"Let me see," Afra begged, "let me see it again." Who was Cremar looking at? Was it the child's mother, and why was his expression so strange, pity, sorrow, hatred—Afra lowered her body as hard as she could, completely oblivious to the fact that she had almost completely submerged into the river of danger, until a sharp pain pulled her back to reality, and more than that, where the pain had erupted, the sharp wound, her blood and strength flowing. Thankfully, it quickly vanished, and Afra fell into a brief coma, and when she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying on her back on the cold stone floor, her cheek on one side of her knee wrapped in a piece of iron, and she looked up along the rusted piece of iron, and saw black sè trousers, dark gold sè cloak, and a face full of boredom.

"Gülen. Afra said.

"It's me. "If it weren't for Gülen, probably no one would have been able to pull Afra back from such a terrible situation, except for the disgusting Sages or the Elect, the River Styx that could devour everything, including the gods, and that all things would be slowly and irresistibly assimilated and disintegrated until they were nothing.

"That man taught you badly. Glenn said, "Neither I nor your mother would be so paranoid, haven't you considered whether the price is equal to the reward?"

"This is the reward," said Afra, "and when you abandoned me in the temple of Gredi, you should have known that you would never get me back." ”

Glenn sneered, but he didn't continue, Afra was right, he had almost nothing to give for this daughter, and of course he couldn't get anything in return, what a father should do was done by the black-haired Dragonborn, but sometimes he couldn't help but curse Cremar's impeccable looks, figure, and the good temper of another master (once), trying to avoid such a trap, even the gods would feel extremely difficult- No, wait, if it's a fool like Flo, he should fall into the palm of his hand without hesitation like a moth to a fire.

"It is an extremely stupid act to peep at fate, and it is even more delusional to want to change something through this," Gülen said, "This fact has been proven by countless people, who may be a hundred times stronger than you, a thousand times wiser than you, but fate has mocked them mercilessly, and their failures even I don't want to mention, what fate presents to you, Afra, will never be real, at least not unchanging, you know, right, otherwise you wouldn't try to change it...... So, after you tried, did things go the way you wanted?" Glenn glanced at his daughter, he didn't know if it was an intentional relationship between the black-haired dragonborn, and Memi wasn't as stubborn as Afra: "It seems like no, dear, your eyes have already told me." ”

After Gülen finished speaking, he nodded to Afra and left, perhaps it would be considered too hypocritical, but he did appear as a father at this moment, but Afra obviously would not listen to his rare kind words.

Afra sat on the ground, and she remembered the last face she had seen in Styx—it was Lucieu, full of pain.

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Winter soon fell on Falun, and it was the first time that the entire southern part of the continent had encountered such severe cold, and many people went out curiously to greet the huge snowflakes falling from the sky with their fingers, not even realizing what they would bring— As we know, when the snowflakes pile up and cover the fields and houses, the temperature can almost be said to be warm, and the coldest time is when they melt, and the melted snow hangs from the wheat straw of the eaves, and freezes into the spear-like ice edges in the abruptly descending yīn cold, except for knights, lords and lords, or merchants who are rich enough to burn their hearths all night, commoners and serfs who tremble and crawl out of the straw in the early morning to find that everything seems to be wrapped in a crust of ice, and they are lucky, and there are not a few who die silently in their sleep, because of the hallucinations brought by the cold, they died covered in **, with a weird smile on their faces. Humans are like this, livestock and chickens and ducks are dying in droves, even the trees are brittle and black, and only the places where the jīng spirits have sprinkled the water of life can still have some life.

Even with Cremar, the Emperor, the Eleven Electors, and the Eya Jīng Spirit, the shadow of death still loomed over about one-fifth of the human beings in the southern countries, which made the souls of the other world feel depressed and depressed, and the dragon Io, who incarnated as the Emperor of Falun in order to avoid the prying eyes and capture of the gods, was amused and surprised by this - didn't his descendants understand that humans were an unusually weak and humble life? They are not dragons, a little heat, a handful of fire, even a gust of wind, a hint of cold, can take their lives, they are the grass in the wilderness, they can die at any time, leaving a blank field, but in the same way, before you notice, they will recover the void left by the former, and try to spread in all directions.

"If you have such a merciful heart, why don't you want to put it on your people?"

"What?" the black-haired Dragonborn turned around, he and the Emperor stood outside the hall, without the walls and magic, the shrieking wind was like a dragon's cry, even with an incomparably keen hearing, the Emperor's faint whispers were still fragmented before they could be caught by Cremar, but even if they could hear it, they probably wouldn't care— The Lich had never found mercy or mercy in his people, and the Otherworldly Soul felt that neither the Red Dragon, nor most of the Dragonborn, had any need to rescue him—and neither did they, it seems.

The emperor has changed recently, maybe he has his considerations, but this change is undoubtedly in favor of Cremar, after all, he is the emperor, even if this emperor can only be said to be a swaggering banner or a hypocritical illusion, but Cremar's foundation is also weak - in the court, the emperor is laissez-faire, trustworthy or jealous, although it cannot fundamentally change anything, but it is still quite feasible to catalyze or delay the progress of a certain matter. Moreover, looking at the Emperor's appearance, the spirits of the other world and the lich felt a little unbearable, as if they were watching an ugly wild cat with its hair erected all over its body and screaming in the corner of the wall...... This emotion cannot be said to be pity or hatred, if you must look for an adjective, sadness may be used, and to see him is like seeing the last faint trace of struggle that the dragon can leave in this plane.

