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\u003eKingdom Blood

\u003eChapter 361 The Crow and the Snow Blade (Part 2) Catalog Setting Bookmark CommentsChapter 361 The Crow and the Snow Blade (Part 2)

Novel: Bloodline of the Kingdom Author: Sword of Masterless Words: 6098

Facing the reversed situation, Nikolai, who was injured more and more, looked ugly.

He tried to pull out the crossbow bolt that pierced his left arm and left shoulder, but the arrow wound on the right side affected his right hand, and he could only fail in repeated efforts and grunts.

Nicolai could only sigh softly, and ended his sixth attempt to draw the crossbow while moaning.

"How did you shoot me?"

The meteorite looked unwillingly at the inconspicuous black arm crossbow, and then looked angrily at the crossbow bolts that nailed him to the rock wall.

"That weapon, what is its ability?"

Monty, who was also dying, lay weakly on the ground. The severely burned man stretched out his hands to hold onto the rock with difficulty, trying to sit up, silently recovering his strength.

Only to hear the Death Crow snort in disdain:

"I don't have to tell you."

Looking at his appearance, Nicolai couldn't help but gritted his teeth lightly.

"Then come on," the meteorite was sweating profusely under the severe pain, but he still trembled his lips and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth:

"Break my neck and make it a knot."

The Death Crow stared closely at his miserable appearance, and after a while, he suddenly grinned.

"I won't take the risk of getting close to you again, Stabhead," Monty endured the pain, tore off a complete piece of clothing, and gently wiped his own wound. The slow bandaging method was exactly the same as that of Nicolai:

"We're all in a bad situation right now..."

Monty raised his head with difficulty, tried his best to smile and said, "If there is another hand-to-hand fight, God knows what surprise you have prepared for me to turn defeat into victory."

Nicolai narrowed his eyes.

"You are afraid of me." The Meteorite said coldly.

The Deathcrow shook his head, tore the cloth strips with his teeth, and bandaged his unoptimistic right arm in a burst of grinning pain: "On the contrary, I have already controlled the situation."

"Just wait for me to slow down, keep this distance, rewind, and load a few crossbow arrows," Monty panted, pointing to the time crossbow in the distance with trembling fingers, and then pointing to the opponent, with sharp eyes:

"The rest is fixed target shooting."

Nicolai's face darkened.

The Meteor's right hand weakly gripped the arrow shaft in front of his shoulder, trying to break it. But the crossbow arrows are much harder than ordinary long arrows, without a sharp weapon like the Rising Sun Saber, coupled with the injured and weak right hand, the effect of his efforts is limited, and he can only gasp in painful attempts again and again.

Monty laughed.

He was trembling all over, sweating and tearing off the bloody and fleshy clothes on his chest, trying to stand up on the ground, but eventually fell to the ground.

"Hahaha," Monty laughed nonchalantly after falling down in embarrassment, "so this has become a game of 'surviving till the end', right?"

On the wasteland, the men who were both wounded stared at each other, sparks sparked in the air.

The Death Crow turned over, and the severe burns made him groan in pain: "Remember the 'meeting ceremony' we welcome the newcomers, that bastard Bingshan stripped us naked and threw us into the snow on the first night, telling us to run to There will be hot water at the end, so a large group of naked men, shivering and running wildly..."

Nicolai frowned tightly.

Monty took a deep breath: "We were so frozen that we couldn't run to the finish line, until we collapsed - we found out afterwards that there was no finish line at all, the so-called greeting ceremony, the tradition of the White Blade Guard is just to test our limits. "

His eyes froze in the air, as if he was talking to himself: "Lies are always the most effective whip."

Nicolai shook his head stiffly.

"You are not worthy to speak of the guard,

"The remaining power of termination in his body rushed to the wound, trying to relieve the severe pain in his shoulder, "The Betrayer of the Blade Oath. "

The Death Crow froze slightly, breathing slightly.

"Blade oath... Betrayal..." At that moment, Monty's expression was a little dazed.

But after a while, the man put on a smiling face and shrugged his shoulders, hissing in pain amidst the aftereffects of the burn: "You can say whatever you want, anyway..."

The expression of the Death Crow became serious, and his eyes were cold:

"This is your last word."

"Meteorite."

