You know, as a member of the royal family, you should not speak on the side of the rebels anyway? How should these generals deal with your stance?

At the moment, the generals had no other good ideas and could only nod helplessly.

Subsequently, all the troops who came to the rescue finally regrouped and slowly evacuated towards the position where they came from.

In a matter of moments, this abandoned small village that was tense just now was once again occupied by loneliness.

Sweet Cheese silently looked at the direction of the enemy's retreat, but could do nothing.

In the past few days, she has been rushing here with all her strength, just hoping to get to her brother's side before the last moment...

However, she was still a step too late and seemed powerless after all.

This feeling of powerlessness slowly deprived her of the aura that was exuded by her anger, causing the girl to return to a tired and powerless body.

The mountain breeze at night blew past her body, taking away some of the warmth from her body surface.

She just stood on the piece of snow where her brother was lying just now. The blood stains on it had already condensed into a whole block of ice, but now, it was about to be buried by the flying snow.

With a pop, Sweet Wine Cheese knelt in front of the pool of blood and lowered his head.

She opened her mouth and wanted to howl, but no sound came out.

His throat felt like it was completely choked by someone, and the breath in his chest couldn't come out, nor could it be contracted back.

The whole body curled up into a ball, and painful twitches spread all over the body, as if the whole world had collapsed in this girl's heart, and she could never go back...

Duck stepped forward, took off the only piece of clothing he was wearing and covered her body.

But when his fingers touched the girl's shoulder, he found that she had completely fainted.

At this time, Dak could only hug the girl who had just lost her loved one tightly, hold her tightly in his arms, tightly, tightly...

December 29, 1305, the eve of the Holy Night Festival.

On this day, many places on this continent are cheering for joy, and most people feel joy and joy in their hearts.

But even on such days, on this cold night, the chilling ice and snow still bring sadness and pain.

On this day, the emperor of the Blue Bay Empire, Menglang Blue Thirteen, was assassinated and died.

According to the records of subsequent historians, the fall of this emperor may have represented the complete removal of the last pillar of the empire from its previous shaky state, laying the foundation for its subsequent collapse.

It’s a foreshadowing...

But...tonight is not over yet.

Because even though the emperor has died, there are still people watching all this closely in the darkness, waiting for opportunities to act.

The next day, the reinforcements who had been running all night returned with the body of Emperor Lanwan and returned to their town.

They placed the emperor's body in a temporarily collected coffin and placed it in the guard room of the town tomb.

Today is already the Holy Night Festival, and everyone thinks what should be done or what should not be done.

But obviously, it was inappropriate to celebrate the New Year at the moment of the emperor's death. Therefore, the soldiers could only drink some wine secretly and lament that the night that could have been spent easily had now become so...

It's terrible.

But for Majik, the current situation is slowly getting better.

The great elder magician stayed in the hotel where he was staying, warming himself by a warm fire, with exquisite food and fruits placed in front of him.

He has already taken off his heavy magic robe, and the wounds on his face are slowly healing, and it is estimated that not even a scar will be left in the future.

Now, he is holding a pen and concentrating on writing one of his books.

Now that the emperor who most wanted to abolish magic is dead, it means that the magical world will continue to exist in the future.

Since the magical world will continue to exist, he also hopes to leave some traces in this world.

Therefore, he plans to finish writing the "Advanced Theory of Magic" that he put down a few years ago.

He will integrate all the research knowledge about magic in his life into this book. From then on, this book will become the designated teaching reading in Lao Teng Shu Academy, and he will also be able to rely on his own

Knowledge and theory gained a certain place in the history of magic.

Just thinking about it is enough to make people excited.

What made him even more excited was that Prince, who had always been against him, was now dead.

He was in a fierce battle before, and he didn't have much time to get excited. But now, he finally came to his senses, and his mood seemed more cheerful.

Pa--pa-pa-pa--

There was a polite but cautious knock on the door.

Majik suppressed the smile on his face, returned to a slightly sad posture, and said, "Who is it?"

A familiar paladin's voice came from outside the door: "Great Elder, I brought you some gifts."

That's George Peanutton's voice.

This paladin was able to escape from danger this time, and the contribution of this paladin was not small. Therefore, Majik did not transfer all his dissatisfaction with the Holy See to this paladin. What's more, this paladin's conduct was very refined, giving him a very knowledgeable feeling.

The feeling of being a human being makes you feel comfortable just looking at it.

At that moment, the hypocritical sadness on Majik's face disappeared, replaced by a smile, and said: "Come in."

Then, the magician outside opened the door, and Paladin George walked in with a smile on his face. At the same time as he came in, Majik also saw the collar of a person he was holding with his left hand, and dragged that person along with him.

Come in.

"Ouch? Mr. George, this is..."
Chapter completed!