In this world, there are only three things that do not change by anyone's will, space, time, and destiny.

For a month, it slipped through its fingers, cheering with the people of Norman City, wandering under the green trees of the manor to the west of the city, following the sound of horses' hooves across the empire, and of course, on Allegri's window tower.

More than half a year has passed since the construction of his magic tower began, and the sufficient materials and skilled craftsmen are enough to carry out any of Allegri's ideas, although there is a slight delay in the middle, but the magic tower is now almost complete.

On the sixth floor of the tower, the magic circle of the "Domain Scepter" has been drawn, and the neat grooves are also perfectly engraved, and Allegri stands at the top of the magic tower, and the entire river valley is impressive.

His gaze swept over the valley and stretched out along the river of broken jade, the sparkling waves jumping and trembling like the scales of a dragon. And at the extreme of that eye, you can faintly see the scattered buildings and wriggling horse teams of the town.

The magic tower is about to be completed, and the trade road will be opened, and there are already merchants who can't wait to lead a convoy to the town, waiting with great anticipation for the official operation of the northern tower.

At that time, the newly completed post road at the foot of the magic tower will become the blood of the north and the south, like a river flowing with gold.

"A little excited?" Herseus asked with a slight smile.

Allegri nodded, he finally understood why the mage was so sought after, loved and obsessed with the magic tower, the feeling of being in control of everything, the feeling of looking down on everything, the feeling of fearlessness of everything, was condensed in the magic tower at his feet.

As one legendary magician said, heroes command armies. And if the mage controls the tower, the army will eventually be defeated, and the tower will never fall.

"Teacher, how many floors is your first magic tower?" Allegri was a little curious.

"I owned the first magic tower much earlier than you," Herseus remembered with some nostalgia, "when I was Afra's age. My parents gave me a small three-story tower as a birthday present. The three-story tower, as you know, is called a magic tower very reluctantly, and it is more like a small attic, but I am obsessed with it every day and can't extricate myself......"

"Your parents are so nice to you. Allegri said from the bottom of his heart, the three-story tower required the construction of three core magic circles, which cost a lot, but it was almost useless, and it was a serious wasteful luxury in the eyes of magicians.

"Yes......" Herseus nodded. He sighed slightly.

"And what happened to them?" Allegri asked suddenly.

"Hunted by the Inquisition," Herseus said slowly, taking a deep breath, "My parents and parents are in control of a seven-story tower, and when the Church fights fiercely with the magicians' camp, they remain neutral, but the Church that has free their hands is afraid that they are a threat. They sent a large number of demon hunters to attack them......"

Allegri looked at his expression, not knowing what to say.

"If they can see the future. I'm afraid I'll regret it, but unfortunately my fate has long been sealed," Herseus said coldly, "Originally, I might have been just an ordinary demon scholar, addicted to the study of magic for the rest of my life. But in reality, I started the Violet War. The cathedral of Cotia was set on fire, the demon legions were introduced, and the power of the church that had been spent for thousands of years was depleted—"

He turned his head and looked at Allegri. "—my student, you must understand that although you have a good heart, you do not have great strength, and kindness can only make you a lamb to be slaughtered. ”

Herseus's face was grim, and Allegri nodded solemnly.

"I'm tired, rest first, don't bother me if you don't have anything to do. Herseus's conjured form burned, slowly dissipating into a cloud of smoke.

******

Some people have a sad past, while others carry a troubled future.

"You stay here," Nacini commanded, and the guard behind him nodded in a low voice. Throwing the reins of his horse to an officer, Nacini walked towards the lake with a heart full of concern.

This piece of greenery has become one of Althea and Feeney's favorite places to wander around for a month. The two could be heard talking and laughing from a long distance, and Nacini paused for a moment, then finally walked over.

The first to spot him was Fennie, and the girl looked at Nacini in shock and stood up with a slump, "Wang...... on?"

Aithea was stunned, hurriedly turned around happily, subconsciously arranged her hair that was blown by the lake breeze, and said with a smile, "Cousin, why are you here?"

Nacini smiled and said to Feeney, "Miss Feeney, can you prepare some lunch for us?" ”

Fei Ni hesitated to stand up, her natural way of saying that she was hungry was just her own reason, but she didn't dare to refute it, she only saluted, "Yes, Your Majesty, please wait a moment." ”

Finnie walked away, turning back frequently, but Nacini just looked at Althea, but didn't say anything.

