Afra walked out with a subtle smile on her face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, the first owner of this binding orb was Gredi, the second was His Highness Cremar, and the third was her—Her Highness did not hide anything from her, from the time her father Glenn met and fell in love with her mother, Memi, to Baldwin's refusal of her father's plea—no one knew if Baldwin's runes could remove the curse of the gods, but there was no doubt that he did not show the slightest mercy, and then the death of his mother, and Afra's father sent to Grenada- Perhaps he gave this binding orb to Afra, and it was to let her decide for herself, and the source of all the calamities and tortures that befell Afra, Berdwin may have an unshirkable responsibility.

But Afra found that she didn't have much hatred for this mortal, she didn't even hate her father Glenn very much, of course, Afra was not the kind of naïve child who grew up in a warm and peaceful environment, and thus gentle and magnanimous, she just felt that meeting His Highness Cremar was enough to offset all the hurt, coldness, and insults she had received, and both Berdwin and Gülen made her feel uninterested.

Let Berdwin Donkray's own son give the verdict, Afra doesn't think that they will be willing to let Baldwin continue to live as their father or as king, what will they do, will they destroy what Baldwin can prove himself and exile him, or will he just bury him forever? And what will Baldwin think? After he has been ruthlessly abandoned by his own children?

"Do you know where the doughnuts are sold?" asked their guide with great interest: "It's the kind that swells up in boiling oil and then rolls in soybean flour and brown sugar - and couscous, with vegetables and pork in the bread and sprinkled with sesame seeds, or fried dough, which I like with sugar-pickled apples - and a round tart soup, lamb, chestnuts, and cabbage, but not olives...... I still want to see the Fountain of the Six Giants in the market square, is there a market today?" she couldn't wait to see, listen to and taste the sights, the music and the food that His Highness had described, and she always felt as if His Highness was still by her side and had not left, and that she could have more of the same places with His Highness.

"I'd like to stay at the Egret Foot Inn," Afra said, "or Master Alva's Rime Hut, that's fine." Afra still has some respect for this powerful mage who has a love for His Highness, maybe she can visit this human mage, Afra thought, when His Highness returns, she will be happy to hear her story.

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When the young man returned to the Grand Duke's mansion, the magic galaxy was already in the sky, and the Grand Duke was waiting for him, only a whale oil candle was lit in the room, which was dull and smoky compared to the whale wax candle, and when the Grand Duke looked up from the file, his eyes were bloodshot. The young man walked over, extinguished the whale oil candles, and familiarly took three whale wax candles from a drawer and lit them. He did not reproach the servant, for this must have been the Archduke's request again—and as the looming crisis of the fortress faded away, the Archduke's demands on himself became more and more demanding.

"How's that?" the Grand Duke put down the quill and rubbed the corners of his forehead, "Do they have anything else to ask for?"

"Maybe a few more days," said the young man, "and it looks like the plan has to be postponed." ”

The Grand Duke sighed: "Maybe this is also a good thing, after all, at the celebration...... In case of panic, it would be dangerous to shove and stampede, it was my negligence, child," he shook his head, "what was I thinking? Is it just for the sake of the so-called sense of ritual? ”

"No, not stupid at all," the young man blurted out, and then he was chalanked to realize that he had made a great mistake: "I mean," he said, "why did you make such a decision? ”

The Grand Duke looked at him, and then showed a sincere smile: "Thank you, my child," he said, "but I have made a decision, if ......" He came out from behind his desk and put his hand on the young man's shoulder: "If there is anything else, it is that I must say sorry to you, I have put you on the burden of what you do not want to carry - but believe me, no one but you can carry this heavy burden." ”

The young man suddenly raised his hand and covered his blue, tears streaming from his fingers.

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As he left the room, he saw that at the other end of the corridor, there was a cluster of vigorous flowers, not neat but still beautiful, with a long flower leaf drawn from the straight green leaves, and at the top was an umbel with hundreds of small flowers, the small flowers were snow-white and crystalline, and in each small flower there were five stamens with golden anthers.

"Onions. He said, and the tears flowed down again.

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Afra only received the news of the death of the stern old archduke thirty days after leaving the castle, and by this time Krefa was already approaching the Azores, far from the castle, and even if she wanted to do something, the castle would have enough time to react.

"Did they do it at the celebration?"

"It's after the celebration. One of the knights with dragon teeth said, "At a meeting of the Grand Duke, his guards drew their swords and daggers, and he was stabbed twelve times, but did not suffer much pain. ”

The corners of Afra's mouth curled up subtly: "What about the guards, were they executed?"