To his surprise, Nicolai smiled.

With his back against the rock wall, he looked at Monty with extremely complicated eyes.

"If half of what you said is true, Dazui... then at least, at least you weren't a member of the secret department in the beginning."

Nikolai narrowed his eyes: "What made you betray, or what did the secret department catch you?"

Monty was taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing: "Oh my God, you really look more and more like Kaslan when you talk."

Nicolai ignored his diversionary words.

"The career of the White Blade Guard may have brought you torture, but the maggots in the dark night of the secret department will not make any progress. You don't really think that they are your savior and can save you from trouble?"

Monty's smile faded.

"That's a worse step." The Meteor looked at the Rising Sun Saber and the Crossbow of Time in the distance: "Going out of one abyss, but throwing into another abyss - you must have other reasons."

Monty was silent for a few seconds, then pulled out a pained and happy smile.

"Some things don't need a reason."

The Death Crow snorted coldly: "Maybe I was born a traitor, heartless, lacking in emotion, lacking in conscience, that's why Kaslan chose me to be that dirty knife."

But Nicolai still ignored him, and continued on his own: "That was your first betrayal, right? That assassination."

Monty frowned.

Seeing the meteorite, as if recalling the old man in the past, he said indifferently: "After the death of Prince Suriel, you tried every means to leave Dragon Clouds City and leave the presence of the former king, because you were also afraid, afraid that he would find out the truth."

"And the reason that instigated you to betray may lie in the assassination eighteen years ago."

Nicolai stared steadily at Monty.

The Deathcrow looked back at him solemnly.

"Damn it, not only have you become stronger," Monty murmured, "you've also become more suspicious."

Nikolai glanced at the faintly moaning prince.

"If you have been confronting a cunning, sinister, scheming prince who wants to plot against you every day and you can't move a finger of him for six full years," the meteorite said coldly:

"You too will become like me."

Monty shook his head and laughed.

"These are not important anymore." The Death Crow tried to struggle to get up again, his face returned to a ruthless expression: "Just wait for me..."

At this moment, Nikolai spoke softly, and spit out another name:

"Adele."

At that moment, Monty, who was struggling to get up, froze in place.

After a long while, the Death Crow, who had always looked relaxed, sat down.

Like a pawn losing its center of gravity.

Looking at Monty who was abnormally groggy, Nicolai sighed deeply.

"You haven't forgotten her, have you?"

The Death Crow's neck was like an old rusty clock, and he turned to Nicolai with difficulty, with a stiff expression: "What?"

The sun set at an angle again, and their shadows gradually slanted eastward.

The meteorite was like a battered old man, with a gloomy face and a depressed tone: "The reason why you are so detrimental to others and yourself to the stars, to the secret department, the reason why you must kill Prince Suriel - I can only think of This is it."

Monty looked at his old boss in shock: "You, you..."

"You thought you covered it up well back then, and no one knew," Nicolai chuckled lightly, but his words were full of exhaustion: "But look at Mrs. Adele's eyes, and your abnormal The number and location of duties..."

"No, no," Monty's breath became rapid, and he looked at Nicolai with incredible emotion: "You know?"

"So you figured it out a long time ago?"

"Son of a son of a bitch," Nicolai just looked at him coldly, affirming, "So, your betrayal is indeed related to that woman."

"Right?"

The Deathcrow lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

The Meteor stared at him like an interrogator, eyes like swords.

Monty moved suddenly.

I saw him tugging at the corner of his mouth and laughing while his cheeks twitched: "Hahaha..."

Nikolai closed his eyes with a pained expression on his face.

"Adele," the Deathcrow let out a breath, repeating the name with a desolate expression: "Adele, yes, she is the turning point of everything."

"boom!"

Not knowing whether it was the injury or the emotion, Nicolai slammed his elbow hard on the rock wall on his back: "Damn it, damn it..."

"Damn it!"

The meteorite once again grasped the arrow shaft hard, trying to break it, and in the pain and cold sweat, bit out the words intermittently: "Back then, when I was on duty, I deliberately transferred you away... tried every means , try my best to keep you away from the Garden of Blood, stay away from Mrs. Adele, so that you won't see her for several years..."

