The scarlet eyes behind Swain lifted, and the look cast on Sophia looked interested.

However, Swain didn't dare to look at Sophia at all, and he tried to look away from himself, even if it was just self-deception.

"Do you want to know what our ancestors were staring at?"

As if she didn't understand her brother's wishes, or deliberately didn't want her brother to escape, Sophia continued to take a step forward with a shallow smile, approaching Swain's side.

"I'm ......" Sven's teeth chattered slightly, and his breathing was as rapid as in the dead of winter, "I don't want to know ......"

"Would you like to listen to me, then?" said Sophia, who stepped forward quickly and sat down in her brother's arms, "would you like to hear me tell you this story?"

She gently held her brother's face, and her eyes were so affectionate.

Sven was forced to look at his sister, his eyelashes twitching slightly, then nodded silently.

"She must be watching us. Sophia smiled softly, like all girls in love, her smile was pure and beautiful, like an angel, "She must be blessing us, do you say?"

Swain felt that the strength in his body had almost dissipated, and it was difficult to even move his fingers, as if he had suddenly become a terminally ill weak, rather than a formidable Midnight Earl who had overcome many powerful enemies.

"I love you. Sophia stroked her brother's face and continued to say affectionately, "I am willing to give anything for you." I would like to look at your back and wait silently every day when you come home late, and if this is your wish, then I am willing to accept it. But that's not what I want. I just want to stay in our castle and enjoy our tranquility, and nothing else, just that peace, as long as that peace is enough. ”

She bent down and snuggled up to her brother's chest.

"I don't ask much, will you promise me?"

Swain raised his head and stared blankly at the painted ceiling.

Sven spoke slowly, with a trilling sound between his tongue and teeth.

"If that's what you want......"

He knew that if he continued to say this, then his long-term pursuit would be in vain. He had come out of Midnight Castle, done so much, and did not hesitate to turn himself into the most ruthless scavenging crow, and had spent so many lives to get the results of today, and now, because of a request from his sister, he had to completely negate all these efforts.

"Well, I'm ......"

Swain knew that Sophia's character would not make such a request, as she had just said, Sophia was willing to look at her brother's back, and waited silently every day when her brother returned late, she was a meek and well-behaved girl, even if she was not so reluctant in her heart, she would not say this thought.

"Willing to ......"

He also knew that Sophia would make such a request to himself now, it was definitely Atropos' ghost, only he could affect his sister to such an extent, and only he could give himself the most fatal blow at this time. There is no doubt that Atropos' purpose in doing this was to bring Swain back to the fate of the previous Midnight Earls, so that Swain could continue to maintain the status quo ante of the Jericho family. I'm afraid Atropos had been working on this plan since Swain left Midnight Castle, maybe even earlier, and even if he understood this, Sven was not in a position to change anything now.

"Give it all up for you!"

Yes, despite knowing all this, how could Swain refuse in the face of his sister's request?

He closed his eyes, but there was no sadness or regret in his heart, only a little sadness.

It turns out that the fate that I have pursued so far, and who I have worked hard to change for the sake of me and the people around me, is exactly the life that the people around me hope for.

He put his arms around Sophia, and the gaze behind him from the original Midnight Castle finally closed his eyes.

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"Whew-whew-"

Yang carried Ernest on his back, struggling to navigate through the dark corners of the streets of Deweide, he was an adult on his back, and it was really a big burden for Yang who had just fought a big battle.

He walked through the neighborhood near Apu Avenue and couldn't help but stop.

Looking at the surrounding scenery, he couldn't help but show a sad look on his face.

"Manfred ......"

Gritting his teeth, Yang clenched his fists and continued to take firm steps.

"Jericho, wait, my revenge has just begun. ”

The light of Tiamat Palace almost illuminates the night sky, and now the entire Deweide people know that the imperial capital has undergone amazing changes, in the recent terrifying atmosphere, the residents of Deweide have been extremely sensitive to the wind and grass, and the current movement makes the people of the imperial capital extremely uneasy, as if the end of the world is just around the corner, everyone only wants to escape from this terrible nightmare, and they don't even want to struggle.

Yang kicked open the door of the Cape Cathedral, perhaps because of the excessively tense atmosphere in the imperial capital during this time, and the residents of the imperial capital who were too busy to take care of themselves did not feel any strange about the closed doors of this cathedral. Perhaps, in their opinion, this is the right time for Cape Cathedral to do this, like them, to hold up their heads and hide from all this.

What the foolish people don't know, however, is that the reason for the closure of the church is not because of fear of getting involved in the current situation, or not just because of that.

When Alain broke in, no one escaped his murderous hands, including Archbishop Cuthbert himself, who was killed by Alain's murderous axe.

Although Alain himself later died at the hands of Yang.

The boy dragged his heavy breath and struggled to get Ernest into the place where he and Manfred had been hiding. They have been operating underground in the Cape Cathedral for a long time, making it an absolutely safe shelter, even when Swain sent the Thirteen Classes to hunt them down, no one could find out that there was a source of evil hidden under the Cape Cathedral.

