After passing through the long corridor of the cell, the gray-haired old judge came to him.

Behind the iron fence is a middle-aged man.

He was dressed in a well-dressed sweater and sat alone on the bed with a languid expression.

Although the cells are cramped, they are equipped with all kinds of living facilities, just like guest rooms.

There's even a portable stove in the window to dispel the winter chill.

The old judge stood still in front of the fence.

"Good evening, Lord Duke."

The middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes and said with a somewhat tired smile: "Good evening, Lord Aemon." ”

The candle flame in the corridor of the cell flickered on the judge's face, flickering and dimming.

"Your Majesty has entrusted me with a message."

"Oh, the queen will be the queen, what is your majesty. What was the woman trying to say? ”

Judge Emmon sighed softly.

"If you can return that crown, the door will be opened, and you can continue to be your Grand Duke Ortiz."

"What if not?"

The Duke lay down on the bed and smiled mockingly.

"What is she trying to threaten me this time? Title? Wealth? Life? Close relatives? He put himself on a pillow so that he could sleep comfortably.

"If Bavaria falls, my relatives will be among the first to be martyred...... If she wants to kill, kill them all, her ancestors have enjoyed the blessings of seven hundred years, and they should be grateful. ”

The old judge stared at him.

"The one who is most blessed..... Isn't it you, the Grand Duke? ”

"The richest province of Wall is your fiefdom, the tobacco business has been monopolized by Ortiz since the beginning of the country, the chairs are placed closest to the throne, and the unclear customs duties are collected for seven hundred years..... Even if the kings of the past knew it, did they ever say that you Ortiz family didn't say half a word? ”

His voice was already tinged with hidden anger:

"Your Majesty treats you like a brother. You are allowed to support the army, you are allowed to transfer your property, you are propped up like a lackey, and you are blind to the countless impeachments of the House of Lords...... Even the cell you're living in now has a set of furniture moved in! That's how you are grateful?! ”

The Duke smiled heartily.

"Yes. It's a pity that he didn't kill him. ”

“...... Why? Even if you kill Your Majesty, will the more than 300,000 troops in the border provinces and more than 300 members of the upper and lower houses support you as king? ”

"I'm pretty sure my gun broke his heart."

The old judge sighed at the man he had grown up with.

"Kiza...... You're crazy. ”

The duke suddenly said coldly-

"But he didn't die."

“...... What do you mean? ”

"Why do you think that the king sitting on the throne is Your Majesty?"

The Duke looked at him, but his gaze fell on the shadows behind him.

Or rather, what do you think...... Are you or are you? ”

The old judge was silent for a long time.

"I have served three generations of Bavarian kings..... None of them live long. His Majesty wants to find a way to live, and it is understandable. All I have to do is ensure the continuation of the country..... whoever sits on the throne. ”

"I melted that rusty scrap metal."

The duke smiled and showed a mouthful of white teeth, "The molten iron has poured into the stinky ditch at the entrance of the palace, let her go and pull and see if she can find the slag." ”

The old judge finally lost his patience.

"The griffon knight who went after your daughter died in Ron, and I don't know who you escorted you..... But the next person to arrest her was Master Gu. ”

The Duke's eyes finally changed, and Sen was cold and angry.

"Your Majesty wants to do something to your daughter?"

"The liner is your daughter."

"Good..... Very well....." the Duke rolled over and stopped looking at him, "then let the Juggernaut catch it, a sixteen-year-old girl." ”

The old judge turned and left.

The prison fell silent.

The Duke glanced at the calendar and smiled bitterly guiltily.

"Dad can't give you a birthday this year, ..... lining"

He looked at the filthy human figure who had been guarding the end of the bed.

A black hole in the middle of the world that exists only in his eyes.

"Come and sing me a birthday song.... Yes, my baby is an adult today, and it is a very happy day.... Thanks, I'd love to have a glass of wine..... Aren't you God? Can my daughter hear that...... Well, that's right,"

"It's prayer."

So deep in the silent prison corridor, a looming song rang out:

"I wish you... Happy birthday.... I wish you a happy birthday~ I wish you a happy birthday hum.... Happy birthday to you...."

The song shines through the narrow window, missing being crumpled by the evening breeze, joyful and lonely.

.........

.........

.........

Lining, who was asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

She sat up from her bed, a light snow drifting outside the window, and the sound of the waves.

She blinked and burst into tears.

Peter, who was secretly inserting candles in the dark, was startled.

"I'm so impressed?"

The reaction is so big, haven't you ever eaten cake?

"Peter......

Liner choked and kept wiping tears from his eyes.

"I dreamed of my dad and he was singing me birthday songs...... I miss him so much........"

Peter was silent for a moment, and then suddenly sang the birthday song.

"I wish you a happy birthday~ I wish you a happy birthday...."

It's hard to sing, this guy doesn't have any pitch, but I can hear that he's trying very hard to sing the tune right, silly and silly.

