Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 134: I can’t do it
Remember in one second【】
In the Star Lake Fort late at night, Thales sat alone on the top observation deck of the Jackal Tower, condescendingly, staring at the distant Star Lake.
King Kessel and Captain Adrian returned to the capital that night, leaving only Sonya and her Star Guards, making the main fort's banquet hall turbulent, and it didn't stop until early morning. .
Mallos and the Valencian grandmothers are in desperation. As for the Duke of Xinghu himself, he returned to his bedroom early on the grounds that he was too strong to drink.
("Fart! The old lady clearly saw the juice he was drinking!"——Drunkly pulling the flower of the fortress by the collar of Mallos)
But only Thales himself knew that he was more willing to get drunk and couldn't sleep at all than welcoming the king.
Meows from the eaves in the distance, echoed by the barking of dogs on the ground, coupled with the cicadas, under the moonlight, Xinghu Fortress is full of wild fun and cosiness.
Why?
Tyles stared at the sparkling waves on Xinghu, staring in awe.
Why now? Why is Jain, why is the South Bank leader?
Tyles lowered his head and pulled out a dagger wrapped in a heavy bandage from the sheath. After returning from the desert, for various reasons, instead of removing it, he strengthened the jc. Disguise, make sure it won’t be seen.
More importantly, why is he?
Thyls casually took out the bone ring "Gurtaksa" and hung the tip of the dagger.
The ferocious bone ring and the sharp blade complement each other, making it even clearer in the moonlight.
What does Kessel V want him to do?
Why is the king so confident and so casual?
Where will the Fuxing Palace start? How will the aftermath be dealt with to ensure the effect without causing trouble?
What is his role, what should he do, and what can he do?
Countless questions, countless hesitations, all flooded Thales' heart.
There was a fire moving in the Xunying Tower not far away. Thales knew that this was a patrol post that was changing shifts. Looking at his figure, it might be Pioneer Officer Supa Langley with a local group of Star Private soldiers. .
The prince skilfully turned down the observation deck, hiding himself from the sight, waiting for the end of the shift-the patrol post pays more attention to the threat outside the castle, but in case one of them turns around in the middle of the night, he sees the head of the Duke of Star Lake in the middle of the castle. , Surely not a pleasant thing.
Tyles leaned against the wall, his eyes condensed.
Well, he knows at least one thing.
That is, he must follow the king's instructions to go to the Emerald City and participate-no matter what way-this political conspiracy with an uncertain future.
Not only because he was bound by an oath, not only because he had a personal grievance with Jen, but also because it was imperative.
Because this is his choice, his right, and his bargaining chip, after he has gone through painful lessons such as "Dragon Blood" and "Sand King", he bet on the future and his life, and then he became the King of Iron Fist. Between his fingers, struggling to win a little freedom.
This freedom may not be much, but it is vital.
As in the past, Thales didn't know the plan, methods, process, and details of the Fuxing Palace dealing with Jen. He was excluded and he could only act according to circumstances.
But it was also different from the past. This time, Thales received a clear order, was informed of the answer in advance, and was even admitted as an independent third-party pawn, no longer stunned in the kingdom's chess game.
Besides...
Thyls shook the dagger in his hand, and the Bone Ring "Covenant" turned up in the air and was grabbed by him. .
And now, what he has to do, what he can do...
"No, sir, I mean the lord lady, lord Sutherley, this can't, no, really, I, I can't!" An embarrassed and panicked male voice faintly came from under the watchtower.
Thyls, who was working on his craft, changed his expression.
"Oh, I understand. So, do you look down on me?" What followed was a sassy female voice, aggressively speaking.
What?
Tyles swallowed his throat and entered the senses of hell.
"No, how dare I... You are very powerful, very decent, very attractive, but, I, I belong to the Royal Guard..." The man became more flustered.
Tyles held his breath, tiptoed up to the other side of the observation deck, carefully exposed half of his head, and looked down.
On the diagonally opposite, two floors below him, "Zombie" Glover leaned back stiffly on the observation deck, behind him is high in the sky.
And Sonia Sutherley—the famous flower of the fortress—stands in front of him with drunkenness, pressing his shoulder with one hand, almost pushing Glover out of the observatory.
"That means, I am not worthy of your royal guard?" Sonia leaned forward, a cold light in her misty eyes.
