Vol 2 Chapter 229: The strongest piece (top)

Chapter 229 The Strongest Pieces (Part 1)
The Temple of the Moon, the back hall.
Not in the wide hall, the prince of the stars stood calmly in the center.
Under the illuminating light, Taylors looked at the statue of the moon in the darkness and quietly observed the indifference of the goddess of the moon.
"Tells," behind him, a small slicker holding his glasses, nervously looking around, stunned and said: "We just sneak out... Niely they will..."
"Ah," Tyres said faintly: "I know, they are probably already on the way to find you."
Little slippery face is white: "Then we..."
Tyres interrupted her softly.
"Little slick," the prince of Stars looked at the dim moon goddess: "I want to do one thing, but I need your help."
The little slippery head is slightly stunned.
"What?" she asked curiously.
Tyres didn't talk, he just held his fist lightly.
"You read a lot of books, but do you know what we experienced last night?"
The face of the little slippery face is slightly stiff.
She bowed her head and remembered everything in the Palace of the Spirit and in the shield, unconsciously clenching her teeth.
Alex can't afford to drop his hand.
The king's ring.
The disaster is so ridiculous.
The civilians rushed away and desperately died.
A second later, the little slicker licked his red eyes and nodded silently.
Tyres turned his head and looked at the little slick, revealing a soft smile.
"The little soldier just, Wei Luo Ken, do you know his story?"
The little slicker was confused and shook his head.
"He was originally a civilian in the North. Although he was not rich, he had a lovely sister and a healthy parent." Taylors remembered the story in the snow and said: "But just twelve years ago. In the winter, he suddenly learned to fish, learned to make a gun, learned to survive hard, and learned to bear the departure of his loved ones."
The little slippery head is slightly stunned.
"Not just them." Tyres sighed.
"The veteran named Jenad was estimated to be a civilian when he was young, but it was 12 years ago, he became what he is now," Taylors narrowed his eyes, remembering the veterans who had been struggling to follow. Feeling, "For him, he still lives in the bonfire years, wakes up, and doesn't want to wake up."
"The big sister named Miranda, 12 years ago, her family was killed and she spent her childhood in the Tower of the End."
Taylor looked up and stared at the slippery head that was overwhelmed.
"It's not just the stars," the second prince faintly spit out a name: "Bern Melk."
What the little slicker remembered, suddenly pale.
"Don't be afraid," Taylors stepped forward, holding her little hand, feeling the coldness and trembling of the palm, and sincerely said: "I am here, no one can hurt you."
The little slippery breath slowly calmed down.
"But you heard it, 12 years ago, he lost his vows of guardianship, lost his love for a lifetime, and fell into the boundless hell, lingering and struggling."
Taylor looked at her quietly.
"And Chaman Rumba," said Tyrez's eyes: "Twelve years ago, he dyed his brother's blood, and in the whirlpool of his father and power, he became the current black sand lord."
The serious-looking tays loosened the girl's hand but held her shoulders.
The little slicker can only stare at him.
"Look, the fate of so many people has been decided." The voice of Tyres was intermittent, light and heavy. "It’s just because of the thing twelve years ago."
The little slicker took a breath and looked back at the prince's gray eyes: "The Year of Blood?"
Tyres looked at her seriously and nodded:
"The Year of Blood."
The little slicker struggled and seemed to understand the chin.
Tyres first closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Then, he opened his eyes and used his unprecedented solemn expression after coming to the world.
"Little slippery."
"What we have seen and heard tonight is not just a family drama between a few people, but a major event concerning the future of tens of millions of people in the two countries."
Tyres looked seriously at the girl's glasses and looked at her eyes.
He clenched his teeth.
That second, in front of his eyes, the "Bojinjin Village" that he saw after leaving the kingdom, the majestic star-shaped fortress Broken Dragon Fortress appeared, and the northern villagers in the village of Qikou appeared. Blackstone - the land of Horace's commandment.
"There may be tens of thousands, 100,000 people, so millions of people change their fate," Taylors said hard: "No, in the city of Longyan, there have been countless people whose fate has changed the trajectory, many people even It has reached the end."
Tyre hangs his eyes and stunned: "Like Alex, for example, the shield we walked through."
"Like us."
The little slippery stayed for a second.
"If we just leave, leave everything behind," Taylors sighed and felt heavy in his chest: "The burden will make me feel breathless."
The small slick bite the lower lip.
"Those tens of thousands of people have been poisoned and displaced," Taylors tried to reveal an ugly smile: "That's too uncomfortable."
He twitched his hand with a small slick shoulder: "We can't go, we can't escape..."
The little slicker gently pulled his nose and interrupted him.
"I know," the girl opened her lips with difficulty, and the platinum glare was particularly conspicuous: "You want me..."
She didn't say anything when she was sad, she seemed to hesitate.
Tyres swallowed a little and nodded. "I want to make up for it, avoid the worst consequences, and repair the wounds we left - whether that is our responsibility."
The little slicker figured out what was going on and his face was pale.
"I understand, what you need is not a slippery head." She shivered, looking at Teres incredulously: "You need Selma Walton."
"You want me to become her, become the majesty... granddaughter."
At that moment, the eyes of the little slipper became red.
Tyres had a slight meal, and he couldn’t say it for a while.
He bowed his head and remembered the conversation between the two in the butcher shop.
[Choose the person you want to be. 】
but now……
Tyres clenched his teeth and felt that his tongue was so heavy.
"No," after a second, he jerked his head up and stared straight into the eyes of the little slicker: "I still need a small slippery head, not a Selma!"
The little slicked eyes widened and looked amazed.
"The little slick that accompanied me through all the disasters and never gave up," said Tyres, earnestly and bluntly: "The silly little girl, the little girl who is in danger and does not know how to hide."
"I need her to accompany me again." Tyres looked at her silently, his eyes soft.
"Although this request may be excessive."
The little slicker stared at him, seemingly forgotten to think.
"I know you are scared," said Tyres, clasping his hand on the shoulder of his little slick, and clenched his fist unconsciously. "I know you want to escape from it."
"but……"
Tyres's face was distorted, but after only a few seconds, he re-raised his eyes and directed the eyes of the little slipper.
"Look up and face it, just like you are facing a dragon."
The little slipper didn't answer.
She just looked at Taylors with sorrow.
After a few seconds, tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes.
"There is no such drama in the book," the little slick hangs two lines of tears and stunned: "I don't know..."
She bit her mouth and tears passed over her cheek.
Taylor sighed in his heart.
"Maybe there," Tyres said softly: "Just we don't know."
The little slicker took a nap.
"If it doesn't," Taylors sighed and moved his hands to her head. "That's better."
Tells stretched out his fingers and gently wiped her tears away.
Then hold her black-rimmed glasses and gently force it to make it skewed and full of broken it.
He looked at the little slick, his face was solemn and his tone was awe.
"Having read so many books and reading so many other people's stories, it's time for you to write your own story."
The little slicker screamed subconsciously
The girl looked at Tyres, looked awkward and looked blank.
It seems as if you are flipping through a book that you can find at random, instead of looking at a boy with a firm look.
After a few seconds, the little slicked his lips and then slowly opened.
Just listen to her whispered: "You will always be by my side?"
"Yes." He nodded.
Her eyes lit up: "Will you face me with this?"
"Yes." He smiled.
She changed her face and clenched her teeth: "You will protect me."
He sighed and raised his head forward, touching her forehead.
They are opposite each other across the glasses.
The boy gently opened his mouth and his tone was broken:
"Will do."
It was at this time that Teres heard the footsteps behind him.
He gently let go of the slick slick and turned to people.
"You'd better have a good explanation, little prince," the pale and cold face of the comet appeared in front of him, his look was not good, his tone was harsh: "About the abduction of Walton blood..."
Seri Niely’s eyes cast a slick slick:
Let’s go back with us, you shouldn’t have more contact with this dangerous prince, madam.

