The light gray haze that wanders between nothingness and real thoughts is like the light gray haze that appears in a room with insufficient lighting, and sometimes it flashes in such a picture. The shadows are slim and struggles. Sometimes it twitches the tight heartstrings, and disappears like a swimming fish at the bottom of the water in a flash. However, the memory tail line, like a velvet, is like a mud, swallowed it when people cannot detect it, gradually reaching the knees and waist...

What he remembered was the dark fortress and countless maze-like rooms, where the mother's face always appeared in it. She was always wearing gorgeous and precious clothes, and the noble's skirt was opened like lotus, making her look like an unattainable spire. Her lips were a little thin, and she would often raise a shallow curve on the ground, with single eyelids, and black eyeliners were often drawn on both sides. This image made her look very arrogant and mean. Such an image traveled through the maze of memory, chasing him like a nightmare behind. Oh, by the way, she was chasing the child who had just gotten rid of the baby, and at that time, he was that child...

Once upon a time, did she stare at him so peacefully, like such a lingering scene... At that time, he was still younger, and at the age when he knew nothing, there was no such meanness and alienation on her face. She had also been so kind, and she looked at him quietly on the small bed with a simple smile. Ethereal singing came from a distance. The lights were warm yellow, the memory was warm yellow, there was no fortress or maze, only that simple little world.

If there has been...

The gentle singing still slowly swims in the air, the red wine reflects the light, and the blood trembles slightly, who is talking in his ears. What is he talking about? Music, the most beautiful music, as if the music that evokes the deepest memories in people's hearts, so what about memory, memory...

That was the memory I had avoided and wanted to forget again and again, but it actually...

With a "bang", he put the wine glass on the table. With a violent shaking, he splashed agate-like water droplets, unconsciously letting the wine splash on his sleeves. The tall and thin old man beside him was still saying:

"... Such a singing can definitely create an era, both simple and deep into the soul..."

"It's just boring music." He interrupted his speech coldly. The prince, who has always maintained a noble temperament, was a little restless for the first time. "What the country needs has never been that kind of thing. Except for iron and blood, everything... is meaningless."

"His Royal Highness Philip."

"I..." Breathed in the calm voice of the old man, and after a moment, he showed an apology, "Sorry, Earl Brandt, I've lost my composure."

"Your Highness, let's calm down first, oh, Earl White is there too, I'll leave for a while..."

"Feel sorry……"

Amid the music, the tall and thin old man left. He stared at the shaking wine glass on the table. After a moment, his breathing returned to calm. He raised his head with a calm attitude that was always elegant and smiling. The figure of the silver-haired woman entered his sight.

Just before a few round tables, Christina sat in her mother's arms, quietly hugging the eldest princess' neck. The silver-haired woman sat next to them, holding her cheeks with her hands, looking at the platform on the second floor, with a faint smile on her lips, which was revealed in it was nature and purity that everyone present could see, as if by her side, everything turned into a jungle and returned to the original world.

After a moment, the singing gradually stopped, and Nancy's voice came from above.

"...The song "Tell You" just now was written by Mr. Mask X. The one who played the piano just now was also Mr. Mask. Nancy was just responsible for the singing part... Nancy admired him very much. Next, there was a piano piece he wrote for our little princess tonight. To be honest, this song is really a natural sound..."

“…dedicated to Kna.”

The male voice who deliberately seemed low said the name of the piano music, and then the timeless piano music, originally named "Dedicated to Alice", sounded softly. After a moment, he picked up the wine glass and naturally walked towards the round table where the silver-haired woman was.

"Aunt, long time no see." Putting down the wine glass, he sat down on the other side of Mrs. Catherine.

"Ha, it's Ferris." She patted the back of the little girl in her arms. She sat upright from her lazy position. Seeing that he was about to talk to her mother, Christina walked to the seat next to the silver-haired woman very ladylikely. "When did I come to Denma? I would be angry if I didn't come to play with me. Is your father in good health?"

"My father's health is still getting better and worse, but he finally stabilized in the beginning of spring, so I dared to leave the imperial capital. Aunt, don't bother me, otherwise my father would probably be the first one to let me go." He smiled and claimed the woman behind the veil. Five people sat at the table. The little girl probably felt it was too crowded and pulled the woman with silver hair to a table next to her.

Damn it...

The eyes moved aside with the two of them, and then they retracted in surprise. After the veil, the Duchess's gaze was burning on his face, but the restraint of being watched was fleeting and disappeared like an hallucination: "Is it snowing this year, right?"

"Well, it's very big. The Qilan Mountains are really spectacular, but a few people were crushed to death in the southern area."

"Ah, have you crushed someone to death... I haven't been to the imperial capital for a long time..."

The two were just chatting like home. A few minutes later, Ficket pretended to be careless and asked: "Is the girl who is with Kna the daughter of which family? I haven't seen her before, and she has a very outstanding temperament."

"Ha... Does Fricel think her temperament is very good? It's a pity that she can't speak. She is not a nobleman, and she is already someone else's wife. Fricel, you are one step late. That couple has a good relationship." Catherine pretended to playfully joked.

"Ah... is that right?" Adjusting the unnatural expression on his face, Fericket raised the wine glass to his lips and nodded slightly.

