After Noro Kingler got up to leave, the demented King Nuland's eyelids suddenly blinked, and no one noticed that the seemingly confused eyes were slowly moving with Noro's back, until Noro completely disappeared outside the door of the Great Hall of Congress, and he withdrew his gaze. In fact, he knew why the head of the Jingler family had left, and he knew very well what the two quarrelsome princes were arguing about, but he had no desire to speak again. He had already imprisoned himself in this old and frail shell, and he had not taken a single step out of the palace for six years.

The two princes in the main hall, as well as the nobles beside the prince, seemed to be in another world and had nothing to do with him. Mian struggled to remember what the princes had been like when they were children, and he remembered how lovely they had been, soft and warm in his hands, and little people running around his knees all day long. At that time, his heart was full of love, thinking that he was their heaven and earth, and he would shelter them from the wind and rain for a lifetime, and he would be an eternal hero in their hearts.

Perhaps, from the first time he criticized them for their courage and lack of knowledge of weighing the pros and cons, from the time he found out that they were secretly trapping their brothers in order to compete for the right to inherit the throne, and from the time when they designed their father to fall into the encirclement of the enemy in the last battle...... What he knew, he always knew, but now there was no need to debunk it. Because from that time on, he had to admit that they had grown up. Growing up means that they know exactly what they want, and no one can control their desires anymore, not even the parents who gave birth to them. Because the more you try to control them, the farther away they will be from you, and it will not be until the day you turn against each other that you will wake up and realize what you have done wrong.

However, as a father, how can he bear to kill his son for treason, even though they really deserve it. For most of life, the human mind is accustomed to looking downward, often valuing offspring more than parents, treating sons as treasures but abandoning old fathers as if they were a piece of. That's how people are, trapped in this vicious circle from generation to generation.

Because of the final battle, Mian began to feel that the sword in his hand suddenly became extremely heavy, and he was almost unable to bring himself out of the enemy's encirclement...... It was a weapon that he had carried with him for decades, and he had used it to lead thousands of armies, expand territory, and shock the four directions, and he had never thought it was a burden before, but why it had become so heavy that day? He was puzzled until the early morning of the second day after the battle was over and he returned triumphantly.

That morning, Mi'an stood in front of a clear mirror, and suddenly noticed that the blonde hair on his head was not as dazzling as before, and he couldn't help but get closer to the mirror and take a closer look, only to find that there were many dry white hairs in the blonde hair. After that, no matter how many roots he pulled, the gray hair would continue to grow, until he realized that he couldn't pull out his gray hair, and then he noticed that the corners of his eyes had been carved with a few traces of time, and the whole person was no longer as radiant as before. And the sword that he had fought with for decades, he could no longer lift it.

Since then, the aristocratic ministers who had followed him and admired him gradually stood by his sons. The praises that once surrounded his ears quickly faded away. What people want to follow and admire is the wise and martial king, not a lonely and poor old man who has lost all his might.

"It wasn't until today that I realized that I had only taught them how to chase power, but I had forgotten to teach them how to respect their elders and love their brothers, but unfortunately it was too late. But in retrospect, what I learned from my father was no different from what my children learned from me, it was just a cycle of retribution. The way we raise the next generation already determines our own destiny in the future. Mian stood up from his throne and silently left the Great Hall of Congress, which had once centered on him, and couldn't help but mourn to himself, "I'm old, really old, I don't have time to change myself, I don't have time to change my children, I don't have time to change the future fate of this country, no one needs an old man who has lost his prestige and become worthless......"

After coming out of the Great Hall of Parliament, it was getting late, and Mian walked slowly along the promenade to the garden alone, but he had no intention of enjoying the beautiful scenery under the moonlight. He paced far away to the edge of the small lake, which was calm and the water was cool and clear. The lake itself is not unusual, but there is a small island in the center of the lake, and there is a natural stone mountain with a strange texture on the island, and that small island is the only place in the world where a thousand lotus flowers grow. Hundreds of huge thousand lotus flowers cover almost the entire island, leaving no one to stand, glowing softly in the night, and the wind is filled with the fragrance of nothing.

A lonely wooden boat rests quietly on the shore of the lake, as if waiting for someone. Without hesitation, Mi'an boarded the boat, picked up the oars and slowly rowed through the water, drifting towards the small island full of thousands of lotuses.

