"Young master, I'm in Turin."

Caron reminded in a low voice.

Oreo tugged at the human skin mask on his face and nodded slightly, as if he knew.

As a result of His Majesty's new policy, Eighth Street is being widened, and the original residents of Back 3rd Street will move into Eighth Street, and Back 3rd Street will be used as a craft workshop.

As the streets widened, so did the gates.

The walls of Turin have been built, the new cast iron gates are being placed on the side of the road, and several workers are lying on ladders, riveting into the walls, believing that the new gates of Turin will soon be installed.

Cuarón said with relief.

"Young master, there are really a lot of changes in Turin."

The skeleton tilted its head and stared at the circular square behind the city gate, in the middle of which was a bronze sculpture of His Majesty Ivan Bedford.

In front of the sculpture stands a monument of great merit, and the stone monument is full of flowers.

Continuing along the road, Oreo found a plaza with a bronze statue of Atifa.

Cuarón explained.

"Young master, this is the Turin Trial Square, and the Turin Court is at the back of the square."

Oreo nodded slightly, admiring the view from the square.

The square is spacious and atmospheric, with columns standing every ten meters, and the carvings on them are not as complicated and gorgeous as those of the Venada Empire, but it can still be seen that the goldcarvers have put a lot of thought into it.

The road ahead was wide, but the caravan was piled up on the right side of the road, and it was obvious that they were all trying to turn into the Turin courthouse.

The officers of the City Patrol were driving the carriages that wanted to cut in line, and they were armed with rifles, and from time to time they fired into the sky to warn the unruly nobles.

Oreotti reined in his horse, narrowing his eyes at the exuberant scene, silent for a long time.

Caron waited and whispered.

"Young master, is this the world that Miss Atifa once depicted with you?"

Oreo didn't move, and it took a long time to withdraw his gaze.

He was about to say something, but a clear female voice suddenly sounded.

"Oreo Pravor!"

Few people in the human realm knew their names, and Oreo turned vigilantly, staring at the visitor with dark pupils.

Cuarón greeted politely.

"Miss Tamya, it's been a long time, is His Majesty Artifa okay?"

"Won't you ask her yourself?"

Tamia pursed her lips and looked behind Oreo.

Oreo turned around in surprise, and surrounded by dozens of people, Atifa, dressed in a white dress, walked up from the square.

As with the first meeting, she kept her head down, not knowing if it was because of shyness or something else.

The surprise came so suddenly, and Oreo was a little scared.

He returned to Turin because he was worried about Artifa, but he was not ready for a reunion.

The crowd was getting closer.

Reka waved her hands and shouted in her mouth.

"What are you doing with Your Majesty? Are you guys all right to do? ”

The ministers looked at Oreo in unison, and after looking at it for a long time, they suddenly dispersed, after all, everyone had heard of the love story of His Majesty Atifa and His Excellency Pravor, and there were hundreds of versions of it.

But what has not changed is that His Excellency Oreo Pravor has always loved His Majesty Atifa.

Seeing Oreo stunned in place, Tamia pursed her lips.

"She has been waiting for you for more than three years, if she hadn't taken the initiative to show up, you wouldn't have chosen to meet her at all."

With that, she left.

Looking at Atifa as he approached, Oreo didn't know what to say, he only felt his non-existent heart pounding, and the thoughts he had accumulated over the past three years flowed through his limbs, making all his bones soft.

Stopping a meter away, Atifa tilted his head to stare at Oreo, then stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance.

"Your Excellency Pravor, can you take a walk together?"

I haven't seen her for three years, and the playfulness in the girl's tone has been replaced by composure.

No, she can't be called a girl anymore, she's now the empress of the Okassim Empire, one of the supreme human emperors of the continent.

In thought, Atifa had already grabbed Oreo's right hand.

She clearly sensed the slender "arms" under the big one, and Atifa was not afraid of them, because she had been prepared for them these days.

She turned to Oreo, a smile in the corner of her eye.

"Lord Pravor, Turin doesn't need Oreo anymore."

As she spoke, her body tightened a little tighter, and she muttered, "But I need to." ”

Oreo opened his mouth, and that was the only movement he had.

As if to see through what he was thinking, Atifa continued.

"The East Ikra people are gone, I'm already much stronger than before, don't rush here so recklessly next time. After all, every time you make a round trip, your soul will be damaged by a point...... You've died for me once, and I don't want a second time. ”

Turning his head, Oreo saw the tenderness in Atifa's eyes, and he felt almost relieved.

But he can't be relieved because he still has important things to do.

Withdrawing his arm, Caron muttered.

"Both dragon's eyes are in Turin, and the Venada have no history, so their reverence for the gods is beyond imagination...... Beware of the Venadas, who crave dragon's eye more than the East Ikra. ”

After cutting her forehead, Atifa said softly.

"Master Roma's workshop has been making the Okasim salute, and I also sent someone to the Vinada Empire to order a batch of Type III armor for experimentation, the new Ocassim Salute works very well, if the Venada commits it again, Okasim will never be slaughtered again."

“......”

Cuarón was silent, the glint in his eyes receding.

Atifa has been running the office alone for all these years, and dealing with the trivial affairs of the back three streets is actually similar to dealing with state affairs, and Oreo feels that his explanation is really redundant and a little verbose.

As they spoke, the two had reached Eighth Street.

Turn the last intersection, and in the distance is the candy store.

"Wait for me here."

Releasing his right hand, Atifa lifted the hem of her skirt and walked up the stairs.

Because of the relocation of the third street, the business of this store has deteriorated a lot, and there is only one clerk in the store.

Seeing Atifa, the clerk politely said hello.

"Welcome."

Atifa said softly

"Two marshmallows."

Handing over the marshmallow, the clerk glanced up at the pretty girl opposite, and then froze in place.

His mouth was wide open.

"Ah...... Your Majesty Atifa! Is it really you? ”

"Shh

Raising his fingers, Atifa made a playful expression, and the clerk turned pale, nodding his head quickly.

"No need to look for it."

Atifa pointed to the gold coins on the table, and left with the marshmallows.

Walking out the door, she glanced around cautiously, then hurried towards Oreo.

Hurriedly stopping in front of Oreo, Atifa raised his head, his little face full of excitement.

"I know you can't eat it, so I'll help you eat one!"

Oreo nodded slightly, a smile in the corner of his eye.

Atifa was no longer Oreo, so naturally she couldn't devour marshmallows as savagely as before, she licked one of them in small bites, and the rest was stuck in Oreo's hand.

The two walked back down Ninth Street, with Cuaron far behind them, and eventually the three stopped in front of the office.

Seeing the familiar building, Atifa's tone suddenly became choked.

"I send someone to clean it every week...... Will always wait for you to come back. ”

Oreo held out his right hand and stroked Atifa's cheek, while Cuarón said.

"Thank you."

Artifa wiped away tears in embarrassment and muttered quietly.

"Thank you for waiting for you for so long...... And it's going to be a long time later......"

"No,"

Staring into Atifa's eyes, Oreo said word for word, "Just thank you for today." ”

"Thank you for today...... What do you mean? ”

"Atifa knows that I am the undead, she knows that I love her deeply, because she loves her deeply, she knows that I will not meet her, and out of respect, she will not take the initiative to meet me...... East Ikra people, your illusions are powerful, but you yourself are stupid. ”

Oreo stretched out his right hand and tried to pull something out of the air, but he failed.

Atifa's figure gradually dissipated, and an unfamiliar voice drifted through the alley.

"Dark Mage, I hope Atifa is as smart as you are."

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