The little slicker tightened his lips and hid behind Taylors.
Nilailai frowned.
Tyres took a deep breath and looked up at Nilai.
And Melk behind him.
Tyres ignored the comet, but whispered to Melk: "Lord Myrk, sorry, I am still used to calling you Lord."
Melk, a sullen look, glimpsed.
Nie Lai has a slight glimpse.
"Why are you coming back and coming back to help the Walton family?" Taylor looked calmly at Milk: "You are no longer an official. I remember that King Nunn has exiled you forever."
Myrk’s expression became sad and desperate.
His muscles are not consciously nervous.
"In the eyes of King Nunn, you are the sinner who killed his son, isn't it?" The prince said faintly: "He took your child for this... He treats you like this, and you should treat him fairly."

Melk jerked.
Niely looked at his old colleagues and his expression changed.
"Hey, you, little prince," the comet decisively said: "If you..."
But someone interrupted him, but not Taylors.
"Yes."
Myrk trembled and looked up, his eyes burning with strange complex emotions.
"But that's his opinion," he said painfully. "But I will always belong to the White Blade Guard. My duty is to be loyal to the King."
Formerly engaged in the official grit.
"No matter how he treats me."
Tyres shines.
Myrk’s hands were shaking, and it seemed to remind me of a lot of things that happened.
"This has never changed."
"I have completed my duties, nothing more."
Finally, the former officer was clenching his teeth and firmly looked back at Taylors.
Nie Lai looked at his comrades.
Taylor smiled slightly.
"Not only that," the prince whispered: "Because of Prince Suril, right? You always feel guilty about him."
Myrk shook a little.
"I don't think it's bad," Taylor looked at his look, bowing his head and sighing slowly: "You do one thing with all your heart, but fate is joking with you - you made a big mistake and committed a big crime. ""
"It can't be recovered."
Melk closed his eyes and struggled.
"So you want to make up," Taylors said with regret: "I want to redeem."
Niely impatiently stepped forward: "Enough."
"I don't know why you have to say these meaningless nonsense, but..."
At this time, Taylors looked up sharply and his eyes sharp!
"Because this is what we are facing now!" Taylors almost interrupted Nilailai with a snoring sound.
The comet was stunned. He looked at the prince of the stars and his face was in doubt.
Taylor sighed slightly and calmed down some painful scorpions.
"Look at us," he clenched his teeth. "The blood of the King of Nuen is sprinkled on his own land. Lombard walks in the city of Longyan, his palms cover the sky of the North, Kashan. , Slyth, and Kaslan smiled and smiled at us in the dark."
Niely silently listened to the words of Tyres.
Only in his pair of eyes, anger is rising.
"Wars and disasters are about to come, killing is not counted, destroying countless," Taylors said with a sigh of relief: "And we are like a dog of a family, exhausted and escaping."
"Hiding in the corner to comfort yourself - 'can only do this', and then sleep peacefully, as if nothing had happened in the dream."
Myrk sighed and looked good.
Niely squeezed his fists.

