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Faced with the reversed situation, Nicolai, who was injured and injured, looked ugly.

He tried to pull out the crossbow arrows that pierced his left arm and shoulder, but the arrow wound on the right side affected his right hand, and he could only fail with repeated force and grunt.

Nicolai had to sigh softly, groaning to end his sixth effort to draw the crossbow.

"How did you shoot me?"

The meteorite stared unwillingly at the inconspicuous black crossbow, and angrily at the crossbow bolt that had nailed himself to the rock wall.

"That weapon, what is its ability?"

Monty, who was also dying, lay weakly on the ground. The severely burned man stretched out his hand to support the rock with difficulty, tried to sit up, and quietly regained his strength.

Just listen to the humming of the Dead Crow disdainfully:

"I don't have to tell you."

Nicolai looked at him and couldn't help gritting his teeth gently.

"Come on," the meteorite was sweating profusely in pain, but he still trembled his lips, squeezing a few words from his teeth:

"Twist my neck and make a knot."

The Dead Crow stared at his miserable look, and after a while, he suddenly grinned.

"I won't risk getting close to you anymore, stabbing the head," Monty endured the pain, tearing off a complete piece of clothing, gently wiping his wounds, slowly bandaging the same way as Nicolai:

"We are in a bad situation now..."

Monty raised his head with difficulty, and smiled hard: "If you go hand in hand again, God knows what surprises you have prepared for me to turn defeat into victory."

Nicolai narrowed his eyes.

"You are afraid of me." The meteorite said coldly.

The Dead Crow shook his head, tore open the cloth strip with his teeth, and bandaged his unoptimistic right arm in a pang of grinning pain: "On the contrary, I have controlled the situation."

"Just wait for me to slow down, keep this distance, rewind, and install a few crossbow arrows," Monty panted, trembling fingers pointed at the distant time crossbow in the air, and pointed at the opponent again, with sharp eyes :

"The rest is fixed shooting."

Nicolai's face sank.

The meteorite's right hand weakly gripped the arrow shaft in front of his shoulder, trying to break it. But the crossbow arrow is much harder than the ordinary long arrow. There is no sharp weapon like the Rising Sun Sabre, and with his injured and weak right hand, his efforts are limited, and he can only take a cold breath from painful attempts.

Monty laughed at this.

He was trembling all over, sweating to tear off the blood and blood on his chest, trying to get up on the ground, but eventually fell to the ground without support.

"Hahaha," Monty laughed indifferently when he fell down: "So this has become a game of ‘finish to the end’, isn’t it?"

On the wasteland, the injured men stared at each other, their eyes dazzling sparks in the air.

The Dead Crow rolled over, and the severe burns made him snorted: "Remember our'meeting ceremony' to welcome the newcomer, Bingshan bastard, he stripped us naked and threw us into the snow on the first night. There was hot water when we ran to the finish line, so a large group of bare-ass men ran tremblingly and desperately..."

Nicolai frowned tightly.

Monty took a sip: "We were freezing and we couldn't run to the end until we collapsed. Afterwards, we found that there was no end at all. The so-called meeting ceremony, the tradition of the Blade Guard is just to test us. The limit."

His eyes were condensed in the air, as if to himself: "A lie is always the most effective whip."

Nicolai shook his head stiffly.

"You don't deserve to bring up the guard," the last power of the end in his body rushed to the wound, trying to relieve the pain in his shoulder, "the betrayer of the blade oath."

The Dead Crow stiffened slightly, and his breathing became heavy.

"Blade oath...betrayal..." At that moment, Monty's expression was a little trance.

But after a while, the man immediately raised his face and shrugged his shoulders, reluctantly hissing in the aftereffects of the burn: "Whatever you say, anyway..."

The expression of the Dead Crow became solemn, and his eyes were cold:

"This is your last word."

"Meteor."

To his surprise, Nicolai smiled.

His back is leaning against the rock wall, and his eyes are extremely complicated when looking at Monty.

"If half of what you said is true, big mouth... then at least, at least initially you are not a member of the secret department."

Nicolai squinted his eyes: "What made you renegade, or what did Secret Science hold you?"