"I went out of my way to ask you to drink, and advised you to quickly find a girl to start a family..."

Monty froze slightly.

"ah!"

Nikolai, who failed to get out of trouble again, let out a pain, and smashed the rock wall angrily: "I've done so much, don't you fucking understand what I mean—stay away from her, away from that ominous, Stay away, the unbelievably beautiful Commas woman, and abandon your presumptuous and taboo boring feelings!"

Monty froze in place, motionless.

The next moment, resentment and anger appeared on the face of the Death Crow.

I saw him slamming the ground, stood up staggeringly regardless of his injuries, and glared at the meteorite with eyes that were almost cannibalistic:

Monty leaned on the rock tremblingly, gritted his teeth and roared hoarsely: "So it's you, it's you, Stab?"

"During the years when Adele was first married to Dragon Clouds, you deliberately transferred me, just to keep me away from her? Can't see her? Can't get close to her?"

The Scarlet Crow, covered in bruises, threw out his arm in grief and anger: "It's you!"

A small handleless flying knife flashed across the air.

Nicolai took a breath, and subconsciously swung his right hand!

"Ding!"

The throwing knife grazed Nikolai's wristband, missed the rock wall, and fell powerlessly.

Monty, who threw the throwing knife, couldn't stand still, and fell to the ground with a thump, raising dust.

But he didn't pay any attention to it, and just propped himself up again with his bloody arms.

"Even during those years when she suffered the most, suffered the most, and suffered the most, I was not there, let alone see her, and couldn't help her..."

For the first time, there was a trill in Monty's words: "It's all because of you?"

The meteorite looked at the flying knife and became even more angry.

"That's for your own good!"

He gave a savage pooh: "I thought that by doing this, you would be able to lose those unrealistic fantasies..."

"You idiot can't see it!"

But Monty didn't pay attention to Nicolai's words at all, the resentment on his face turned into sorrow, loss, and sadness.

Dozens of seconds passed, and only the breathing of the two men remained in the air.

Eventually, all expression on the Deathcrow's face disappeared.

He stared blankly at the ground, and plunged into the dust again.

"I thought my method worked." Nicolai lowered his head, his eyes were surly, and he clenched his right hand: "I thought you just need to get drunk and find a few women—as usual, you can Forget about her..."

Monty turned over with difficulty, first he looked at Nicolai in a daze, and then he laughed strangely.

The smile was so big and wide that even tears came out of his eyes.

"Forget her?"

"How can it be."

The man covered in burns exhaled slowly, with endless regret and regret in his voice:

"I will never forget that day——the day I entered Vine City, it was the young, gentle and graceful Miss Adele Guest, who was wearing a light veil and bid farewell to her parents, brothers and sisters with red eyes. Reluctant to give up, the residents slowly stepped onto the wedding carriage of our Dragon Clouds City mission."

"To the cold north."

Monty looked at the sky, his right hand trembled slightly:

"I remember the innocent smile on her blushing face and the shy thank you when I helped Adele into the car."

The Death Crow spoke in a daze, his face full of confusion:

"I remember the beautiful bow on her wrist, the patterns on her skirt, and the way she played the piano and sang in the carriage. The singing seemed to have a kind of power, and the northerners who were used to fighting and killing all listened with bated breath. .”

Nikolai tightly closed his eyes, let out an almost inaudible growl from his throat, and the blood vessels on his arms protruded from excessive force.

"I still remember that I, who was usually glib, suddenly became clumsy. I could only comfort the lady whose eyes were red with sadness, and comforted her that Beidi was a good place, and that all the people there People are bold and unruly, tolerant, unyielding and enthusiastic, saying that Prince Suriel is heroic and brave, and saying that she will be happy—all these words were later proved to be shameless lies."

Monty sat up with difficulty, staring at the Meteor with a blank and sad look.

"Yes, I met her earlier than all of you," the man said with a sad face, "and lost her earlier."

Nicolai let out a heavy breath and looked at Monty in disbelief: "Losing her?"

"Damn it, she was never yours!"

The meteorite punched again, hitting the rock wall.

He lost his composure and roared under the double pain of body and spirit: "That is the wife of His Royal Highness! She even has children!"

"For a woman, you forget your identity, betray the White Blade Guard, betray the king and prince - don't you think it's too ridiculous!"