Hey,
he said coldly.
By the secrets of yours.

Tyres ignored him, just shook his head and looked sharp: "But is this all?"
Nilailai frowned.
"Is this over?" The prince raised his hands and waved in the air: "Are you willing?"
"Nile, comet?"
He unscrupulously called Nie Lai's nickname.
Niely's face was angry, his nails stuck into his palm, and he squirted a gas from his nose.
"What do you want to fucking?" The comet screamed and hated: "Poor little prince?"
Taylor looked up and his face was solemn and serious.
"I want to change, I want to save," he said, "I want to do something."
"I want to fight back."
Nie Lai's eyes glanced, and he lowered his head and looked at the prince silently.
After a few seconds.
"H," Nie Lai laughed, and the sarcasm was overwhelming: "It's very humorous."
Taylors narrowed his eyes.
"Although laugh." The prince gently said.
"But this is my decision," said Tyres firmly and unquestionably: "And what I am going to do next - just to inform you."
"Do you want to come together?"
"Northland people?"
When Melk heard this, his expression moved.
Nie's face froze.
"I want to say that this is really not a good idea."
A calm and mature male voice came.
"If this is the reason for you to call us, Your Highness." Putile took Rolf and Wyah, Willow, Jenard and others to appear in their sight.
The deputy gently nodded at the prince.
The eyes are full of worries.
Tyres turned to his mission entourage.
"Putley."
Taylors gave a sigh of relief and his expression was softer: "I am very grateful to you for coming along with me and witnessing so many things."
"Without your plans and advice, I can't go today."
Putila frowned and wanted to lick his pipe, but when he lifted his hand halfway, he let it go.
He looked at Taylors and his eyes were so complicated.

Do you know what you are saying?
Mr. Deputy, hesitated and said with deep meaning:
I know that you are not reconciled, but I am obliged to persuade you to dispel unwise decisions.

Tyres forced himself to laugh twice.
"Thank you."
But no matter how hard he tried, his laughter sounded very stubborn and very bleak.
"But I don't want to let them down."
Putty gently raised his eyes: "Who?"
"A lot of people." Taylors seemed to be somewhat ecstatic, only to see him subconsciously:
"Do you remember, Puttier, Wyatt, Rolf?"
"Remember, the private soldiers of the comet died in the birch woods, and the war died under the culprit of the blood race and the conspiracy of the nobles?"
"Remember, Baron Mu rushed into the enemy line with me, remembering the Guard of the Kingdom's Wrath, and sacrificed countless lives before the fortress?"
Tyres unconsciously squeezed his fists and flashed countless figures in front of him: "It’s all about sending me into Exeter."
"In order to eliminate the scourge of war."
"In order to stop those who are cheering for the war, they are extremely indifferent to life."
"For a stable star kingdom."
Puttier bowed his head and sighed long.
"What I remember, there are the White Blade Guards, those who have never met, but who have given me life." Taylors came back.
"And the people of Longyan City and the Northland who will be plagued by our failures, and the people who will be devastated by the war in the future."
"We are hard to protect ourselves," Putile unconsciously pinched the three fingers of his right hand, as if holding a pipe: "Any impulsive behavior may fall into the danger of being able to escape again and turn the situation into Worse."
Tyres quietly looked at his instructor and remembered the scene where they first met by the carriage.
Oh, no, it’s the second time to meet – their first meeting was at Xichengmen, and the children went away with the proof of the big library entrance and exit of Putier.
Tyres smiled.
"But we can't be worse anymore, aren't we?"
He gently said:
"Don't forget, I am the murderer of the murder of King Noon."
Putili's expression was condensed.
"We have ruined the hard-won peace of the kingdom and pushed it to the abyss of war," the second prince shrugged and mocked and said: "As you said, when I return to the kingdom, The northern people should also go south."
"The fortress will be burned, the land will be trampled, and human life will be ruthlessly harvested like straw."

Thousands of people will curse the names of all of us.

The recruit, Willow, heard this and trembled slightly.
Thales shook his head slightly: "When we lose the Northland and lose our biggest barrier, I will soon be in the rest of my life for a fragile kingdom that is sorrowful and brutal."
"I will become a ruthless monarch who is inactive, guarding the weak country, waiting for the day, the name of the stars will end in my hand," Taylors stunned:
"As the dying king..."
"What was the mood of the last emperor of the ancient empire before he died?"
The next chapter is still in the code, sent out at night.
(End of this chapter)