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“Wait, Miss Fina,” the parents of the Konecranes started: “Kirrlutzian is not a ungrateful person, but it does not mean that we have to listen to an outsider. This is not our personal thing. It is related to the entire empire and even to the whole empire. The future of the whole world.”

Fina gave him a look.

Zhan blue’s nephew carries a hint of disdain: “We know what is right. The Babel Tower is just a symbol. Its power is not enough to make us reverse the battle. But in fact every Kirrlutzian knows why it will appear. What exactly does it symbolize here?”

The Flaming Knight group’svice commander listened to this sentence and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end did not say it, only a long sigh.

Fina continued to say without hesitation: “The Tower of Babel is really guarding the behind Saers, the land of elves, but its significance is not only that – because the land behind us is already the Vaunde order World. The last rear is our last hope, but in this face of hope, Kirrlutzian hesitated.”

“We only remember the mutual hostility and hatred of this millennium, but we forgot that human beings and elf were originally close comrades. We are Chore’s choice of retreat, perhaps Kirrlutzian survived, but at the same time gave up the last hope, and finally there is one Day, we will regret it for this.”

“We can retreat today, tomorrow? Where is our future, and where is it?”

“But what can we get even if we stay?” Xiaomeihotofen Count couldn’t help but ask one’s own younger sister. “What else can you get in addition to the white sacrifice?”

“Perhaps an opportunity.”

“Machine, opportunity?” Xiaomeihotofen Count was shocked and found that the answer to his own words turned out to be the old man who represented the supremacy of the empire.

“One with a promise of a thousand years ago, in exchange for the opportunity of two old kingdoms to put down a feud between each other. Do we believe in Wind Elf? We believe that even if Kirrlutzian is dead, will elves pick up our legacy and move on? “The old prime minister shook his head. “We don’t believe it, so Kirrlutzian can’t shed blood for this land called Saers and give everything.”

“A thousand years ago, we believe each other.”

“If the vow is still there…”

The kings who signed the vows, one by one left the World.

But their descendants are facing the same choice today.

“Child,” the old prime minister suddenly said to Fina: “Do you understand what your decision means?”

Fina nodded.

Of course she understands, but it is also a heavy commission, the weight of the ring, not just an empire. It is also a trust, Delphine’s trust in her, Mr. Brando’s trust in elf and humanity, trust in the old vows, and Constance’s trust in the person of his choice.

She believes that the last commission of her death will surely change the destiny of this world forever.

At that moment, the meaning of the kingship and the state has already fallen under the instinct of civilization.

And this is the power of order.

She extended the hand, the beautiful ring lying in the open palm, it looks very ordinary, the red gold material does not have any decoration, only a flame of the Emblem under the fire of the rays of light Hui. Everyone in the presence of the audience seemed to be burning a flame.

The old prime minister looked at the ring, nodded.

But he immediately laughed again, and the old man of course understood that in this game, who is actually standing in front of him. He almost never really failed in his life, but he did not expect to come to the end, but was given a knife by one’s own granddaughter behind his back.

I really raised a good granddaughter.

He turned his head and said to the door: “His Lord Sage, Your Royal Highness, you have heard it, come in now.”

After listening to this, Fina was shocked and looked back. When she saw the two people coming in from the door, she even had beautiful eyes.

……

Before Aruta’s departure, he felt the restlessness in his heart.

He turned to look at one’s own elder sister Peyja and the King of Lorrainedale.

In front of the promenade, tall floor-to-ceiling windows line each other, soft sunlight shines through the glass on the ground, every few meters, sprinkle a bright impression. Through the light of the silk, the dust flutters, and the light and shadow are interlaced to form a deep space. At the end of the corridor, it seems to lead to an unknown World.

And Istorville calmly confronted him, and the thin face was more serious than ever.

“Go, Your Highness,” he said.

“But me… I don’t know if I can do it…” Aruta felt a little scared and thus retreated.

Isdoville said to him: “The King of Saers must have one’s own decision.”

“…but what if it is wrong?” asked Aruta.