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This recurring experience tells him that everything in history is not accidental, and that everyone in it, even himself, has pushed the course of history and let it embark on the path of no return.

But he is not angry.

Or the cold feelings suppressed his anger. What he needed was no more dissatisfaction, but a thorough cleaning.

He understands that everyone can do a lot of things wrong, and he himself is no exception. Neither he nor Princess Gryphine can decide everything.

But since nobles chose one’s own fate.

Then they must have expected the end of the failure.

At that moment, Brando understood that an era had passed, and that Aouine, which he was familiar with, would never return.

He completely launched the one’s own Laws network, and Sage’s power enveloped the world, which is a kind of atmosphere close to God. But it is integrated with the origin of this World – that is the power of existence. It is supreme and high, but it is everywhere, and it is impossible to detect when everyone is pursuing the ultimate power. I don’t know that I am already in it.

That is the power of the entire World.

Over the forest, in the eyes of Brando, a large network that is constantly moving closer to the center is formed. It is no longer composed of continuous Spaces, but one node after another. When he passes through these nodes, the scene on the ground seems to be automatically far away. And nearly indented him. In the eyes of outsiders. It is like a point that continuously moves forward in the sky, forming a straight forward silver line, like a meteor across the sky, pointing straight to Minteye Fort.

“father!father!Look at the meteor!”

Deep in the forest, a teenager wearing a wolf skin pointed at the sky and excitedly yelled. Behind him, the sullen middle age person gave him a violent anger: “Where are the meteors in the daytime, hurry!”

“But it is true!” The young man grievously said to his head.

The hunters’ heads looked towards the sky, even on a gloomy snowy day, the Minteye forest was clean and spotless. There is nothing in the air, and there are thick clouds on the horizon. Only the palm-sized snow fluttered down. He sighed: “This cursed weather, could it be that Mother Marsha blinked, swearing good people to sin, wicked people enjoying happiness. I thought Trentheim could have a moment of peace, these damn noble even the last hope of our refugees would also be taken away. ?”

“Hey, those noble guys are the most despicable. They don’t dare to do these things when they take the Lord Count. If they wait for Lord Count to come back, ask them to look good!” said the boy childishly.

His father didn’t care.

That’s just a wishful thinking. Noble lords stand tall and look far. Since they dare to do it, there must be a perfect grasp. Maybe the Lord Count has already been inauspicious. Retreat 10,000 steps, even if the noble masters lost. It is nothing more than a penalty and then a loss of redemption. The king also wants Thane to rule his country. If the Her Highness the Princess kills these people, who will sell her life?

Select talent from commoner? Hey, where is the talent in the commoner, even the big characters don’t know two. Even he himself does not believe that he can stand shoulder to shoulder with those noble masters, let alone govern the country. Nobles is stunned, and the Lord Count can change anything. He alone can’t challenge the entire Aouine’s noble World.

Older hunters have long passed the age of blood, and some locals who look down on Trentheim, the locals boast their Thane to the gods, to gain a little vanity, he has seen much earlier, in Bruglas In Radnor, where is thrall not? Of course, the Lord Count may have some great points, otherwise it will not be able to turn the tide in Ampere Searl, but it is too much to overwhelm to make Kirrlutzian bow down and make the aloof and remote Silver Lineage favor. When Marshal Darus did not do such a thing, how could his descendants be? It’s really a generation that is not as good as a generation.

The battle of nobles is nothing more than the purpose of fighting for power. This time the nobles combined to deal with the Count of Tonigel, nothing more than because the Lord Count stood the wrong team. He had heard that the Lord Count was secretly coveted by the beauty of Her Highness the Princess. He couldn’t help but shake the head and secretly beat the beauty–but it might not be a hero. Even he could see that the Corcova royal family had already been crumbling, the Lord Count. It’s really fainting to go so far.

He couldn’t help but shake his head and hate that he had blinked at the beginning. He would believe in the ghosts of his fellow countrymen and choose to move from Manoville to this place. It should have been seen that this place is a land of right and wrong. He chose to go to the north of Viero. If you are not worried about the hateful bones that will go north.