The Final Knight

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"Woo--!"

With a whimper, O'Falil fell to the ground, and she held the ground with both hands, barely supporting her body. At this moment, on her body, the dark, hard structural armor had begun to crack. For O'Falil, this is completely out of calculation. The floor was full of unsustainable cracks and cobweb-like broken marks, showing how fierce the battle had just been here.

In other words, it should be within expectations.

After O'Falir successfully summoned his magical armor, Messiah and Semia really did not teach O'Falir what to use for protection and counterattack, as they claimed, but thoroughly. She was abused time and time again, and the two of them flew up and down like a butterfly on Evalier's side, evading Ovalier's completely instinctive, conditioned reflex attack, and then raised her hands. Umbrella, knocked heavily on the thick magic armor of the girl.

At the beginning, O'Fallier did not take the umbrella in the girl's hands too seriously. After all, it was just a prop for the noble girls to swim on the sunrise, and there was nothing worth noting at all. Perhaps their Attacking is just doing things, giving yourself instructions on how to attack and defend.

However, when the first umbrella was knocked on the body of Ovalier, she understood that she was wrong.

The umbrella, which looked fragile and nearly invulnerable, burst out with extremely powerful force. While receiving the blow, O'Falil even felt as if a siege hammer hit her on the face. Her eyes were black, and she almost didn't faint. The powerful force passed through without obstruction and cover. She even pulled her backwards by force, and O'Falli felt that it only took a second, and she might become a meat sauce.

Perhaps the words of ordinary people have already died in that hit, but fortunately, Ophalier is not an ordinary person, or that she is not even a human, even if she has the same appearance, she is already a soul body, and two No matter how powerful the girl’s attack is, it’s just a physical impact. This kind of power may make her feel unbearable, but it won’t go to the point where she will die.

Although the heavily armored armor looks very heavy, in fact, it is nothing, no matter whether it is walking or sports, O'Fallier does not have to exert any effort, and even if she only has a thought to turn, then this armor is Will move with her heart.

But even so, she is still not an opponent of two girls.

This is just the beginning.

Standing outside the martial arts field, Yulian stared at O'Falriel. The girl in front of her was using clumsy, almost uncomfortable actions to avoid the two girls' offense, but how could she succeed? Even the genius is talented, after all, he is just a novice who has never been on the battlefield, and Messiah and Semia are knights who have followed themselves on the battlefield. It may give a girl who has never had any combat experience any chance. Even O'Falil’s almost chaotic block is meaningless. Luck will always be reserved for those who are prepared. Now, what the two girls have shown is still Far from their true strength.

Taking a deep breath, Yulian stared at the figure in front of him, as if he remembered that day, the bright red sky was shining with thunder, and they were facing the most powerful Bekains Empire in the entire continent. The 50,000 knights of the Divine Grace, just the flash of the sword light of the soul, are so dazzling, just like the stars on the ground, and even the forbidden curse of Archmage Bekains is much inferior at that moment. At that time, they had only 500 warriors, all scarred, lurking in the forest, waiting for the enemy to give a chance of a fatal blow. Up to now, Youlian can still clearly remember the two petite figures who were riding on the horse and following their side. They held the umbrella in their hands and held them straight forward, aiming at the five without fear Wan Dajun, as if they had only that plain in front of them, without any obstacles or dangers.

"Where dad is, we will follow."

"Brother goes there, we will go wherever we go."

The voice is naive and sweet, but with unquestionable firmness.

That is their belief.

"boom!!"

There was a resurgence.

Yulian woke up from the memories, and saw what was right, O'Fallier, who had slid to his feet. The black armor on the girl had been completely broken and was falling down one by one-and then reverted to a dark mist , Disappeared in the air.

Is this the limit of phantom tactics?

Youlian raised her eyebrows, then raised her head, looking at the girls who had stood up again, holding hands.

"how is it?"

"The protection is quite good, and the big sister's magic reserve is also very sufficient."

"Under normal fighting conditions, it should be no problem to keep it all day."

"Cough...cough........."

As the two girls summed up leisurely, O'Falil finally recovered, and she coughed desperately several times, forcing herself to start breathing the fresh air again, although for a dead person, breathing was A meaningless thing. But this is very necessary for O'Falriel at the moment. Under the attack just now, her sanity is almost chaotic. If you don't use the sober air, the high princess may even wonder if she might be beaten into an idiot. . When she opened her eyes, she saw a palm reaching in front of her, with a white handkerchief on it.

