Dennis only felt a little disappointed, although he held his birthday dinner for the purpose of promoting political marriage, but the main reason was his own selfishness - wanting to see Boris...... And now, the man disappeared in the middle of the banquet.

Did he leave early? or didn't like the occasion?, Dennis asked inwardly. The feeling of loss crept up on his face unconsciously.

She looked at the guests coming and going, dizzying at the food, but she was in no mood at all. The smile that was still on his lips just now has quietly disappeared. In the staggered planning, it is the hypocritical faces of politicians and aristocrats. She never saw the person she missed. Until the man came slowly through the hallway next to the hall.

It's Boris!

Dennis couldn't contain the surprise in his heart, and a smile of joy from the heart crept up his cheeks again. She looked at him, should I say staring at him, staring at him with a bottle of wine in his hand, walking towards her gracefully. The man's gaze could be seen on himself as well, eyes met, and an indescribable joy rose in Dennis's heart. It's just that, for the sake of the occasion and etiquette, Boris still had to bow to the tsar first.

He walked up to the slightly blessed king, bowed politely, and then raised his glass, and said something that even he felt was contrary to his wishes. Then he walked up to the queen and looked at her affectionately.

"Happy birthday to our beautiful and intelligent Queen Dennis. ”

Boris said, never taking his eyes off the queen. How they longed for a time like this to go on forever, but they couldn't...... This is the palace, Dennis is the queen, it is polite to look at the queen for a short time, and to look at the queen for a long time is disrespectful to the king and the queen.

Boris understands this, and he has always hidden his inner emotions very well and deeply. Only occasionally can't help it. Finally, after saying the words of blessing, he forced himself to look away. Say hello politely to the girl next to the queen.

"Villanelle, the eldest daughter of the Marquis Valerian. He was also a good friend when I was studying at the Academy of Magic. ”

Dennis smiled and introduced the good sisters around him. Although everyone knows about the girl's intimate relationship with the queen, as a public occasion, Dennis still can't say it too casually. Identity always comes first.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am. ”

Boris smiled and greeted the witch.

"No, ma'am, I'm not married. ”

Villanelle replied with a smile. She looked at Boris with admiration in her eyes.

"Oh, sorry......"

"It's fine. ”

Villanell stared at the tall and handsome man in front of him and said—

"I know you, you're the one who defeated the King of the Arena and won the new title. ”

Boris nodded.

"I knew you before that. ”

Villanell continued. This surprised Boris a little, he greeted the girl next to her in order to contact Dennis, and Boris had no impression of Villanelle.

"Really?"

He asked, squinting and smiling.

"You may not remember, but I remember. During the reign of the bloody Katarina, there was a serious riot in the city of Kislev. Hungry civilians flock to the palace, and you and your father lead the Snow Eagle Legion to intercept the rioting populace. Am I right?"

Villanelle's question left Boris in an instant awkward. But he quickly admitted-

"Yes, there is such a thing. That happened three years ago?"

"Almost. I remember you didn't do anything to the civilians. "Le

Villanell continued.

"Uh...... Yes...... They were all unarmed civilians, and no one was willing to risk their lives to riot unless they were cornered. They don't deserve to be punished......"

Boris replied succinctly, and the rest of the things were left unsaid, because they were things that should not be said, at least in front of the Tsar, in such a public setting.

"I was there during the riot, so I saw you. ”

Villanell said with a smile -

"And Dennis, you were there. ”

"Me?"

Dennis was a little confused-

"Oh, yes...... I was also in ...... at the time I'm ...... on the palace wall."

"yes, so you didn't notice what was going on under the walls. At that time, as a front-line battle wizard, you stood at the top. ”

Villanelle reminded. Dennis then remembered that this was indeed the case...... I just didn't think she and Boris were so close......

Boris turned his head to look at Dennis, and saw the queen smiling awkwardly, but the smile was pure and lovely, as if it was fixed in his heart......

......

Norsca.

Cold winds and snow slowed down the troops' movements. The rangers of the dwarven expedition walked in front, and behind them, there was a long procession. The previous forty or fifty troops are now nearly twice as many. It was the Praetorian Guard from the Imperial Rick Realm.

Although there were no deaths in the battle a few days ago, there were many wounded, and a few seriously wounded fighters still had to walk on stretchers, even more slowly. But Rhodes and Elleria knew that they couldn't leave any of the soldiers behind who had traveled all the way to the northern continent to help them with their almost impossible mission, and now, they were injured by their decisions, and they couldn't afford to abandon them here.

Rhodes walked ahead, the huge manticore cape fluttering in the cold wind, making a drumming sound.

The sound of soldiers stepping into the air behind him caught Rod's attention. When he ran over, he saw that a Norscan warrior had broken his foot, and the stretcher he was carrying had fallen into the snow, and his companion lying on it let out a wild boar-like scream.

Rhodes trotted over, lifted the stretcher, and handed it to the others. Caring for the two wounded fighters a little more.

"Soldier, hold on. We were in town in no time. Once there, you can get healing. You will all have a reward, for you are all warriors. ”

Rod was comforted. Although he is no longer the king of the north, everyone has long recognized him in their hearts. Not a king, but more like a king.

After comforting the two fighters, Rhodes paused and waited for the entire force to advance. I saw the female elf walking at the back.

"Hey, do you need help?"

Watching the weak wood elf walking in the snow, Rod couldn't help but ask with concern.

The Wood Elf shook his head and continued to walk forward one step at a time. She wrapped her clothes tightly and put her mask back on to keep out the cold wind, looking very weak. The duel a few days ago was actually won and lost, the dwarves were not afraid of the cold, but the wood elves were very afraid of the cold. In the bitterly cold land, Aryria has a slight advantage, and if she returns to the south, Bogul is afraid that she will be tortured every minute.

"If you need help, just say that you always walk at the back like this, and no one knows when you get lost. If you are really weak, I can carry you. ”

Rod joked.

Unexpectedly, this sentence seemed to touch the sensitive nerves of the female elf, and she glared at the man in front of her fiercely. "The next time you're so rude, I'll castrate you directly. Aryria stretched out her dagger and demonstrated to Rhodes in a corner where no one could see.