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In the small castle of Entle, Duke Walker of Ella was invited by 'Baroness Eleanor' to have dinner in the small room of the Baroness in the small castle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The dinner was quite sumptuous, and Baroness Eleanor intended to treat it as a private rendezvous.

On a small round table, the ash on a candlestick shimmered faintly, and the reddish shimmer illuminated Eleanor's otherwise reddish face. Her pink jade hand dragged her honey-peach chin, and her clear eyes looked at Walker, the Duke of Ella, who was sitting opposite, as if listening to what Walker was about to say to her. The thin red lips are gently upturned, and the white teeth loom in the lips, hiding the pearls in the smooth and moist shells.

In front of them, a white porcelain plate with fragrant roasted hares and a small bowl filled with honey was the unique practice of the people of Carkhand, and the elaborate cooking of Baroness Eleanor. On top of the round table, there was the transparent glass goblet, the dewdrop-like liquid in the glass that looked like dancing green elves in the flickering candlelight. El Tora is not only loved by the people of the north and south of the Ella Mountains, but also by the people of Kakhand.

"I hope you like it. Your Highness. Eleanor pursed her lips and smiled, shyly grasped the goblet, and gently raised it to Walker, Duke of Ella, bringing a refreshing dark fragrance between the raised hands.

"It's a great honor that Agnes's cooking skills are unmatched by those of the court cooks." Walker took a deep breath, brushed his brown curls, and smiled reluctantly, he lifted his glass, played with the liquid, closed his eyes, and drank it in one gulp.

"Finally get rid of your old habit of being called. I was finally able to ride a horse across the bow and arrow to hunt in the red-crowned woods of El Helino, which made me feel at home! Lo and behold, this is the hare I hunted yesterday. Baroness Eleanor just took a sip of the El Tora wine, which moistened her lips.

"Oh, happy for you." Ira Duke Walker's expression was gloomy, and his mind seemed to see the moment when Agnes left, full of helplessness and sadness.

Walker's expression didn't seem genuinely happy. Baroness Eleanor smiled knowingly, and the two clear lakes shimmered, directly through Walker's soul, "You said I would never go to that cage again." ”

"I was thinking about returning to your hometown." Walker held the knife and fork and cut the rabbit meat, he cut hard with each knife, he inserted a slice of meat and put it on the plate, trying to avoid touching the eyes that could penetrate the soul, "Ha, I have never eaten such delicious roast rabbit meat." ”

Baroness Eleanor smiled, she lowered her head, gracefully picked up the knife and fork, cut off the fattest belly of the hare, forked it with a fork, and then dipped it in the honey in the small bowl in front of her, stood up, and put the roast rabbit meat dipped in honey juice water into Walker's plate, "This is the most beautiful taste of roast rabbit." Your Highness. ”

Walker raised his head slightly, his heart was beating hard, even if he had faced all kinds of life and death tests, he had never been so nervous as he was now, staring at the burst of aroma from the thin lips as clear as agate, and then looking at the fat rabbit meat on the plate stained with honey juice, an unbearable flame seemed to rush to his chest, but that damn identity made him have to suppress it with all his might, he had to pick up the rabbit meat with his fork, instead of standing up and hugging Agnes, who was more delicate than a rabbit, His voice trembled slightly, "Thank you." I've never tried it before, and it must have been ugly. ”

"There are not so many rules, you live in Yafen, and I heard my father say that it is a plain of hills, and you have a very different way of life from our Kakander people in the seaside redwood forest. It's normal not to know how to try this sweet game. I envy the rice you can eat all year round! All year round, our Kakhand redwoods are filled with either fishy boars hunted by warriors or hunters from the woods, or salty fish from boatmen who fish. It's hard to see fragrant rice! Baroness Eleanor's voice was like heaven, and her gestures were full of elegance that no other noble woman could match, and no doubt this statement was to Walker like the holy cloud floating outside the window of Agnes's open heart.

Walker, Duke of Ella, gasped and closed his eyes, his mind filled with a picture of the flames of war that had swept in.

