Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 701 Give you the last "romance"!
Mo Mei, who was shaking her head, joked: "Xiao Bie is better than a newlywed, but she can't eat more than three."

The third princess wore this uncharacteristic long skirt, she didn't need to lift the corners of the skirt, but she also knew that her beautiful knees would inevitably turn red.

I dare not even wear leggings, one can imagine the pain of fat.

The rain and dew moisturised the third princess, who made her heart bloom. Gently stirring a cup of coffee, she glanced at the well-figured Mo Mei, without showing any weakness: "The delicate twin ponytails, don't miss the reins, your husband is too strong. "

"I'm going to die, you, don't hold back your words." Mo Mei's pretty face blushed, and with a flick of her fingers, a ray of thought energy knocked on the white skirt's knee, causing a cry of pain.

Now Mo Mei is in a healthy state, full of energy, and the third emperor's daughter who is aching all over her body. Wherever she is her opponent, she will just stick to her lips.

"What about others?"

Mo Mei stroked a loose strand of hair beside her ear, but the beast was nowhere to be seen early in the morning.

"I don't know. I fell asleep...and fell asleep. When I woke up, I only had these breakfasts. I should go to find Alijie. Yesterday, I said that I would find a home with Alijie."

The third princess swallowed the bread gracefully and slowly, her throat was still itchy from being touched.

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Eaton's war was a great victory, and the whole country was invigorated, but the weather in Ghent seemed to be not so beautiful. It was cloudy in the morning, and it started to rain lightly at about ten o'clock.

Yelin did indeed go to find Ali Jie, but it was not to accompany her to meet her parents whom she hadn't seen for nearly ten years, but to go to the cemetery to sacrifice, the previous highest priest, Beilean.

Now that Carter was defeated, there were only two or three ambitious little fish left. Anton was expelled and left Eaton, lying near the exotic island, promising never to get close to the four continents.

Matega was firmly locked up, waiting for the judgment of the heavens. Naturally, there would be no surprises in the ending, facing the satellite rays.

Although the Seventh Empire is waiting to be rebuilt, the morale of the people has been unprecedentedly high, like bamboo shoots that have broken through the ground after the spring rain, tall and straight, unstoppable.

Alizee is wearing a light blue one-piece cotton dress with a blue ribbon around her waist and a white ribbon on her shoulders. The girl's youthful splendor is also a beautiful sight in rainy days.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella firmly in Yelin's arm, he walked slowly towards the cemetery with her. On the way out of the palace, it was inevitable that they would meet maids or officials, but the two still talked and laughed.

Nowadays, no one dares to make irresponsible remarks about this anymore. Although His Majesty's elder brother does not hold an official position, his reputation in the heavens is already comparable to that of the Mech Seven God of War.

Maybe even stronger.

After all, this "idol" is alive and right in front of your eyes.

"I have ordered the Skyhawk Organization to help find Rebecca. The commander-in-chief is old, so let him look for it alone. When will it be?"

"Well, it was quite hard work, shhh~"

Yelin suddenly made a silent gesture, pulled Alizee away from the normal path, then took out a ring and put it on himself, and said in a low voice: "I just saw that the corner ahead, passing Jurgen's figure."

The soul of the Vortexer, a magical relic of the ancient kingdom, allowed the two to quickly enter a state of invisibility, without being noticed by others.

"You mean Jurgen?"

Alizee was a little surprised, because the cemetery of the Jurgen family was in Nospis instead of Ghent, so why did he come here.

In this imperial palace cemetery, all the high priests and highest priests of the past dynasties, as well as some people with great achievements, are buried here. They are regarded as honors and have nothing to do with nobles.

"Let's go and see, we'll know if we don't."

Gently holding Alizee's soft and warm wrist, he followed Jurgen furtively all the way, keeping a distance of about ten meters so as not to detect the sound of footsteps.

Alijie was suddenly a little excited, and deliberately lowered her footsteps. She has always been the princess who is highly anticipated by everyone. She lives alone in a deserted palace. When she grows up, she has to take on the future of the empire. She has almost no childhood and playmates. to speak of.

Now she followed Jurgen suddenly, knowing that it was not right to do so, but she, who was used to maintaining etiquette, suddenly felt an adventure-like excitement in her heart, disrespecting etiquette, following the minister, her eyes sparkled brightly because of the excitement.

After detouring for several sections in a row, Alizee blinked and suddenly realized in surprise that the end of this path is the cemetery of Priest Belayan.

Sure enough, Jurgen stopped at a remote old grave with a lonely tombstone.

What surprised both Alijie and Yelin was that the commander-in-chief, Jacket, who was dressed in plain clothes, also stood quietly in front of the tomb holding an umbrella.