It didn't take long for the boat to finally come to a halt on the shore of the island, but Mian did not land on the island, because the island was covered with huge thousand lotus flowers, leaving no place for anyone at all. He sat quietly on the canoe like this, inhaling the fragrance of the thousand lotus, and couldn't help but reach out and gently brush it over the high and tender petals of the thousand lotus. The aging hand, against the backdrop of the graceful thousand lotus flowers, looked more and more withered and weak, which made Mi'an can't help but be overshadowed.

He looked at the thousand lotus flowers stupidly, and sighed to himself: "I remember when I was young, I came here by boat with my father and the ministers for the first time, and the ministers praised me for being noble and handsome, like a thousand lotus. But I sneered haughtily: I am the prince of Nuland, talented and outstanding, and will be the king who will command millions of soldiers and conquer all directions, but you compare me with these unintelligent flowers and plants who can only be born in the soil and do not even have the ability to protect themselves, and you clearly look down on me......"

Thinking of this, Mi'an couldn't help but feel a flood of sorrow, and after a long time, he laughed at himself: "In the past, I always felt that I was the best. For I was of noble birth, and held royal power, and was handsome, and wise. I have carved out territory for Nuland, and the country has quickly become one of the five great powers, and there are only a handful of people in the Eastern Continent who can match me. I always thought that those glories would never change, but in fact, everything is far away from me......"

He stroked the petals of the thousand lotus, and said obsessively: "But you are different, you stay here quietly, you don't need to flatter for the sake of flattery, you don't need to fight for glory, you can easily gain the praise of everyone." No matter how many winds, frosts, rains, snows, and years have changed, you are still as noble and elegant as ever. I used to think that you had no wisdom, and it wasn't until I grew old that I suddenly realized that your wisdom was unmatched, and I was actually inferior to you from beginning to end......"

Mi'an suddenly took off the jewel-encrusted crown on his head, held it in his hand, and continued to say to the Thousand Lotus in front of him: "You see, I always need to wear this kind of luxurious crown to prove that my identity is different. But it's actually very heavy, and it's not comfortable to wear on your head at all. ”

As he spoke, Mi'an threw the magnificent crown into the lake without hesitation, and the heavy crown sank to the bottom of the lake in an instant. Then, he took off the robe full of gold threads on his body, and lamented: "Actually, apart from this luxurious royal robe, and then go out of the palace, there are not many people outside who know who I am. Whenever I return triumphantly, if I had not straddled the tall horseman, surrounded by the stars, if I had not been wearing a crown and a royal robe, but had I only walked on the road in an ordinary middle coat like now, no one would have praised me, no one would have respected me, and no one would have believed that I was the king who had strategized and charged into battle and had done his best for this country. ”

"All I look up to is my kingship and robes, from which all my prestige comes from. For the subjects, only these luxuries have the value of following, not a lonely and pitiful old man. ”

Mi'an threw the luxurious robe in his hand into the lake without hesitation, and continued to talk to himself: "I am old, and my children are no longer a heroic father, but a stumbling block to their ascension to the throne, and even try to get rid of me. The ministers have long forgotten the splendor I have brought to this country, and the wealth I have bestowed upon them. When I could no longer give them glory and power, they abandoned me like a, with no one to care about and no one to respect, as if the past was just a long dream. What have I worked so hard all my life for? Now I can't even lift the sword that I've held for decades, and I have almost nothing but this increasingly old and weak shell. I know that no one needs me anymore. ”

Dressed in the only white tunic he had left, he slowly lay down on the boat, looking up at the glowing flowers above his head in a distracted way, as if they could understand everything he had said.

In a trance, he seemed to see a man with huge black wings on his back, swooping down from the high night sky, surrounded by golden light. Mian thought it was an envoy sent by the gods to welcome him to "ascend to heaven". So, he finally closed his eyes with peace of mind and muttered a wish: "How I hope now that the phrase 'like a thousand lotus' that they once praised me when I was young is true." In the next life, I only want to turn into a thousand lotuses and grow quietly on the ground, without power, without glory, without knowing the sufferings of the world......"

If Mian had been able to close his eyes a little later, he would probably not have thought that it was a divine envoy who flew down from the sky, but on the contrary, he might have thought that it was a demon god who demanded his life. It's a pity that Mi'an has lost the consciousness of survival and no longer has a chance to see the facts, and in the last moment of his life, he weaved a sweet dream for himself.

The pair of huge black wings in the night sky broke through the wind like sharp arrows from the string, and in the blink of an eye, they had quietly landed on the rocky mountain of the small island in the middle of the lake. The wings, which were a little darker than the night, glowed with an incredible golden light. At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and everything around the lake was quiet.