Glover trembled slightly.
"No, sir! I mean my responsibility is in my body, and I also want to protect your Highness..."
"Don't worry about that! I can assure you that His Royal Highness Thales will have no objection, and he might help me if you want." Sonia shook her head and showed an evil smile.
Tyles frowned fiercely, while Glover's expression was stiff, and he shook his head desperately.
Seeing that the man would rather die, Sonia, with misty eyes, was silent for a while, and then she understood what she patted Glover's chest rhythmically:
"Aha, I see, you don't think you can do it, hehe...inexperienced in all aspects?"
Glover's face blushed.
"No—
^0^Remember in one second【】
—" He first denied it, but then realized that this was a breakthrough, and quickly admitted: "I mean, yes, Chief Sutherley, I, that, I can't! I've never... uh, I'm so inexperienced in this area, even if I... I definitely can't stand it, it won't last long..."
But Sonia took a step forward, almost pressing on Glover, her palms on his shoulder!
"Don't worry, I will teach you!"
Fortress Flower’s eyes shined, the corners of her mouth became wider and wider, and her tone of voice became more and more weird:
"And from the beginning, personally demonstrate, step by step, step by step, teach you every, one, step, oh..."
The expression on Thales who eavesdropped on above changed—is this what he should listen to?
Glover couldn't bear it anymore, he pushed Sonia away abruptly, turned and broke free:
"No, we, we can't do this, Lordess, sir, this, this is not in compliance with the rules... By the way, I still have a task on duty tonight, why don't we talk about it next time..."
But he didn't take two steps, and the fortress flower's arm pressed against the wall and blocked him in front of him: "But I want you, really, really, desperately want you."
"I want it now."
Glover swallowed his throat, breathing faster.
The drunk Sonya looked blurred, and swayed close to Glover:
"I know, you actually want it too, right?"
"And I happen to be the commander of Broken Dragon Fortress, and I have a heavy responsibility to defend my family and the country. That is to say, not just me, but the whole kingdom-I want you."
The flower of the fortress had an irresistible smile, pushing Glover to the corner step by step, and the latter's face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years was now infinitely frightened.
"Are you really, don't you think about it anymore?"
Fuck Nima.
Tyles, who was eavesdropping on all this, rubbed his face.
What is this special thing?
The prince squatted under the watchtower with a complicated mood, making sure that they couldn't see himself, and then forced the (extremely unwilling) crime of the prison river to flow up to his throat and mouth, adjusting the frequency.
A few seconds later, he pinched his nose, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth to speak:
"Meow, meow--"
The scream penetrates through the obstacles, reverberating back and forth, like in the ear.
Fortress Flower and Glover were taken aback, they separated suddenly and looked around.
"Meow--" Thales continued to learn from a certain black cat who dared to speak harshly to the Valencian grandmother, vividly lengthening the tone, pretending to be a cat sleeping here, protesting human disturbance .
Glover finally got rid of his panic, he immediately looked upright when he thought of something:
"Ah, it’s the **** black cat. It must have gone to the Duke’s place to steal food again-peeking at confidential documents. This, this is an emergency, quite dangerous. I, I must protect Thales. The Duke’s room..."
Sonia seemed to be a little awake and looked at him in disbelief.
Glover coughed and tidied up his clothes: "That, Sir Sutherley, Lordess, I am very grateful for your favor, but no, I'm sorry, I can't, can't... I'm going to go on duty. , If you need it, I can recommend other brothers in the guard to replace, for example, there is a great young man in the guard wing..."
Fortress Flower narrowed her eyes, apparently extremely dissatisfied.
Glover did not dare to take a mouthful.
"Meow--" I heard a third meow above my head, one more urgent than one.
Finally, Sonya sighed.
"Oh, forget it, the twisted melon is not sweet."
The zombie breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't worry, we..." Sonia patted Glover's chest muscles, raised the corners of her mouth, and blinked deeply:
"It will be long in Japan."
Glover's face was pale, he turned around and grabbed the hallway as if fleeing, and rushed down the stairs without turning his head back.
"It's a pity," Sonia looked at his embarrassed back, obviously regretful, "Tsk tut, what a nice boy."
Very good, the task is complete.