Not too far away, on the meadow, meteor fire-like flaming stone projectiles fell from the sky, full of ruins, the corpses of the warriors were covered in dust, only pale hands poked out of the ruins, and the people of White fled in panic.

Armed with a black-bottomed eagle banner, the Kalkhand men marched into the town of White with a black-backed eagle banner and stormed the town of White, sending a river of blood to the innocent town.

He himself was in danger, and the wounded Dots finally died in battle, while he was captured by Segal Saxon.

With a malicious smile on his flat face, he looked at the firewood stand under his own feet.

Beads of sweat appeared on Duke Walker's forehead, and he didn't dare to think about what would happen to Agnes next, even if it was the blinded Earl Heller of Charkhand, nothing good would come of it.

"Don't hesitate, Your Highness. I know your heart is struggling violently, and the source of it all is just mine. It was a warm hand on Walker's forehead, pulling Walker back to reality from his terrifying fantasies, "The reason why I invite you to my room this time is to say goodbye to this little peace of mind. I know that my father, as you say, took part in the wicked war waged by the Saxons, and that my father and his army of beasts and fellows have gone to the town of White, where the Count is defending against this invasion, as I have heard. I am not blind or deaf. I knew that if Segal II wanted to kill me, he was going to take advantage of my father. I just didn't expect it to be so fast. ”

"Agnes... You don't have to put yourself at risk. Walker bit his lip and said softly, "War is not a game, and I'm ready for it." ”

"If I don't put my life at risk, the innocent people there will be wiped out. My father must have been blinded by hatred and indiscriminately killed innocents, casting a disgraceful shadow over the Culkander family. As a Kakhand's daughter, I have every obligation to stop these things from happening. Agnes smiled slightly, her expression calm, "Thank you, Walker, for making me reborn." There's also a new identity, Eleanor. I like the name, and my life is no longer free like the bird in the cage, and I want to continue this peaceful and beautiful life. But it was supposed to be a war between the Kalkander and the Saxon beasts, but the people of Mount Ella paid such a terrible price for a woman like me. Even if the war is won, I will not be happy. I don't want to see people who should be harmonious fight to the death because of someone else's misfortune. ”

"Don't say it. I know... I'm here... Not your hometown. Duke Walker stopped talking, he put down his knife and fork and stood up, took out a handcloth to wipe his mouth clean, and then saluted Agnes with one hand on his chest, and then turned around to leave Baroness Eleanor's room, "Agnes, I will not restrict your movements, if you are leaving, please let me know, and I will send Wayne Landmark to escort you." ”

"Wait, Your Highness." Agnes hugged Walker from behind, "I know, you've been protecting me. But let me protect your people for once. ”

Walker could no longer hold back the feeling in his heart, he suddenly turned back, his eyes shot like a blazing light, he took off the Duke's silver crown and rested on the round table, his hands held Agnes's face and admired it carefully, the beautiful face was like a white flower with a smart morning dew, under the affectionate gaze, he said softly and slowly: "I wish you were the most beautiful flower in the garden, and I am the gardener who accompanies you in the garden." That tyrant, he doesn't deserve you at all. ”

"Other people and things are just passing by. Time is fleeting for me, but you are the 'he' that impresses me the most. Agnes held out her finger and pressed it gently to Walker's lips, "This is our moment, before parting, let me call you - dear." ”

Walker burst into tears, and his heart was deeply reluctant. He gently grasped Agnes' delicate fingertips, slowly removed her fingertips from his lips, and suddenly pressed her pink hand down on the table.

Agnes subconsciously opened her lips slightly, and her chest rose and fell.

Walker wrapped his arms around Agnes' soft waist and snuffed out the candle. He opened his mouth towards the thin lips that emanated a faint fragrance, like a wild beast hunting a weak white rabbit. The big hand ripped off the cloth on the round table, and along the cloth fell to the ground the porcelain plates full of food, and the soft snort of Agnes was covered by the crisp jingle sound.