"how are you feeling?"

Yulian smiled and looked at O'Falriel, while the other person gasped for a moment before reaching out and holding Yulian's hand.

"Very bad, Lord Lord, I may have died 150 times...if I were human."

In this case, she still has the mood to count the number of her deaths?

You Lian was taken aback for a moment, and it seemed that she still underestimated the Princess's ability to master and manipulate her spirit.

"So what have you learned?"

"If you really want to listen to my truth..."

O'Falrier took the handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat beads on the face, then spread her hands apologetically.

"I feel like I haven't learned anything."

"There is no flash of aura, no feeling between life and death, and no sense of clarity in my head?"

Hearing this strange question from Julian, O'Falil was stunned. What was he talking about?

"No, sir, in fact, I have been completely beaten... ... Frankly speaking, I didn't even know what I was doing in the future, and of course I couldn't feel any aura, feelings, etc... "Here, O'Falil paused for a moment, and then there was a trace of uneasiness in her eyes.

"Is there any problem? Adult?"

"No."

However, beyond O'Falriel's expectations, Yulian just patted her on the shoulder.

"This is the normal situation, rest assured, no problems."

"But, I didn't learn anything..."

O'Falil was a little panicked, which is strictly her responsibility. Although the high princess was hardworking and serious since she was a child, because of her cleverness and talent, she is very talented, even if she is learning for the first time, she often learns something quickly. What can be said, for this princess, it is the first time in her life that she did not acquire any knowledge and experience in this kind of "teaching". This is also a common problem for some people who are too good, and they never fail However, I also take this for granted. Therefore, when the failure of normal people comes to them, these people will think that something is wrong with them, instead of thinking it is a general situation.

This is the gap between genius and mortal, and it is also a hateful place.

"Relax, this is really normal, and you are not without gain."

Yulian patted her shoulder again, and then took her hand away.

"Don’t forget, for ordinary people, death is only once for them, but you have died 150 times. This is a good experience in itself, but you have not yet noticed it."

Is this also experience?

O'Falil rolled her eyes angrily, looking at Yulian in front of her, trying to say something, but then closed her mouth. Literally, the other party was really right. But as a taught self, he obviously didn't feel any change. I really don't know if this lord is mocking himself or really has other intentions.

"So, my study..."

"Starting today, your task is to come here every day with the two of them..."

Speaking of this, Yulian paused a little, and seemed to be looking for a better vocabulary to describe the terrible scene in front of him, even the battle was not even a tragic scene.

"...Research, rest assured, I still trust them very much, I believe they should know when they will stop."

This is like saying nothing.

However, O'Falriel did not protest, she already understood the hidden meaning of Yulian's words-she would come here every day in the future, be beaten by these two girls, and die so many hundred and eighty times... ...But does this really work? Or is it just some kind of lord lord who came up with a way to spoof himself? Thinking of this, O'Falir shook her head and knew nothing about fighting. Although it is not ruled out that this lord lord is likely to want to adjust herself, she believes that this is a certain method of training herself developed by the other party, but she is really It was too stupid to understand for a while.

So, just give it a try.

Thinking of this, O'Falil regained his expression and nodded solemnly at Yulian.

"I understand, Master Yulian, I will work hard."

Hearing O'Falriel's decisive answer, Yulian was stunned. With his knowledge of the high princess, he thought that the other party would complain unwillingly, but now it seems... …It seems that everything went smoothly.

"Very good, you can go to rest, remember, don't forget how you feel today."

Upon hearing Yulian's order, O'Falil nodded, and then she turned around and walked out of the martial arts arena.

"All right."

Seeing O'Falil's figure disappear, Yulian turned around, and then his face became cold and serious.

"What do you think? Messiah, Semia?"

"The big sister has great potential and talent."

The grinning expression of the white-haired girl before she swept away was also slightly dull at the moment.

"Just sticking to this point will be tricky."

The dark-haired girl nodded and agreed with her sister.

"She is like the red sister Lei Xuela."

"But its potential is stronger than that of Serra."

The two sentence after sentence, and then looked at Yulian again.

"Your Excellency, do you really want her to be your lieutenant? We don't think this is a good choice. Once this big sister really awakens, then I am afraid that neither of our sisters will be able to withstand the challenge, but you can do it yourself. ."

