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Chapter 234: The Palace of Ales

About the past life was too happy, God is going to rub the pain into the bones and blood to make her feel more deeply as a reward for the happiness of the past, as if to take back those days little by little without leaving a trace, the corner of her mouth under the mask pulled a sarcastic smile.

Even those ten years, the darkest and saddest ten years, or the ten years at the military academy, were a little better than now, and she realized that in fact, everything was not so important, because it had become the wreckage of ruins, both in her mind and in reality.

Even though the Ales Palace had become a haunted house, the guards did not relax at all, so they had to stay until after dark, and Moro went around to the palace to avoid the eyes and ears of the guards, and came to the entrance to the abandoned dungeon of Ales.

The dungeon of the palace of Ales had been abandoned, and she carefully walked around the puddle without making a sound. She didn't know how the current barrier of the Ales Palace was distributed and how it changed, she could only walk cautiously, not teleport.

She was so fast that she quickly ascended from the dungeon to the second floor, and she didn't even have time to make any sighs for the former home, so she quickly and carefully pushed the door into her suite.

None of the furnishings have changed, not the same as when he left the palace and went to the bloody prison. It seems that it has been dusty for a long time, and all the utensils are covered with a thick layer of dust.

She took the key from the last level of the bookshelf, turned to the table and opened the hidden compartment behind the drawer.

"What sound?" Enzo asked in a low voice, then whispered, "There are others here." ”

Lorenzo didn't have the talent of Enzo, so he frowned, walked up the stairs, turned around, and pushed open the door to Morro's suite.

Lorenzo looked into the moonlight and saw a trail of half-fallen footprints on the dusty floor, apparently standing on tiptoe to reduce the sound.

The footprints ended under the bookshelf, and Lorenzo looked up to see some of the dust that had been wiped off the top of the bookshelf.

"Someone got ahead of us." Lorenzo muttered and said to Enzo.

Enzo had a disappointed look on his face, "Didn't you say that this diary doesn't know how many people exist?" ”

It turned out that he had come to find the diary, presumably for the corpse hand.

Lorenzo didn't answer, crouched down around the table and looked down at the dust that had been wiped off the keyhole, frowning and falling into deep thought.

Could it be her?

Are you still alive?

The little hope that had just been ignited was quickly extinguished by himself, as if he was delusional again.

And who is this daring intruder?

The girl with the silver mask in the darkness held the diary in her hand tightly, tears rolling down one by one. Cocking the corners of her mouth to hear that his voice was still so special, with calm and calm, she wanted to just go out and tell him that she was alive and that she loved him, but unfortunately she couldn't be a stumbling block in his way again.

What if she went out and told him she was alive?

She couldn't give up her family again, and once again she chose between him and Ales, and she chose Ales, gave up on him, and then gave up on herself.

She and he were not fellow travelers after all.