Charlo stood up, approached an engraved stele on the wall of the hall, and read lightly, "'The six great families are immortal, and the Galactic Oath lives on forever.'" Van Oelin, do you expect me to be stunned and angry, and then cancel Vizho's inheritance? ”

Van Oelin was a little overwhelmed, and Charlo turned to her and smiled, his smile full of insight and wit: "Institutions can swallow the joy and originality of life, especially the glorious system, Van Oelin.

"For a long time, the Ma Minshan family has always been different from the other five families, and has been regarded as a mit who hates the world by ordinary people who do not know. Actually, it was just a protest on our part. ”

"Protest?"

A look of disgust appeared on Charo's smooth face: "The titles of the six great families themselves are enough to destroy the unrestrained mind. Our people have always admired free and carefree roaming and insight, but for hundreds of generations, we have been invisibly imprisoned in the planet of Kol, for the beautiful title of the noble family, and the boring contract of paper. Being a member of the Six Great Families is tantamount to carrying the framework of all the corrupted pasts. You won't feel that way, because aristocratic life is right for you. ”

Van Oelin felt a cracking sound in her head, and her horror was even greater than when she learned that Vizho Maminshan was the military leader of the StarClan Autonomous Party.

"This mystical and indifferent life of ours is the last resort to relieve ourselves – when I was young, I always wanted to break the invisible chains on my feet, but my dream was shattered!"

Charlo said with a slight tiredness: "Crushed by the other five great families who love hereditary glory. Actually, it wasn't the first time, and I wasn't the first person to try to break through. It's just that it wasn't until I personally suffered those battles that I realized why each of our patriarchs ended up depressed, that is, we couldn't be freed from the marginal pain of other normal lives. I wanted only to live a life for myself and die for myself, but Ren, Facton, Pomoller, Hyfat, and the Merlin family, almost in a cheerful associate, killed my little hope.

"Child, you have not yet been tainted by reality. You won't understand how the other five great families forced me to stay here, how they secretly spied on me, how they held me back, like a disobedient puppet with a rope. ”

Van Oelin not only accepted his words, but also directly felt the vibration of his inner emotions. Sad, sad, and helpless. She covered her face with her hands, feeling colder and colder, and Charlo Maminshan's already fierce tone became alienated.

"Wizho is just struggling. He did not want to repeat the fate of the generations. However, he was not happy either. He didn't like politics or military affairs at all, but he had to back them up. The saddest of these events is that he must first be given some kind of power before he can get rid of the power that is forced on him. Van Oelin, do you understand? Power is sometimes a synonym for ornate velvet ropes. ”

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Perslyn Rhaeggar's gestures are as beautiful as they are when he is in charge of politics.

"Couldn't be more welcoming, Lord of Light, and my old friend, Chavent."

Savant's face was extremely cold: "You are not qualified to call me by my name, this heinous traitor! ”

Leora said kindly, "Savant, shall I take you back to the Ren'an Mansion first?" ”

The figure of the Savant was stunned: "Why? ”

Leola still said softly: "The wound on your shoulder is not healed yet, and there are some scenes that are more comfortable not to see." ”

A smile with tacit understanding hung on the lips of Cavant: "I know what you mean, don't let me down." ”

She nodded, and Leora's hand pressed against the back of her hand, and the chariot vanished.

·

Rhaegar still looked curious, and even had a smile as fresh as a white lily. It's just that the eyes under the smile are as harsh as the polar plateau where no grass grows.

"It's really eye-opening, and the strength is overwhelming, even more powerful than the late Prime Minister Metis."

Leora said flatly: "Sigana was killed by you, wasn't it?" ”

Rhaegar said calmly, "Yes." ”

"Do you know that even after I told him the truth about you and your father, he insisted on protecting you?"

Hearing the words that he didn't want to hear, Rhaeggar's expression darkened. He tilted his head and threw out a charming sneer.

"Anyway, I've killed him. Even if you are as wise as you, you will not be able to resurrect him. After all, he is not a real "Phoenix". ”

Leora's voice was still flat, but her eyes were brighter: "Frankly, I can make him reassemble from dust particles like the real 'Phoenix'." However, it was pointless, and because of his own will, I could no longer catch the scattered waves of thought. ”

"Mind wave, you mean his spirit, his consciousness, his individuality?"

"Yes."

Rhaegar lowered her head suddenly, as if she was holding back some kind of uncontrollable fluctuation. When he looked up, an arrogant sneer replaced the low-key mockery.

"I really want to say if you're some ancient relic. What's in it for you to figure it out and save him? Even if you don't talk about the benefits, what's the use of it? He returned to me of his own volition, and you naively interpreted it as the ending of a popular drama: ignoring the impurities and blood stains of the past, he chose me without any obstacles?! Save it, as long as he continues to stay by my side for a moment, it will be a futile hard labor for me and for him. It's like the seemingly tragic Prometheus, who chose to coexist with the vultures that devoured his liver, the first three or five times may still have some taste, do you think that when it comes to a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand times, these two - Prometheus and the vultures - will still be able to endure endless entanglement? ”

Rhaegar looked even more contemptuous, his eyes half-closed, as if singing a beautiful lullaby, like a drop of water slitting down the stone.

"I can't afford his self-righteous arrogance and stubborn dedication. Just a moment of staring at him knowing everything, and I'll want to kill. Even if I spend it with him like this, he will only suffer: he knows that he can't wait for my sincerity and return, but because of his own choice, he has to endure it head-on, and you can know what it feels like if you think about it with your toes. Strange to say, I'm afraid you really don't know what I'm talking about. ”

"For you, life is good as long as you are alive, and it is guilty to kill the object of your seal and protection, even if the pain is continuous, both parties still have to get along with each other until they get tired of each other."