Monty scoffed.

He ignored Nicolai's accusation and just smiled indifferently.

"Of course, a maggot like me who was born in the dark and eats rot in the mud is not even qualified to miss Adele."

The Doomed Crow lay on the ground, sighing slowly: "I figured it out a long time ago: As a noble and beautiful princess, she has no reason to talk to a rural hunter who is rude in words and deeds and has bloody hands. lowly guard."

His eyes drifted, and he gasped with a wry smile: "The only thing I can do, and the only thing I long for, is to seize the few moments that I spend in the Palace of Heroes, to perform conscientious and frequent patrols, and to pretend to be vigilant when passing by her courtyard." Looking around, I occasionally glanced at that lonely looking girl."

"The only thing I hope for, and the only thing I am satisfied with, is to wait until the middle of the night when there is no one around, huddled alone in a daze in the dark corner of the Blood Garden, looking at the flowers and plants she has taken care of, looking at the stars in the sky, and thinking about it over and over again. Her old smile."

"That's enough," Monty, who was immersed in the past, said blankly:

"enough."

"Bastard, coward." Nicolai looked at him disdainfully, "I really regret talking so much nonsense with you. I should have castrated you when I found out that you were not doing the right thing."

Monty shook his head, as if he didn't hear the other person's words.

"so……"

"When that night comes," Deathcrow seemed to regain his composure. He sneered, and the color in his eyes became terrifying and cold again: "Do you know how I feel?"

Nicolai was taken aback:

"That night?"

Monty glanced at him, obviously expressionless, but the inexplicable emotion in his eyes made the meteorite feel uneasy.

"That night, once again, as King Crow, I rushed back to Dragon Clouds City from the war-torn Star Kingdom to report to King Nuen and his son."

Monty narrated without sadness or joy, as if what happened next had nothing to do with him: "It was also that night that Prince Suriel summoned me in private."

"Our majestic and brave His Royal Highness Suriel Walton issued an order to me calmly and indifferently: There is a royal scandal that should not be made public and needs to be dealt with urgently."

Nicolai froze.

I don't know when it started, the voice of the Death Crow began to tremble:

"He ordered me to get rid of his wife without any further consequences."

"Princess, Mrs. Adele."

Monty slowly raised his eyes, the darkness in his eyes was boundless: "And the lover she loves with all her heart."

"The Unfaithful White Blade—Byrne Myrk."

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Bloodline of the Kingdom - Chapter 361 - The Crow and the Snow Blade (Part 2) - WuxiaWorld

Facing the reversed situation, Nikolai, who was injured more and more, looked ugly.

He tried to pull out the crossbow bolt that pierced his left arm and left shoulder, but the arrow wound on the right side affected his right hand, and he could only fail in repeated efforts and grunts.

Nicolai could only sigh softly, and ended his sixth attempt to draw the crossbow while moaning.

"How did you shoot me?"

The meteorite looked unwillingly at the inconspicuous black arm crossbow, and then looked angrily at the crossbow bolts that nailed him to the rock wall.

"That weapon, what is its ability?"

Monty, who was also dying, lay weakly on the ground. The severely burned man stretched out his hands to hold onto the rock with difficulty, trying to sit up, silently recovering his strength.

Only to hear the Death Crow snort in disdain:

"I don't have to tell you."

Looking at his appearance, Nicolai couldn't help but gritted his teeth lightly.

"Then come on," the meteorite was sweating profusely under the severe pain, but he still trembled his lips and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth:

"Break my neck and make it a knot."

The Death Crow stared closely at his miserable appearance, and after a while, he suddenly grinned.

"I won't take the risk of getting close to you again, Stabhead," Monty endured the pain, tore off a complete piece of clothing, and gently wiped his own wound. The slow bandaging method was exactly the same as that of Nicolai:

"We're all in a bad situation right now..."

Monty raised his head with difficulty, tried his best to smile and said, "If there is another hand-to-hand fight, God knows what surprise you have prepared for me to turn defeat into victory."

Nicolai narrowed his eyes.

"You are afraid of me." The Meteorite said coldly.

The Deathcrow shook his head, tore the cloth strips with his teeth, and bandaged his unoptimistic right arm in a burst of grinning pain: "On the contrary, I have already controlled the situation."