Monty was startled first, and then he chuckles: "Oh my God, you really are talking more and more like Caslan."

Nicolai ignored his remarks.

"The life of the Blade Guard may bring you torture, but there will be no progress if you throw in the maggots in the dark night of Secret Branch. You don't really think that they are your savior, can you save you from trouble? ?"

Monty's smile disappeared.

"That was a worse step," the meteorite looked at the sun saber and the crossbow of time in the distance: "Walk out of one abyss, but plunge into another abyss-you must have other reasons."

Monty was silent for a few seconds, and pulled out a painful and happy smile.

"Some things don't need a reason."

The Dead Crow snorted coldly: "Maybe I was born a betrayer, heartless, lacking in affection, and lacking in conscience, so Caslan chose me to be that dirty knife."

But Nicolai still ignored him, instead he said to himself: "That was your first betrayal, right? That assassination."

Monty's eyebrows moved.

I saw the meteorite as if recalling the old man in the past, and said indifferently: "After the death of Prince Suril, you tried to leave Longxiao City and leave the front of the ancestor, because you are also afraid, afraid that he will discover the truth. "

"The reason for instigating you to betray may be in the assassination 18 years ago."

Nicolet stared at Monty steadily.

The Dead Crow looked back at him solemnly.

"Damn, you have not only become stronger," Monty murmured, "You are also more suspicious."

Nicolai glanced at the prince who was moaning softly in a coma.

"If you have been confronting a sly and sinister, scheming star prince who is thinking about you every day and night, and you can't touch his finger for six full years," the meteorite said coldly:

"You will become like me too."

Monty shook his head and laughed.

"These are not important anymore," Deadman tried to get up again, his face replied with a cruel look: "Just wait for me..."

At this moment, Nicolai spoke softly and spit out another name:

"Adele."

At that moment, Monty, who was trying to get up, stiffened in place.

It's been a long while before the Dead Crow with a relaxed expression can sit down.

Like a chess piece that has lost its center of gravity.

Nicolet sighed deeply as he looked at Monty who was abnormally gaffey.

"You haven't forgotten her yet, have you?"

The neck of the Dead Crow is like an old rusty clock, turning to Nicolai with difficulty, with a stiff expression: "What?"

The sun set an angle again, and their shadows gradually slanted eastward.

The meteorite is like an old man who has been hit, his face is gloomy and his tone is lost: "The reason why you cast yourself to the stars, to the secret branch, the reason why you must die of Prince Suril—I I can only think of this."

Monty looked at the old boss in shock: "You, you..."

"You thought you were covering up well back then, no one knew," Nicolai chuckled unclearly, but his words were full of exhaustion: "But look at Mrs. Adele's eyes, and your Abnormal number and location of duty......"

"No, no," Monty breathed quickly, and his eyes on Nicolai were filled with incredible emotion: "You know?"

"So you saw it a long time ago?"

"A bitch," Nicolai just looked at him coldly and affirmed: "So, your betrayal does have something to do with that woman."

"Right?"

The Dead Crow lowered his head and was silent for a long time.

The meteorite stared at him like an interrogator, looking like a sword.

Monty moved suddenly.

I saw him tugging at the corner of his mouth, raising his head and laughing amidst the twitching of his cheeks: "Hahaha..."

Nicolai closed his eyes, his expression aching.

"Adele," the Dead Crow let out a sigh, repeating the name lonely: "Adele, yes, she is the turning point of everything."

"Boom!"

I don't know if it affected the injury or was emotional, Nicolai elbows the rock wall on his upper back: "Damn, damn..."

"Damn it!"

The meteorite once again firmly grasped the arrow shaft and tried to break it. In the pain and cold sweat, he bit out the words intermittently: "I used to move you away when I was on guard... By all means, I will try my best to keep you away from the Garden of Blood and Mrs. Adele, so that you will not see her for several years..."

"I'm still looking for you for a drink uncharacteristically, and advise you to hurry up and find a girl to start a family..."

Monty was taken aback for a moment.

"Ah!"

Nicolai, who failed to escape again, screamed bitterly and smashed the rock wall angrily: "I have done so much, don't you **** understand what I mean-stay away from her, stay away from that full The ominous and inhumanly beautiful Kang Mas woman stay away and abandon your arrogant and forbidden boring feelings!"

