When the corner of Yang's clothes floated out of the door, Sven had already appeared at the door, and his fingers were only a little short of enough to grab the corners of Yang's clothes.

But he failed.

The corners of Yang's clothes slipped through Sven's fingers as if mocking, Sven immediately wanted to chase out, and he could also see Yang's figure outside the door, with Sven's current speed, there was a chance to catch Yang.

However, when Swain tried to pass through the gate, the open door seemed to be firmly closed, not only blocking Swain, but also throwing him back.

Falling heavily to the ground, the pain in his body made Sven suddenly understand, he had just gambled on the fifty percent probability of losing.

"That's the true meaning of chaos—"

Listening to the sigh coming from behind him, Swain turned vigilantly.

Vitin, or rather the man who looked like Hekarim Novitin, walked toward Swain on all fours.

"Here, you have a 50 percent chance of defeating me, and I have a 50 percent probability of defeating you, no matter what tactics you want to use, here, there are only random probabilities. ”

Sven frowned, he didn't think this was what Wei Ting would say, Wei Ting, who was a mortal, couldn't have enough knowledge of Chaos, even if he had been around Thresy for a while.

Chaos isn't that easy to understand.

"I see, this is the reason why Seresi wooed Vitin, dragged him to his side, and gave him back that body. ”

Swain loosened his brow, his expression relaxed.

"Your Majesty, am I right?"

Vitin, or the Magical Tyrant Caesar, silently looked at Swain, and the scarlet eyes behind him.

"Long time no see, Beatrice......"

His voice was deep, even muddy, as if the years had buried too much sand in his throat, so that his voice was also filled with sand.

"Are you still stubborn and won't speak?"

Swain stared at Caesar, and he could hear that a secret was hidden in Caesar's deep, muddy words.

"Who are you staring at, haven't you told your descendants?"

Swain's eyes widened.

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The chaos in Tiamat Palace was not curbed by Ramrem's holding back of Sinjid, and the guests who had left the Hall of Glory wanted to leave Tiamat Palace, where the symbol and pride of the empire were a dangerous place to avoid.

Although Marshal Rudolph had been trying to appease the crowd with his prestige, the commotion coming from the Imperial Hall had made the already chaotic situation even more difficult to control, and there was restless movement all over the Tiamat Palace, and no one dared to say for sure that another mob would enter.

In the noise and chaos, no one noticed that two people had quietly left the crowd.

"The alchemist's plan seems to have failed. The Duke of Pesa somehow learned the news of Sinjid's defeat by Young, "It's better that Daxda doesn't fail as well." ”

Carl, who was walking beside him, lowered his head and did not say a word.

The Duke of Pesa also knew Karl's character, and he didn't care, and continued: "According to the information you provided, the materials for the preparation of the magic array have been transported into the Tiamat Palace, but now it seems that what we lack is not these materials, but manpower. ”

Karl glanced at him.

"And what about your manpower to deliver these things?"

The Duke of Pesa also glanced back. "You should know, the Purchasing Bureau, it's your signature on the paper. ”

"Maybe we can continue to use it. ”

"No way. The Duke of Pesa shook his head, "Franz, the court governor of Tiamat Palace, is now on Jericho's side, and it is impossible to use manpower without passing through him. ”

Karl had no expression on his face, as if he didn't care at all.

"Then it's up to us to do it ourselves. ”

The Duke of Pesa frowned as he stopped his steps.

Karl, on the other hand, walked on his own, without stopping to wait for the Duke of Pesa.

"Solve your own business. ”

He didn't even look back, and walked straight ahead.

"That's what you want, boy. ”

He walked past Alans and whispered to him.

Alans' gaze did not shift an inch, and remained fixed on his father.

"Father's ......"

The Duke of Pesa looked at his son silently, his thick beard half-hiding his expression, showing a sternness unlike before.

"Alans, why are you here?"

His tone was rather harsh, not a concern and greeting to his son, but a question.

"I'm here because there's one thing I have to ask you. ”

Alans' eyes were staring at his father, and there was no longer any sparkle in those eyes.

"What?" was the Duke of Pesa's tone, the most utter of emotion, almost the opposite of what he had always been.

"Y-" Alans stepped closer to his father, "have you ever felt sorry for them?"

The duke was silent, of course he knew who his son was referring to.

"Who told you?" asked the duke.

"Aren't you going to deny it?" said Alans, who walked up to his father, who could only look up at his father with the tall figure of Duke Pessa, "are you so merciless to admit this fact, and are you not willing to tell me even a lie?"

Alans' slender body trembled, tears welling up in his eyes.

'There's nothing to deny, Alans, there are a lot of important things in life and for me they are one of them. The Duke of Pesa's eyes were fixed on his son, and now his face was completely devoid of the graceful demeanor with which he usually socialized with the others.

