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Seven 05 a.m.

Central Intramuros.

273 Haven Street.

There is nothing surprising about this address, neither in the past nor in the present.

Or in the future, the address will become famous and even recorded in the annals of history.

Because there was once an emperor of the Central Empire who was imprisoned here.

And, opposite it is the famous 338 Haven Street, which is the legendary shrine of magicians, the astrology library.

That's right.

Charles was imprisoned here, which many years ago was probably a magic material shop, and now his temporary dormitory.

All he needs to do every day now is to get up, look at the other side, wait until it gets dark, or wait until the other side responds.

It reminded him of a story he had heard when he was a child, about a princess who was imprisoned on a high mountain surrounded by cliffs on all sides, and on the opposite side of the mountain was a high mountain, and on that high mountain there was a prince who was trying to save the princess.

So the princess waited for the prince day after day.

Charles felt that he was the princess now, no, he was worse than the princess, he was an emperor, but he couldn't even sit out of the house for a walk.

He didn't live on a high hill surrounded by cliffs on all sides, but outside his house was Haven Street, from which he walked west or east, and walked for more than 20 minutes at most to see more prosperous streets.

But he felt that everything outside was as small as the deep sea.

The most desperate thing in the world is that you feel that the world is like the deep sea, unfathomable.

On this day, Charles got up as usual, went to the window, and looked at the ancient and deep astrological library opposite.

From dawn to dusk.

He didn't touch the food that the guards had brought him, he didn't have any appetite or mood to eat at all.

He knew his empire was about to end.

Oh, not his empire, it's Winnington's.

When he thought of this, he was even more sad.

The greatest sorrow of an emperor is that the rise and fall of his own country has nothing to do with the emperor himself.

"Wine !! I'm going to drink!!" When it finally got dark, he gasped violently as if something had been pressing on his chest, as if something had been pressing on his chest.

He was imprisoned here, and he was not allowed to move around at will, he could not talk to anyone at will, and he had to be repeatedly asked to drink water, let alone drink.

He was going to drink, he didn't care, he felt like he was going crazy.

Or, just kill someone from outside.

Kill it, the people outside shouldn't dare, right?

Of course, the guards outside would definitely not dare to kill this His Majesty Charles, after all, no matter how useless he is, he is also the nominal emperor of the empire.

On weekdays, they can't be too harsh on him, and now when they hear him making a lot of noise in the house, they just look at him coldly.

Anyway, every few days, His Majesty would go mad and then become silent again.

They're all used to it.

But this time, His Majesty seemed to really have a bit of a decisive meaning, and actually took his head and slammed it into the window engraved with various magic patterns, and when he hit it, the window with the magic pattern defense system immediately rebounded with a force, and lifted Charles out of the air.

He fell to the house's rudimentary furniture, bumped on his head by the hardwood furniture, and immediately bled out.

The emperor, who usually screamed at the slightest pain, was a different person today, and as if he was bent on death, to correct his Lancaster surname, he staggered to his feet and slammed into the window again.

At this moment, those guards were in a hurry and wanted to stop His Majesty.

But the next moment, they were all still again.

Because I don't know when a person appeared in the room, this person grabbed Charles who was about to rush forward desperately with one hand, and he didn't see how hard he tried, Charles couldn't move at all.

"I'm going to drink!! Charles roared hard, and when he looked up, he was trembling and collapsed to the ground.

"Will ...... Your Excellency, General, how do you ...... Here it comes. He said with some fear and some snort.

Your Excellency, General.

Now that the Central Empire can get this title, it is naturally only Winnington alone.

"Your Majesty wants to drink, why don't you take it? How did I explain before, you want to serve Your Majesty well, do you want to die?" Wen Nington's voice was a little cold to the guards, but he pulled Charles up very gently, "Why don't you go and get wine for Your Majesty, bring Merlin's new wine this year." ”

After a short period of regain, Merlin City produced a new batch of wines.

However, before the grapes reached their second ripening vintage, the East Coast was once again separated from the Empire.

Now Winnington said such a thing, it was a little inexplicable irony.

"You...... What are you going to do?" As soon as Charles saw Winnington, it was like a sheep seeing a wolf, and suddenly he lost his previous momentum, shivering, and couldn't help but retreat.

"Your Majesty, what else can I do?" Winnington still smiled softly at him, "I don't want to do anything, I just want you to live well, after all, your life is extremely important to the entire empire." ”

When Charles heard this, he immediately remembered what Winnington had told him before, that if the city was broken, he would be the first to die.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" cried out Charles in horror.

He didn't seem to be afraid of death at all, but when real death was near, he cowered again.

"I said, Your Majesty, I won't do anything to you. Winnington ignored the frightened bird-like emperor, and turned to look at the mysterious and silent building.

"Your Majesty, when you're done drinking, come with me to the other side. ”

"No...... I, I'm not going to ......" Charles resisted even more when he heard that Winnington was going to take him to the other side, and stepped back step by step, as if retreating to a corner could escape this miserable fate.

But in the end, he had no choice but to drink the new wine from the Merlin, and then, with Winnington's support, he walked step by step towards the astrological library that he had been gazing at for many days.

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There are so many bad things that I don't know who to talk to.

Sometimes I feel that it is really silly to keep writing this book.

Maybe, no, maybe this is the last book I've ever written, like this.

Suddenly, I felt that Charles and I were quite similar.