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“It’s just that this kind of destruction is more special, concealed and difficult to discover. We wage war, not to compete for resources for survival, simply to prove the existence of the empire.”

“Because it is too heavy for us…”

Insidolon muttered to himself, repeating what he said a few hundred years ago by the big Lich Okasso. He turned back and looked towards one’s own partner and asked:

“I was thinking, when we were making this plan, did we have such a subconscious mind in mind?”

Targus shook his head. He was a serious person. Life seemed to him to be a clockwork that was strict and regular. There was no meaningful or meaningless dispute: “According to the age of human beings You are only twenty-five years old, and I am 250 years old this year, in the new generation of vampire. For us, this kind of feeling is inevitably a bit sorrowful for spring and autumn, and most of them are not sent by ourselves.”

……

Insidolon mouth opened wide. ▲∴三▲∴江阁▲∴,

He almost stunned: “…My God, you actually said such a big nonsense just to refute me? I should feel that I am still overwhelmed by this, as if I have known you for the first time, still With my old fellow, you have a bit of Nine Phoenixes, I don’t know if you still have a linguist’s innate talent?”

Targus glanced at him: “It’s always there, but you didn’t notice that’s all. I thought I will be a Scholar before my 100th birthday.”

The poor Black Lord classmate suddenly rolled his eyes.

“So what do you say?” he pointed to Brando and pointed to Boban next to Brando. “That is Blanc, you know who he is, the generation of Antroborough Duchy. God, if we put these two Bring back the Realm of Eternal Death together, then wait for your head to cut our head.”

Targus looked over there, a little silent.

“Go one step, take a step,” he replied.

“This is not like what you said, Targus.”

“It’s not like,” Targus replied: “Because it is.”

Insidolon first discovered that one’s own My friend is actually a bit of a humorous innate talent, although he may not think so.

Now he began to admit that the other side really has the potential to become a Scholar, because they are the same neurotic in his opinion.

However, there is no use for eggs.

……

“The fifth column, the seventh line… the eighth line…”

Delphine struggled to support one’s own body on the ladder, his face white as thin paper, sweaty under the rain, densely densely covered on her almost transparent skin.

But she carefully prevented any drop of sweat from getting on the bookshelf. It was a fatal mistake and must not be allowed.

Her gaze rests on one of the books, and there are often traces of drew on the bookshelf. The title of the gilded engraved on the thick book ridge is very common. It is the pedigree of the Rosa Family of Rosa, such a book. At first glance, it seems that there are indeed values ​​that are often drawn out and looked at. Some nobles like to remember the history of their family. The more brilliant the family’s past, the more faint the status quo is.

The Rosa Lin Family seems to fit this rule, but Delphine has an instinct in mind that tells her that she is right.

She gasped a breath. Retract the hand, wipe the white wrist and the thin palm of the hand and wipe it clean on the skirt. This rude action is how she wouldn’t do it normally. It’s the rough that people will do. Things.

But people are not born rough, of course, noble is the same. Prime minister’s daughter is going to confirm this sentence now.

After carefully wiping the sweat, she leaned over the ladder with the roller and reached for the book at the far corner of the shelf. Carefully, try to remove the book by following the way the original owner took it.

“The fifth column, the eighth line, “Lin Family of the Family of Rosa”, three hundred and thirty-two pages, the third paragraph, between the seventh sentence and the eighteenth sentence. You find it very accurate”

An abrupt voice suddenly rang in front of Delphine. It was a gentle, soft voice, as if the gentleman was generally cautious, for fear of scaring her.

But the highly tight Delphine was still scared, and the thick book in his hand fell off, heavily fell on the thick carpet, and she stepped on herself and leaned back.

She screamed and fell from the air, could not help but close her eyes. I remember that behind me is a small pile of books. If you lie on it, you are mostly dying.

Numerous mixed thoughts surging out of her mind.

I didn’t expect it to be in the end.

Perhaps as my grandfather commented on one’s own, his own thoughts about this World were too simple and paranoid. Marsha told me this answer with each and everyone lessons, but at the end of everything, she ignored it.

What she thought of was not hatred, nor the empire burning in the flames and the dying The Silver Queen.