"This is really interesting."

Hearing this, Yulian moved his fingers and narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"How many years have the enemies worth my personal action against?"

"Since the holy knight Valta, no one has been your enemy."

Hearing Yulian's answer, the sisters changed their sweet smile again.

"People live in this world and fight for goals and beliefs... I think this is a good opportunity."

Speaking of this, Yulian also turned around.

"Take a good look at our high princess, don't be merciful."

"Of course, brother."

"Understood, Dad."

When Yulian walked out of the underground martial arts ground, he was curious to find that O'Falil did not go to rest as he ordered, but stood in the middle of the hall, staring blankly at a letter in his hand. He observed The other party went forward for a moment.

"What happened?"

"Ah? Lord Lord."

Hearing Yulian's inquiry, O'Falriel seemed to have reacted. She raised her head reflexively, and after seeing Yulian, there was a trace of sadness on her face.

"It's nothing, I'm just checking the information..."

Speaking here, O'Falil sighed softly and lowered his voice.

"The news came just now that King Orlut was completely surrounded by the Sith Empire, and Orut's demise is not far away."

Although O'Falriel's status is only Yulian's adjutant at present, and as an aristocrat's adjutant, she is not qualified to worry about the safety of the neighboring country. But after all, O'Falriel was once the princess of this country, and because of this, she would stand at the height of this country from time to time to consider issues, although she had told herself countless times that she was no longer a princess, no ability, no qualification. To care about this country and its citizens, but now, seeing this worrying news, she still couldn't help feeling sad.

"The Sith Empire?"

Yulian took the information, glanced at it, then raised her eyebrows.

"Orute has signed a three-month temporary armistice treaty? It's stupid... No, in terms of their IQ, it's also smart, but I don't know if Sith will do what they want, and... ………”

Speaking of this, Yulian fell into deep thinking, while O'Fallar stared at him curiously, not knowing what his lord lord was thinking. Is he also interested in such national events? Of course, this kind of thought is somewhat rude to Yulian. After all, on the surface, he is also regarded as an aristocrat in the West Royal family, so he naturally has to consider his own national interests. But in O'Fallier's view, the young lord obviously obviously pays more attention to his own interests. For him, the kingdom of West seems to be nothing.

Of course, O'Falriel also understands that if she continues to follow this lord, it is likely that she must inevitably greet that moment-in the end, she will serve as the adjutant of the lord, and will have a certain interest in the interests of this country. This kind of inevitable collision, staggering, and even fighting. But the girl didn't mention her heart to stop the change. On the contrary, she seemed to be silently looking forward, looking forward to the day before.

And now, when you see Yulian thinking hard about this information, O'Falil's heart is full of mixed tastes, some expectations, some unwilling.........and some feelings that she can't even say.

"The Kingdom of West does not know what kind of judgment will be made."

Speaking of this, Yulian suddenly withdrew the information, then he turned around and looked at O'Falriel.

"Miss O'Falriel, I have some questions to ask next. Please think and answer this question as your high princess."

"Master Lord, please."

Hearing this, O'Falir moved a little inside, and Yulian rarely mentioned the title of Her Royal Highness Princess so seriously in front of him. He also knew that this name was already a past tense for O'Falil, and he only opened it on weekdays. It's ironic to joke, but he has never really regarded himself as a princess, but now he says so... Is there really anything that matters?

"If you are now the leader of the West, of course, we all know that it is impossible, but in fact it does not matter, if you are the leader of the West Kingdom, when facing the threat of the army of the Sith Empire, you Neighboring countries have paid you a three-month preparation period at the expense of their own land, and all he needs to do is to get a promise and assistance from you. Will you agree?"

"Of course I will agree."

Without any hesitation, Ovalier responded immediately.

"This is not just about justice, honor, but also interests. If we cannot make a clear statement on this matter, then it will make our potential allies feel chilled, and now the power of the Sith Empire is obvious. It is not a country that can be confronted, so if we want to win more allies, we must let them see our sincerity and be able to cooperate with us with peace of mind."

"However, if the Sith Empire sends someone to come to you at this time, I hope you will not complete Orlut’s commission at the cost of not invading your country......... they can even declare a contract in black and white. To prove this. What would you think?"

"....................."

