The high-rise buildings, the roaring world, have long since gradually disappeared, the old feelings have become old dreams, the old people are all empty, the dogs and white clouds, and there is no trace in the blink of an eye.

With swords and weapons, gods and demons coming to this completely different world, and all ties to the previous life being cut off, Allegri hopes that he can choose a completely different path in life.

Since there are no ties, there is no need to have any scruples.

Isn't it better to be unrestrained and do what you want?

But he was wrong.

It is never the mountains and rivers that determine the direction of travel, but your own feet. It is definitely not the world in which you live in that determines the path of your destiny, but the temperament and soul that are rooted in your heart.

So unconsciously, all things wrapped around his legs like spider silk, making every time he moved forward, it seemed difficult.

When behind you are your friends and relatives, your teachers and students, and even your people, under the eyes of countless expectations, even if you are unwilling, can you still choose to escape willfully?

At least, Allegri can't.

As he grew older and his experience increased, he slowly discovered that pure freedom is completely ruthless and cold-blooded. As long as the nature remains, I will never be able to give up those heavy and precious pasts.

The official annexation to the Snowton Empire marked Allegri's complete repudiation of the efforts of the past few years. In the turbulent times, the magician who was unwilling to accept Nacini's gratitude and would rather erect a tower in the nameless river valley could no longer bear the pressure of covering the top, and finally chose to compromise.

With Dargnan alone, he arrived in the capital city of Norman, and Allegri was mentally prepared. Although at the beginning. He has not yet adapted to the dual change of identity and mentality, but as the situation continues, he has become more aware of his situation and has taken more appropriate responses.

Since we will eventually follow the same path, let go of unrealistic illusions.

On the night before the feast, Allegri stood under the hallway. Watch the scattered raindrops fall one after another, drawing transparent traces in the night.

The clouds that have accumulated for a long time can no longer be suppressed. This is supposed to be the last rain before the start of summer, and with it will be a long period of sunny and hot weather.

With ears of wheat grouted and iron horses heading south, Snowdon's army needs a summer to clear the territory of the Duchy of Anlan and prepare for the big battle.

Late summer and early autumn at the latest. Hundreds of thousands of troops will set foot on the land of the Holy Alliance, and they will decide the ownership of the entire continent with the sword in their hands.

What would it be like if the "Path of the Light Walkers" were blown up at this time?

A bold idea suddenly came to his mind.

In that case, the north and the south would be again separated, and the army would no longer be able to cross this trench. This great war has not yet begun, and it has already disappeared into invisibility. There was no killing. The absence of bloodshed may sound like a great merit, but he would never do it.

Because when the time comes, the enraged Snowton warriors will raze the Herseus Valley to the ground under the leadership of the legendary warrior Cattroman. This narrow passage that carries countless dreams. There is no room for mistakes, and in view of this, Allegri really considered giving it up, but he never gave it up.

After all. Teacher Herseus died because of this, countless warriors died because of it, and more and more displaced people settled here. This is the territory they have worked so hard to carve out, just like a child raised by their own hands, they can't bear to pass it on to others, even if the other party's family has a big business, they will not owe it to him.

As the rain poured and the night was enveloping, Allegri sighed and turned back to his room.

At tomorrow's banquet, he will face Snowton's aristocratic camp for the first time.

He can't lose, but he can't win, he must be like those seasoned politicians, humble and wrong, and try to lay a foundation in this vast empire.

In the middle of the night, Nacini still hadn't slept.

According to the original plan, the "Victory Day Celebration" will be a grand swearing-in ceremony, and after the review, the army will immediately turn south and quickly rush to the Duchy of Anlan to make final preparations for the battle.

As a result, Nacini's labor intensity has increased considerably. Despite his hard work, fighting from early morning to midnight, the number of twists and turns that urgently needed to be approved only increased. For this reason, Nacini had to order the six provinces and three divisions to classify the matter according to their priority when presenting the symphony, which eased the difficulty of the work a little.

"Your Majesty, this is a submission from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the afternoon, and it is marked as a delayed document and does not need to be disposed of immediately," Mordschic raised his head and whispered to a sandalwood table in front of him, "but Your Majesty thinks it would be better for you to take a moment's time." ”

The so-called close ministers are the courtiers close to the king, but those who are as favored as Mordschic are still a minority of the few. It is said that King Nacini spent even longer time with Mordšic than with Queen Catherina, and his trust in Cheng Dù is evident.

In recent times, with the exception of the reception of Allegri, Modusic's food and lodging have been in a side courtyard of the royal palace, in order to assist King Nacini and deal with government affairs as quickly as possible.

For example, although the submissions submitted by the six provinces and three divisions are divided into priority categories, they still need to be re-examined to avoid anyone deceiving the king. Naturally, Nacini could not do everything himself, but when it came to important tasks, it was by no means something that ordinary clerks could do, and only the trusted Mordschic could take on this task.

"Oh?" Hearing this, Nacini actually got up and walked over. After a long time at the desk, he also needs a chance to move his numb hands and feet. Besides, he was superb in cultivation and physically strong, and he didn't mind taking a few more steps, but it was Mordschic, who had always been weak, and his face was full of tiredness at this time, and he was obviously not lightly tired.

Glancing at him with concern, Nacini took the note casually, quickly skimmed through it, and couldn't help laughing, "Allegri is really, this kind of clumsy provocation, is he still worried that I will be fooled?"

"As a courtier, Count Allegri should be prudent and without any problem," explained Mordschic, "but according to the law, the annexation of the Herseus Valley to the Empire should be included in the category of urgency, but this letter is ...... His Majesty believes that the attitude of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs seems to be debatable. ”

"They can't hide that little bit of their thoughts," Nacini chuckled, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and ordered, "Immediately approve and order the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to ...... No, dispose of it at your discretion until Allegri is satisfied, remember, just use the word 'discretion'. (To be continued......)

PS: (Make up for yesterday's one, start the normal update.) ）