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The deafening roar intensified, the light on the dome of the hall dimmed, and locusts surged like dark clouds from the seven arches.

Just as they were panicking, a black mouth suddenly cracked in the ground of the earthy yellow stone casting under the two of them.

Otilette didn't have time to react, and only fell into the unknown black hole.

It seemed that for a moment, everything was still, and the ghost cry of the mad old man, the buzzing of locusts, and the sound of sand and rain were gone.

Although Lin Sheng was still holding his hand tightly, his will was becoming less and less clear, and in this pure darkness, only his body was constantly falling.

No sound, no drafts, no temperature.

Could it be that you have fallen into the bottomless pit of legends?

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The image in Otillet's eyes melted.

From pure darkness, it gradually turned into a melting firelight, cold and warm intertwined.

Where is this, and what is going on?

"Little Ollie, what are you doing?"

"Huh?"

Otillette was surprised that Ollie was her milk name, and she hadn't used it for seven years.

She looked up and looked at the man in front of her in bewilderment, who was so kind and kind.

blurted out: "Grandma!"

"Well, little Ollie, you naughty wretch, sit close to the stove, look at you, your whole body is shaking. ”

"What?"

What the hell happened, didn't grandma die a long time ago?

But it's not right, the grandmother in front of her seems to be very young, and her temples are not completely white.

Otilette subconsciously touched her grandmother's hand, soft and warm, it was true!

There was a dampness in his eyes, "Grandma...... I miss you so much!"

"Silly boy, no, grandma just told you a story about the wind god Eros, and you're about to fall asleep......"

Grandma smiled kindly and gently rubbed Otillette's hair with her hands.

"Tomorrow that mischievous Bolton will come with your Uncle West, you're the eldest daughter of the Stormeroded Fortress, but treat them well. ”

"And, Ollie, take care of your little sister, Wendy. ”

Otilette nodded slightly, and looked at little Wendy, who was sleeping on her arm, her sweet face like a delicate flower bud.

Outside the window, it was snowing like goose feathers.

It turned out that everything went back to seven years ago.

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The picture quickly dissipated again, and it was a vast field of snow.

The wind whined, and there were scattered footprints on the ground.

The hot breath from his mouth turned into a fog, heavy suede snow boots, and a white fox fur wrapped in a crimson cloak.

The cold breath really makes it difficult for people to move an inch.

"Children, don't run far, it's been too long since it snowed like this, it's so rare, I must go find some prey for the lord!" shouted Benjie cheerfully, looking very young, probably less than thirty years old, and dressed rather childishly.

After a few brief explanations to the children, he left in a hurry.

This scene really happened before, exactly the same.

Banjie hasn't gone far.

Bolton, the little adult, took a long breath, picked up the short and thin black iron sword in his hand, pointed at Otilette and said angrily, "So, are you people in the Wind Erosion Fortress so incompetent?"

"Such a stupid butler, such a puppet lord, and you, little Luca, you too, you dare not duel with me. ”

Bolton's insulting words, Otillette could simply follow his words.

From now on, everything that happened here would have appeared countless times in her dreams.

In her bitter taste buds, painful memories were recalled countless times.

"Little Luca, come on, don't hide behind your sister......"

Little Luca was only five years old at this time, and he tugged at the corner of his clothes tightly, hiding his face behind him, and he didn't dare to come out.

"Sister...... I'm afraid ......"

Otilette sneered and glanced at the tense little adult Bolton, his eyebrows flirtatious and his lips thin and turned out.

It turns out that Burton has been so annoying since he was a child.

"Cousin, what kind of eyes do you have? I want to talk about you, do you know how ashamed you are, and listen to what everyone has to say.

Even your parents are ashamed of you, just because you are a damned eldest daughter, but not the firstborn, and because of this relationship, you are not qualified to take over the position of Pope Envo?"

"But that's fine, you're all liars, relying on some filthy stuff, phew...... You can be a lord...... Although my father can only be a small castle lord now, it is ten thousand times better than this puppet lord!"

Take a deep breath and hold your breath.

There is a flame in the chest.

Otillette had confessed countless times before the gods that he had injured Bolton with a wrong hand, leaving the man crippled for life.

But at this moment, when the same situation is once again in front of him,

She found out that even if this thing happened hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of times.

I will make the same choice myself.

Bolton grinned and said contemptuously: "It's not possible, you also have to duel with me." ”

Otillette snorted coldly, then the old and new hatreds will be counted together, Bolton.

"Come on. ”

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Smack.

Edward slapped the table hard, his face pale and bruised.

"Otty, Lee, Special, you...... You...... Why are you going to do a sacrificial rhyme to Bolton?"

Seeing his enraged father, Otillette bit her lower lip.

The entire prelude hall was silent, and grandma, mother, and Banjie all lowered their eyebrows, not daring to speak.

It was from this moment that she was isolated.

It's no longer the cute Ollie, but it's become a cold full name, word by word, Ao, Ti, Lie, Te.

Edward's eyes swept across the hall, and he roared angrily:

"What about the Banjies?"

"The villain is ...... Lord Lord......"

"Benjie, where did you go when it happened, how did you make the children poke out such a big basket?"

With a plop, Banjie's face was as pale as earth, and he knelt straight down.

"Ahem...... My lord...... It's all the fault of the villain...... Villain ......"

"Needless to say, brother West has already returned?"

"Your Excellency...... The people of Black Iron Castle have already returned...... However, the young master of Bolton was covered in blood, and his life was worry-free, but the lower half of his body was already blurred with blood...... Presumably the situation ......"

"Enough!"

Edward's blood surged, and he glanced fiercely at Otillette.

Only Diana coughed lightly, and said unhurriedly: "Edward, the wood is already in the boat, Otillette is certainly at fault, but for the sake of the future, I should not blame the child, and I should try my best to make up for this mistake." ”

Smack.

Edward slumped into his seat.

After calming down slightly, he sighed and said, "Banjie, prepare a long book, with more earnest words, promising that the Wind Erosion Fortress will not use the 'Sacrificial Wind Ballad' to the outside world in the future, and list it as one of the Wind Erosion Forbidden Techniques.

As for the young master's injury to our wind erosion fortress, the Holy See will do its best to heal it, and today's matter is our fault, and we will definitely visit our door another day to ask for our sin. ”

Although this was the worst way to make up for it, Banjie nodded abruptly in response to the lord's request.

During this period, she also secretly glanced at Otillette, but this little girl lowered her head at the moment, her face was like frost, and she did not have a trace of remorse.

This little girl was still sweet and lovely the night before, but today she has completely changed sex?

Just thinking about it.

A storm-eroded soldier rushed in from the outside, stumbled and fell to his knees in front of Edward.

Out of breath and said, "Lead...... Miss Wendy is gone, my lordship, and the whole of the Windblown Lands has been searched...... We followed the footprints of the Black Iron Castle Iron Rider and found this ...... on the trail of the Nishizawa Gorge."

Edward's eyes widened.

Looking at the dark blue cross pendant in the soldier's hand, it was crystal clear, and twenty-six dark green malachites were shining.

It was a gift from little Wendy's grandfather when she was full moon.

Bang dang.

The sword in Edward's hand fell, and his gaze hardened.

"Otillet, you take this white mang, and from now on, you must not go out alone. ”