Night. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The night is coming.

The night seemed so long.

It looks like there's no end to it.

Werther sat in the darkness and looked out into the night.

The seat he sat in was the one where Heinrich used to sit.

He missed his teacher so much.

At least during the lifetime of the King of Light, no matter how dark it was outside, there was always a beam of light that would awaken the ignorance of the world.

But now even that light is gone.

Is there still hope in this world?

Witt didn't know.

In the final battle of the Southeast, after his defeat.

Ashnayo didn't kill him, but took him back to the Central City with the entire Mai Bachelor's Regiment.

He sent them back to the astrological library and left.

There is no harm, no restraint, no restraint, as if nothing had happened.

They did not flee from the Central Royal City, nor did they try to help, maintain, and save Su Junyan.

But Mai Witt knew that from now on, they would fall into eternal darkness and have no more freedom.

This astrological library is the cage that traps them, without shackles, but the moment they enter, they have been silently told that you will never leave this place again.

It's a kind of last dignity left to the King of Light, right?

If even his disciples disappeared overnight after the death of the Light King, then I am afraid that their great, respectable, and soon-to-be-ascended throne disciple would also feel really embarrassed.

It's important to save some face for everyone.

At least do it, or do it.

But now, at this moment, tonight, Werther no longer wants this decency.

Don't want this fragile, useless compromise and balance anymore.

There was a fire that was burning inside him.

"The teacher treats us like a mountain. "Werther was talking to himself in the dark, but he was actually talking to everyone.

Because, in the darkness, this library, which once existed like a sanctuary, was filled with all the sackcloth.

Those disciples of Heinrich.

Their eyes were open, and in the darkest environment, they emitted a ray of soul light.

There is also a fire in their hearts, which is burning!

"He gave us clothes, he fed us, he taught us to read, he taught us the most powerful power in the world, and he saw each and every one of us as his children, and he saw everyone in this country as his family. ”

"He gave everything, gave everything he could. ”

"He was a great man, a kind man, a man who was selfless to the extreme. ”

"He should have left this world in the most glorious way possible. ”

"But now, he's dead, dead of a murder, dead in no apparent detail!"

"And the one who killed him will not be judged or punished in any way, but will receive all the ...... of the country he guarded."

"We're ......" Mai Werther closed her eyes in the darkness.

Breathe deeply.

"Vengeance !!" suddenly roared, like light piercing through the darkness.

The flames that existed in the hearts of men finally broke out.

"Revenge !!"

"Revenge !!"

"Revenge !!"

Just an hour ago, Mai Witt received an anonymous letter saying that there was revenge, and there was revenge, just tonight.

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Just tonight.

It's all going to come to an end.

A young man named Reinhardt walked slowly along the avenue named after Charlemagne, the Founding Emperor.

Along the way, more or less, some memories of the past, this body, will come to his mind.

Those carefree youth, those wandering life, and those obscure, incomprehensible, intricate formulas of demonic patterns, and words that are forcibly called verses with incompatible prefaces.

It's going to be over.

It's going to be over.

As he said to himself, the signboard of the Magician Warlock Association in front of him was already faintly visible in the night.

He looked at the familiar and unfamiliar signboard, and suddenly recited a poem: "Ah~ Bird in the tree, why do you fly so low, isn't it, is there another bird on the ground? Or, do you want to be a bird without legs, keep flying in the sky, and refuse to come down again?"

Inexplicable, eccentric, unpoetic tune, on the King's Avenue at night, a strange young man, a strange destination.

There is a strange, poetic feeling.

And at this moment, in the distance, a panicked and noisy shout suddenly sounded.

Killed.

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Killed.

Fast forward half a minute ago.

Lester was indeed thinking about killing.

He sat in the carriage, his eyes closed, and he banged on the window, feeling how long the time was.

In the past, he only took more than 20 minutes to go back and forth, but now it seemed as long as 10,000 years.

Hurry, hurry, hurry, fool.

He really wanted to go and catch the carriage himself.

But he didn't really do it, because he had something else going on in his head.

Do you want to just kill Su Junyan.

This Su Junyan is really a scourge, staying in this world, even if he completely falls into mental isolation, it makes people worry.

Otherwise, let's just kill him.

It's a hundred.

Don't worry about it anymore.

Yes, it's decided, I'll kill that Su Junyan when I go back.

Even if he kills him, His Highness will blame him, and he can't care so much.

Even if His Highness would kill him for this, he would do it.

Although he was mean, shameless, and vitriol, there was nothing at all about the great wisdom that deserved to be praised.

But he felt in the dark that his nerves, which had cultivated the telekinesis spell for many years, were constantly reminding him, hinting at him, urging him, Su Junyan would definitely be the biggest enemy of His Highness Lucifer, if he continued to exist in this world.

He had to settle this trouble for His Highness.

He's a dog, a good dog.

A good dog should give up his life for his master, even if it is really death.

It's decided, it's decided.

Kill him, kill him!

Lester opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes were full of murderous intent and hideousness, so much so that his eyes were completely red.

"Kill him......" he couldn't help but whisper.

Kill him, when these three words came out, he was already very close to the white seven.

Close enough to turn two more intersections, and he arrived.

But he'll never get to that place again.

Because a blade had reached into his carriage.

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