Neither sinned against the flower of the fortress, but also successfully rescued his subordinates, Thales was very satisfied with his response, and even the haze of the king's visit was alleviated a lot.
Based on past experience, Thales pinched his nose and yelled twice as a finishing touch and bewilderment, so that it would not appear too weird.
The thing to do now is to sneak in secretly...
The next second, Thales turned his head and met a pair of green eyes.
He was stunned.
That is a black cat.
It stood elegantly and arrogantly on the observation deck, and looked at the Duke of Star Lake, who pinched his nose suspiciously, and shrank into a ball in the corner of the wall.
Hey, why is this cat a little familiar?
Thyls was embarrassed. In order not to expose himself, he had to continue to pinch his nose and be kind to it:
"Meow?"
The black cat blinked and suddenly realized.
It blew its beard, put on an expression of contempt at him, took an elegant and disdainful step, and left with its tail wagging.
Looking at the other's haughty butt, Thales darkened his face.
What's wrong, haven't you seen the prince learn to meow?
Dead cat stealing food.
Thinking of this, Thales pinched his nose and yelled at the black cat in protest:
"Meow wow!"
The black cat ignored it, but wagged its tail, stepped on graceful catwalks, and disappeared in the corner.
^0^Remember in one second【】
Cut, dead cat.
Thyls cursed silently, but the next second, the light on the observation deck dimmed, as if something was blocking the moonlight.
The Duke of Xinghu was stunned, and he raised his head stiffly.
Under the moonlight, Sonia Sutherley had crossed the height of the three-story building at some point, squatting on the observation platform above Thales, condescending, staring at him in a daze-shrank in the corner, pinching Nose, as the Duke of Xinghu with gritted teeth.
The breeze blew, and the two of them went up and down, and stared in silence.
Thyls dared to swear to Ming Ye, at that moment, he just wanted to jump off the tower, and it was a hundred.
I don’t know how long it took, Sonia tilted her head and squinted her eyes:
"Hi?"
The boy was shocked, then he let go of his nose, and he smiled:
"What a coincidence, hehe, Sonia, can't you sleep either?"
Sonia did not speak, but her eyes became more complicated.
"Aha, the scenery here is very good, right?"
Sonia still did not answer, but her brows tightened.
"Okay."
Tyles exhaled in pain, and stood up, dispelling the idea of being fooled:
"I'm very sorry, but, as Glover said, he doesn't want to."
Sonia sneered from her nose, fell to Thales, sat down against the wall, and muttered nonchalantly:
"That's because he hasn't tried it."
Fortress Flower took out a bag of tobacco and a piece of paper from her arms, and rolled up the cigarette quickly.
Thank God, she didn't ask me about the cat meowing.
"Well, even if you are right," Thales tried to forget the embarrassment just now, "but, then he has to agree to try."
"He will agree soon. He doesn't know what I can give him. It will be unforgettable in a lifetime..." Sonia put the rolled cigarette in her mouth, pouting, her tone quite unwilling. .
"Are we really going to discuss this topic here?" As the topic became more and more unbearable, Thales had to interrupt her bitterly.
"Well, it's not right to be in front of you," Sonia took out a piece of bituminous flint with a cigarette in her mouth, trying to make a fire, "but you are in this position, so sooner or later you will experience something like this— —"
"Stop!"
Thyls cut off the subject and turned around with a bitter expression.
Why is he telling her this here? He obviously still has a lot of things to do!
Yes.
A voice sounded in his heart: a lot of things.
Among them-the legendary anti-devil armed forces.
Thyls stalled.
He turned to look at Sonya, and what appeared in his mind was that she was holding a shield and subduing Giza on the ground, watching the scene where the latter was wiped out.
Maybe this is a breakthrough, and you can detect some slogans.
But—the voice in my heart sternly reminds myself—be careful, don’t forget what Ashida said, if the Queen of Magic knows or even realizes that you are exploring the secrets of the legendary anti-magic armed...
Thyls clenched his fists.
He must be cautious, natural, and smooth, bend and oblique, without a trace, and without suspicion, inquire about the legendary anti-devil armed forces...
"You didn't bring that shield?"
Fortress Flower tried to rub the flint, but didn't respond:
"What? Oh, that thing, hand it back to the Fuxing Palace, and then go get it back."
Thyls frowned.
Well, it turns out that the Supreme Shield is not there.