Monty froze in place, motionless.

In the next moment, resentment and anger appeared on the face of Deadman.

I saw him slap the ground abruptly, stood up staggered regardless of his injury, and glared at the meteorite with almost cannibalistic eyes:

Monty tremblingly held the rock, gritted his teeth and roared hoarsely: "So it's you, it's you, stinging?"

"In the first years when Adele was married to Longxiao City, you deliberately moved me away just to keep me away from her? Can't see her? Can't get close to her?"

The Wounded Dead Crow threw out his arm in grief: "It's you!"

A small stalkless throwing knife flashed through the air.

Nicolai took a breath and subconsciously waved his right hand!

"Ding!"

The flying knife brushed Nicolai's wristband, shot it on the rock wall, and fell weakly.

Monty, who threw the knife, stood unsteadily, and fell to the ground, raising the dust.

But he didn't pay any attention, just propped himself up with his **** arms.

"Even in those years when she suffered the most, suffered the most, and suffered the most, I was not there, let alone see her, and could not help her..."

For the first time, Monty said with a vibrato: "It's all because of you?"

The meteorite looked at the throwing knife and became more angry.

"That's for your good!"

He snorted fiercely: "I thought you could throw away those unrealistic fantasies..."

"You idiot can't see it!"

But Monty didn't pay attention to Nicolai's words at all, and the resentment on his face suddenly turned into sadness, then loss, and sadness.

Several seconds passed, and only the breathing of two men remained in the air.

In the end, all the expressions on Deadman's face disappeared.

He stared at the ground blankly and plunged into the sand again.

"I thought my method worked," Nicolai lowered his head, his eyes were surly, and his right hand clenched a fist: "I thought you just need to get drunk and find a few more women-as usual. , You can forget her..."

Monty turned over with difficulty. He first looked at Nicolet in a daze, then laughed strangely.

The smile was so big and the range was so big that even tears came out of his eyes.

"Forgot her?"

"How is it possible."

The burned man exhales slowly, with endless melancholy and sigh in his voice:

"I will never forget the day—the day I entered Vine City, at the very young age, the gentle and graceful Miss Adele Gerst, dressed in a veil, said goodbye to her parents and siblings with red eyes. With the perseverance of the residents of the whole city, step by step they slowly set foot on the wedding carriage of our Longxiao City Mission."

"Go to the cold north."

Monty looked at the sky, his right hand trembled slightly:

"I remember that when I helped Adele into the car, her reddish face, that innocent smile, that shy thank you."

The Dead Crow spoke in a daze, his face full of confusion:

"I remember the beautiful bow on her wrist, the pattern on her skirt, and the lightly stroked throat in the carriage. The singing seemed to have a power that made the northerners who were used to fighting and killing Northlanders. Listen with bated breath."

Nicolai closed his eyes tightly, and let out an inaudible growl from his throat, and the blood vessels in his arm bulged from excessive force.

"I still remember my glib mouth, my tongue suddenly became clumsy, I could only persuade the lady who was so sad and blushing with sweat, and comforted her that Northland is a good place. All the people there are bold, tolerant, unyielding, and enthusiastic, saying that Prince Suriel is heroic and brave, saying that she will be happy-all these things that turned out to be shameless lies."

Monty sits up with difficulty, and looks at the meteorite in sorrow.

"Yes, I met her earlier than all of you," the man looked sad: "I lost her earlier."

Nicolai exhaled heavily and looked at Monty in disbelief: "Lost her?"

"Damn, she was never yours!"

The meteorite punched again and hit the rock wall.

He was quite gaffe, roaring under the dual pain of body and spirit: "That is the wife of His Royal Highness! She even has children!"

"For a woman, you have forgotten your identity, betrayed the Blade Guard, betrayed the king and the prince-don't you think it is too ridiculous!"

Monty snorted.

He ignored Nicolai's accusation and just smiled indifferently.

"Of course, a maggot like me who was born in the dark and eats rot in the mud is not even qualified to miss Adele."