Immediately, a slightly evil chuckle suddenly broke the quiet night: "Huh...... It turned out that they were all dormant, which really made it easy for me to find. ”

The tall black figure on the stone mountain, with one knee on the ground, proudly looked down on one of the thousand lotus flowers, and the pair of small golden pupils in the narrow eyes were like twinkling stars in the night sky. I saw him stretch out a hand, and his fingertips gently slid over the blooming thousand lotus. Of course, he just swept over the petals and quickly retracted his hand, as if he was worried that the noble and elegant flower would suddenly turn into a fierce god and bite off his fingers, and smiled: "Priest Wofrey, when are you going to sleep?"

With his words, the light of the thousand lotus flowers suddenly shone brightly. The blue petals in the center of the flower begin to change, followed by the white petals on the outside, rising one after the other. In an instant, the thousand lotus transformed into a slender figure. His skin was as smooth and soft as the petals, his eyebrows were raised and white, his eyebrows were blue with two small whirlpools, his hair was long and straight, the roots were ice blue, the tips were snow-colored, his robe was white, and his body was glowing like moonlight. Then, he slowly opened his narrow eyes, his eyes were like the ice blue water, rippling, and the whole person seemed to be a thousand lotus blooming with dewdrops, noble and elegant.

However, the look on this seemingly noble "flower" is not as graceful and kind as his form. I saw him raise his flawless face, his narrow eyes blinked slightly, and he squinted at the demon-like guy who was half-kneeling on the stone mountain, and opened his mouth casually, and his voice was like a clear spring flowing through the chime: "Priest Veloch, why do you come to disturb me every time I sleep, do you still want to take the opportunity to peek into the state of my soul, huh?"

"Haha...... Who makes you always curious? Especially this powerful disguise ability, which I never get tired of looking at. Priest Veloche couldn't help but be glad that he hadn't had any tricks on him, and withdrew his finger in an instant, otherwise he would have to experience the pain of having his soul stung again.

This Priest of Wofrey is actually the most cold and vicious of the Streamers. So, don't be fooled by the harmless state of the Ofreys when they are dormant, although they are also noble and elegant in their normal state, they are the most adept at camouflage and extremely aggressive of the Streamers. As soon as they perceive any potential malice in their minds, even if it's just a hoax, they will immediately attack. Therefore, it is necessary to maintain 100% goodwill towards the people of Jofry at all times, because how strong their disguise ability is, how sensitive is their instinct for self-preservation.

Priest Jofrey ignored Priest Veloch's ridicule and asked nonchalantly, "Something?"

Priest Veloch immediately put away his playful look and said solemnly, "The revelation of the Sun King has appeared, and the time has come to return to his homeland. ”

Hearing this, Priest Ruofury suddenly showed a smile like melting ice and snow, and couldn't help but raise his head and spread his arms: "My sun, we will always be a part of you, and you will eventually bring us back to our long-missed homeland, I am convinced." ”

At this moment, the priest of Veloch suddenly caught a glimpse of the drifting wooden boat in the lake, and asked casually, "...... Lepelian?"

"Well, the strength and beauty of Lepelian's youth were very short-lived, and their narrow and negative view of the cycle of life brought more of a sense of hopelessness to themselves. Once the soul that supports life collapses and dies, the body decays rapidly. Priest Wofrey said indifferently.

Immediately, Priest Veloch indifferently withdrew his gaze. There was no pity in their eyes, after all, what Lepelian had been clinging to in his short life was insignificant to the streamers. The streamers do not think that "death" is a sad thing, and there is no word "death" in the streamers, and their view of the life cycle is completely different from that of the Lepelian people.

"You don't have to wake them up, let's go. Priest Wofrey looked at the still dormant Wofreys, slowly spread his arms, and whispered, "My sun, allow me to use the power you have given me to return the sleeping people to the state they had at the beginning of their lives......

With that pleasant sound, all the thousand lotus flowers on the island began to miraculously grow in reverse, rapidly shrinking, until they turned into tiny seeds that glowed with ice blue. Then, Priest Joffrey stretched out a hand, and the small glowing seeds gathered from all directions like fireflies, and all fell into his hands.

After carefully tucking the glowing seed into his arms, Priest Jofrey turned around and nodded, and Priest Veloch immediately walked over, reached out and grabbed him, and unfurled the huge pair of wings behind him with a "whoosh-" and rushed into the air like sharp arrows off the string.