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Chapter 259: Cold (2)

Roland suddenly laughed, with the smell of sunshine that Morrow was once familiar with, that heartfelt smile, "My mother is a maid, a slut who secretly climbed into your bed while you were drunk, I am your illegitimate son, because I almost can't be the heir in front of Lord Andy, because I, you failed to marry Vera, because of me, you failed to be the leader of the Demon Party, because of these you have hated me for three hundred years. The one who bears the fault is me, not Morro, and I have never done anything wrong, the only thing I did wrong was to live in this world. ”

Roland was obviously laughing, but it made people read sadness, he knew Moro too well, Moro envied him when he was a child, but now he really envied Morrow, because Eliad was sincere to Morrow, and Bowen had nothing but disgust with himself.

Roland's words were not finished, "I also want to do good things for you, I think that if I can do things well for you, do what you want, even if I can exchange the slightest bit of your pity, I feel that I have not lived in vain in this life, even if I can wash away a little disgust in your heart, it is worth it...... It's my wishful thinking. ”

Ten years in Ales were the warmest ten years he could remember, although Ales was the coldest place in the Blood Continent, and Eliade's face was cold and stern, he could still feel that Eliad was still good to him, never mentioning his origin, nor did he say a word of insult to him. But in the end, he still chose Bowen, he was indeed delusional, Bowen still wouldn't give him the slightest mercy, and even wanted him to die in the civil war, or die directly and silently in some unknown place, and after the civil war, he gave the name of a leader, and refused to give any real power, not even a drop of blood, making him the only leader of the entire demon party who had not received blood, and became the laughing stock of the entire demon party.

He didn't complain about Bowen.

He suddenly knelt down towards Bowen, "Son, Roland Altiant will never see his father again. ”

During the whole process, Bowen didn't look back or turn around, and kept sipping the wine in the glass like some rare jade delicacies, Roland's tone was the same as usual, not like life and death, like a normal routine report, Roland has always maintained his usual smile, and he has not had a smile since the civil war.

Bowen didn't speak, and drank the last drop of wine from his goblet.

With a thud, the silver bullet passed through his chest, but it was not Roland who fell, and the beautiful crystal goblet fell on the white wool carpet without a sound or even bounced. Huge strands of blood spurted everywhere, splashing on the beautiful gold and silver beads.

The capacity of the blood in the body of an adult blood clan, not to mention that Bowen's ability is detached, Bowen looked at the blood gushing out of his chest in amazement, he never thought that the blood hole in his chest that was constantly bleeding was his own, and the person who caused this turned out to be Roland, who had always been obedient and did not resist.

"You...... Roland, what a guts...... How dare you ......" Bowen grabbed Roland's sleeve with his hand, and scratched Roland's neat sleeve.

Roland broke Bowen's gradually weak fingers one by one, without a trace of mood swings, and he even took out a handkerchief and wiped the metal barrel back to his waist.