The Dead Crow lay on the ground and sighed slowly: "I figured it out very early on: as a noble and beautiful prince and concubine, she has no reason to deal with a rural hunter who was born in rude words and deeds. A humble guard with **** hands."

His eyes were erratic, with a wry smile and gasping: "The only thing I can do, and the only thing I long for, is to hold on to the few moments in the Palace of Valor, to be on duty seriously and frequently, and when passing by her courtyard, Pretending to be vigilant around, occasionally glance at the lonely girl."

"The only thing I hope, and the only thing I am satisfied with, is to wait until there is no one in the middle of the night, a person shrank in a daze in the dark corner of the blood garden, looking at the flowers and plants she had taken care of, and staring at the sky full of stars. Thinking back to her smile over and over again."

"That's enough," Monty said in a daze, immersed in the past:

"Enough."

"Asshole, coward," Nicolai looked at him disdainfully: "I really regret talking so much nonsense with you. I should have castrated you when I found out that you were wrong."

Monty shook his head, seeming not to hear the other person.

"So..."

"When that night came," The Dead Crow seemed to regain his composure. He sneered, and the color in his eyes became terrible and cold again: "Do you know how I feel?"

Nicolai was startled:

"That night?"

Monty glanced at him, his face expressionless, but the inexplicable emotion in his eyes made the meteorite nervous.

"That night, once again, as the King Black Crow, I rushed back to Longxiao City from the war-torn Star Kingdom and reported to King Nunn and his son."

Monty narrated without sorrow or joy, as if the next thing had nothing to do with him: "It was also that night when Prince Suril called me privately."

"Our majestic and brave His Royal Highness Suriel Walton gave me an order calmly and indifferently: There is a royal scandal that should not be made public, which needs to be dealt with urgently."

Nicolai froze.

I don't know when it started, and the voice of the Dead Crow began to tremble:

"He ordered me to get rid of his wife without leaving any trouble."

"Prince and Concubine, Mrs. Adele."

Monty slowly raised his eyes, the greyness in his eyes was boundless: "And the lover she loves with all her heart."

"Unfaithful Blade Guard-Byrne Melk."

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Chapter 361 The Crow and the Snow Blade (Part 2), Kingdom Bloodline

Faced with the reversed situation, Nicolai, who was injured and injured, looked ugly.

He tried to pull out the crossbow arrows that pierced his left arm and shoulder, but the arrow wound on the right side affected his right hand, and he could only fail with repeated force and grunt.

Nicolai had to sigh softly, groaning to end his sixth effort to draw the crossbow.

"How did you shoot me?"

The meteorite stared unwillingly at the inconspicuous black crossbow, and angrily at the crossbow bolt that had nailed himself to the rock wall.

"That weapon, what is its ability?"

Monty, who was also dying, lay weakly on the ground. The severely burned man stretched out his hand to support the rock with difficulty, tried to sit up, and quietly regained his strength.

Just listen to the humming of the Dead Crow disdainfully:

"I don't have to tell you."

Nicolai looked at him and couldn't help gritting his teeth gently.

"Come on," the meteorite was sweating profusely in pain, but he still trembled his lips, squeezing a few words from his teeth:

"Twist my neck and make a knot."

The Dead Crow stared at his miserable look, and after a while, he suddenly grinned.

"I won't risk getting close to you anymore, stabbing the head," Monty endured the pain, tearing off a complete piece of clothing, gently wiping his wounds, slowly bandaging the same way as Nicolai:

"We are in a bad situation now..."

Monty raised his head with difficulty, and smiled hard: "If you go hand in hand again, God knows what surprises you have prepared for me to turn defeat into victory."

Nicolai narrowed his eyes.

"You are afraid of me." The meteorite said coldly.

The Dead Crow shook his head, tore open the cloth strip with his teeth, and bandaged his unoptimistic right arm in a pang of grinning pain: "On the contrary, I have controlled the situation."

"Just wait for me to slow down, keep this distance, rewind, and install a few crossbow arrows," Monty panted, trembling fingers pointed at the distant time crossbow in the air, and pointed at the opponent again, with sharp eyes :

"The rest is fixed shooting."

Nicolai's face sank.