"Happy birthday to you~ hehe!"

Peter drew a piece of wood and lit sixteen candles.

"Happy birthday, little Lori."

Peter applauded himself—

"Grown-up, oh daddy."

Liner looked at him blankly, although his eyes were still a little red, but he no longer cried.

"Trash fish..... How do you know it's my birthday? Obviously, no one said ....."

"What, dissatisfied? I'm the only one who has ever given you, I'm so sorry. The other two refused to come at all, pure and impersonal guys....."

"No," Liner jumped out of bed, "answer me!" ”

"I said that I would divination, not only knowing when you were born, but also knowing when you died." Peter Hippie smiley.

“..... Looks like you're not exactly a piece of shit. ”

"Thank you for the recognition."

The lining looked at the shimmer that danced in the darkness.

The man on the side was smiling hard, which made Zhang Tian's disgusted face not so sad.

"Peter."

"Huh? Want to say thank you? ”

"Aligado."

"Very well, make a wish."

So he closed his eyes.

Great Sun God, please bless Father and let him persist until the day when I go to save him.

Well, if you can, bless the trash fish along the way.

Then he opened his eyes and blew lightly on his small mouth.

The fire is extinguished.

"Turn on the lights, Miss Ben will cut the chocolate pie for you herself, it's your honor."

The corners of Lining's mouth turned up slightly, "But, don't get carried away!" Remember, Miss Ben will not have a crush on you for this little favor..... Target...... Huh? ”

The lights are on.

In front of her was a large cake.

It is five stories high, and is decorated with a bouquet of pink roses in the shape of fondant, white cream that surrounds the cake like a curtain, and is topped with a small white chocolate heart.

On the side facing her, there was a small line.

"I don't know what's wrong, it's really ..... to make such a big piece."

"You.... You.... What does that mean? Liner looked at him stupidly.

"Cake? You don't eat? Peter asked rhetorically.

In Peter's opinion, although illiterate, that line must have been Happy Birthday.

Little Lori's cheeks flushed slightly.

"No.... No.... Will it be too fast? Will it ...... too fast? ”

"What's fast? Oh.... You have to receive a gift first, right? ”

Peter brought three gift boxes from the table at the door.

"This is Amamiya Xi, this is Frey, this is Harry.... Can you give it to me, Harry? I think it's 100% the Lord of the Rings...."

"That.... And what about that cake? ”

"Cake? I must have given me the cake. ”

“.........”

Lining's face is getting redder and redder, like a ripe apple, making people want to take a bite.

Stop talking.

"Do you even eat or not? If you don't eat it, I'll take it and share it with Amamiya Xi. ”

Liner looked at him, his eyes watery, as if he had made up his mind.

The candle he inadvertently planted ignited the twilight in the girl's eyes.

"I'll eat."

"That's not it, cut it, I'll take a shower after eating."

"Wait......" The liner abruptly pushed Peter out of the room and closed the door.

"Wait and come in."

Peter, who was locked out of the door, was confused.

He had good hearing and heard the rustling sound coming from the room.

“？”

Five minutes later, the door opened.

The liner was still wearing the gorgeous red dress, but her hair was scattered, and her blonde hair was draped behind her back, and her face was as usual.

"Come in."

Liner pointed to the floor.

"Sit down."

Peter wondered, "Sit on the ground?" ”

"On the ground."

Looking at the serious appearance of the lining, Peter hesitated.

Forget it, you're the biggest on your birthday, and the floor isn't dirty, so Peter sat down.

"And then?"

I saw that the liner moved a chair over.

"Close your eyes."

“？”

"Close your eyes!"

"Woo."

No sooner had Peter closed his eyes than he heard the voice of the liner suppressing his shame———

"Peter.... Open your mouth, Miss Ben feeds you. ”

"Huh?"

Peter's eyes opened.

I saw the liner sitting on a chair, his little feet under the skirt wrapped in white silk, and his slender left leg was on his right leg and stretched out in front of him.

The toes were stained with cream, and the roots of the ears were red.

"Wash .... Washed it......"

.

245 years of the Shen Yun calendar. Link the Brave made the first cake on the continent of TEDA out of flour, cream, butter, and sugar.

He tells Heather, the only one in the Brave Squad who has not accepted his confession, that the cake symbolizes love, loyalty, eternity, and longing in his hometown. Dotted with flowers and painted with cream with the words "Please marry me", it is the first human confession. And Heather, who had long been in his heart, also agreed to this marriage proposal, and the lovers finally became married.

Since then, proposing with a cake has become a common occurrence in the world. With the passage of time, cake has gradually become an important participant in life events:

Birth, marriage, childbirth, death.

When a man gives a cake to his girlfriend, it not only means a marriage proposal, but also represents multiple meanings such as "I want to form a family with you", "I want to have offspring with you", "I want to grow old with you for the rest of my life".

It can only be said that the fellow accidentally shot for the pickle girl, and after a thousand years, he hit Peter's eyebrows.