So what did Ashida hide out in a hurry?
Sonia is still trying to light a cigarette, her tone of voice does not care: "You know, weapons, need to be polished and maintained, the legendary anti-magic armed forces are even more squeamish."
Legendary anti-magic weapons also need maintenance, more than ordinary weapons.
Thyls nodded.
He is about to ask more.
Slap!
As the fire lit up, the flower of the fortress finally lit the cigarette in her mouth. She took a deep breath and looked intoxicated, then slowly spit it out a few seconds later.
Thyls had to wave his hands desperately to disperse the smoke.
Sonia squinted at the prince:
"Take a bite?"
Thyls, who was retreated by the smoke, shook his head skillfully:
"Children can't..."
In the middle of the speech, Thales remembered the "glorious history" of the imperial man at the age of fourteen, and reluctantly changed his words:
"As far as I know, this is not good for the throat and lungs. If you smoke too much, it will affect your breathing. If you smoke too much, it will affect your life."
"Impact, breathing, lifespan?" The fortress flower smiled.
"Child, do you know, what is the deadliest weapon on the battlefield?"
"Magic Gun?"
"nah," the flower of the fortress was holding a cigarette and looking up to the sky, the drunkenness in his eyes was a little less, "not a knife, not a sword, but a hammer and spear."
"Especially when thousands of people are huddled together and fighting for their lives, you breathe more and less breathe, life expectancy is 80 or 50 years old, in fact, there is no big difference."
Thyls remembered the breakout battle he had experienced under the fortress before, remembered the roar of killing, the stumps and arms all over the floor, and he frowned, driving the smoke faster and faster.
"And when a spear pierced your chest with a chuckle like this," Sonia turned her head, and swiftly poked **** on Thales's chest:
^0^Remember in one second【】
"A healthy lung is no different from a dark lung."
Fuck!
The pain in his chest made Thales grinned and had to move back a few minutes to avoid more physical contact with her.
Fortress Flower looked at him and smiled.
"But, if such a cheap smoke," Sonia took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on the distant Star Lake, "it can make hundreds of soldiers forget their timidity, pain, and despair. , Death, let them boost morale and unity in the trash talk full of dung, and weaken the possibility of bombing and collapse."
Sonia looked at Thales and let out a thick puff of smoke leisurely:
"Then maybe, maybe we can win the next battle and defend a fortress."
Cough! Cough! Cough!
Tyles was choked and coughed again and again.
"Thank you, I remember." The prince held his nose in pain, "Don't smoke if you don't fight!"
Sonia burst into a hearty laugh.
Amidst the smoky smoke, the two people with their own concerns were quiet, and the castle lookout at night was lonely.
Not enough.
Thyls reminded himself: He needs a better insertion point, and he needs to know more.
"Speaking of fighting and lifespan, how long have you been fighting with that shield?"
Sonia put down the cigarette and looked straight at him.
Being a little hairy with her eyes, Thales quickly remedied it:
"I heard people say that the legendary anti-magic armament will reduce the life of the user? I remember that you used it to save me..."
Fortress Flower looked at him for a long time and chuckled.
"There is such a saying," Sonia shook her head, "but don't worry, the thing in my hand doesn't like me, and if it refuses to cooperate with me to release the power, it will not hurt me."
"Oh, then I can rest assured—what?"
Thyls looked back in surprise: "It, don't like it, you?"
"Yeah, I'm also very puzzled, right," Sonia took a cigarette, full of anger, "What the **** is going on in this world, even if it breaks the shield, it is even qualified to say that it doesn't like old women."
No, this is not the key, the key is...
"No, no, I mean, it, it? Is it... alive?" Thales was surprised.
"That's right, but not all. It can't speak, but I can feel it. How do you say it, emotions?"
Sonia digs out her ears: "It is said that they only communicate with a few masters, and only then can they exert their maximum effect-of course, it is said that the greater the effect, the heavier the price."
Heart-to-heart...
Maximum efficacy......
Tyles frowned, thinking of the clean world's front long ago, the small red sword with a lot of background.
"Like the broken shield in my hand," Sonya snorted and continued, "every time I was reluctant. I really took myself as a master. Later, hey, my old lady didn't bother to care about it. , It’s not as easy to use as the long-handled broadsword I seized outside."
