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The dust settled.

Everything was in uncertainty because of the long, slow footsteps.

Mai Werther's head, which had been lowered, was raised again and looked in the direction where the footsteps came.

Ashnayo looked over as well.

At this moment, everyone wants to know who the person who came is.

Who would come to this place of right and wrong at this time?

Await.

It's still the kind of unhurried, leisurely footsteps that seem to be walking.

It's like the owner of the footsteps, who didn't know that there were so many people here, waiting for him to show up.

A minute later.

It's a long minute.

The footsteps finally came to the door of the astrological library.

The people who were waiting finally saw the mysterious visitor.

Freeloader.

This is a very strange young man.

It's not just that he's weird, and it's not just that he's coming to this point in time, where he clearly shouldn't have been.

What's more, under his seemingly young appearance, there seems to be a soul that has been sleeping for many years.

His eyes were not at all like the calm and unwavering that a person of his age should have.

His demeanor, bearing, and calmness are like a mountain that has stood for an unknown number of years.

But his appearance is so young, an extremely weird, and inexplicably appropriate mixture.

It's the image of this uninvited guest who suddenly breaks into the world of light and darkness.

At this time, he finally seemed to notice that there were many people looking at him, and suddenly became a little shy, and said to those who were standing in the light and darkness: "Everyone, the bright moon and the clear breeze, so Yaxing." ”

Silent.

120,000 points of silence.

This man, this young man who is extremely eccentric.

It's not that no one knows him.

But those who knew him would never dare to say that they really knew him.

Because of him, it's completely different from before.

He became strange and familiar at the same time.

"Arter?" Ashnayo's voice was a little low, and he felt as if he was dreaming.

I don't understand where the situation is heading now.

A person who should never have appeared at this time, in this place, reappeared in front of him in an unprecedented gesture.

He didn't know where he came from.

"Artist...... "The young man frowned and pondered for a moment, then laughed again, and said, "You can call me that, but...... I'd prefer you to call me, Reinhardt. ”

"Reinhardt ......" Ashnayo fell silent again.

A wrong time, a wrong place, the wrong person.

Why did he come here.

The scene became more and more confusing.

Because of the arrival of a strange young man, he was forced to suppress the breath of so many people by his momentum alone.

"If ......" Just when everyone seemed to be silent until they melted into the darkness, Mai Witt suddenly spoke, he looked at the rumored once most famous playboy in Central Wangcheng, and now the betrayer of humanity, and said suspiciously, "If I remember correctly, Reinhardt ......"

"It seems to be the man...... name. ”

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Iron Float was looking at the endless darkness outside the door.

He had been at Lancaster's house for a long time.

He was waiting for something.

Although he didn't know what it was, it was just a gut feeling.

In the dark, something will appear.

Tonight, the entire Central Castle seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog that could not be seen clearly.

He could feel that there were many things going on in the most central city on the continent.

But he can't manage it so much, and he doesn't want to care about it.

The only thing he could do was to stand guard in front of Lancaster's house and keep Lucifer safe.

Until dawn.

At that time, he will leave, find a place where no one is, and spend the rest of his life in silence.

Maybe I will also work hard to practice the exercises and walk again on the road of martial arts.

Or maybe just give up and be an ordinary person, no longer wearing armor and not carrying a knife.

Just like that until death.

He suddenly got a little tired of it, after returning from the southeast.

He felt that everything he had pursued before, whether it was glory, perseverance, or the eternal pinnacle of martial arts.

It's all so nothing.

Once, he thought he could follow Lucifer down a path like never before.

It's like the oath they made after indulging in alcohol in that small town on the night of exterminating the horse bandits.

That was the first time Tiefutu got drunk.

It should also be the last time.

He will remember that night for the rest of his life.

That's when their ideals shine.

Now he's alone.

Because the world is not that simple.

If you want to get something, you have to give something.

Or even do something you don't want to do at all.

He couldn't do it.

He is Tiefutu, and he can only stand still.

The rock is like a mountain.

After this time, find a good place and bury this armor on your body.

He held the long knife at his waist and said to himself silently.

Then he heard it.

The sound of knives.

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Nine fingers and seven fingers continue to walk through the night.

He's gotten rid of most of his pursuers, and only the last few hard ideas are tricky.

But it won't be too long, and he can get rid of it in twenty minutes.

He had to go back.

Tonight's Central Intranet is too unsettling.

It's like on the eve of a storm, and the depressed are out of breath.

He even vaguely felt that his assassination was the key to pulling off this huge storm.

I must go back, no matter whether Su Junyan wakes up or not, I want to take him away if I try my best.

After all, Central Wangcheng is not the place for people like them.

This place is so treacherous, it's alive.

The reason why it is so prosperous, so prosperous, and so eye-catching.

That's because it eats people, eats people's desires, greed, competitiveness, fear, despair, and then grows up through these nutrients.

Jun Yan.

Let's go.

Here, not for us.

He took another step and disappeared around a corner.

And in the white number seven that he could not see.

That destination.

A carriage drove out and headed for an unknown place.

Rainstorms are coming.

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The first is to eat. (To be continued.) )