Wherever Archduke Quirrell passed, a gentle candle lit. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He stopped, turned, and pushed open a delicate door. As the palace door opened, a woman's voice came from the palace, and it seemed that different women were talking, there were innocent girlish voices, gentle and amorous women's murmurs, and girls crying sadly...... In the woman's voice, the man's voice was heard from time to time.

This is the dormitory. Grand Duke Quirrell knew that there was not a single man or woman in the empty bedchamber. Yes, just silver scrolls of light and shadow. Rectangular scrolls of light and shadow of different sizes are suspended in the dormitory, from the floor to the high dome, covering the dormitory, and the silver light emitted by the light and shadow scrolls cuts through the darkness of the palace. In each scroll of light and shadow, there is a flowing picture. The voices of men and women come from the scrolls of light and shadow.

Grand Duke Quirrell blew lightly, the small torch went out, and he stuck it into the wall.

"Quirrell, happy to your hundredth birthday."

"In the future, I will be by your side every time you celebrate your 100th birthday, 1000th birthday, and long live birthday."

Grand Duke Quirrell's silver eyes tenderly looked at a scroll of light and shadow in front of him, and in the scroll, there was a little girl and a little boy. The little girl had big, round silver eyes and short curly hair. And the little boy opposite her, with long narrow silver eyes and long black hair like a waterfall. The two knelt in the snow, and between the two of them, was a three-tiered exquisite cake.

"Catherine, when you're past your hundredth birthday, you're going to have to make your curls longer." The little boy was a little dissatisfied.

"Catherine doesn't like long hair." The little girl frowned and said unhappily.

"By the time you're a thousand years old, if you still have such short hair, I won't marry you!" The little boy said solemnly.

The little girl stretched out a finger and rubbed it on the cake, and there was a ball of snow-white cream on her hand. She stuck out her little pink tongue, licked the cream from her fingers with relish, and said, "There are more than a thousand Shahril men waiting to marry me." ”

The little boy grabbed the little girl's hand and said angrily, "If you don't marry me, you won't eat my cake." ”

"For the sake of the cake, I'll reluctantly marry you." The little girl said seriously: "You have to swear that every time you have a birthday in the future, except for those tiresome birthday feasts, you will quietly take my favorite cake, and only have another birthday with me." ”

The little boy took the little girl's hand and pulled it to his lips, and he took the little girl's little finger full of cream into his mouth and sucked it back and forth.

"But I still don't like long hair, what should I do, Quirrell?" The little girl tilted her head.

"You swear, every time I have a birthday, you are by my side, and I will allow you to have short hair." The little boy said solemnly, "You can only marry me, Catherine".

"Catherine, you've broken your promise." Grand Duke Quirrell's slender and graceful long fingers caressed the little girl's little face in the scroll of light and shadow, and said, "For more than three thousand years, you have not been by my side on my birthday. ”

"Quirrell, Quirrell, you'll regret it one day. You end up with nothing but loneliness and loneliness. A mournful woman's voice came, as if in reply to Archduke Quirrell.

Grand Duke Quirrell's body was like a light butterfly, shuttling through this forest of light and shadow scrolls, and then, stopping in front of a light and shadow scroll. With a wave of his right hand, all the images in the scroll of light and shadow stopped flowing, and the originally noisy dormitory suddenly became quiet.

"Catherine, you know what? Out of thousands of scrolls of light and shadow, this one is my favorite, the last one you lived. "Every time I see this one, it reminds me that my promise has not been fulfilled and that I still need to continue to work hard. ”

Grand Duke Quirrell snapped his fingers, and the picture in the scroll of light and shadow began to move.

In the scroll is the scene of execution, in the snow, a young woman kneeling, the woman is wearing a silver robe, the corner of the robe, dotted with several blue Gesang flowers, the woman has short curly hair, and her appearance is extremely clear and beautiful.

In front of the woman, Grand Duke Quirrell, no, it should be said that King Quirrell sat on a magnificent throne. Beside him, there was another throne, but in this throne, there was a small little man, and the height of the little man was not as high as the armrest of the throne. The villain is Mary, who is not yet a year old, the daughter of King Quirrell and Queen Catherine. One-year-old people of the Protoss can think, speak, and walk and run, but the god species is not yet mature and cannot use divine power to change body shape. The little man, dressed in a silver robe of exactly the same style as the young woman, had his mouth tightly pursed, and his little hands hanging at his sides were already clenched into fists and trembling.

With the three of them as the center, not far away, there are circles of Shalir people, covering the entire snowfield.

"Woo -----" A high-pitched and mournful five-colored bull horn sounded, which was a sign of the beginning of the execution, and once the five-colored bull horn stopped, the young woman was to be beheaded.

"Catherine Anders, what else do you have to say?" King Quirrell in the scroll has a calm voice.

A young woman, Catherine Anders, Queen of King Quirrell of the Shahril and first wife of King Quirrell, her beautiful silver eyes were dull and haggard. Queen Catherine's silver eyes looked at the little man in the throne, and her dull silver eyes began to brighten, even burning: "Mary, my Mary, my poor Mary, you must remember that Mother loves you and will always love you. ”

Catherine looked at the little man in the throne, her precious daughter, how reluctant she was to leave her! Until the high-pitched sound of the five-colored bull's horn became as thin as a gossamer, as if it was about to disappear at any moment.

"Catherine has committed the crime of great disrespect, and whatever punishment King Quirrell gives, Catherine accepts." Catherine's gaze shifted to King Quirrell's delicate and beautiful face, and said, "However, I am the only one who betrayed the Duodu family, and I am the only one who betrayed the Shahril clan, and I have nothing to do with the other Anders family. One day, the truth will be like a beach at low tide on a dark ocean. ”

"Quirrell, Quirrell, you'll regret it one day. You end up with nothing but loneliness and loneliness. Catherine straightened her spine, and in an instant her curls grew so long that they fell like a waterfall to the snow, like the undulating waves of a dark ocean.

Grand Duke Quirrell stood up slowly, his narrow silver eyes as deep as a whirlpool, as if he wanted to suck the woman in front of him into his eyes. He grabbed his right hand in the air, and in an instant, there was a jet-black Xenopolar Crystal Broadsword in his hand.

The God's Code of Magic records: "O King of the Protoss, if you think that your subjects are guilty of death, you will look him in the eye and cut off his head with your own hands!" ”

Looking at King Quirrell walking towards her, Catherine slowly stood up.

The Divine Magic Book also records: "O man of the gods, even if you are beheaded, if you think you are innocent, you can stand up, straighten your back, and face your king, and one day, the truth will fall like a sand on the ebb tide of the ocean of light." ”

King Quirrell walked slowly up to Catherine: "One last word." ”

"Happy birthday, Quirrell." Catherine smiled and said, her tone was gentle, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing a sad and charming smile: "Be careful with your knife, don't cut off my long hair." ”

"Okay." King Quirrell stared at Catherine, who was an arm's length away, stared into her eyes, and said, his hand fell with the knife very quickly: "You look more beautiful when you have long hair, I like it more."