royal capital. You just have to worry about other things. Morris again emphasized in a tone that could not be questioned.

"What if Blancs comes. Valley suddenly thought of the terrible man who was like a white fox. In that encounter in the sewers, she was a complete fiasco. She didn't think Professor Morris could outmaneuver the sharpest of kings' swords.

"Don't worry, he promised me that he would let you go once. Professor Morris didn't care.

"Did he promise to let you go?" Valley seemed to pick up the loophole in the sentence.

"You don't have to worry about me. Morris seems to have been prepared to face similar problems.

If it had been a few months ago, Valé would not have cared about the life or death of this elven old man, and even a few days ago, she would not have thought that she and the old man had a relationship beyond blood. Maurice happened to be his own great-grandfather, and that's it.

But now, she seems to really understand that Morris is willing to sacrifice himself in exchange for his own freedom. For the desert hero Valley, she was not used to others dying for her, so she asked more questions for the first time.

"Old man, why don't you just flee with me to the desert. ”

But when Morris heard this proposal, he shook his head in disgust.

"Desert, no, I don't want to climb sand dunes and eat gerbils again. ”

Valley laughed, she didn't expect Maurice to eat those foul-smelling gerbils like the sandmen. But after laughing, she asked very seriously: "If you don't leave, you may die, or be locked up in the night forest." ”

"That's my thing. You just have to be prepared. ”

After answering, Morris seemed ready to end the conversation. He stood up and lowered his chair to the bottom of the table. Seeing Maurice get up and leave, Valley took a few sips of morning dew and then stood up. She had a question to ask, and if she missed it tonight, she wouldn't have a chance again.

Her gaze met Maurice's old eyes, and then she asked resolutely.

"Old man, can you tell me the truth. Why did Teresa's great-grandmother fall in love with you?"

This is a mystery about her background, and it is also a question for her. Vallet, who had always been a loner in the desert, didn't quite understand how true love could be found between people as passionate as the sands and dull elves.

Morris watched his great-granddaughter ask such an impolite question, and his expression was slightly complicated.

"Put away your suspicions, Vallet. When I met Teresa, the entire Mingsha family had betrayed her, and she was about to be forced to marry a bad old man. The old man's only hobby was to ride on the descendants of the founding hero Mingsha before he died. And I'm the only person in the world who is willing to help her. ”

Hearing this story drowned in history, Valé was stunned, even though she had heard the Book of Destiny, she didn't expect what happened to her at that time to be so cruel.

"And I was just an intern at King's Sword at the time, and I couldn't even beat Teresa. So I can only do my best to alleviate that tragedy, lest it slip into the most terrible abyss. Morris had some feelings that if he had been stronger at that time, maybe Theresa's life would have been much less tragic.

"So great-grandmother fell in love with you. But what about you? You don't look like that...... People who are prone to feelings. ”

Valley struggled to find adjectives in Elvish. From Valley's observations these days, it seems that Maurice is the kind of person who would dedicate his life to the library, and it is extremely rare that he will have feelings for Grandmother Teresa.

This is a question that even an erudite Morris does not know how to answer. He had to complain and quickly end this terrible conversation.

"You look a bit like Teresa, but Teresa is a beautiful, dignified, virtuous and elegant woman, and you are the complete opposite of her, I really don't know who inherited your stubborn personality. ”

After complaining, Morris dropped a word to rest early and hurried away. Looking at the back of Maurice's departure, Valley seemed to understand something.

Back then, he would have been willing to save Teresa's great-grandmother from that world full of malice, so he will save himself tomorrow from the hostility of the entire Elven King's capital. That's probably what attracted him to his great-grandmother, right?

Vallet sat back down in her previous position, taking advantage of the white moonlight and drinking the morning dew.

She thought about a lot of things, how to escape from the royal capital tomorrow, how to accuse the desert prince of his crimes, and how to go through so many things in the royal capital.

But in these countless fragments of memory, Valley always remembered the impulsive elven blacksmith. The guy called Copperbeard, along with the thousand-year-old cicadas, disappeared into the cave in the sewers.

……

In the same night, a special night was ushered in in the Elven Palace. Prince Choenmi was summoned to the palace by the elven king in the middle of the night. Guided by the old chief attendant, Prince Zoenmi walked through the familiar corridors and then to her brother's study.

Just before opening the door, Djonnmi thought that his brother was just trying to discuss with him the high-stakes Senate assembly tomorrow morning. But when she pushed open the door, she found that things were not so simple.

She saw the countless bloodshots in her brother's eyes, the utter despair on his face, and the hoarse voice of the Elven King.

"What shall I call you, Djonnmi, dear sister, or mystical guardian, or ...... Brave Silver Moon Guards. ”

At the time of hearing the last word, Dzoenmi's blood was completely coagulated. Her biggest and most secret secret was revealed to the Elven King.

"Smack!" a stack of letters was thrown at Djonnmi's feet. Just from the magic pattern on her seal, Djonnmi recognized it as the most secret letter between her and the Silvermoon guards. She didn't understand why these letters were here.

But before she could figure it out, his brother's voice sounded again.

"This morning, someone brought these things to my desk. Otherwise, I'd still be kept in the dark. Do you know what you're doing?

"We shouldn't do that to the children of Evans of Silvermoon. Our mother has always taught us that we should stand up for the truth of the world. ”

Knowing that this would anger her brother, Djonnmi still spoke what was on her mind.

But this explanation only made the elf king even more angry.

"You don't know anything! You're going to ruin this peaceful world!"

After refuting Zhuo Enmi, the Elven King no longer wanted to talk to Zhuo Enmi. He tapped the armrest of his chair lightly, and the palace guards who had been prepared poured out of the secret door and surrounded Djoenmi.

"You should reflect on it in the Winter Garden these days. ”

Zoenmi didn't resist, and followed the guards quietly to the palace annex she was familiar with. Because she was convinced that things weren't that bad.

There is always a way to clear up the misunderstanding between her and her brother. And judging from what they said just now, they didn't know Adelia's identity. As long as the Children of the Silver Moon are safe, there is still room for redemption.

……

A night of chaos passed like this. As soon as it was dawn, the convoy of King's Sword came to Morris's school building. Professor Maurice, who had already been prepared, accompanied Valley and the two children into the first carriage, while Adelia and Celeral sat in the second.

When the passengers are seated. The coachmen raised their whips, and the motorcade began to move towards the Senate. On both sides of the convoy, there were neat men in black, who covered their faces and quietly guarded the safety of the convoy.

When these black carriages left the Royal Calling Academy, Colin, the dean of the Royal Calling Academy, also got into his own carriage. He leaned into the carriage with a solemn face, then looked back at the convoy behind him through the small window in the back.

The carriages of all his cronies followed, waiting for his orders.

Colin waved his hand, and soon the carriage followed the same route, heading towards the Senate.

When the carriages had all left, one of the maids who was sweeping the leaves quietly lowered her broom. Then he hid deep in the woods and changed his clothes.

Shui Luo, the silver moon guard who had changed back into his spell-casting robes, lowered his hood, and then walked out of the unobtrusive side door to the Senate.

In the morning light of this day, countless people rushed to the hall of the Senate from all directions. Because they all know that today is destined to be a big day.