On the Bodi continent.' The long history of the elves is universally recognized, and even the dwarves who live underground sometimes have to give in to this issue.

If human magic comes from nature but is detached from nature, then the magic of the 'spirit' is firmly rooted in nature, and can even reach the state of forgetting both things and self.

The portrait that Albert touched was a special medium with magical powers, which could distort time and space, pull the past back to the present, and turn the past into the present.

Through this ingenious stage, the masked 'woman' revealed her past with great ease, and she did not expect the young duke to understand all the causes and consequences at once, but she hoped that she would be able to have more compassion and sympathy for herself through her own experience.' When Albert finally saw the Angel of Music, the king pulled him back from his illusion with a gentle call, because if you stay there too long, you will become insane, and you will no longer be able to distinguish between reality and virtuality.

Now, it's still the Eternal Tree Palace, it's still a full moon that flickers and flickers, and Albert seems to understand something, and he asks in a somewhat self-to-own tone, "So, that so-called musical angel is your past lover."

The 'female' king nodded, she didn't like Xiao Ah to use the word "you" to refer to herself, and hurriedly covered the young man's mouth with her hand and said, "'Teresa' or 'you' are only allowed to use these two words."

"I don't know how to describe how I feel." Albert pursed his lips and sighed dumbly. If you have given up on that angel, why are you putting me in this quagmire now, we are all people who can't help ourselves, we are all overwhelmed by the burden on our shoulders, you are still the king of a country, and I am just a little duke, although you have to pay tribute to the emperor every year, but there is nothing else to worry about. And I, my father was murdered by the mob connived by the Emperor, and my home could be taken away by the Emperor at any moment. I have to 'worry' about all this stuff all the time, and I have to find ways to harden my heart every moment."

When the young man talks about his sadness, he can't help but sob, he is like a big boy, and from time to time he shows both mature and immature 'sex'.

His suffering.' The female king can really empathize, because the ruler is always under unimaginable pressures. The scholars who sit in the study can talk about what heroes or great people have contributed to the rolling of the great wheel of history, and the unfortunate people who really sit in high positions know very well that they are just second-rate actors. What stage to sing and what to sing. It is completely up to the unconscious of hundreds of millions of people to make choices. The sea, and the ruler is but a small boat on it, and the illusion of leading the people is entirely due to his own paranoid vanity and a few wretched creatures who are not clear-minded and can only slap their horses.

What the 'female' king said to the musical angel back then, Xiao Ah can now return it all to herself as it is: "One of us is a human being, and the other is an 'elf' spirit, and there will be no result if we stay together.

"Do you think I'm old?" As soon as the 'woman' says something like this, it means that she is sincere.

"No, no, you're so young, and it's a little overwhelming." Albert was honest, he had never dared to ask what was really going on, and now he was taking advantage of the situation.

"Because for me, one hundred and fifty years is only fifteen years." The female king noticed Xiao A's surprised expression, and began to explain again. I understand, it's hard to understand, but it's an indisputable fact, we in the Munro family have worked hard for generations, and we......ve managed to get the hang of squeezing time and subduing it.

"Then why do you imprison the Angel of Music? Do you have to be prepared for this to happen to everyone who falls in love with you or is unfortunate enough to be loved by you?

"You don't understand."' She wanted to lean into Xiao A's arms, but was pushed away by the young man.

"Are you used to it, are you letting every victim come to watch this 'fine' show at their happiest moment, you didn't want to save me at all, you just wanted to satisfy your own perverted yuang." Albert's words were loud, abrupt, but better than hiding them.

The 'female' king shook her head and repeated, "You won't understand."

"Of course I wouldn't understand, and if I did, wouldn't I have become a wretched creature with a darker heart." Albert was a little out of control, his mouth was gradually uncontrollable, he had just finished saying this, and his heart immediately regretted it, but he did not want to 'show' his flaws on the surface, and he continued the rhythm of his anger, and looked fiercely at his lover who was full of mysteries all over his body.

"Go back and rest, we can talk again tomorrow.'" The king's heart was broken, and she used "you" to address her lover.

When Xiao Ah dragged his heavy steps back to the pavilion, the sky had gradually begun to redden, and the old man Benedict had not slept all night.

Like a drunkard, he patted the old man on the shoulder and said, "I'm fine, don't worry, I have nothing to do with Her Majesty the 'Woman' King, it's all over, I'll leave the city of Apulia with you tomorrow, oh, no, I can leave the city of April with you now, leave this nasty 'tide' wet forest, let's go meet the emperor, state our sins, the city of Birti is lost, I take full responsibility, whatever he does."

"What's wrong with you, are you crazy?" The old man weighed the young man's forehead with the back of his hand. We're here to do great things.How can we do anything wrong because of the bond of our son's affection.If your father knew about you underground.What would he think of you now?Are you going to be like this for the rest of your life?The Bodi Continent is facing an unprecedented crisis.We're here to seek the help of the 'elf' druids.Do you understand?"

"I didn't come here for the purpose of this.I'm just here to take refuge.The army of the Duchy of Borot was wiped out in an instant in the city of Birti.What did I do to 'pay' to the Emperor.What did I take to contend with the Emperor.My father, who tried to endure all his life.In the end, he got such an unclear result.You.Yes.You are also my father.But you abandoned my mother because of the so-called liberal arts.She was pregnant at the time.What do you think?What do you think about it?You now accuse me of 'manipulating' my sons and daughters.] I don't think you're qualified."

Old Benedict almost slapped him twice, but he held back, but the two hands scratched something on the door of his head very unnaturally: "You listen to me, it's up to you to decide what is going on.

Albert calmed down a little, he was always making a choice about the uncertain future, and this time was especially crucial. If he went to Hope Country, it would mean an open break with His Majesty the Emperor. If he didn't, then he was likely to be court-martial by the 'insidious' and cunning Emperor Deliot on the grounds of ineffective resistance to the enemy. Xiao Ah is not the kind of person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, but he values his prestige and honor very much, the old Duke Borot has been loyal all his life, and he, as his heir, must go to the opposite point of no return?

"Kid." Benedict was finally able to pat his son on the face with his hands free after he had taken care of the matter above his head." Leave the green mountains without worrying about running out of firewood. Your father will definitely approve of this. Although Pope Damassus has a stalemate with His Majesty the Emperor, it is precisely because he is now in the relationship between the Emperor and the Emperor's distant country that Deliot does not dare to have a seizure. What you have to do now is the same thing. A roundabout strategy is the best choice. If you insist on staying on the mainland, it will definitely not end well."

While father and son were preoccupied with discussing their future and fate, Bishop Valentine, who had slept soundly all night, got up.

He looked at the two miserable people in front of him, and said with a smile: "The so-called guest is at your disposal, and I am afraid that we will not be able to wait for the exact news for a while."

"Oh." The father and son responded mechanically.

"I'm afraid the motive for the 'female' king to take the initiative to abdicate the throne is not simple.

"If that's the case, then none of us can support it." Benedict decisively decided.

"No, we should take a clear stand, and we should unswervingly support the 'female' king herself." Valentine retorted with confidence.

"It's someone else's business, and the less we get involved, the more we can benefit later."

"I agree with Your Excellency, but this theorem does not work here, the Mask 'Woman' King must be the final winner, and her abdication may have been a deliberate trap from the beginning."

The old man was silent, for he knew that Valentine's judgment was one of the best in the world, and that the matter itself was a gamble, and that it made moral sense to support the 'female' king.

To find out if the young cardinal had misjudged the situation, we will continue next time.