The alley was empty, and there was no trace of the Chaos Witch dressed as a witch. It was just her words, but it made Xinluos's heart slow down.

Another guy like the system, likes to give him some strange prophecies, but never speaks well. To put it bluntly, you will die?

Well, if you talk to the creator god like this, I'm afraid you will really be shot to death.

Sinloth touched his forehead again, making sure that there were no scars on it, and then began to check his attributes, and found that there were no other abnormalities except for the slight change in the name column.

Name: Sinloth. Van Krade. Fandro

Noble names are never simply made up of a first and last name, and names that symbolize glory are often made up of a dozen words – the older the family, the more so, and Feng in Tirpitz's name is a good example. It's just that glory is glory, and it is also troublesome to call each other if the name is too long, so except for extremely important occasions, it is okay to call each other by name and title at other times. For example, Sinloth, who is often referred to as Viscount Van Zhuo.

However, although the Chaos Witch ran away, there was a guy who knew a lot but couldn't run away. Sinlos, who was inexplicably touched by the goddess, grabbed the ball of light in his hair, put it in his palm and rubbed it wildly.

"Honestly, what's the point of Izaris giving me this name?" Sinloth rarely asks for answers directly from the system like this, and more often than not, he likes to think about the answers to his questions little by little. But this time, the goddess's behavior was too strange for Cynroth to care about.

"As Izaris said. Everyone's real name is very important. ”

"I know this, tell me the point."

The orb of light broke free of Sinloth's hands. Floating back into his black hair lazily again: "Even if it's the same person, named Goudan and Long Aotian." Their fates may be completely different, and in her eyes, you are the. You can't stand that strange name, Izaris can't stand it. ”

When Sinloth mentions witches, he is somewhat respectful. But the ball of light had no respect, and Izaris seemed to him to be no different from any ordinary person in this world.

“”

Although he knew in his heart that the ball of light did not deceive him, what was the vague unhappiness in his heart? He didn't come up with the name himself, but if he had to name it, he would have been called Charulu. And not Sinloth.

"Contractor, in my personal opinion, the name Charluru is really inferior to Sinloth. Although nomenclature, the two names are equally ominous. ”

It's ominous, it's been so long anyway. If it's just a different name, there's nothing to worry about. But did the goddess go to such great lengths to just change his name?

Sinloth didn't know.

"Honey, what are you doing?" Sinloth looked back, but saw Mariana's gentle smiling face. It's just in the purple eyes. But there was a faint hint of worry. The two lovers were so similar that Cynlos was reluctant to tell Mariana about his worries, and why wasn't Mariana? If you can solve it by yourself, you will never sue your lover.

For Sinloth. Izaris's prophecy is only somewhat confusing. So what did Mariana see in the crystal ball? As for the two daughters, judging by the evaluation of Izaris. On the contrary, it is not a big problem.

"It's fine."

Sinloth lowered his eyes and stepped forward to grab Mariana's small hand. Between the ten fingers. The two holding hands slowly walked out of the alley.

And what the preoccupied viscount didn't notice was the crown that tied his long black hair. It is constantly emitting a faint light. But in this bright sunlight, the light was so small that even Sinloth, who wore it, did not notice it

The innkeeper straightened her back, sighed, and threw the filthy rag back into the bucket. The proprietress who was moving her shoulders looked at the inn that had been passed down from generation to generation, and her eyes were full of melancholy.

She knew every piece of furniture in the inn, and even when she was younger, she named each piece of furniture. For her, these old wooden pieces of furniture are not just tools for her livelihood, but also memories of her childhood. Although they are not human, whenever they get close to these old antiques, the proprietress can even feel the breath of their parents who have long passed away from above, and these ancient furniture are wrapped around the cherishing and longing of many people.

Just a lot of love and repair, it can't hide the mottled hole in the furniture. No matter how carefully it is managed and protected, the hotel industry, which has been maintained for a hundred years, has begun to become unsustainable. The hotel that her family has maintained for a hundred years was originally her pride, but now she only feels a strong sense of helplessness. Just as the proprietress was thinking about her thoughts, a few dusty travelers came in from outside the inn.