The meteorite's right hand weakly gripped the arrow shaft in front of his shoulder, trying to break it. But the crossbow arrow is much harder than the ordinary long arrow. There is no sharp weapon like the Rising Sun Sabre, and with his injured and weak right hand, his efforts are limited, and he can only take a cold breath from painful attempts.

Monty laughed at this.

He was trembling all over, sweating to tear off the blood and blood on his chest, trying to get up on the ground, but eventually fell to the ground without support.

"Hahaha," Monty laughed indifferently when he fell down: "So this has become a game of ‘finish to the end’, isn’t it?"

On the wasteland, the injured men stared at each other, their eyes dazzling sparks in the air.

The Dead Crow rolled over, and the severe burns made him snorted: "Remember our'meeting ceremony' to welcome the newcomer, Bingshan bastard, he stripped us naked and threw us into the snow on the first night. There was hot water when we ran to the finish line, so a large group of bare-ass men ran tremblingly and desperately..."

Nicolai frowned tightly.

Monty took a sip: "We were freezing and we couldn't run to the end until we collapsed. Afterwards, we found that there was no end at all. The so-called meeting ceremony, the tradition of the Blade Guard is just to test us. The limit."

His eyes were condensed in the air, as if to himself: "A lie is always the most effective whip."

Nicolai shook his head stiffly.

"You don't deserve to bring up the guard," the last power of the end in his body rushed to the wound, trying to relieve the pain in his shoulder, "the betrayer of the blade oath."

The Dead Crow stiffened slightly, and his breathing became heavy.

"Blade oath...betrayal..." At that moment, Monty's expression was a little trance.

But after a while, the man immediately raised his face and shrugged his shoulders, reluctantly hissing in the aftereffects of the burn: "Whatever you say, anyway..."

The expression of the Dead Crow became solemn, and his eyes were cold:

"This is your last word."

"Meteor."

To his surprise, Nicolai smiled.

His back is leaning against the rock wall, and his eyes are extremely complicated when looking at Monty.

"If half of what you said is true, big mouth... then at least, at least initially you are not a member of the secret department."

Nicolai squinted his eyes: "What made you renegade, or what did Secret Science hold you?"

Monty was startled first, and then he chuckles: "Oh my God, you really are talking more and more like Caslan."

Nicolai ignored his remarks.

"The life of the Blade Guard may bring you torture, but there will be no progress if you throw in the maggots in the dark night of Secret Branch. You don't really think that they are your savior, can you save you from trouble? ?"

Monty's smile disappeared.

"That was a worse step," the meteorite looked at the sun saber and the crossbow of time in the distance: "Walk out of one abyss, but plunge into another abyss-you must have other reasons."

Monty was silent for a few seconds, and pulled out a painful and happy smile.

"Some things don't need a reason."

The Dead Crow snorted coldly: "Maybe I was born a betrayer, heartless, lacking in affection, and lacking in conscience, so Caslan chose me to be that dirty knife."

But Nicolai still ignored him, instead he said to himself: "That was your first betrayal, right? That assassination."

Monty's eyebrows moved.

I saw the meteorite as if recalling the old man in the past, and said indifferently: "After the death of Prince Suril, you tried to leave Longxiao City and leave the front of the ancestor, because you are also afraid, afraid that he will discover the truth. "

"The reason for instigating you to betray may be in the assassination 18 years ago."

Nicolet stared at Monty steadily.

The Dead Crow looked back at him solemnly.

"Damn, you have not only become stronger," Monty murmured, "You are also more suspicious."

Nicolai glanced at the prince who was moaning softly in a coma.

"If you have been confronting a sly and sinister, scheming star prince who is thinking about you every day and night, and you can't touch his finger for six full years," the meteorite said coldly:

"You will become like me too."

Monty shook his head and laughed.

"These are not important anymore," Deadman tried to get up again, his face replied with a cruel look: "Just wait for me..."

At this moment, Nicolai spoke softly and spit out another name:

"Adele."

At that moment, Monty, who was trying to get up, stiffened in place.

It's been a long while before the Dead Crow with a relaxed expression can sit down.

Like a chess piece that has lost its center of gravity.

Nicolet sighed deeply as he looked at Monty who was abnormally gaffey.

