If, I mean, if you ask a subject living in the kingdom of Orem, where is the land most favored by the Lord God in this kingdom, then they will tell you at once, not surprisingly, that it is the province of Tambang.

This land, which has been managed by the Meyer family for more than 300 years, will not be as landlocked as the White Oak Province in the north and close to the icy North Sea, nor will it be like the Qianpo Province in the west, which spends most of the year on fish, nor will it be like the Black Rock Province in the east, which has been through war since the moment the family history was written, and it will not be like the Belém Province in the south, which is rich but ridiculously small.

Thanks to the Tampon Plain, the largest in the kingdom, the climate is pleasant, the terrain is gentle, and the people are well fed and clothed, and they will never worry about tomorrow's rations. At the same time, it is also the largest grain producing area in the Kingdom of Orem, and its abundant production not only solves the livelihood problem of the people in this province, but also can be stably marketed to other provinces, and even sold to distant countries outside.

Even the great river, which flows endlessly, seems to take care of this land, and after turning a bend in the southwest corner of the province of Tambang, it goes straight to the city of Belém, and finally pours into a vast ocean of "miracles".

In short, even the war of dynastic change did not burn to this quiet and peaceful land. Because no one, whether it is a successor or a rebel, wants to smash the granary, this is a simple truth.

It was the height of summer, and the breeze from the west mixed with the hot breath swept over the flat fields, sweeping over the fields of wheat that were crushed by the plump ears and waists, and the undulating waves of wheat shone with golden ripples, spreading out layer by layer, like fine fur, gently squeezed, diffusing the dizzying folds of the debut.

In the soothing river of the province of Tambang, a fleet of boats is slowly moving forward. The speed of this fleet was slow, and it was even overtaken by many ships and left far behind. However, many passers-by were firmly attracted by a figure in this fleet, which was a beautiful girl standing in the bow of the boat. The crimson hair was floated slowly by the breeze, the white skin was like delicate and silky mutton fat, and a dark summer dress was worn on her body, not only did not have a trace of dullness, but set off the admiration of luxury and elegance.

Praise the Lord God, no one can deny that this is a girl who is not as beautiful as a mortal being, and perhaps only the goddess in the highest heaven can be so beautiful, and there is no room for a trace of blasphemy.

Many of the other young nobles on the ship wanted to inquire about each other's origins, but when they saw the flag flying on the top of the mast, they directly dismissed the bottom of their hearts, and some even bowed from a distance to show their respect.

With a bright gold background, the milky white three-headed lion stood and roared, which was the emblem of the Duke of Tanbang. And the identity of this girl is about to be revealed--the only daughter of Lord Carreni Meyer, Duke of Tambon, and Evelyn Meyer, known as the "Rose of Tampon".

However, Evelyn didn't pay attention to the gaze cast from other places at this time, because her thoughts drifted completely to the other person. Within a few months, everything had changed, His Majesty had been assassinated, Lord Cyrian had been killed for "treason", Soveran had disappeared, along with Lord Tandra and Master Sean Keppel. It all sounds like a madman's dream words, especially the ridiculous "treason", if Lord Sirian will be treasonous, then the entire Olam Kingdom may not have a single patriot.

But the nightmare was far from over, and it didn't take long for Evelyn, who had just attended the funeral of Lord Sirian, to learn of the death of Duke Eudora of the West. So, after attending two funerals in a row, when Evelyn returned to Tambang again, it was already a few months later.

But just thinking of Duchess Catherine's red crying eyes, and little Ronnie snuggled in her mother's arms, Evelyn's heart was torn apart. And Soveland's aunt Eudora, the Duke of the West, who always loved Sovereign and cared for him like an elder......

"What's going on?...... "Evelyn often asked herself in pain, a series of blows that seemed to make her go through all the sorrows of more than ten years of life. "Soveland, my love, where the hell are you?......" A cold tear crossed the corner of her eye, and she gently stroked the same heartstone bracelet on her wrist, which she had knitted for herself after learning of Soveland's disappearance, just to pray that the other party would be safe and sound.

Sometimes, though, reality only gets more brutal, and no one can answer her answer. Like a shadow that melted into the night, Sawylan vanished completely, and there was no sound at all. Even, it is possible that he will never appear again. Evelyn's heart suddenly thought of the worst answer, the sudden colicing that made her shiver and cold.

"What's wrong with you, are you alright?" a rush of footsteps sounded from behind, and it was Evelyn's brother, Dennis. Compared to a few months ago, his skin was much darker, but it was a little more stable than he had before.

Evelyn hurriedly quietly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and turned around to smile as if nothing happened. "Nothing. It was so stuffy in the cabin that I wanted to come out and breathe. ”

Looking at his sister's slightly emaciated face and slightly red eyes, Dennis's heart darkened. Of course, he knew what his sister was thinking, and for a long time, the word "Soveland" had become a forbidden area for almost everyone to mention, and even his father deliberately avoided related topics, and only said some interesting things that happened in the province in the letter.

Dennis walked over to Evelyn's side, braced his arms over the railing, and looked out at the river slowly eastward. "Remembering Sovereign again, don't you fool anyone the way you look now, my good sister. He sighed and whispered.

Evelyn didn't deny it, and the sadness in her eyes slowly faded. "Do you believe it? Dennis, all this ?......"

"Of course not, for the sake of the Lord God!" Dennis's fist slammed down, his face showing a visceral look of disgust and contempt, "Lord Sirian treason!