Hearing this, Ovalier frowned.

"I will not change my decision, because this decision is meaningless. In this way, our allies will only turn away from us, and once they cannot defeat the Sith Empire, then when it wipes out those countries, the final turn of affirmation It’s us West. In the face of strength, the contract itself is meaningless... ...it is even more so if there is no strength that can guarantee its execution."

"But have you ever thought about it."

With that said, Yulian reached out and pointed out the window-there, the green leaves made a rustling sound under the breeze, and they looked so full of vitality, beauty, and beauty in the sunshine.

It's midsummer.

"Look out the window, look at the people who are working hard. They are struggling to have a bright future for themselves, but when the war begins, all this will cease to exist. A future will want to be as brave as his father. Orion’s little boy is likely to die under the trample of iron hooves during the first charge, and the girl with a bright smile and a flower pot in it will be torn by the soldiers in the blink of an eye. Pressing on the ground to invade until death, as for those old people who are sitting in chairs at the moment, their fate may be simpler. After all, for any party, the old man has nothing but food during the war. Useful things, do you think they will let these people survive? They will die, not lying in the grave peacefully under the cry of everyone, but falling to the ground like a pile of garbage, no one will care about them The corpse, suitable for them, may only be a fire."

Upon hearing this, O'Falil firmly pressed his chest tightly. The scene described by Yulian made her feel black before her eyes, almost unable to breathe and think.

"But this is just a sentence from you. With just one sentence, you can keep their lives going, even for just a few years. At least, they can still live in peace. The nobles can Continue to squander their wealth, lingering between women and power, this can only last for a few years, ten years, decades. You must know that conquering a continent is not an overnight matter, and after signing a treaty, you just Given certain assistance to the Sith Empire, you can continue to survive under the protection of the other party. Although even if it is only a state, it will inevitably be annexed at the end, but at least you persevered and can live in peace for more than a while... ………”

Speaking of this, Yulian closed his mouth and carefully observed Ovalier, whose color was changing in front of her eyes.

"Several decades later, maybe you are old, you may be dead, or you may have lost the chance to master the destiny of this country, then, will you still reject this proposal? Will you care, after you die, Is this kingdom's fate?"

"................................."

O'Fallar didn't answer.

Although Yulian's words carried his usual sarcasm, this time, she really hesitated. Because Yulian's words were hitting the softest part of her heart.

As a politician and a princess, O'Falriel’s hope is to make these subjects better, but now, she is forced to face a dilemma, facing an opponent she can’t resist because she raised her sword Does the other party declare war, or surrender to it in exchange for short-term peace? Of course, this is a mean, shameless, selfish choice. but………

Is this really correct?

"I……………"

Thinking of this, O'Falriel looked up, and when she saw Yulian's gaze with a sense of scrutiny, the girl's heart seemed to finally notice something. She found that she still came to the fork of fate, but this arrival was more unexpected than she thought, she was not even ready, she was not even ready to persuade her words.

But now, she only needs to answer according to her own heart.

"I will choose to fight, lord."

"Even if they die?"

"Even if they die."

O'Falriel raised his head and stared at Yulian stubbornly, with a trace of pain and weakness in his eyes, but the firmness that followed ensued covered this flash of melancholy.

Noting her performance, You Lian showed a slight smile, and then he asked.

"So, what do you think the king of the moment, West V will make."

"It is likely that the latter will be chosen."

O'Falil thought for a moment and then answered.

"It's a choice he can afford, but the former.........not."

"So, you need to work hard."

At this moment, Yulian smiled and patted Ovalier's shoulder, which made the girl stunned.

"Adult? What are you talking about?"

"If that guy is really willing to accept the proposal of the Sith Empire, then they will definitely refuse Orutt's help. You said, wouldn't this make allies chill?"

"....................."

O'Falil didn't answer the strange words of Yulian. The consequences of doing so had just been analyzed for him, and Yulian was not forgetful to this extent.

"So, we are going to help Orlut, they have abandoned their land, just to give their alliance a way of life, then we naturally cannot live up to their hearts, since His Majesty the King is not going to help, then I will help."

Speaking of this, Youlian showed a cold smile in the corner of her mouth.

"Three months, this is the last chance we can seize, Miss O'Falil, you have to practice well."

"Adult, do you mean..."

Hearing this, O'Falil sank inwardly. ,

"Yes."