"How so. The Dragontooth Knight also seemed to feel the joy of the little master: "They are already the heroes who saved the castle from tyrants and dictatorships, and the one who became the president of the new council, he is still so young, it seems that if nothing else, the castle will be able to usher in at least fifty years of peace." ”

"Heroes," Afra said nonchalantly, fiddling with the ring in her hand, "the people of the human race are always so ignorant, and those who are presented to them are not fools, clowns or liars, and those who really die for them are trampled under their feet. ”

"The Grand Duke is a follower of Ilmut," said the Dragontooth Knight, "and this is exactly what he wants." ”

"Of course he has a choice," said Afra, "but that's why they can be justifiably ungrateful?"

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Aubrey gave the new speaker a punch, a very heavy punch, and knocked him directly to the ground.

"Uncle Aubrey ......"

"Don't call me uncle!" "You swore an oath to him," he cried out angrily, "and you swore allegiance to him!"

"This is not what I was hoping for!" the new Speaker similarly shouted.

"Don't tell anyone you're in control!" Aubrey clenched his fists, "I can see how you triumphantly donned the Speaker's robes!"

"I didn't!"

"You have!" cried Aubrey, "you deceived him, betrayed him, and he treated you like his son!"

"I didn't!" said the new Speaker, who stood up, and Aubrey froze at the sight of a face that was even more mournful than he was, "It was the Grand Duke who asked me to do this," said the new Speaker wearily, "He asked me to do it," he repeated, "He told us to kill him." ”

"Why?"

"For the sake of Cape Fortress," said the new Speaker, "it has been a free city for more than a thousand years, it was before and will be, it should not be subject to any rule." ”

"But Harvey ......"

"What about after the Grand Duke of Harvey?" exclaimed the new Speaker, "Shall we find a new Grand Duke of Harvey? How can you guarantee that the next dictator will be free from the slightest selfishness, and that there is only one, Uncle Aubrey, and the fort will be ruined, utterly ruined!"

"You can banish him!"

"It's useless!" said the new Speaker, bitterly, "Didn't I mention it? I don't want him to die at all, and I don't even want to exile him, but the Grand Duke says that only a miserable, lowly and hopeless death can guarantee that people will not have the same ambition as his!"

"I can't even bury him at Pilllands. The new Speaker continued: "I can't do anything, Uncle Aubrey, I can't do anything!"

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The cries of pain of the living would not reach the ears of the dead, and Harvey would not care if he had a magnificent resting place, and his end had been written from the moment he decided to become the Grand Duke of Pills, and he only worried that the young men would suffer at the hands of the cunning councillors, but with the help of Aubrey and a few other councillors of good temperament - Well, I guess so, he thought a little irresponsibly, and at the same time felt a heartfelt joy that he had worked all his life for the fort of Pie Pit, and that death could only be said to be a relief rather than a punishment for him.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a large black ship that obscured the heavens and the earth, sailing on the mourning wasteland like a mortal ship sailing on the sea, and its pale arms were clutched at Harvey, but before they could touch Harvey, a ray of light melted them, Harvey heard a sharp cry, and then his arm was held by a warm hand.

Ilmoth had come to meet him.

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Meanwhile, outside the Norman capital of the Highlands, a man was walking slowly and with difficulty through the dense paths, falling and rising, his face and body were filled with fear and pity—a face covered in linen that was swollen, twisted, and misshapen, with only one hand and one foot, and his neatly dressed sword, and a dagger His body no longer allowed him to wear a broadsword, but the dagger was also a weapon, and its sharpness ensured that Baldwin Donclay would not be injured or even killed when several outcasts tried to rob him, as well as his purse.

But other than that, he had nothing, even the quicksilver arm was buried with his clothes and armor, and as one of the most distinctive features of the Norman king of the Highlands, it could not have been taken out and mounted on his stump, and now he only had an ordinary iron hook on his right arm, and like most mercenaries, his lost foot and dragon fire burned face could not be healed by magic, the foot was replaced by a conical log, and as for the face, he could only use a hood and a viscarf to ensure that it would not scare others.

He came to a very small village where well-wishers were willing to accommodate him, but he couldn't help but scream when he caught the occasional glimpse of his face.

"What's the matter?" asked the farmer.

"Dragonfire. Berdwin replied simply.

The farmer's eyes lit up, "Have you fought against the Red Dragon with our Majesty the King?"

"......No," said Baldwin, "I'm a coward." I fled. ”

To his surprise, he didn't see contempt in the farmer's eyes, "I don't blame you," the farmer said, "we all know how terrible the red dragon is." ”

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"yes. Berdwin said bitterly.