"When Lord Belian passed away, the threat from Carret was still there. I remember that at the funeral, everything was kept simple. It has been many years now, and the heavens have just eliminated Anton's threat."

Alizee sighed lowly. Time went by and went round and round. When she was a child, she didn't understand the "responsibility" that Berian said, but now she has resisted it on her shoulders.

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"Jackett, what are you?"

Jurgen glanced at Jackett's feet. There was a waterproof suitcase, which was quite old, with cracked skin on the surface. It had obviously been used for a long time.

Moreover, Jacket was dressed in simple plain clothes and coats, without military uniforms or medals, and his tough and tough appearance was somewhat vicissitudes, making it difficult for others to see at first glance that this was the famous commander-in-chief of the heavens.

"It's over. I'm going to leave Ghent and go back to Mospeus."

He stood a little aside with his suitcase to make way for Jurgen. There was a puff of smoke in front of the tomb, and the paper money hadn't been completely burned.

Putting down the paper money he brought, Jurgen's eyes moved slightly, looking at the off-white photo printed on the tombstone. The old man in the photo had a gentle and kind smile, and his slightly narrowed eyes seemed to be looking at the two people in front of the tomb.

His memories and unwillingness before his death were all handed over to Jurgen and Jackett standing opposite each other in front of the cemetery.

"The position of commander-in-chief, no one can do better than you. Besides, you won't say goodbye to His Majesty the Emperor?" Jurgen looked away, and looked at Jackett seriously.

Both of them are opponents, but also friends in a certain sense. They both inherited the entrustment of Belayan and both wanted to bring about major changes in the heavens.

Now that the Seventh Empire is completely stable, Jackett will soon return to the lawless zone. It is the first time in history that the two can talk face to face calmly.

In the past, when it came to government affairs, there was never a time when it was not a backstab with a stick.

"No, I'm old, I should leave opportunities to young people, and I should also seek a fulfillment for my old age. As for Alizee, that girl is not used to parting."

With obsession in his heart, Jack is very ashamed of his daughter, and the probability of finding Rebecca may be higher in the land of nowhere.

Even if Rebecca has resentment towards herself, her mother still brings her warmth.

Perhaps, in a certain year, he will see his daughter who came back to sacrifice to his mother in the yellow sand flying all over the sky.

"Rebecca?" Jurgen nodded lightly. The disappearance of the other party's daughter has long been spread in the heavens.

"Your naming level is really bad!" He still couldn't help complaining.

Rebecca is one of the most commonly used female names in the streets and alleys. If you grab two women and ask them, even if they are not named Rebecca, you must know where there is Rebecca.

Jacket, who was still indifferent to the vicissitudes of life, looked angry, and said sneeringly: "Aren't you well-read and knowledgeable, Edwin and Marianne, it sounds just like that."

"What do you know, you vulgar person? My original intention is to let my son have both ability and political integrity, and my daughter will be safe and sound for the rest of her life. This has connotations!"

"Then, as a result, your son has a weak personality, and he has both ability and political integrity but no courage. Your daughter is jumping and jubilant among the officials. He Laian said that your ability to name is average."

Jackett shook his head. Most people don't know or know about the Jurgen family's "benevolent father and filial piety", how can he not know.

If it wasn't for Alijie's meritorious deeds in Jurgen and her growing age, Marianne would have been executed long ago.

Jurgen closed his folding fan, with an angry face, and reprimanded: "What does this have to do with my name? Personality is acquired. It's just that the family is not fair and something went wrong."

"Then there's something wrong with your tutor? The majestic Duke Jurgen actually has a tutoring problem, haha." Jackett casually added another knife.

In the future, maybe the two of them will never see each other again, and if they have something to say, they won't have too many worries.

"What about your tutor? After abandoning his wife and children, the commander-in-chief who is famous all over the world is powerful but upright. If you have any personal affair with the family, Rebecca will disappear and disappear?"

Before the words fell, Jackett was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. His body trembled and trembled. He was directly stabbed in the vitals and could not refute.

He is worthy of the Seventh Empire, worthy of Belian who is buried in the ground, and even more worthy of the people of the heavens, but he feels sorry for his wife and daughter.

Seeing that Jackett was rendered speechless by his own training, Jurgen waved his fan and was about to leave in a happy mood on a rainy day.

"You, damn... Bah!"

Jacket suddenly swears, sneers, rubs his palms together, and says, "In areas where we can't do anything, the solution to conflicts is to fight. I don't have a gun, but I have a pair of fists. Come!"

boom!
"Jackett, you're crazy!"

"I'm not crazy. I can't get used to your shabby appearance for a long time. You play with a broken fan and rotten glasses all day long. It's late autumn and you're still so flirtatious. Before I leave, let me show you what a lawless area is. A man's romance!"

(End of this chapter)