April 29, the eve of the Great War.

The wind and rain are coming, but the city is silent, and only pairs of white finches are left, jumping on the branches and singing softly,

"What about His Highness Nacini?" Allegri asked Althea, who was lying in a daze in front of the window with her arms crossed. He noticed that she was wearing a goose-yellow dress today, which looked quiet and elegant.

"He went out to feast with some of the nobles, all of whom were good friends of his childhood, and one of his important supporters," Althea explained, boredly, "Their elders are very powerful, and many of them themselves are mid-level officers in the Praetorian Guard. ”

"Oh. Allegri nodded in understanding.

"What about Dios and Illo?" she said, staring out the window at the shade of the trees.

"They're out there and have something ready for me," Allegri smiled reluctantly, without specifying, "I was just wondering what our relationship would be after tomorrow?"

"What?" said Althea, looking at him lazily, "what else could it be, friend." ”

Allegri smiled and didn't speak.

Althea looked down, quill strokes, scribbling something on the paper.

The sunlight outside the window shines in, making Althea look particularly beautiful. The brilliance and splendor surrounded her, and her whole body shone slightly.

Outside the window, Allegri closed his eyes, afraid of burning himself.

The royal palace in the daylight is resplendent like the residence of the gods.

But now, there is only one god alive in it, and he is called the Thunder King.

"Finn, are you still loyal to me?" asked the former god of war, squinting slightly. There were some things he had to make clear to his most loyal subordinate.

"Of course, my king," Finn saluted deeply, "my sword will always fight for you. ”

"What about Nacini?" the Thunder King's gaze suddenly sharpened. Although his strength has been greatly reduced due to some reasons that cannot be recorded, he was also once a legendary powerhouse, known as the powerful existence of "Thor's Hammer".

"I like him because of his character," Finn replied without hesitation, "I taught him martial arts because of your orders, and I helped him because he was your son." ”

"Only you haven't changed, my Finn," the Thunder King nodded with satisfaction, "I can't tell you who will take the sword from me tomorrow," his tone became solemn, "but, from the moment I say that name, you must be unconditionally loyal to him." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. Finn hesitated for only a moment, then bowed his head and answered.

After receiving the order, Finn hurried out of the city, he should be the busiest person in Vanuna City today. Only the Thunder King himself was left in the vast hall.

He shouted, his voice hoarse, echoing in the palace for a long time but no one answered, and then he remembered that he had driven all the attendants out of the palace in order to talk to Finn.

He shook his head, sighed, and stood up, just about to walk out of the city. At the door, a graceful and luxurious middle-aged woman suddenly turned in and came over to support him.

"Queen, why are you here?" I have to say, although I have been reluctant to see this married wife for a long time, it is not bad to suddenly see him in the empty palace at this time, after all, they have lived together for many years, not love, but also familiar.

"I haven't seen you for the past few days, so I came to see you. She whispered, hesitating to say something.

"It's my fault, I've been too busy to see you lately. The Thunder King's tone was unusually soft.

"Shall you go to my side for dinner today?" she asked.

"Okay," the Thunder King smiled, "I haven't been there for a long time, and I miss it." ”

The queen also laughed with her, feeling that the atmosphere was okay. Turning down a hallway, she waved her hand to signal her followers to disperse a little, and whispered in her ear, "Your Majesty, about the heir—"

Her voice slowly stopped, and the Thunder King, who was still laughing, gradually became gloomy.

"Don't ask!" he became agitated, shook off her hand, and roared angrily, "Do you even want me to die sooner so that your son can ascend to the throne?"

He suppressed his temper, his face turned pale, and he waved his hand and said, "Go back to the palace." ”

"Is that so......" The queen stood still, sighed, and watched as the Thunder King and his party turned back. After a long time, she muttered to herself and left in a hurry.

Since this is the case, I can only make up my mind.

If the bright midday sun is sprinkled on the earth, then the newborn moonlight is a little overflow from the ground, soft and gentle, just like the girl under the moonlight.

"It's been a day, aren't you tired?" Aithea put down the pen in her hand, the sun was still slanting, and her face could still be seen clearly.

On the large branch in front of her window, Allegri leaned against the trunk of the tree, swaying leisurely.

If you look at his comfortable appearance, it is impossible to see that he has been on it for most of the day.

"It's okay," he laughed, "that people are monkeys." ”

"You're a monkey," Althea snorted, "and you're dangling there, and you're disturbing my thoughts so badly." ”

"What are you writing about?" Allegri craned his neck to read.

"I won't tell you," said Althea, hurriedly rolling up the paper, and laughing, "do you want to climb up when you see a tree, Monkey Mage?"

"It depends on where the tree grows...... Allegri said lightly, and no one could hear the thoughts.

"Cousin Nacini said that we should have dinner together, so let's go. Althea cleaned up and stood up.

Allegri smiled, glanced nostalgically at the tree, and jumped down.

The two of them walked out of the small courtyard together, and neither of them spoke until they could see the noisy banquet hall in the distance through the trees and flower stands.

"What's wrong?" Althea asked him in confusion as Allegri stopped at the intersection.

"I still have something to prepare, so I won't go in. Allegri shook his head and said softly.

"You're a ......," Althea smacked him in disgust, shaking her head and walking towards the banquet hall.

Allegri watched as her back melted into the bright candle flame before turning his head and walking towards his courtyard.

Many years later, Master Allegri, who was already a legendary magician, had a well-known quirk.

He planted a tree on top of that unique magic tower.

The tree was leafy and sloping, enough for Lord Allegri to compete for the throne of the strongest gardener on the continent.

But that's not the point.

In the afternoon, Master Allegri liked to climb up the trees like a monkey and rest or shake on them, even his closest students did not know why.

But what about the top of this tenth layer of magic tower, I only wish it was planted in front of your window.

(The first update, thanks to the "strings", "the world of fusion", "blood under the fangs" and other readers' suggestions, thank you for reading)

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