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It was like a burning wilderness, and "everything" meant desolation, dead silence, hopelessness, no direction for the future - just in her heart.

She stood there and exhaled softly, but it was still frozen in her chest, dissipating - this was a place where she couldn't get out, how could it be that she just took a deep breath to end it as usual?

"Fertenay. She turned around and found a man in the middle of the wilderness.

"Helis ......" Fitney blinked, hesitated for a moment.

The head of the Helith hung down, and the strands of her hair covered her eyes, and Fitney could not see her expression.

"My friend. She added, "My friend." ”

Fitney shook his head.

"Is there really no such emotion in your heart, so you keep fooling other people, and treat yourself like you are nothing?" Helis took a step forward, and Fitnair saw the eyes that appeared as she stepped out—those eyes had no light.

Fitnair had seen eyes more desperate than that, but the presence of such eyes on Helis's face only frightened her, so she took two steps back—but behind her, for some reason, it became an abyss, and she stepped into the air and fell!

Helis pounced on her and grabbed her wrist.

Fitnair was stunned for a moment, and looked at the woman's eyes in a daze, and then turned her head to look at the abyss below her, like the mouth of a giant beast, but there was only darkness and emptiness in it, and there was no roar of a giant beast, and Fitney could not even feel any wind.

"Please let go. She said.

"Why? Why do you want me to be your pathetic appearance?" "How I wanted to save you, but you pushed me into the abyss, you were about to fall, I wanted to save you but you refused, would you rather die? Do you think that this will be free? Your sins will accompany you and will take care of you instead of me!"

Then, Helis let go of her hand.

Fitney's eyes widened, and he felt like he was falling rapidly!

Whew!

Opening his eyes, Fettnay saw the ceiling of the inn - the original white ceiling, yellowed and cracked by age, and the air was filled with the smell of ash peculiar to Rose May.

"Did you have a nightmare?" a voice woke her up, and Fitney's body did not move, still lying flat on the bed, with her head turned to the side, and saw the man who appeared in her room, Ed Ansendier, sitting on an old wooden chair with an old red-skinned book in his hand, and looking at her with a smiling expression, "Good morning, Lornay." ”

Fitnair stared at him for a moment, then turned her head back and slowly sat up on the bed, rubbing her brow and adjusting her breathing.

"I have two pieces of information here, one from Haywager and one from Dryden. Ed pulled out two pieces of paper from his dark blue coat pocket, "Which one do you want to see first?"

"At what cost?" Fitney lifted the quilt and stepped out of bed, she didn't like to sit and talk to Eddard, that wouldn't give you an advantage, standing would make up for it a little.

"How about a good morning kiss, I remember you Lutheran Kingdom was very popular with this. ”

"I can't do it, you can go to the white building three blocks away. ”

The white building three blocks away was a good place for men, as it was full of prostitutes with heavy makeup.

"Well, you really don't have any sense of humor - Blessed Moon, I'm missing a dance partner. ”

"I remember your dance partner last year was Rosa—what happened to her?" Fitney sneered.

"I can't think of a good idea that makes you uncomfortable for a while, and you don't want to accept a good idea. Ed's reasoning doesn't mention Rosa at all.

"Okay, deal. ”

Ed let go of his hand, and the two pieces of paper flew towards Fitney like flying birds.

Fitney took them.

The first news came from the death of Adèle Janelle, Duchess of Wyzdem.

When he saw this news, Fitney didn't have any expression, as if it was something inconsequential.

"It seems that you are not a good boy - so ruthless to your own mother. "It's unclear what Ed meant to be emotional, or mocking.

"I know that there are two kinds of people who are prone to early death, the first type of people are born with bad constitution, are prone to disease, and are often depressed, and are full of negative emotions. Fitney said.

"I have heard that the Janelle family is congenitally weak, and it seems to be a disadvantage left over from the marriage of close relatives in the early years. Ed said in a tone of some amazement, "But Monsieur Earl Janelle is very healthy now, even if he is the age of a grandfather—is it only for women?" ”

"Perhaps. ”

Part of the reason why Fitney is so thin is because of the blood of the Janelle family - but it is the acquired melancholy personality that causes Adele Janelle to be often sick and weak.

"It makes sense to attribute my mother's death to such a cause. ”

"I regret my mother's death, but I already had that realization when I left the family. ”

"The nobles of the kingdom of Luther are strange people—and you are a disgrace to do so, Miss Wizdem," said Ed, picking up a plant fruit from Fettnay's bedside, playing with it in his hand, "and running away from the marriage contract is probably the most ridiculous reason I have ever heard." ”

That's true—Fitney's approach was the first of its kind in the Kingdom of Luther.

"What does this have to do with you? ”

Fitney wasn't exactly an aristocrat, so she couldn't accept that fate, even if she had been a nobleman for more than ten years and was familiar with everything.

"And what about the other kind of people who are prone to early death?"

"Then it's up to you to ask yourself, sir. ”

"Oh?"

"Arrogant, trying to meddle in the politics of the two countries and causing turmoil - I hope Elletia will bless you with a good death. ”

Ed was stunned for a moment, then he laughed, his voice tingling with pleasure.

Fitnair didn't care what he thought, but picked up another piece of news, which was Dryden's news about the Lutheran Kingdom Conference.

"Miser is about to inherit the throne, but he asked the nobles to choose two people to come to Starlight and find someone. Fitney said softly.