Chapter 1125 is about death

Moro and Payne did not go back directly to the palace of Ales, but walked back, the reason was that Moro felt that it was rare to be able to come out to breathe, so he took Payne around the city, this place from the Inquisition is not a quiet and good place, after all, it is the place where the prison is located, after passing through a residential area, there is a small bar in front of the lights that is not very high-end, Payne is in front of Moro all the way, for fear that when a drunkard will come out and hurt Moro and the child in his womb.

When the lights first came on, the nightlife here had just begun, but there were already some drunks on the streets. There will even be some night ladies who stand on the street and have already started to solicit customers.

Moro curled the corners of his mouth, "Let's go, it looks like life in Ales City is still very good." As he spoke, a drunkard staggered toward him, and Payne stared at the man with a frown, feeling a little familiar.

The man staggered, his face drunk, and he muttered something incoherently.

Payne despised this kind of drunkard the most in his life, and while escorting Moro to the side, he looked around vigilantly, but the man staggered towards Morrow's side.

"Sir, please ......," said Payne, who was holding a glass of wine and almost poured a glass of wine on Payne, who realized that the drunkard was Barnett.

"Your Excellency the Minister of Justice...... You ......" Payne was also surprised, it stands to reason that Barnett shouldn't be in this place.

Morrow heard that it was Barnett, and went up to help him, "Banner, why are you not at home and come all this way to drink?" ”

Barnett stared at the half-filled wine in his glass and looked up suddenly, "Your Excellency...... Lord Morrow...... You're here too...... You...... What's going on......"

"What's wrong with you? Why is it that a person drinks so much here and doesn't have anyone with him? What about Dolores? Morrow frowned, Barnett was a self-disciplined man, and Morrow had never seen him drink so much in all these years.

"Dolores? Mention more ...... My Duoti...... Where's my Doti......" Barnett's voice was staccato as he gulped down the rest of the wine from his glass.

"Don't drink it, drink so much...... Banner! What's wrong with you? ”

"Lord Morrow...... I want my more ...... My Doti ......" Barnett's voice was filled with tears, then crying and laughing, "Mistress Morrow...... Where's my Dotty? ”

Moro panicked, "Isn't Duoti at home?" Why don't you stay at home well, how can you run out and find more mention? ”

Barnett grabbed Morrow's hand, he had never made such an overstep before, "No...... That's not a lot to mention...... I know she's not talking about it...... My Dotty is not her ......"

Seeing this, Payne grabbed Barnett and took Barnett's hand off Morrow, holding him to prevent him from slipping down.

"What are you talking about?" Moro was in shock, she had always thought that Barnett didn't know it was Dolores, so that he could still have comfort in his heart, not to collapse too soon, and the loss of a loved one was unacceptable anyway. But now that Barnett knew that it was not the real Dolores, Morrow had mixed feelings in his heart.

With a tug in his heart, Barnett couldn't stop crying, "My lord...... My lord...... I really don't want to...... I know...... That's not a lot to mention...... That's just a shell of a Doti...... That's not my Doti...... She's not...... I don't want to lie to myself anymore...... But I can't help it...... I can't find her...... I don't know how to find her......" Barnett was so out of shape that Moro was shocked.

Morrow's heart froze, "Banner...... You're thinking too much, Dolores just lost his memory for a while, and it's good to wait for it to be retrieved. ”

Barnett completely lost his strength and curled the corners of his mouth, "I miss her so much...... I really miss her......"

"I know...... I know...... I'll do my best to get her back, okay? Morrow helped Payne to help him, and stopped a carriage to take Barnett up, "You take him home, I'll go to the palace first." ”

…………………… I'm a simple dividing line......................................................

The bright crystal lamp seemed to shine on the long table, and all the food on the table was cold, not like something for people to eat, but like a tribute, just for seeing, not for eating. Mo Luo wanted to go into battle to make something for the first reunion dinner, but he went back a little late today, and he couldn't do it in a hurry, so he handed it over to the chefs to do, Mo Luo thought that there would be a lot of time to do and learn in the future, so she was not in a hurry.

Alector sat coldly at the table, which was already very face-saving, but Alecto basically didn't use a knife and fork, just sat here, and occasionally ate a little, but it was very limited.

Moro personally gave her the dishes, quietly watched what Alecto ate, and then took a bite of it, and then memorized it little by little.

Seeing that Alector had moved the fish, Moro summoned someone to quickly give her some more cloth or simply gave her all of his own, and soon formed a hill on Alextor's plate, and seeing what Alector liked to eat, Moro himself did not eat anything and put it all in Alexto's place.

It's just that Alecto basically hasn't moved much, only a little bit, it's not that she doesn't like to eat, but she doesn't have much appetite, and she can't get used to eating these things, it's more restrained, Ethan has taught her how to eat, how to use these tableware one after another, she doesn't want to make a fool of herself, but the more she cares, the more problems will occur, so she only does a little so that she won't make mistakes.

Alector only felt that this scene was extremely familiar, in the slum underworld, wasn't it exactly the same when Adler entered Francis's body and did the same thing to Stella?

Yes, Adler cares so much about Stella, just like Moro cares about Eve now, but it's a pity that she is not Eve, so from the inside out, she is still the same lack of love, no one really loves Alecto, Moro loves Eve, and Adler loves Stella.

It turns out that what I eat and what I don't eat is so important to her? Alecto thought sarcastically, and thought, in the past, no one cared if he ate enough or not, and now there are people who want to remember what they like to eat, or because of Eve. What she misses in her heart is Eve, not Alexto, she can still distinguish clearly, but it is because she is clear that she feels more wronged, and she really does Eve know how happy Eve is and how humble Alector is.