A Million Survival Laws of the Savior

Dion sneered: "Who gave you the power to write this? Who gave you the courage to assert this? Shut up, a bunch of clowns! He's still alive, as long as we remember him for a day, he's alive! He's just snoozing Soon, you will be back sooner or later!"

"That's the reason!"

"You don't agree? Yes! If you can conquer the seventy-nine cavalry spirits in the whole world, you have the right to erect a hero statue for him! Otherwise... never mention the phrase 'he died' in front of a heroic spirit... ...If it was not me but Roland who came this time, you would now be facing the edge of Durandal and the wrath of the Paladins."

This……

Zhou Sangyu was completely stunned. He thought about thousands of possibilities, but he didn't expect such a simple answer.

There is no special reason, and it has nothing to do with religious or kingdom disputes. The heroic spirits just don't want to admit it, and they are paranoid and stubborn waiting for his return.

Waiting, on his return, greet the hero with flowers and chants; instead of commemorating the hero's sacrifice with funeral flowers and sculptures.

He is still alive... so you are not allowed to erect monuments!History is not allowed to record his death!No one is allowed to stifle him under the brush!

Therefore, for ten years, no one cares,

This is not indifference, but silent waiting.

Zhou Sangyu smiled wryly, is it herself... Is it self-indulgent?

Mary made a sound at the right time, and the young Loli frowned slightly, and said solemnly: "Mr. Zhou, let's stop here... If you watch your knight bullying me like this, the dignity of a heroic spirit will not allow such behavior."

Bully?I must have been taught a lesson...

Jixia Mingshi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and his complicated mood seemed to overturn the five-flavor bottle: "It's abrupt, and then I will come to the door to apologize... Thank you, Your Excellency Dion, for mentioning it, but it's a knot that has been confusing for ten years, just this answer. , it was unexpected."

"Of course you don't understand." Dion lowered his eyes and covered his gem-like pupils. At this time, she looked a little tired. After taking off the knight's clean coat, she showed a real appearance, and her tone approached gentleness. With a smile, the charm of her beautiful face bloomed: "Each heroic spirit has different reasons for being persistent. Some are obsessions, some are persistent, and some are promises..."

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Ten years ago.

The Palace of Versailles, one of the five major palaces, the residence of the French royal family, today has a rare grand dinner.

This is a victorious banquet. All nobles, soldiers, politicians, celebrities, and all those who have worked hard for the war are eligible to enter the banquet. People who have never made war donations, even nobles, are not allowed to enter... The guests of this banquet have almost determined the mainstream of the French upper class in the future.

Dion was reluctant to attend this banquet. She would rather go back to the front line to investigate whether there were any remaining troops, but due to the emperor's order, she had to return.

She didn't put on a foreign dress, but a capable and compact Dragoon uniform, but in this mixed banquet, it didn't look abrupt.

Looking at the crowd of people coming and going, well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, military generals with blood stains on their military uniforms, and celebrities and noblewomen with heavy makeup and enchanting posture, she closed her eyes and leaned on the stone pillar to sleep, and the noisy voice did not affect her. A quiet space for one person.

Until a figure walked not far away, with white robe, white face, white hair, golden eyes... When he appeared, there was silence for three seconds in the banquet hall, and everyone was silently watching him as the focus of their attention. The man walked past the crowd without anyone else, leaving a sentence: "Don't worry about me, you continue."

After getting the permission of this sentence, the banquet hall resumed its liveliness... but many people's faces showed stiffness and unnaturalness.

Dion watched the approaching figure silently, and subconsciously straightened his back.

As a heroic spirit on the front line, she is far more aware of this person's achievements than anyone else here.

She greeted respectfully: "Your Excellency."

The golden eyes behind the mask stopped on her body for about a second: "You are too tense, the war in France is over, you should learn to relax a little, change into a skirt, and find a gentleman to dance with you. Forget the unpleasant experience."

Dion shook his head: "I saw with my own eyes the fall of the motherland and I was helpless. I really don't have the energy to enjoy the victory, but your Excellency..."

"What?" the young man wondered, "Do you want to invite me to dance?"

"Huh?" The girl opened her mouth cutely, her eyes full of astonishment, she recovered and quickly denied: "I'm not, I don't..."

"Really? It seems that my charm is not enough. Maybe it's too bloody. No one will invite me to dance at such a big banquet." The young man laughed at himself.

The girl was even more embarrassed, and explained in a panic: "I didn't mean that, Your Excellency is very charming... um..."

"Okay." The young man stretched out his hand, placed it on top of the girl's head, and touched her long golden hair, which felt like silk, with a gentle tone: "Just kidding... I can't dance, and no one wants to accompany you. I jump."

The girl who was frightened by the sudden intimacy felt the temperature from the top of her head, and raised her hands at a loss, not knowing how to react, her heartbeat quickened, a little happy, a little shy, her cheeks blushed: "Ge, Your Excellency... It's a little itchy."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I subconsciously regarded you as a little girl." The other party apologized, and immediately let go: "I didn't intend to come to this banquet, but I went too quickly, I'm afraid Charlemagne will complain that I didn't He was a friend, so he came to say goodbye, and he didn't know how to hide in that ditch to drink... This is disrespectful."

Dion didn't have time to sort out his messed up hair, and said in surprise, "Your Excellency is leaving?"

"Well, there are still many places to go. The European generation has already flattened the top, and the British, French, and German countries have heroic spirits. As long as the Demon Realm rift is closed, the rest is only a matter of time. Unfortunately, the collapse of northern Europe is too fast, and it is too late to go now. ... The North American dynasty is still there, and it must be able to last for a while. I will go to Russia first, I hope Yekaterina will not die too quickly, then Goryeo and Kyushu, and finally the mainland of China..."

He said, his golden eyes flashed with supreme majesty, and his indifferent tone contained only confidence and calmness: "It will take [-] days to sweep Europe, which is three days later than I expected, so I can only give up North America first. Go straight to Russia."

Not knowing how huge the information revealed in these few sentences, the young man turned and walked towards the cabinet in the hall: "Excuse me, you can continue to enjoy the dance."

Dion was stunned in place, if these words were not empty words... Did he intend to end this war by himself?

"Your Excellency!" The girl summoned up her courage and shouted to the more and more stalwart background.

"Huh?" The young man stopped to look back.

"Next time, can I ask you to dance?" She endured her shyness and expressed the courage of an eighteen-year-old girl: "After victory!"

I don't know if it was an illusion, Dion seemed to see the warm smile of the young man under the mask, he responded with gentleman's etiquette: "Then, please remember to put on a long dress next time, beautiful lady, I will invite you to dance. "

"I will."

The youth's white clothes are picturesquely rendered under the golden light, lonely and stalwart.

The back gradually faded away and disappeared into the depths of the palace.

He is about to leave this peaceful country and go to the next battlefield, in order to save more people.

The girl stood there, for some unknown reason, she was as strong as she had the urge to cry, the shadow of a certain person was engraved in the bottom of her heart, and she remembered a certain sentence, which can never be forgotten: "I'll wait for you... come back."