But just as Cremar hesitated to use some immoral means to end the Emperor's methods on himself and others, the Emperor suddenly fell silent, he stopped babbling and cursing, he was no longer hesitant, he was no longer angry about his fate, he even looked like a gentle ordinary person, the scales, spikes, and hideous features were gradually gone, and when the Lich asked, he thought that the Lich showed that they were in fact still there, but he had learned how to put them away。

There are also some practices of Cremar, mainly souls of the other world, he no longer ignores them with mockery and resentment as before, it is as if he suddenly has a childlike curiosity again, and he will seriously ask questions about anything he cannot understand, and he will not allow any document or file to slip out of his hand without a detailed explanation and reasonable answer. Such an act would undoubtedly waste more time than before, but for the soul of the other world, it would be more willing to accept such an emperor.

"What?" After several warm, intimate, knee-long evenings of conversation, the Emperor looked up at Cremar.

"You've changed a lot. The otherworldly soul replied.

"Because I understand one thing at last," said the Emperor, "though I don't know how long I will be able to stay here, but one day I will be the Emperor of Falun." ”

After a few moments, the spirit of the other world finally smiled softly, and immediately, the emperor gave him a smile that could almost be called loving.

When the black-haired dragonborn left, the dragon Io disguised as the Emperor of Falun sighed, Cremar is not perfect, some of his ideas are too naïve, others are very dangerous, but he is not the kind of person who does not know how to be humble and retreating, and his gentle xìng affection and tolerant attitude are worthy of admiration and follower, if it is still the age of dragons, then even if he is only a dragonborn, the dragon Io will still be willing to be his mentor, watching him grow from a warlock with extraordinary talent to a great and elegant ruler。 But now, the dragon Io's mind has completely changed, and if he had to choose one of the red dragon Gredy and Cremar, he would choose Gredy.

Gredi is cruel, greedy, and shameless, but perhaps because of this, she can become the heir of the hope in the heart of Io, the god of dragons, who once again returns to this plane, just as Gredi had expected, the dragon Io has completely abandoned the part that belongs to the god Io, and he has nothing but disgust and hatred for humanity and the entire plane- But he also knew that, like the River Styx, the dragon's time was irreversible, but that didn't mean he could watch the dragon become the cornerstone of the human kingdom, allowing these former slaves to control and drive their masters.

But look at Cremar's plan, his plan leaves little room for the Dragonborn, even if they occupy an unshakable and important position in the restoration of the Falun, those Dragontooth Knights, Warlocks, Mages and perhaps soldiers of Grenada, without them, the Emperor would not have been able to gain real power, and those kings and archdukes would not have bowed down so easily, but they did not gain any real power except for a few gold coins and gems, no titles, no titles, no territories, not an inch, and no one was invincible when they circled in the skyWhen they are tired, there is no land for them to settle down and rest.

They were all Kremar subordinates and courtiers, loyal to him, so stingy was because the black-haired Dragonborn didn't see them as trustworthy and close to them at all, or was it for the sake of humans that he intended to weaken and reduce the influence of the Dragonborn on Falun?

He reached out and put a volume of papers on the relief of civilians back into the drawer, then placed his hands steadily on the table.

Facing the emperor's stone desk is a tapestry that covers nearly half of the wall (given the depth and height of the house, the size of this tapestry is extremely amazing), the fluorite inlaid on the wall and the ceiling is not only huge, the texture is pure, the light emitted is still the most favored, and the morning light is the same as the morning light, it fills the whole room with soft light, but also makes all kinds of Yan sè more gorgeous, the gems and gold and silver threads on the tapestry shine, but in the Zhōng Yāng of the tapestry, where the shadow of yīn should not appear the most, it gradually sinks down, like someone splashing ink on the back of the tapestry...... Or blood, the sweet smell of the fishy smell soon spread everywhere, except around the emperor's body—like an impenetrable transparent barrier.

The place where Yan Sè was deposited grew deeper and deeper, like a deep cavern, and it stretched from the size of a thumb to the size of an adult male with his arms outstretched, and then the dragon Io saw a slender figure walk out of it.

If you look at it from the outside, there is no doubt that this guy is an Eya jīng spirit that people are already quite familiar with, but his face and bearing are obviously not owned by an ordinary Eya jīng spirit, he has a tall body, slender limbs, black hair hanging down to his waist, and a pair of blue eyes flashing with a dangerous and strange light, although he is dressed in the costume of a jīng spirit and wears a crown of Mithril, but in the eyes of the giant dragon Io, he can be much more filthy and disgusting than the Singh jīng spirit disguised as a descendant of demons。

"Good evening, Your Majesty. The person who came said politely.

"Good evening, Eloch. The dragon Io said, "Or do you have another name?"

Eloch, or more directly, the six-fingered Grazt, the lord of demons, the master of the three planes of the bottomless abyss, stared at the Emperor for a long time, and realized that he had no way to expose the other party's disguise, he tapped the ground with his toes, but the vines rising from the ground were not saprophytes he had summoned, but some kind of ghost thing from the upper planes, and the spikes on it pierced his ass.