"However, even if it is also an important matter, there is a degree of distinction, just as you are haunted by their deaths and must pursue the truth, I also have my own things to do. ”

"You're ......" Alans gritted his teeth, tears welling up in his eyes.

"It's terrible!"

Alans lunged on him and slammed into his father's arms, and the Duke embraced his son.

"I understand your hatred. The Duke of Pesa's tone was still so calm, "But I will never wave my hand at that." ”

He grabbed Alans by the shoulders and threw him out, how could the skinny Alans be a match for the Duke of Tiger's Back, he fell to the ground, and he couldn't get up immediately.

However, he was not completely out of his way, at least, the dagger that the Duke of Pesa had in his chest was a testament to the efforts of Alans.

"Do you know what that means, Alans?" the Duke drew his dagger and studied the blood on it, as if interested, "If you hate me, then you are now turning yourself into a man like me, you know, you are going to be like me, a murderer." ”

Alans clenched his teeth, blood still on the corners of his mouth, but he didn't give in at all.

"If I become like this, then it's all your fault! If you're going to say I've become a bad person, then I'm going to be a bad person! If you can feel at ease with all this, then so can I!"

Alans struggled to his feet and stumbled towards the Duke of Pesa.

"Alas—" the Duke sighed, as if he were sorry for his son's failure, "what can you do? Is what you are doing right? Is your self-righteous righteousness as pure as you think?"

Alans couldn't hear what his father was saying, and his gritted teeth showed only hatred for his father.

Although Alans was determined, it could not be turned into victory energy, and he was once again knocked out in front of his father's tall body.

"I must ......" Alans struggled to get up from the pain of his broken ribs, and then thought of the Duke of Pesa rushing forward.

The Duke tilted his head slightly, and sighed helplessly, he was now starting to get tired of his son's stubbornness.

"I really can't help you. He said in a tone of regret, as if he was still treating Alans as a child, "Please settle down for a while, I'm very busy right now." ”

He grabbed him by the hair and picked him up like a child.

"Don't get in my way!"

He threw his son to the ground, Alans was not Swain, his physique couldn't withstand such a trauma after all, and the huge impact shook his internal organs, making the stubborn and weak teenager vomit a mouthful of blood.

The Duke of Pesa stepped over his son's body and continued to walk forward.

"Stand ......" Alans supported his body with his elbows, but the blood that flowed beneath him left him no longer on his feet.

The Duke paid no heed to him, and continued to stride forward.

"Stop, stop......" Alans' vision blurred, and his father's back became darker and darker in his eyes, as if the figure was about to sink into the deep pool, completely ignoring him.

"Stand...... Stay ......"

Alans slammed his head to the ground, losing the last of his consciousness.

And at this time, the Duke of Pesa stopped.

He turned away, but instead of looking at his son, he looked at the neatly trimmed flower bed of the royal gardener behind him.

"Tonight is not a good time to get lost, kid. He stared at the flowerbed, as if he had penetrated the hidden figure in the flowerbed, "Come out, I don't want to hide it tonight." ”

"So you told your son the truth so simply?"

Charlotte's figure suddenly appeared among the bushes, apparently she had used invisibility magic to hide somewhere.

The Duke of Pesa frowned, he did not answer Charlotte's question, because the little girl brought back another memory for him.

"I remember you, you once went to Pesa House with Her Highness Caterina. ”

"You have a good memory. Charlotte said with a cold face and in an indistinguishable tone, "Since your memory is so good, is the killing of your wife and daughter also deeply imprinted in your mind, so that you can't forget it?"

Duke Pesa's face did not change at all.

"That's history, not memory. ”

"What's the difference?" Charlotte asked, frowning slightly, tilting her neck.

"History is in my head – not like memory, in my heart. ”

"You're such a heartless person. Charlotte looked at Duke Pesa's gaze with a little disdain, "Just like Jericho, you are disgusting things. ”

"Nope. The Duke of Pesa shook his head, "He is not enough. ”

With that, he pulled out his pistol from under his coat and aimed it at Charlotte.

"I guess Her Highness Catalina asked you to come here, right?" he said, glancing around, "What does that Highness think? after seeing the turmoil tonight." ”

"It's more interesting now than tomorrow. Charlotte looked at the muzzle of the gun and took a deep breath, "And you, you don't see the present." ”

"Because I'm looking farther afield. The Duke held his head high, his gaze very determined.

"No, I'm talking literally. ”

"W......" Before Duke Pesa could react, the thick vines that broke through the ground under his feet had already wrapped around his body from his ankles, tying him so tightly that he couldn't even hold the gun in his hand, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"It seems like you're nothing remarkable. The magic made Charlotte gasp a little, but she was still quite proud of her results, "You're nothing special." ”

Although he was caught, the Duke of Pesa did not show any frustration.

"Really?"

He just asked rhetorically.