Subconsciously, Cesare struggled to open a faint sight from the darkness of death.

The moonlight outside the window instantly illuminated the sword, and the silver-white light flowed like a galaxy flowing on the sword, and the light cast delicate shadows through the rose pattern on the blade, outlining the curves and textures of the petals.

Every detail is clearly visible, as if the fragrance was deliberately coming to life in front of Cesare's eyes.

There were still tiny droplets of water on the carved petals, crystal clear and trembling slightly...... Like a girl's tears falling on a rose, so raw and pitiful......

After tonight, the original sword will never be seen again......

"On the Throne" Volume I Chapter 246 The Ghost Is Hitting in the Hand, Please Wait a Moment,

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