Thyls fell into deep thought when he heard the words.
"However, you can be awarded the Supreme Shield, and it is probably not without reason. The Kingdom must be very optimistic about you." He said cautiously.
"Nothing," Sonia gave a big hand, and the smoke was heavy. "In the **** years, its owner died, and the extreme masters suitable for it were almost dead. They had no choice. At that time, I I was just about to go north to fight, and I went up in a muddle-headed manner-when I first got it, the broken shield was black and rough. I smashed it with a hammer for half a night before I was sure it was not a fake."
No wonder the Supreme Shield doesn't like you.
Tyles was silent for a while, but after all he couldn't help asking:
"Then do you remember, who was its last owner?"
Sonia rubbed her nose.
"Baron Quentin told me that he doesn't have a name, but well, I heard that he was a guardian of the royal family during his lifetime, and the official is not a small one."
I was a guardian of the royal family...
Thyls stopped talking.
"By the way, don't tell anyone else," Sonia narrowed her eyes. "The Black Prophet specially warned at the beginning: The legendary anti-magic armed forces are secrets of the kingdom, very important and very sensitive. If anyone is inquiring, remember to tell as soon as possible. Him."
Thyls's heart shuddered.
"Fuck, I knew it," the prince said quietly, "no wonder he didn't want to tell me anything."
The flower of the fortress laughed: "Trust me, you are not the first, just get used to it."
"So, everything is fine in the north?" Thales changed the subject to avoid suspicion: "Broken Dragon Fortress, Frontier, Rumba?"
Talking about her old career, Sonya hummed and stood up.
She lay down on the observatory and carefully looked at everything in Star Lake Castle, as if she didn't want to let go of the grass and trees, and even the cat on the roof wanted to take a closer look.
"Thanks to you, my child, whether it’s a black sand collar or a Weiland collar, the Yankees have been busy beating their own people in recent years, and they are much more peaceful. What's more, it’s approaching the busy season of farming, fields, farms, towns , Workshops, markets, there is a shortage of manpower everywhere, not to mention that there is a war, and even the robbers who cross the border are not available."
Thanks to him.
This sentence brings Thales back to the days when he walked out of Broken Dragon Fortress to the north six years ago.
The vampire, the blood magician, the heavy siege of the black sand army, the game between him and Rumba under the fortress-scenes of the past appeared before him, very clear, Thales looked at Sonya in front of him, his eyes were more Kind of kindness.
^0^Remember in one second【】
"Of course, it will be hard to say in a few days," the fortress flower snorted with a cigarette, "so I take advantage of this time to return to my hometown to enjoy my vacation."
Thyls moved upon hearing this:
"Hometown? Are you a local?"
Sonia took her attention away from an old tree in the distance:
"Of course, when my parents were alive, they were farmers in a nearby farm—well, that's the direction, just over two hills."
Sonia pointed the direction to Thales enthusiastically:
"When I was old enough to wield a pitchfork, I came to apply and became a guard here."
Sonia, the famous fortress flower, the daughter of a farmer.
Thyls's thoughts moved, and he reacted:
"I know you are the old ministry of Duke John, so you start with the guards of Star Lake Fort?"
Sonia dusted the soot and looked at the main castle of Star Lake Castle with deep eyes.
"There," Sonia in the moonlight pointed underneath, "There used to be three trees there. I used to rest there when I changed shifts."
Thyls followed her fingers and looked at it—there was a field that was cultivated by the grandmother of Valencia.
The young man has a stalk in his heart.
Tree...
"And there, it used to be part of the garden," Sonya's voice was a little vague, "John likes to walk there alone, meditating, regardless of rain or shine, he said it helps to think."
Thyls looked at the place--now it was fenced, with many dogs.
Garden...
Tyles clenched his fists subconsciously.
"Sonia..."
"It's not just your castle, kid."
Sonia looked at the location of the Xun Studio, her expression in a trance, and a long tone of voice:
"At one time, many people regarded this place as home—for many years, many years, home."
Home.
Thyls was silent for a long time.
Wait for him to look back and look at the field, and he feels different.
"I'm sorry." He suddenly didn't want to ask her about the Supreme Shield.
There will be a chance, he told himself.
Not now.
It shouldn't be.
Sonia was silent for a while, the **** of her cigarette lit and darkened.