After a while of another conversation, he stood up and left here. On the platform on the second floor, the beautiful melody was coming to an end. Christina jumped up and shouted a few times, "Long live! Long live the mask! So great!" Then she pulled the silver-haired woman to the back of the villa, her eyes following the figure of the silver-haired woman, and a slight sadness appeared on his face. Not far from him, the fat Earl with a round body quietly took this scene into her eyes and a smile appeared on her face.

Soon, a man in servant costume left the manor of the Grand Princess, stepped onto agile galloping horse, and galloped towards a secret place somewhere in the city...

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He pretended to be walking around unintentionally, of course, the purpose was to see her again. He thought he had finally met a woman who was suitable for him, but he forgot to consider the possibility that the beauty had a famous flower had a master. What lingers in his heart now is apart from a faint melancholy, and there is only a feeling of powerlessness similar to being at a loss. If in the past, he would sneer at this feeling and force himself to try to press such a weak mood, but for now... it can only be like this...

After hiding in the thick flower tree, he quietly looked at the silver-haired woman not far away. After sighing, he finally decided to turn around and leave. However, he saw that his fat body was looking at him not far behind, and he couldn't help but frown. What is this bad guy going to do?

This question did not last long. When he noticed the gaze of His Highness the Prince, Earl White immediately trotted over with a smile on his face: "Your Highness, do you fall in love with that girl?"

"What do you mean by saying that?"

"No, no...no other meaning, Your Highness, since you like him so much, I have just checked it. The girl has no background. Therefore, the people from the Ancient Group 2 have been notified that we only need to be on her way home..."

Looking at the thick lips that kept flipping on the disgusting smile and constantly spitting out unbearable words and plans, Fricel could hardly resist the urge to hit someone for a moment, and then a slight smile appeared on it: "I now know why you can get your father's appreciation..."

"For the sake of His Highness the Crown Prince, the ministers can only do their best and work hard..."

"You're all your head!!! Stop me immediately. If you offend this lady's hair, I'll kill you!" The smiley eyes suddenly became fierce. He lowered his voice and let out a heavy roar, and immediately scared the fat count opposite him to stand in place. After a moment, beads of sweat as big as soybeans kept dripping from his twisted round face: "But, but..."

"No, but! Why don't you go!"

"Yes, yes..." Finally, he realized, and his round body responded repeatedly, running away like a ball. After staring at his angry eyes for a long time, he calmed down his breathing.

"What can someone like you... know..."

Turning around, under the magic light shining opposite, the silver-haired woman hugged a short-haired man. At first glance, the man's face was handsome but weak, and the royal blue earrings swayed lightly under the light, but he quickly saw the tough inner inner workings that penetrated the man's body.

She is also a very outstanding person. In this way, she will finally be a humiliation.

With a soft sigh, the man opposite seemed to notice his gaze and looked back. He raised his glass and nodded naturally at the other party, and then there was a kind nod back to the other party.

Please be happy...

After drinking the red wine in the glass, he turned around and left the flower tree. Not far away was the still lively banquet venue, where countless dirty and restless souls mixed into one. There was his battlefield there.

At the same time, in a villa adjacent to a noble district.

The fields are quiet, with faint magic lights scattering between the dirty halls, wooden cabinets, tables and chairs are placed horizontally and vertically. Many people are standing and sitting in this ruined environment, tidying up their equipment and wiping the weapons in their hands.

"It's still some time before the banquet ends, so everyone can prepare well. This is our first action in Damma. Besides, it's the woman His Highness likes. Everyone should do their best."

Walking between the furniture, the servant who had just arrived to pass the message was talking. Not far away, a woman sitting cross-legged on the collapsed wine cabinet spit out a stem of grass that was originally in her mouth, and shot into the chair beside the man with a "splash": "Don't be whispery, we have failed in our actions. Every action, no matter who we do, we have to do our best. We know that we will treat her as Bucknarosch, okay."

"Yes, I'm so annoyed." A young man next to him with a sinister expression briefly expressed his grace.

"Haha, saying it a few more times is just the order of Lord Earl. Don't be surprised, don't be surprised..."

Hearing the words "Earl" and a man sitting in the window next to him frowned: "I really don't know what the ball named White is..."

The voice was slow and uneven, and it was interrupted by the "ping-pong-" sound without saying it completely. At that moment, the huge sickle broke through the window behind, hooked his neck in the splatter of blood, and dragged him directly out of the villa.

In an instant, more than ten people in the room were alarmed. The instant fireball first broke through the crack on the wall and flew out from the room. Then the close-killing warriors rushed out from the hole one after another. The surroundings were still extremely quiet. The sky was as thin as the moon, and the stars' twinkling silver light naturally sprinkled down. On the grass were intertwined with countless blood lines and minced meat. The only complete head was suddenly flat on the ground, staring at its big eyes, leaving his life forever in that horrifying moment.

The attackers are missing.

No one spoke, everyone naturally formed a battle circle. Such a formation had been tempered by everyone for thousands of times, and could almost be called perfect. However, at this time, everyone had no idea, and more than a dozen hearts were also "bang". Under the night sky, the god of death slowly danced the harvest sickle...

"How can you boring supporting actors... let you guys disrupt the already arranged plot..."
Chapter completed!