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This phrase comes from another plane, but here, too, there is a similar proverb. Dylan Donclay wandered through the room where King John lived when he was a duke, and the adamantite crown and scepter inlaid with sapphires and stones were placed in a box of sable and red velvet, and were placed before him— The flames raged in the hearth, and Dylan stretched out his hand and placed it on the crown, the coldness of the metal reaching from his fingertips to his heart, and after a moment of hesitation, he raised the crown, and after a moment of hesitation, pure gold was something harder than steel, heavier than gold, and it was not easy to melt it down and cast it into what people needed. When the first Norman king of the Highlands needed such a crown, it was the elves of the Silvercrown Jungle who helped them, and although the dwarves had always claimed that they hated the elves, they rarely refused if they asked for it.

The crown, at the behest of the Norman king, who was still a tribal leader at the time, was cast in the shape of a bear's tooth and the leaves of a silver-crowned tree, and is said to symbolize the friendship between the elves and humans. But the life span of human beings is too short, and the life of elves is so long, I don't know when it began, the things that need to be remembered are lost in the long river of time, and the hard life and unequal fate have further intensified the existing contradictions. Like now, whether it is Princess Diane or Dylan, they have no idea about the secret of this crown, or even if they do, they will not care, for Princess Diane, there are only three people in the world who need her to love, herself, her son Dylan, and her only spouse Faucet. And Dylan Donclay, every kind of instruction he received from a toddler was telling him that elves were almost equal to demons and demons, and perhaps worse, that every lie they told by their long lives and beautiful faces would be believed to be true...... They skillfully disguise themselves, pretend to be in words and deeds, deliberately make a gesture of indifference and indifference, as if they know nothing and are not interested in power, but look at the White Tower, look at the Castle of Cape, look at Norman and Thunder Castle, look at Grey Ridge and the Silvercrown Forest, are they not all elves or elve-inclined people who rule? Not to mention how many people they have conquered with their fame and charm when every adult elf travels for decades or more? And the tentacles of the elves stretch like a plague to every city and every forest, or every wilderness, and listen to the singing of the bards, for there are not more names of the elves than of knights or kings?

That's what Dylan always thought, he was hostile to the elves, he despised the elves, he rejected the elves, and after gaining the rule of Thundercastle, he unthinkingly expelled the knights and merchants who were friendly with the elves, and he also refused the help of the Silver Crown Jungle before the arrival of each winter, believing that even without the elves and their allies, humans could repel the orcs, with magic and will—he thought so, and did it, and he thought he would give everything for Thundercastle like Old Don Clay.

But in an instant, everything was turned upside down - King John was dead, as simple as that, perhaps because many people had had had enough of a mad king who watched his mother, Princess Diane, take his uncle's crown and put it in his bun, but just a few days earlier, she had told Dylan that a new coronation was in the works, and that her son would become king of the Highlands Norman before winter came.

Dylan was at a loss, he didn't know what to do, although his heart was urging him to return to Thundercastle as soon as possible, but Princess Diane, or Her Majesty the Norman Queen, sent no less than twenty spellcasters and a hundred knights to guard Dylan, lest this wayward little guy take advantage of her inattention to escape, it would be ridiculous that there was no new king at the coronation.

Dylan knew that she genuinely loved herself, otherwise she wouldn't have given up her power and glory so easily, it wasn't what he wanted, but he couldn't refuse.

Tomorrow, Dylan Donclay will cease to exist, and since he will inherit the throne of Highland Norman, he will not be able to keep the Donclay surname, which never seems to have really belonged to him, but he is really going to lose it.

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"Did Dylan go to rest?"

The Norman queen sat in front of a large ebony dressing table, surrounded by three busy maids. One helped her to untie her sleeves, which had been brought down by a new pattern of the southern countries, and the sleeves were to be made fluffy and wide, and then they were bound together according to certain rules with thin straps made of various silks, and the mysteries and sorties of all sorts of tastes could be written into a book three inches thick, and the third was to prepare for her the emulsifiable cream to moisturize her skin. These creams come from a warlock, expensive enough to bankrupt a fiefdom-barren knight before winter arrives.

"Your Highness is still thinking. The fourth maid she questioned said.

"He's a tender child," Diane said, "but sometimes it's inevitable to be indecisive -- though that's why I love him so much." ”

"He'll be grateful to you. ”

"Of course," said Diane, "he did not yet know what a precious gift it was—who else could let me take off Norman's crown? It was so glorious and bright, but it was my hope that he would sit on the throne of black iron, with a crown of pure gold, and a scepter in his hand, and all the ministers and knights would bow and bow to him, and bow to him. ”

Speaking of this, the queen sighed softly, she picked up a letter from a few official documents, it came from the silver-crowned forest, in which the elves shamelessly threatened that the orcs were using human female ** to produce countless monsters, this letter should have been sent to Dylan, but Diane would never allow Dylan's coronation to be ruined by anything - now that winter is only a month or two away, can those monsters grow up to be a warrior in such a short time? No kidding, the orcs had been routed by Dylan last winter, and this winter they could only curl up in their tents and starve in anticipation of the arrival of spring as soon as possible, attacking Thundercastle?

"Burn it. Diane said that a maid took the letter and threw it into the hearth, but fortunately the elves would have made paper out of the fibers of the leaves, otherwise the room would have been filled with the stench of burning sheepskins.

Diane squinted, even if Dylan was not there, his mage group was still stationed in Thundercastle, and there was no need to worry too much about the safety of Thundercastle.

However, something suddenly occurred to her: "Has anyone come to claim Leona's bounty with Birdwin?"

"No, Your Majesty. ”

"So...... Double," said Diane calmly, "no, threefold, triple the amount of the bounty," she ignored the handmaiden's astonishment, "I want them to never be able to approach the Normans of the Highlands, and never to shake the rule of my son—to let the thieves and the Assassins harass them, and chase them, so that they may have a moment of peace but death." (To be continued.) )

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