"No, thank you." Sonia shook her head, dispelling the haze, and returning to the hearty fortress flower:
"Every year I will come back for a few days to rest, eat in the old Cordero's farm, make troubles and fights, but this year, since you have repaired the castle..."
The next second, Sonya smiled triumphantly:
"Then I don't have to look at the old Cordero's face-since I was five years old, my mother rejected his marriage proposal, and since I started crying his son, he has always had opinions on me. You Don’t take a bite?"
Thyls stared at Sonya's cigarette butt, smiled and shook his head.
"Well, welcome home," Thales tried to recover from his sorrow, "You and your people can live as long as you want, and the board and lodging expenses are all inclusive."
"All inclusive?" Fortress Flower looked disbelief, "I accidentally heard an old man of the guard behave in yin and yang today, saying that it is really comfortable for us to eat and live for nothing."
"You are talking about the second logistics officer, Dward Stout," Thales thought of something, embarrassed, "And I can guarantee that you did not hear it'by accident', that's it. The old man is very bad."
But his eyes lit up quickly.
"But it doesn't matter, entertain the famous kingdom marshal and war heroes, Lady Sonia Sutherley, I believe this account can be reported to my father."
No, it must be reported to him.
Otherwise, Thales swears that he will lie in Ballard's room and won't get up at the next imperial meeting.
Sonia let out a puff of smoke and snorted.
"Your Majesty went back?"
"Yes—" Thales felt wrong as soon as he spoke, and frowned at her.
Fortress Flower grinned.
"My boy, I was in a war anyway, but unfortunately I was still a commander. If I didn't even know who was in the marching team, Broken Dragon Fortress would have been fought over 800 times."
Sure enough.
She also knew about the king's visit.
Tyles' eyes changed when she saw her, she lost her former lightness, and became a bit heavier.
Is she really just going home to enjoy the holiday?
Is this planned, the royal guard will **** the king here by sending the famous commander of the kingdom back home?
Then is this instructed by King Kessel? Or did he let it go? What does his move mean, what does he imply to himself? What does it mean for Sonia to appear here?
All kinds of thoughts came to my mind, and at this moment, Thales suddenly lost interest in talking with Sonya.
Those days when they ate and lived together in the fortress six years ago, it seems that it is no longer clear.
Only the bone ring "covenant" in the pocket is getting heavier and heavier.
Sonia seemed to be aware of it, and she glanced at Thales.
"It is convenient to disclose, what is he looking for you?" Fortress Flower asked carelessly, the cigarette in her hand was already mostly burnt, gradually dimming.
She doesn't seem to know.
Or, she just pretended not to know?
Sonia Sutherley, she was indeed the benefactor who rescued you six years ago, but don’t forget—
^0^Remember in one second【】
—A voice rose from the bottom of my heart, carefully reminding Thales that she is also one of the kingdom’s three commanders and the leader of the kingdom’s standing army.
It is the king's sword.
Thyls swallowed.
What did the king say to Sonia? What do you instruct her to do? What effect will it have on him?
What should he say, and what shouldn't he say?
I went to meet the candidates of my fiancée.
I'll destroy the guardian duke of the South Bank.
What should he say?
"On a business trip," Thales' expression remained unchanged, his gaze through the smoke, "I have to go and do an errand."
"On a business trip? I guess you will not go north to visit the old place of Broken Dragon Fortress?"
Thyls hesitated for a moment.
"Don't worry, don't be nervous, I'm not interested in what you are going to do." Sonya smiled lightly, as if she could see through Thales' psychology.
She took the last puff of cigarette fiercely~IndoMTL.com~ Then she threw away her cigarette **** reluctantly.
"Anyway, it's the old-fashioned infighting. It's either extortion or grabbing power. I can't get it."
The old fashioned.
Tyles exhaled.
He thought of dragon blood, thought of King Sand, and thought of the mission he was granted by the king.
King Kessel ups and downs in the turbulent kingdom politics all day long, manipulating the situation, but as his sword, his generals, his real kingdom fortress, the fortress flower in front of him looks so cheerful. Savory, generous and generous.
How did she do it? The voice in his heart asked.
This makes Thales feel a little bit jealous.
"Yes, the same thing," the young duke snorted softly, his words full of indescribable complex emotions, "I can't do it either."
Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^