The god of Chixia, who is chasing in winter, has lost the rhythm of his footsteps in a panic, and is messily moving towards the unknown lost. The closer you get, the closer you get to extinction, and the colorful colors deceive not only the stubbornness of conformism, but also the obscuration of vitality.

The dazzling afterglow of the setting sun, mixed with the howling cold wind, penetrated the holes of the withered leaves, leaving different shadows on the ground, and then disappeared, reappeared, transformed, and circulated.

It seems like a lot of time has been wasted, even if it's just a drop in the ocean, but I prefer to spend the boring time drinking black tea on the high platform of the Earl's Court.

Madara loved the island, and ran around curiously, exploring the secrets of the prison, and as for the fat hamster, I thought it would suit Madara's chic taste buds and his discerning appetite.

"Wang, Wang, Wang!"

I heard that God has endowed dogs with a unique olfactory organ that can easily capture sensitive breaths around them and even changes in the environment. It seems that such a statement is difficult to deny, of course, if it is to be deliberately denied, I think that any truth can hardly withstand a deliberate counter-argument, which stems from the ruthless slander that is exclusive to human beings.

The small wooden chair swayed on the cracked floor, sucking in the luxurious glimmer that came in through the window, and the slightest slight snoring slowly floated out of the simple wooden chair.

"Bella Bell, you're here!"

It's still a very anticipatory mood, but there is no trace of pity, it seems that the closed and quiet environment can always make the ugly acrobat quickly find his own clown mask, of course, the natural clown is naturally difficult to do.

"It looks like you're looking forward to this meeting, the great national hero Eddie Mios, or calling you a down-and-out Dalyan nobleman seems more appropriate for this sad mood."

The vast intelligence system of the Earlde de Bella's palace can easily collect some worthless and useless information, and of course for some of the cheaper information scrap paper, money can measure and show its value. Eddie Mics, who was once the tenth generation ruler of the Eddie tribe of Dalyan, lost his favor in the sixth generation for some subtle reasons, which boiled down to a stupid estimation of the intimacy of the master and servant, and of course, a hilarious miscalculation of his actual abilities.

"Bell, you really won't give me a step, but it doesn't matter, the human rights of the prisoners under the stairs should be like dust in your eyes, and they should be discarded at will. So, can you tell me the equivalent of blood? ”

The closest thing to naivety is ignorance, and after a little combination is self-righteousness. Human rights, the ability of politicians to fool the people every day in order to boast that they do not conform to the facts, can only be circulated in the streets and alleys of the common people like some proverbs, without thinking whether they really have such a safe haven from dispossession, which is only a mutual pursuit that exists in the aristocratic system. Dust can easily enter the eyeballs, and can produce very nasty emotions, and certain elements have never been in my observation.

"The heir to the Earl's Court, the current Earl of Bell!"

Si Qi's brief but precise introduction, to my surprise, always expected to hear a perfectly modified but vague summary.

Maess was stunned, threw away the fan-shaped leaves in his hand, and slowly got up from the chair, as hard as a turtle that had been turned over by a spoof.

"Ahem, it looks like your king treats you very favorably, and I'm really a good helper for the fragile achievement."

"Then I really want to thank you for your selfless contribution! But stepping on the shoulders of giants can see farther, and being stepped on by giants on the shoulders, I think it must be something special. ”

Si Qi's misty eyes doubted whether the words he had taught me were properly applied here, but the eyes of Mi Si were very affirmative in agreement, as for the Madara who had nothing to do with himself, without the company of the mouse, he was scratching his ears alone.

"Count Bell, may I speak with you alone? Finishing that conversation that we didn't end should always come to a happy end. ”

It's not a very bad pity to complete the jump process that already has an ending, but since it's so comfortable, it sounds like a good game to add a little resentment to the other party. With a wave of his hand, he motioned for Si Qi to push down. As for security, nature is an insurmountable obstacle for the weak and incompetent, no matter how many attempts are made.

Si Qi smiled, as a tribute to the departing soul, and Madara happily ran out of the secret room without any fun.

"So, what do you want to say to me? I don't think it's a retreat from begging for mercy. ”

Mi Si sneered and breathed a long sigh of relief, his lungs seemed to be about to burst out, but they were stuck.

"Hmph, only a weak person like Jim would be despicable to surrender, how can my dignified nobleman beg for mercy at will. I tell you, Bell, your king is doomed, and your fortunes are coming to an end! Haha, you'll be my burial object! ”

Is it really a very penetrating rhetoric, the last lingering breath before returning to the light? Or is there an unwilling curse and provocation?

"Oh? I'm curious to know what kind of power can bring a game back to life, but I'd rather believe it's not a threat from your lip service. ”

The wind blew in, curling up the leaves, falling and soaring through the narrow window cracks, freezing the whole shot.

"Do you know why your father went to war at will? Do you know why monasteries are always murdered? Do you know why you can be called the watchdogs of the royal family? ”

"Oh? It's a good topic, but alas, my father is already on his way to the fiefdom, and the monks and missionaries don't seem to be very kind to the butchers of our earl's court, and as for the royal family, I don't think they have enough patience to answer such a boring question. I think you're the only one who is happy to tell me about my death. ”

"That's right, you're smart and stupid, aimlessly contributing to your excellence. I will tell you frankly that the geometric coins that have kept your country fortune alive have disappeared for nearly twenty years, and if your next successor is not blessed, you will be punished by the gods and destroyed your country. How many people your father sacrificed in search of him, even the holy temple, I advise you to go back to the temple now and pray to God to forgive you for your mistakes, otherwise, you barbarians will be punished! ”

Geometric coins? The power of nature to justify his words punished his own fabricated soul. Suddenly I thought of the crown that was played tricks on the main hall of the palace and ignored by Princess Shaya Na, and the geometric vacancy on it

The wind has stopped, but it is cold, and the last remaining warmth of the setting sun will be swallowed up.

"What? Scared, Count Bell? Go back and choose your own grave! ”

"Graves? Do you think such absurdity, Mr. Milliss, is it worth measuring in terms of the grave of the end? I am the master of fate, and I have the power to punish. You are nothing but a deceived crosser, already mired in a quagmire from which you cannot extricate yourself! I will keep you and let you witness what the real commander is! May you survive until that moment. ”

"Hahaha, hahaha"

With a chill and inexplicable ridicule, I left the land of right and wrong, and it was indeed extraordinarily warm outside. Si Qi was waiting for me, and Madara quickly threw himself into my arms, fluffy and warm.

"Young master, there are some things I don't know"

"Well, you know, that madman's mad curse!"

"Then, it looks like the young master already has a plan."

"Maybe, maybe not."

The boat that disappeared into the last sunset, and the figures on board, they are on a quest to find the silhouette that has been lifted and the secrets hidden behind it.

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