Yulian snapped her fingers and nodded.

"I want the Sith Empire to attack West... so that the game will become interesting, don't forget our ultimate goal, this is for the peace of the entire continent... A little sacrifice is acceptable , Isn't it?"

Hearing this, O'Falriel raised his head, with some doubt on his face.

"I don't know what you are thinking about, but is that okay? After all, our territory now..."

Speaking of this, O'Falil looked around, and finally did not say what to do next. After all, the source is confidential, she doesn't want to let outsiders know that, in the view of O'Falil, since Yulian wants to develop the source, she may have to In a peaceful environment. If the Sith Empire was allowed to invade, then where would he have time to develop the source? Moreover, by that time, if the Sith Empire knew of their source, then they would definitely be pushed in. With the current defensive capabilities of the Twilight Forest, it would be the hell.

"Relax, I understand what you mean."

Yulian shrugged his shoulders, not taking O'Falir's worries at all.

"The Bird family must have come to the door in these two days. At that time, we will be able to determine the scope of my rule, and after determining the scope, I will immediately set off and look for the trace of the source......... Then we went slowly to find the troubles of the Sith Empire, after all, there are still three months, don't we? We still have enough time."

"hope so."

Hearing Yulian’s well-founded analysis and speech, Ophalier felt relieved. It seemed that Yulian had already calculated everything. Although he didn’t know why he had to do this, but since Lord Lord had clear and organized goals and Plan, then O'Falriel will never ask again.

"So, I'll say goodbye first."

Just when O'Falil nodded and planned to say goodbye to Yulian, Charlotte suddenly entered the hall, she glanced at O'Falil, and then came to Yulian's side, whispering something to him, and After hearing Charlotte's report, Yulian showed a light smile, and then he turned to O'Falil again and opened her hands helplessly.

"I'm sorry, Miss O'Falriel, it seems that your rest has to be pushed back."

"What happened?"

Hearing this, O'Falil turned around curiously and asked, she couldn't think of any news that would make Yulian so proud. Facing her inquiry, Yulian made a gesture and shrugged her shoulders with a smile.

"The Mr. Viscount we have been waiting for is finally back."

Standing in this empty, luxurious meeting room again, the heart of Viscount Juventus could not help but communicate with each other. He remembered clearly that the last time he came, he thought that the other party was just a little lord, and he didn’t have to worry about it at all. He even advised Youlian, half forced and half threatened. But now, the fact gave him a loud slap. The young man who was threatened by him was actually a high-level swordsman, and according to the idea of ​​this Viscount, how far he had originally planned How far to hide. But now, he has no choice. Since his family has already named him to be an embassy, ​​he has no room for rejection.

However, his failure to refuse does not mean that other people are equally unable to refuse. At least, his loyal follower has never followed him this time-he excuses himself to be seriously ill, uncomfortable to travel, and escaped The call of Viscount Juventus was not because of how afraid he was of the high-level swordsman, but the memory of the night that night spent in the castle that day, but it had already become a nightmare for his followers, only from feelings In general, Viscount Juventus can understand each other’s ideas. In fact, if he can, he even has the same plan, but unfortunately, the status of the two sides is different after all, and the laymen can hide, not the same as the nobility. can.

At the moment, sitting on the sofa, Viscount Juve's mood is getting more and more tense. The cup of delicious herbal tea exudes a charming and pleasant fragrance, but there is still no way to calm the young Viscount's mood. Although he has made countless assumptions on the way, he still does not know how to face the high-level swordsman. His attitude is certainly not as tough as before, but if he wants to whisper? This does not seem to be in line with his own intentions.

No matter what, there is only one step at a time.

Thinking of this, Viscount Juventus sighed softly, then took the tea cup and drank the warm tea, and just then the door opened.

Seeing the young man once again appear in front of himself with that gentle, elegant smile, Viscount Juventus immediately stood up. He put down the teacup in his hand and laid out the respect and courtesy that the nobles must have when they first met. However, when O'Falir appeared, the eyes of Viscount Juventus still couldn't help but flash to the other side. He even knew the intelligence of a royal member beside him, but he didn't expect it to be such a beautiful, young girl. This made Viscount Juventus unable to look away for a while. As a member of a large aristocratic family, he also saw many beautiful girls, but those women were really bright compared to O'Fallier in front of them. The gap between the firebug and the bright moon, the beauty that once amazed countless young nobles, is not worth mentioning in front of this girl.

