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Warlock Sadr nodded: “Alright, come back to the topic, it has really wasted too much Time.”

He picked up the Lion Heart Holy Sword again, but before handing the sword to Amandina, the Sasaarland’s wizard led a serious look at her: “Nine Phoenixes always say bad things in front, and I do the same. Little girl, smart people should know how to avoid disadvantages, you should understand what deception means.”

“I know.”

“It’s good,” Warlock Sadr coldly said. “But I still have to remind you, see the sword in my hand – the symbol of the kingdom, and like it, you have to understand this, It’s not just your life and death that is in my hands, but also the future of this country. I don’t think you want to see too many people die for you?”

Amandina’s face is a bit pale.

But she is still nodded.

Warlock Sadr is also nodded, he only reverses the sword edge, pushes the sword forward, and the Lion Heart Holy Sword flies to Amandina. Then he pointed to the sword suspended in the air and said to her:

“Now, pick it up.”

Now pick it up.

This is a simple choice.

But Amandina stood in the same place for a long time, watching the sword.

It was like a distant dream, and the sword was somewhat different from the description of Father in her memory; but only the emblem on the sword still tells its past history, as if the time left on it.

Few people know the secret about this sword.

But with the exception of First King Eicht’s descendant, the voice echoed in her mind:

“Annie, when Aouine needs us to come forward, I hope you must be brave.”

“I will, father.”

Miss Adviser gently breathed in, raises head to look at Warlock Sadr not far away.

The brightest brilliance flashed in the eyes.

“Wait, stop.”

When Makarov saw the eyes that were firm and full of ideals, he finally realized that he couldn’t help but shout out even under the watchful eyes of Warlock Sadr.

Unfortunately, it is already late.

Amandina’s hand gently held the hilt.

“Farewell, Brando.”

…8

“Martha above, Pamid, I want to be a father!” Borg – Nesson excitedly waved his letter and said to one’s own colleague.

“Oh, isn’t it?” The serious Knight’s face was full of smiles, and the light brown pupil looked at one’s own companion: “Then I have to congratulate you.”

“That is natural.”

Borg – Nesson came to his colleague and sat down with one’s own companion to watch the inner forest of Nesander; in the sunset, a bronzed eucalyptus stood on the treetop, a star crow was umbrella Nesting back and forth on the treetop – occasionally stopping, the round black eyes staring at the two uninvited guests.

“It’s so beautiful, Aouine, I don’t see enough in any way. This is our country.”

“It’s really more comfortable to go back to Aouine,” Knight replied.

With a crow, the flock of birds flew up from the forest, and the sound of the flapping wings was audible a few miles away. There were large animals in the forest, and Knight turned back to remind others behind him.

But Borg – Nesson interrupted him: “Hey, don’t shift the subject, it’s far away.”

He patted his colleague’s shoulder: “Talk about your business, you are not married yet, my goodness, poor old Pamid must be in a hurry! How, do you have a lucky girl?”

Knight glanced at him with the eyes of calm and composed: “Don’t you say that I didn’t think about it until I found out the truth.”

Borg – Nesson’s eyes widened: “You can make us feel ashamed if you say this. You know that everyone will only have a solo singer. As for me – I have not only a beautiful and kind wife, but now I can even daughter. Also, are you looking down on us?”

“You are different,” Knight replied. “You have had a marriage contract before you left Aouine. I don’t have so many constraints.”

“That’s not a constraint.” Borg – Nesson didn’t hesitate to correct his own incorrect ideas.

Knight shrugged.

Borg – Nesson was silent for a moment, serious: “But have you considered it, Pamid, we have had little progress in the past ten years. This is something that Marshals let us investigate privately. You have to think about it. Compared to War of the Holy Saints, a thousand years have passed, and Mother Marsha has left us with clues, but maybe it has already been wiped out by Time. You didn’t find it. After we returned to Aouine, we couldn’t do it. It is.”

“If Her Highness the Princess sees it is true, no matter how difficult it is, someone has to stick to it?” Knight extend the hand, and grab it in the distance: “For this beauty to continue, for every A person’s tomorrow is not meaningless, everything is to change that established destiny.”

“Whether mortals can really change anything, is Mother Marsha really a joke?” Borg – Nesson smiled bitterly: “You didn’t find it, Her Highness the Princess didn’t seem to believe this, actually I think the joint Silver Lineage is even more It’s reliable.”