"You haven't forgotten her yet, have you?"

The neck of the Dead Crow is like an old rusty clock, turning to Nicolai with difficulty, with a stiff expression: "What?"

The sun set an angle again, and their shadows gradually slanted eastward.

The meteorite is like an old man who has been hit, his face is gloomy and his tone is lost: "The reason why you cast yourself to the stars, to the secret branch, the reason why you must die of Prince Suril—I I can only think of this."

Monty looked at the old boss in shock: "You, you..."

"You thought you were covering up well back then, no one knew," Nicolai chuckled unclearly, but his words were full of exhaustion: "But look at Mrs. Adele's eyes, and your Abnormal number and location of duty......"

"No, no," Monty breathed quickly, and his eyes on Nicolai were filled with incredible emotion: "You know?"

"So you saw it a long time ago?"

"A bitch," Nicolai just looked at him coldly and affirmed: "So, your betrayal does have something to do with that woman."

"Right?"

The Dead Crow lowered his head and was silent for a long time.

The meteorite stared at him like an interrogator, looking like a sword.

Monty moved suddenly.

I saw him tugging at the corner of his mouth, raising his head and laughing amidst the twitching of his cheeks: "Hahaha..."

Nicolai closed his eyes, his expression aching.

"Adele," the Dead Crow let out a sigh, repeating the name lonely: "Adele, yes, she is the turning point of everything."

"Boom!"

I don't know if it affected the injury or was emotional, Nicolai elbows the rock wall on his upper back: "Damn, damn..."

"Damn it!"

The meteorite once again firmly grasped the arrow shaft and tried to break it. In the pain and cold sweat, he bit out the words intermittently: "I used to move you away when I was on guard... By all means, I will try my best to keep you away from the Garden of Blood and Mrs. Adele, so that you will not see her for several years..."

"I'm still looking for you for a drink uncharacteristically, and advise you to hurry up and find a girl to start a family..."

Monty was taken aback for a moment.

"Ah!"

Nicolai, who failed to escape again, screamed bitterly and smashed the rock wall angrily: "I have done so much, don't you **** understand what I mean-stay away from her, stay away from that full The ominous and inhumanly beautiful Kang Mas woman stay away and abandon your arrogant and forbidden boring feelings!"

Monty froze in place, motionless.

In the next moment, resentment and anger appeared on the face of Deadman.

I saw him slap the ground abruptly, stood up staggered regardless of his injury, and glared at the meteorite with almost cannibalistic eyes:

Monty tremblingly held the rock, gritted his teeth and roared hoarsely: "So it's you, it's you, stinging?"

"In the first years when Adele was married to Longxiao City, you deliberately moved me away just to keep me away from her? Can't see her? Can't get close to her?"

The Wounded Dead Crow threw out his arm in grief: "It's you!"

A small stalkless throwing knife flashed through the air.

Nicolai took a breath and subconsciously waved his right hand!

"Ding!"

The flying knife brushed Nicolai's wristband, shot it on the rock wall, and fell weakly.

Monty, who threw the knife, stood unsteadily, and fell to the ground, raising the dust.

But he didn't pay any attention, just propped himself up with his **** arms.

"Even in those years when she suffered the most, suffered the most, and suffered the most, I was not there, let alone see her, and could not help her..."

For the first time, Monty said with a vibrato: "It's all because of you?"

The meteorite looked at the throwing knife and became more angry.

"That's for your good!"

He snorted fiercely: "I thought you could throw away those unrealistic fantasies..."

"You idiot can't see it!"

But Monty didn't pay attention to Nicolai's words at all, and the resentment on his face suddenly turned into sadness, then loss, and sadness.

Several seconds passed, and only the breathing of two men remained in the air.

In the end, all the expressions on Deadman's face disappeared.

He stared at the ground blankly and plunged into the sand again.

"I thought my method worked," Nicolai lowered his head, his eyes were surly, and his right hand clenched a fist: "I thought you just need to get drunk and find a few more women-as usual. , You can forget her..."

Monty turned over with difficulty. He first looked at Nicolet in a daze, then laughed strangely.

The smile was so big and the range was so big that even tears came out of his eyes.

"Forgot her?"

"How is it possible."