But when Juventus finally recovered from the shock, he found that the lady paused in front of the sofa, and then let it to the side. She didn’t move gracefully and properly until after Yulian sat down. By his side.

And this action can well reflect the upper and lower levels of the two.

Is a royal member still under this man?

Thinking of this, Mr. Viscount felt cold in his heart. When receiving the information, he also subconsciously thought that this high-level swordsman had attracted the royal power, so he was so high-profile. But now it seems that the upper and lower relationship between the two seems to be exactly the opposite of what he thought. What kind of person is this young high-level swordsman? Can even the royal family be so respectful in front of him?

Thinking of this, Juventus gazed involuntarily at Ovalier's long violet hair, trying to find any flaws in it. Perhaps the woman was not a member of the royal family, but a fake. But soon, he was disappointed, because under the sunlight, the girl's violet long hair shone with the brilliance of life and the color of life-that is undoubtedly the symbol of the royal family.

"Long time no see, Mr. Viscount."

Just then, Yulian's voice sounded.

"The last time you left suddenly, it really surprised me a little bit. Did Mr. Viscount feel that I was not well received, so did she leave in a hurry?"

"Of course not, Lord Lord."

The Viscount Juvent was shocked and responded quickly.

"Actually, I am also very sorry for the last rudeness, but because something happened in the family and I need to go back to deal with it, I had to leave early. I didn’t have time to say goodbye to you. It was really rude. , I am here to apologize solemnly to you."

"It's just a trivial matter, don't worry about it."

You Lian waved her hand, and the smile on her face did not change at all, which made Mr. Viscount involuntarily doubtful. What was the young man thinking in front of him? He announced his identity in such a high profile that he must have known for a long time that the Byrd family would take action. So, now he makes such a move, what is his intention...

However, this is not the time to think about it.

Thinking of this, Viscount Juventus coughed softly, and then took out a map and several documents from his arms.

"In fact, I came here this time, not just to apologize to you just because I didn’t say anything last time. We have already completed the division of forces in the Twilight Forest that you mentioned earlier. This is our current pattern. Please You look around."

With that, Viscount Juventus reached out and pushed the map over. Yulian smiled and thanked her, then picked up the map and watched it carefully.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Viscount Juventus could not help wiping the cold sweat on his forehead. In fact, this map was divided once as soon as he came back, but at that time, because he looked down on this lord, he gave His is the range inside the twilight forest. Of course, considering that he wants to suppress his power, that power map even divides the border beyond the twilight town, that is, anyone who wants to enter the twilight forest, All must pass the permission of the Bird family, and at that time, he was planning to use this method to force the young lord to listen to the teachings, but after Yulian showed his strength and identity, that force The division map has long been thrown into the trash can by Mr. Viscount, and now this one is strictly through comparison with history, and the scope of power is given as fair as possible. In this map, At present, the Twilight Forest is all managed by the young Lord Lord. Not only that, the Bird family even included the two small villages and towns outside the Twilight Forest into this management scope. Praying meaning-of course, monitoring. After all, they are obviously more convenient and easier to monitor the two villages than the Twilight Forest, so if the high-level swordsman has any trouble, they will naturally get the news.

"This map is really good."

But Yulian carefully read the map, and then said, he smiled, and then put the map down.

"However, Mr. Viscount, I actually have a better proposal."

"Better offer?"

Hearing this, Viscount Juventus was startled, but he did not seem to panic on the surface.

"Excuse me, do you have any better suggestions?"

However, Yulian did not immediately answer his question. Instead, he called Charlotte standing next to him and whispered a few words to her, the maid showed a clear smile, Then turned around and left.

"Please wait a moment, I will let you see my thoughts."

"Ok."

Hearing Yulian's answer, Mr. Viscount sighed helplessly. He glanced at O'Falil, who was still silent, and finally made up his mind secretly.

"So, taking this opportunity, I have another thing to ask the Lord Lord."

"What else?"

"A few days ago, there was a black and white carriage that broke through our uncle's checkpoint and also killed our guards. According to some reports, this carriage went to the Twilight Forest."

Speaking of this, Mr. Viscount paused, then looked at the other person's eyes seriously and continued.

"I would like to ask Lord Lord, is this matter related to you?"

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