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He stood up on his knees, picked up a shovel from the corner, dug a deep pit under the chestnut tree not far away, kneeled on the side of the pit, carefully buried a box.

After doing all this, Viscount Nelson wiped the sweat straight up.

He stared at the new soil under the tree, his eyes filled with a gentle expression: “Annie, I am sorry… I hope that one day, you will not resent me because of it.”

“I don’t want to get your forgiveness, but there are some things on this World that we have to do.”

“It’s not just because of the responsibility of the Sifah family’s bloodline for this kingdom, but more importantly, there are many people around us who deserve our lives to protect.”

“Maybe one day, my daughter, you will meet that person.”

He slowly took off the necklace from his chest and whispered in his mouth:

“For Aouine, Mother Marsha, please bless me – this is the last hope.”

Looking at this scene, Amandina was already crying.

Bruglas, the street of the squirrel is silent.

No one understands what this scene means.

But for Brando, the scene in the Forbidden Garden on the Bucce Hill Road three years ago is still in sight.

It was a father, a husband, a hero, and the silent cheekbones couldn’t tell him everything about the past, but on the weathered parchment, it recorded the feelings that were really unrecognizable.

Born in different eras, the two fates meet each other at that moment, their eyes can not cross life and death, but the ideals and beliefs can still be passed.

Freya bit his lip in silence.

The mirage is changing –

It is above the sky, presenting stories that were previously unknown to everyone.

People saw Viscount Nelson fulfilling one’s own commitment.

He sneaked into Tree Shepherd’s and got the grey stone tablet, but he was aware of Poisonous Insect Thane. At the last minute, Knight Pamid abandoned Life to the last leg of a one’s own companion –

After a long chase, Brando saw the place he was familiar with.

In the valley basin, isn’t the Golden Demonic Tree?

Viscount Nelson hid in the depths of the rock and couldn’t find the Tree Shepherds he had found, and planted the seeds of the Golden Demonic Tree.

And in the cave.

The squatting father wrote the last letter of his life on the parchment with a quill:

‘Martha above, I may be born soon, if I am dead…’

Amandina covered her mouth.

She still remembers the situation that day.

In the narrow, dimly lit room, the sound of knocking on the door rang, and as she saw the youngster’s face through the door, the fate changed from then on.

But she clearly remembered how Brando handed the letter to her hand at the time.

The words on the letter are so clear in memory, just like yesterday –

Big teardrops, rolling down the girl’s cheeks into the dust.

In many areas of Vaunde.

People stopped and watched the moment silently.

They saw Viscount Nelson use the last effort to pick up the grey stone tablet and put it on the parchment. He seems to want to write something, but in the blue grey’s voice, Life’s rays of light are fading away, and the quill finally slips from his hand and falls into the gravel.

That is the end of a hero.

In the Ten Cities, many people bent down to salute this scene, although they can’t really understand what this man guards, but wherever he is, hero is always worthy of respect.

Veronica slowly retracted her eyes and looked towards Mephisto.

“I have seen this man’s daughter,” Grey Sword Saint replied: “She is very good and she has not let her father down.”

“I know her.”

Veronica replied softly.

Mephisto looked back and looked at the female Arch Commander inexplicably.

“Do you remember the past?” Veronica asked. “The days when we worked together on Swordsmanship, we were still young at the time.”

Mephisto couldn’t help but be silent.

Does he still remember those wonderful times of the past?

of course.

……

The illusion is still changing –

Among the dim palaces, the great emperors also entered the moment of dying.

The hero of the past, Flame King Gaetel, looked at the bedside one’s own Knights – he suddenly remembered the most glorious moment in his life, but more of a heavy responsibility.

But at the end of Life, what he remembers in his memory is still an unforgettable scene.

He doesn’t know how long he has been

I didn’t dream of it in my dreams…

The underground Holy Cathedral that changed their lives.

In the dark.

The four sages watched the stone wall of Holy Cathedral, and on the tall stone walls, they painted a variety of patterns with strange patterns.

The torch’s rays of light swayed.

Reflecting a huge altar, on the platform of the Obsidian, a human baby girl is sleeping in the crystal amber.

“It seems that Odin is telling the truth,” said Aerlanta, staring at the patterns on the stone wall. “This is the language of the Godfone, the language of the God races. Azure Spear did not kill the Dragon of Twilight, the seventh time. The war may come soon.”

“Are we not doing it wrong?” Faanzan said loudly: “We overthrew Miirna’s rule, so what do we do now against Dragon of Twilight?”