The burned man exhales slowly, with endless melancholy and sigh in his voice:

"I will never forget the day—the day I entered Vine City, at the very young age, the gentle and graceful Miss Adele Gerst, dressed in a veil, said goodbye to her parents and siblings with red eyes. With the perseverance of the residents of the whole city, step by step they slowly set foot on the wedding carriage of our Longxiao City Mission."

"Go to the cold north."

Monty looked at the sky, his right hand trembled slightly:

"I remember that when I helped Adele into the car, her reddish face, that innocent smile, that shy thank you."

The Dead Crow spoke in a daze, his face full of confusion:

"I remember the beautiful bow on her wrist, the pattern on her skirt, and the lightly stroked throat in the carriage. The singing seemed to have a power that made the northerners who were used to fighting and killing Northlanders. Listen with bated breath."

Nicolai closed his eyes tightly, and let out an inaudible growl from his throat, and the blood vessels in his arm bulged from excessive force.

"I still remember my glib mouth, my tongue suddenly became clumsy, I could only persuade the lady who was so sad and blushing with sweat, and comforted her that Northland is a good place. All the people there are bold, tolerant, unyielding, and enthusiastic, saying that Prince Suriel is heroic and brave, saying that she will be happy-all these things that turned out to be shameless lies."

Monty sits up with difficulty, and looks at the meteorite in sorrow.

"Yes, I met her earlier than all of you," the man looked sad: "I lost her earlier."

Nicolai exhaled heavily and looked at Monty in disbelief: "Lost her?"

"Damn, she was never yours!"

The meteorite punched again and hit the rock wall.

He was quite gaffe, roaring under the dual pain of body and spirit: "That is the wife of His Royal Highness! She even has children!"

"For a woman, you have forgotten your identity, betrayed the Blade Guard, betrayed the king and the prince-don't you think it is too ridiculous!"

Monty snorted.

He ignored Nicolai's accusation and just smiled indifferently.

"Of course, a maggot like me who was born in the dark and eats rot in the mud is not even qualified to miss Adele."

The Dead Crow lay on the ground and sighed slowly: "I figured it out very early on: as a noble and beautiful prince and concubine, she has no reason to deal with a rural hunter who was born in rude words and deeds. A humble guard with **** hands."

His eyes were erratic, with a wry smile and gasping: "The only thing I can do, and the only thing I long for, is to hold on to the few moments in the Palace of Valor, to be on duty seriously and frequently, and when passing by her courtyard, Pretending to be on guard, I occasionally glance at the lonely girl~IndoMTL.com~The only thing I hope, and the only satisfaction, is to wait until there is no one in the middle of the night, alone in a daze in the dark corner of the garden of blood, looking Looking at the flowers and plants she has taken care of, looking at the sky full of stars, I think about her smile over and over again."

"That's enough," Monty said in a daze, immersed in the past:

"Enough."

"Asshole, coward," Nicolai looked at him disdainfully: "I really regret talking so much nonsense with you. I should have castrated you when I found out that you were wrong."

Monty shook his head, seeming not to hear the other person.

"So..."

"When that night came," The Dead Crow seemed to regain his composure. He sneered, and the color in his eyes became terrible and cold again: "Do you know how I feel?"

Nicolai was startled:

"That night?"

Monty glanced at him, his face expressionless, but the inexplicable emotion in his eyes made the meteorite nervous.

"That night, once again, as the King Black Crow, I rushed back to Longxiao City from the war-torn Star Kingdom and reported to King Nunn and his son."

Monty narrated without sorrow or joy, as if the next thing had nothing to do with him: "It was also that night when Prince Suril called me privately."

"Our majestic and brave His Royal Highness Suriel Walton gave me an order calmly and indifferently: There is a royal scandal that should not be made public, which needs to be dealt with urgently."

Nicolai froze.

I don't know when it started, and the voice of the Dead Crow began to tremble:

"He ordered me to get rid of his wife without leaving any trouble."

"Prince and Concubine, Mrs. Adele."

Monty slowly raised his eyes, the greyness in his eyes was boundless: "And the lover she loves with all her heart."

"Unfaithful Blade Guard-Byrne Melk."