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This scene is like a farce, it starts from the beginning to the end. They are full of black humor, but for different people, it has different meanings.

But as it is, from this day on. Aouine’s history has changed permanently.

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Viero Archduke sat down on one’s own chair with some exhaustion.

Not long ago, he sent away the last group of guests. He has been dealing with people from all walks of life these days. Some of these people know him, some don’t know him, some don’t. Dangerous, but some made him feel chilling.

Fortunately, it’s all over.

He felt a deep sense of powerlessness rising from the bottom of his heart. It was a state of entanglement of exhaustion, uneasiness and tension, as if it was wrapped in a thick liquid, making him feel unable to breathe.

He regretted the moment he made the decision, but a deep sense of fear prevented him from stopping and could only mechanically complete the deal that made him uneasy.

He confirmed over and over again that the sound in the crystal ball made him feel relieved over and over again. Finally, this day everything was ready, but he felt a feeling of emptyness.

“Is it really right?”

“Is everything really going to grow as expected?”

“Would those people really follow the agreement?”

The Duke adult closed his eyes in pain and smashed every finger into the hair of the silver.

On the border of Warren, the soldiers guarding the place are watching with a vigilant look at the gray robes of unknown origins, carrying the invitation from the gorse, through Viero. Enter the Lantolian territory on the border with the Dead Forest.

One of the gray robe’s Wizards turned back before boarding the carriage, and opened the hood with his hand. Silver’s eyes looked at Berniechel’s direction, and coldly smiled.

There is a grand banquet there –

Ike stood next to one’s own wife and watched her gently hold one’s own daughter – the baby girl, the future of the Ophelia family, the first cry of this new life, seems to announce the end of the past, and the future Hope.

The two men leaned against each other and felt the warmth of each other. They stood on the terrace of Count’s mansion and watched the people below come to the grand feast. This is a rare grand banquet in Lantolian, people started preparing for it a month ago. Wine and food were delivered from a manor outside of Bernice, and the streets were covered with Ophelia. Emblem’s enamel and ribbon, the slate is covered with petals.

From Golan Elson, from Viero, from Callas and even Anlieke, Ampere Searl in the north, even the Holy Cathedral of Fire and Her Highness the Princess sent special envoys, and the locals gathered for their Little. Princess carnival and celebration, when the night falls, the general atmosphere of this festival still has not dissipated – the lights of the stars are brightened, and the city in this forest is more bright and bright.

There is a rare night market on the street. This is something that has never been seen in the frosty years. The artists perform under the rays of light of the campfire, and the crowds make a loud scream; every hostel is brightly lit. The lights are like a river that converges to the Count House in the middle of the town.

Everyone who came to the banquet was filled with a warm smile, even though the exhaustion and scars of the past were ironed by the arrival of the new Life at this moment.

What people expect in their hearts seems to be Aouine’s beautiful and awkward future.

“Makarov Uncle said that he will arrive soon, and he will bless our daughter.”

Ike bowed his head and said it in his wife’s ear.

Yula’s face showed a gentle smile: “You are bothering others, Ike.”

“If I don’t want to call him, the crafty fox of this kingdom is afraid to find us couples desperately, he said earlier, to educate our daughters personally, lest the future be as weak as me.”

“You are not weak at all,” Yula raises head replied, although she could not see it, but she still could see her husband’s face: “You are the real man, Ike.”

Ike smiled silently.

Among the people below, Halutz looked at him in amazement at the little girl who was almost as old as she was.

It was a beautiful, porcelain doll, some arrogant little girl, she had a pair of bright eyes, a long purple hair, a doll-like dress, and looked at the Aouine future. His Royal Highness.

“Do you eat such a hearty food every time, really rich?”

“It’s you!” Halutz almost screamed.

“My name is Mikaya. I was treated in the shallow water town last time. But I really don’t have any money. You won’t ask me to come back, please?” The little girl said, while she was still empty, as if to prove one’s Own words.

“You, why are you here?”

“Because I am a local, isn’t this a clear answer?”

Halutz turned to look for other people, but Miss Lasmeque disappeared. She was about to go shopping with one’s own Dark Elf. The Shita guy was about to steal his mouth.

He just came back: “So… have you found one’s own family?”

The little girl wrinkled her nose cutely: “Probably it is.”

“Probably?”