"Ernest No. Jericht. Yang threw Ernest, who was in a blood-loss coma and almost dying, to the ground, and although he saved the man, Yang did not have any sympathy for him, "In the flesh, you are quite remarkable, your son, that beastly Sven has defeated almost all his enemies, but you have been defeated. However, you are an ordinary person after all, and perhaps in more ancient times, you would have had the opportunity to slay the evil dragon with a spear and become the true hero of the Age of Knights, but now, in this era that you have always longed for and been confused, you can't become such a hero. ”

Yang took a breath, his face was also quite pale, and he could see that he was not in good shape.

"Manfred once said that you father and son are amazing men, and I'm at least sure that you are amazing. But the great man has exactly his sorrows, and how much sorrow will be hidden behind your fame?"

Looking at Jingzi, Yang suddenly smiled at his scarlet eyes in the mirror.

"I don't know, and I guess you don't either. But as long as the world knows, what they need to know is not the truth, they just need to know what they need to know. ”

He turned and walked outside, waving his hand as if to say goodbye to Ernest.

"Farewell, lost and miserable, may your death give you rest. May you learn the truth about your father's death underground. ”

Walking out of the Cape Cathedral, Yang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the wind of this summer night still carried a little smell of gunpowder, but Yang felt exceptionally cool.

When he opened his eyes suddenly, Yang's eyes were completely different.

"It's time to meet, sister. ”

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In a forgotten corner of the Tiamat Palace, the wind blows the flame of the uneasy candle, and the shadow of the candle swaying in the wind is like the fate of its owner.

Alexander, His Majesty the Emperor, who had been on the throne for less than a month, suddenly ushered in a great misfortune when he had just reached the peak of his life.

Swain was cruel to him, perhaps in retaliation for what happened to Katerina, and Swain simply broke Alexander's spine and destroyed his central nervous system, leaving His Majesty the Emperor completely paralyzed, and turned into a cripple who could not even open his mouth to speak or move his fingers.

At present, most of the people in Tiamat's palace, including those who were responsible for the care of His Majesty's life, understood that the seemingly noble and holy Emperor Alexander II of Siliur was in fact nothing more than a marionette in the hands of Princess Swain and the Greatest. Those two real rulers wanted to manipulate him, and His Majesty the Emperor had no ability to resist at all.

The servants who came and went, fearing the chaos that was taking place in Tiamat's palace, paid no attention to His Majesty the Emperor, and they were even eager to leave their messengers at once, far from this dangerous palace, rather than to be killed by something that should have nothing to do with them.

However, they don't know that this does not give them much security, on the contrary, this kind of thinking of theirs just pushes them one step further into the abyss.

Although Swain killed Caesar, the magical tyrant summoned by Thresi, the chaos that originated from the Imperial Hall did not dissipate, but spread even more ferociously because of the magic array that Karl had drawn around the palace of Tiamat.

Of course, for ordinary people, this thing is invisible to them, chaos is not a material thing, it is actually a state, when caught in chaos, everything will inevitably change. Some people are afraid of it, while others are full of expectations, and it is difficult to say whether the erosion of chaos is good or bad, but it can only be said that it is a possibility.

Even, let the severed limbs come back to life, and bring the dead back to life.

As long as you can bet on that 50% chance of winning.

Just as everyone was ignoring, Alexander, paralyzed in bed, stood up, rubbing his unkempt hair, as if he had not fully woken up from his slumber.

He was barefoot, and he didn't care that he only had a thin set of pajamas on him, and walked out like that.

Because the corner left by Caterina was very remote, and the servants around him had no intention of serving before this catastrophe, Alexander walked out of his "cage" unhindered, and even prepared to leave the inner city.

And it just so happened that Marshal Rudolph and a group of nobles who had come to the dinner were preparing to take refuge in the inner city.

At this time, these imperial nobles feel guilty that they have lost their former elegance, for their own lives, they naturally can't take care of their demeanor, women even lose their inconvenient high heels, and men no longer know how to be polite to women, if it weren't for the majesty of Marshal Rudolph to suppress them, I'm afraid they will soon be out of order.

"Your Majesty?" Franz, who was walking with Marshal Rudolph, was the first to see Alexander, and he hurriedly grabbed the old marshal and motioned to the person who appeared in front of him.

Seeing His Majesty the Emperor, Marshal Rudolph couldn't help but be stunned, his eyes widened, and then as if he had suddenly come to his senses, he shouted at the crowd: "Quiet!"

The crowd suddenly fell silent, and the old marshal's words were quite effective.

The marshal escorted the two princes and stepped forward.

"Your Majesty. He bowed, then pushed Liang forward to the child, "I am very happy that you are safe and sound, and there is good news that your child has survived." ”

Alexei was still speechless, he stared innocently at his father with a pair of eyes open, while his younger brother Paul looked a little cowering and dared to hide behind his brother's back.

"Child......" Alexander held out his hand, and his hoarse voice gave the old marshal a sense of foreboding.

And this feeling was immediately confirmed - Alexander's outstretched hand did not put his arms around his two sons, but choked their necks!