"Ah, welcome," the proprietress said mechanically the words that she had already said countless times, but when she saw the person who was coming, the stereotyped face tortured by life also showed a little surprise: "It's Illya, you came so early this year." ”

"Well, because that old woman Rosa asked me to come over early." The beautiful blonde girl took off her hood, patted the dust off her body, and said to the proprietress "Aunt Melinda, it's as good as before." A piece of bread, a piece of butter, a glass of water for each person. ”

The proprietress casually agreed, and as she got older, she became more and more fond of such a likable young girl. However, when the proprietress wanted to get closer and have a good talk with Illya, who she hadn't seen for a long time, she saw the eyes of the man in the black robe in Illya's party. Just a glance, but it made the proprietress feel as if she was under the north wind in winter, and her whole body stiffened.

Fortunately, the man in the black robe just glanced at her and didn't continue to pay attention to her. But it seemed that the proprietress who had gone back and forth between life and death dared to say anything more, and hurriedly ran to the back kitchen.

What's going on with this man, why are his eyes so cold. It's like not having the slightest emotion. Even those wild wolves in the winter have eyes that are more like a person than him

"Ugh. This Mr. Lesenbra is right, can you be a little "even young and pretty." Illya, who is very easy to gain the favor of others, also feels deeply powerless when facing this humanoid iceberg.

Although this person spoke politely and decently, those eyes were really frightening to look at. The eyes are the windows of the soul, through which the sociable person can always discover what the other person really thinks. It's just that when there is only a cold in those eyes, what can Illya get except for the cold all over her body?

"Just call me Andiel." The black-robed mage also seemed to know his own fault, when he was in the mage tower. This is naturally nothing. But walking in this earthly world, he is too abnormal to do so. Following his brother's example, Andiel tried to show a smile: "If it's Luciola's friend, you don't need to be so polite." I really didn't expect to meet my senior sister in this foreign country. ”

Illya shuddered and leaned closer to the tall woman beside her. It seems that only by doing this can she feel better.

The tall dancer, dressed in a very different costume from Irish and dressed in an alien atmosphere, patted Illya on the shoulder. Signal her not to be afraid. Luciola had known about her brother's problem since she was still a student in the Swamp, but she hadn't seen him change it in all these years—and he didn't seem to have any intention of changing it.

"Andiel, you have long since surpassed me." The beauty holds a huge fan in her hand. Between the opening and closing of the thumb, gently flicking the fan bone. The beauty smiled lightly, which made people's eyes shine. It's just that those who are familiar with her can still see the sadness in her eyes: "In a few years." I might have to call you Master Andiel.

"Now I haven't grasped the final hurdle yet, but you, senior sister. Looks like they've already started trying to connect to [that]. Because it was in the inn, although the hall was empty except for the three at the moment, the conversation between the two magicians who could lower their voices was still quite vague, at least Illya next to her was confused, "Are you really ready?" ”

Even though Illya was Rosa's magic apprentice, she still couldn't understand what they were saying.

"You see that? I'm a little older than you, and now that you're ready to hit the final pass. So why can't I? ”

Between the anger of the beauty, it is full of bewitching amorousness, but such tricks have no effect on the Andes. Andil looked at the senior sister who was pretending to be angry, and he already had the answer in his heart. Andiel knew his hard work and talent, and despite being a witch and entering school earlier than him, Luciola was actually far inferior to him.

"Are you looking for death?"

The family seems to be preoccupied, and there is no fun at all to go out shopping together. Sinloth took Marianna's hand, deciding that she couldn't go on like this, and that she had to find something to distract them.

What a family can do when they come out with a happy and sad face?

As the Autumn Harvest Festival approaches, there are more pedestrians on the streets of Dublin. Knowing the bustling city of Dublin, there are even more hawkers from all over the County of Ireland. Sinloth looked around to see what could make his wife and daughters happy.

Soon, Sinloth had a catch. On a corner of the street, a horse-drawn carriage was parked. And a white-haired young man and his companion are constantly moving some gadgets down and showing them in front of everyone's eyes. The young man obviously put a lot of thought into choosing it, although it was not a small thing of great value, but the delicate appearance still attracted many passers-by to stop and watch.

Isn't this Lawrence? How did he get here?

But that's fine, it is said that shopping is a woman's nature, and if buying things can make the family happy again, then Xinluo will never care about those small money. Thinking of this, Sinlos parted the crowd and appeared in front of Lawrence's carriage with his family.

"Long time no see, Lawrence, you look good."

"Okay, Lord Fanzhuo, thank you and the Almighty Lord for your help, it's finally a qiē shun lì." (To be continued......)

ps: Well, senior sister's wife, I really didn't open a harem, you have to believe me! R527