"There must be something wrong with this, Miss Eudora's funeral, Teresa and Kereni didn't attend, did they?" Evelyn's brows furrowed slightly, as if she was thinking about something. "They wouldn't have been absent from attendance if it hadn't been for a reason. ”

"And that Daruk, who is in the limelight, even if he is an envoy representing the kingdom, he shouldn't stay in Nightingale City for that long. Dennis was similarly puzzled, "In public, we have so little information. As long as we return to Ruyin City, we can mobilize all our forces to find out about this matter. Believe me, sister, in this world, nothing can be done without leaving a trace, absolutely nothing!"

"Yes!" Evelyn nodded, her mood improving a lot after listening to Dennis's words. "You're grown up, Dennis......" she said, raising her hand and rubbing it on Dennis's head.

"Of course, do you still treat me as a child?!" Dennis immediately escaped Evelyn's palm, as if he was very unaccustomed to treating children, "Speaking of Ruyin City, after I go back this time, I will go to the Guangming Mountain Cathedral to practice as a knight of order...... And, and I'm afraid for a long time, we won't be able to see each other. He said, "Take care of yourself, sister, everything will be fine, it will be!"

"Don't worry, I will......" Evelyn looked at Dennis and nodded in agreement, "When is it your turn to tell me?

"Alright, alright, my good sister!" said Dennis, rubbing his head, but quickly put on an extremely serious countenance, "As for Soveland, he'll be fine." Even if you don't believe me, don't you believe in the Lord God?" he said, gesturing to the sky, "The gods of the Most High Heaven will never perform miracles for an unfortunate one!"

Evelyn was stunned for a moment, her eyes reddening slightly. "Thank you, Dennis, thank you......"

In fact, Dennis did not have any hatred for Essauvilland, but more of a competitive mentality generated by two young and vigorous young men studying under the same roof. Especially at the last moment of the trial of order, when Dennis watched Solveland help his injured "self" out of the Forest of Songs, his perception of the other party immediately changed subtly - if he was injured, would Solvillain do this to me?

But before he wanted to make up for the relationship with his future "brother-in-law", a series of sad and unprepared things happened. Slowly, although Dennis did not want to admit it, he also very much hoped that Essaoweran would be safe. Whether it was for the sake of his favorite sister, or for the rare qualities of Soveran himself among nobles of the same age, this young highness should not fall to the end he has now.

Before Dennis could speak, Evelyn's heart suddenly trembled, and she subconsciously set her eyes on the river not far ahead. "What's wrong, sister?" Dennis asked, confused, following Evelyn's gaze. There, a brig was heading ahead at breakneck speed.

"No, it's nothing...... Evelyn shook her head with a wry smile, she seemed to feel the figure she had been thinking about passing by, but reason quickly made her dismiss her own ridiculous idea. "It's nothing, maybe it's because I haven't had a good rest lately......"

Startled, Dennis pressed his palm to Evelyn's forehead, but quickly exhaled with relief. "It's okay, it's okay, if you get sick this time, my father will probably hang me up!"

"Giggle...... How could it be!" Evelyn said with a smile as she left the deck with Dennis, who was shaking her head. The boat slows down, and no matter what, it's a pleasure to get home. However, Evelyn would not have thought that her feelings did not deceive her, and that there was indeed a lover in her heart on the boat that was drifting away.

In the cabin of the Riptide Warrior, Sauveray curled up against the siding by the window, his face covered with tears, his mouth opening and closing in indistinct syllables, as if struggling feebly. He saw the figure, the figure with all his love, but he couldn't call her name, he couldn't even lift his arms to reach the traces of that love when it was gone......

But what if we met, what could we do? When everything was gone, I was left with a broken body and a tired soul...... Once, the promise under the oak tree may only slowly turn yellow in the years, and the two names engraved together may only be gradually obliterated by the growth rings.

Happiness, when you say to a person that you will give him happiness, you will not know, maybe this moment, is the last happiness that remains in the memory. And fate, fate will never smile at you, because, when you meet it, it is always in the dead end of the river of life.

Suddenly, a scarlet arrow of blood erupted from Soveland's mouth, staining everything in front of him red like drops of smoke. He struggled to raise his head to get one last look, but the infinite darkness enveloped him, and his weak body slid off the wall little by little, and finally, he fell to the ground.

The loud noise from next door alarmed Tandra and Shaun Sr., who glanced at each other and quickly rushed into the cabin where Essaoweran was. The moment the door was opened, the two of them were almost nailed directly on the spot, none of them thought that in the past seven or eight days, why would Sovelan, who had gradually improved, become like this!

Tandra immediately picked up Sovereign in his arms, the red blood and pale face piercing his heart. And the elder Sean pressed his palm directly to Soveland's chest, he was checking the resonance of the power of order. "Why, how can this be?" said old Sean's lips trembled, as if he couldn't believe what was happening before him. "The life force of Essaouiran is weakening, and, increasingly......"

"No! how could it be!" Tandra froze. "You're lying to me! We've just rescued him! Veran shouldn't be like this!" he roared, his eyes almost bloody. "Someone! Damn! Someone ...... come"

Tears that had not yet dried ran down Soveland's closed eyes, and all the images grew farther and farther away in his mind. Finally, it was frozen in an early summer morning, where a bright and picturesque girl stood among the crisp mountain beams and the fluttering petals and grass seeds in the sky. (To be continued.) )