"What's wrong, cousin?" Nacini's eyes burned, and Althea lowered her head in embarrassment.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing," the resolute and resolute "Thunder Lion" showed a rare haste, he reached out slightly, and said in a low voice, "You have a broken leaf on your head, I'll take it down for you." ”

Althea's face was a little blushing, but she still lowered her head obediently, and an inexplicable impulse rose in Nacini's heart to embrace the girl in front of her, but she could only sigh helplessly.

"What's wrong?" Althea wondered.

"It's nothing," said Nacini as he walked to the lake, smiling reluctantly, "the lake and the mountains are indeed very beautiful." ”

Althea nodded and walked over to him.

Nacini moved his lips, but finally said nothing, so he never spoke again, and the two stood silent, maintaining a sense of imminent touch, occasionally feeling a wisp of each other's breath.

The water of the lake is green and green, light and thick, with a breeze and clothes, such as a sonnet crawling with green vines, or a nocturne love song played under the moon.

When Fennie rushed back, she saw such a scene.

The pretty short-haired girl and the blonde emperor stood together, as if intoxicated by the blue water and long wind in front of them, everything around them gathered harmoniously together, and quietly receded, only the silent tree as a background set off the two harmonious backs, and the people and the scenery did not say a word.

Fei Ni hesitated for a moment, but still broke the quiet scenery softly, "Your Majesty, please eat." ”

The dream was shattered, the cicadas sounded in his ears again, and Nacini was stunned, and in an instant, the dust of the hustle and bustle of reality came to his face again.

"No," his face was a little gloomy, and he took a few steps back to widen the distance between him and Athea, and explained a little nervously, "Athea, I still have something to do, go back first......"

"Cousin?" Althea frowned and tried to keep it, but she didn't know why Dornacini was acting so strangely today, and her expression was quite hesitant. Only Fennie on the side, distressed in her heart, forced a smile on her face.

Nacini froze still, waved his hand tiredly, and walked away as if he were running away, turning on his horse, leaving only a rather lonely back.

"What the hell is going on, cousin?" muttered Althea.

"I don't know what to do, let's go and have lunch together. Fennie hurriedly said hello, not knowing what to say, but knowing it clearly in her heart.

Tomorrow morning, the wedding of King Nacini and Catherina will be officially held at the Royal Palace in Norman City.

******

In the afternoon, as is customary, Fernie takes a nap, and an inexplicably melancholy Althea strolls through the manor, and before she knows it, she is back at the lake, where she and Nacini are standing.

She stood there as if there was the same person beside her.

The wind blew, and the faint sound of footsteps came to her side.

"Fennie, why did you wake up so quickly, it's not like you. Althea said softly.

"It's me, Illo. Rarely, there was no trace of the previous frivolity in Illo's tone, and his brow was slightly furrowed and worried.

"What's wrong with you?" Althea turned to look, and Illo seemed to have come from a long journey, carrying a "soul hunter" bone bow and an arrow bag, looking dusty.

"I'm fine, are you alright?" said Illo's tone with a hint of pity.

"I'm pretty good," said Althea, pulling Illo to sit on a wooden chair and smiling, "Are they okay?"

"Everybody's fine," Illo pondered, "our mercenary group has expanded, Dios is training recruits there with great interest, Allegri's magic tower is almost finished, everything is fine, but they are all busy, so I am the only one here." ”

"That's good," Althea smiled and nodded, and suddenly asked, "You came alone, and you still have to be so dusty, are you doing a difficult task again?"

"That's not ......," Illo shook his head, tentatively, "Are you really good?"

"What's wrong with me," Althea shrugged cutely, wondering, "Then you're not here to see me......, are you?"

"Count...... Sort of. Illo scratched his head, a little unsure of what to say.

"By the way, I'm going to tell you a secret," Aithea leaned over mysteriously and whispered, "what do you think of my friend Fennie?"

"Fennie is ......? Oh, it's okay. Illo prevaricated a little absent-mindedly.

"She's very fond of you, I'll introduce her in a moment—what is this?" Althea's voice stopped abruptly.

Illo took out a gold-tattooed invitation from his bosom, handed it over, and sighed in a low voice, "You don't want to be evil, so let me come." ”

"Who's getting married?" said Althea smiled and took it, glancing at it hurriedly, and two familiar names came into view, lingering. (To be continued......)

PS: (First update, just got home, and I'm making up for it)