"Just wait for me to slow down, keep this distance, rewind, and load a few crossbow arrows," Monty panted, pointing to the time crossbow in the distance with trembling fingers, and then pointing to the opponent, with sharp eyes:

"The rest is fixed target shooting."

Nicolai's face darkened.

The Meteor's right hand weakly gripped the arrow shaft in front of his shoulder, trying to break it. But the crossbow arrows are much harder than ordinary long arrows, without a sharp weapon like the Rising Sun Saber, coupled with the injured and weak right hand, the effect of his efforts is limited, and he can only gasp in painful attempts again and again.

Monty laughed.

He was trembling all over, sweating and tearing off the bloody and fleshy clothes on his chest, trying to stand up on the ground, but eventually fell to the ground.

"Hahaha," Monty laughed nonchalantly after falling down in embarrassment, "so this has become a game of 'surviving till the end', right?"

On the wasteland, the men who were both wounded stared at each other, sparks sparked in the air.

The Death Crow turned over, and the severe burns made him groan in pain: "Remember the 'meeting ceremony' we welcome the newcomers, that bastard Bingshan stripped us naked and threw us into the snow on the first night, telling us to run to There will be hot water at the end, so a large group of naked men, shivering and running wildly..."

Nicolai frowned tightly.

Monty took a deep breath: "We were so frozen that we couldn't run to the finish line, until we collapsed - we found out afterwards that there was no finish line at all, the so-called greeting ceremony, the tradition of the White Blade Guard is just to test our limits. "

His eyes froze in the air, as if he was talking to himself: "Lies are always the most effective whip."

Nicolai shook his head stiffly.

"You are not worthy of mentioning the guards." The last power remaining in his body rushed to the wound, trying to relieve the severe pain in his shoulders, "The Betrayer of the Blade Oath."

The Death Crow froze slightly, breathing slightly.

"Blade oath... Betrayal..." At that moment, Monty's expression was a little dazed.

But after a while, the man put on a smiling face and shrugged his shoulders, hissing in pain amidst the aftereffects of the burn: "You can say whatever you want, anyway..."

The expression of the Death Crow became serious, and his eyes were cold:

"This is your last word."

"Meteorite."

To his surprise, Nicolai smiled.

With his back against the rock wall, he looked at Monty with extremely complicated eyes.

"If half of what you said is true, Dazui... then at least, at least you weren't a member of the secret department in the beginning."

Nikolai narrowed his eyes: "What made you betray, or what did the secret department catch you?"

Monty was taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing: "Oh my God, you really look more and more like Kaslan when you talk."

Nicolai ignored his diversionary words.

"The career of the White Blade Guard may have brought you torture, but the maggots in the dark night of the secret department will not make any progress. You don't really think that they are your savior and can save you from trouble?"

Monty's smile faded.

"That's a worse step." The Meteor looked at the Rising Sun Saber and the Crossbow of Time in the distance: "Going out of one abyss, but throwing into another abyss - you must have other reasons."

Monty was silent for a few seconds, then pulled out a pained and happy smile.

"Some things don't need a reason."

The Death Crow snorted coldly: "Maybe I was born a traitor, heartless, lacking in emotion, lacking in conscience, that's why Kaslan chose me to be that dirty knife."

But Nicolai still ignored him, and continued on his own: "That was your first betrayal, right? That assassination."

Monty frowned.

Seeing the meteorite, as if recalling the old man in the past, he said indifferently: "After the death of Prince Suriel, you tried every means to leave Dragon Clouds City and leave the presence of the former king, because you were also afraid, afraid that he would find out the truth."

"And the reason that instigated you to betray may lie in the assassination eighteen years ago."

Nicolai stared steadily at Monty.

The Deathcrow looked back at him solemnly.

"Damn it, not only have you become stronger," Monty murmured, "you've also become more suspicious."

Nikolai glanced at the faintly moaning prince.

"If you have been confronting a cunning, sinister, scheming prince who wants to plot against you every day and you can't move a finger of him for six full years," the meteorite said coldly:

"You too will become like me."

Monty shook his head and laughed.

"These are not important anymore." The Death Crow tried to struggle to get up again, his face returned to a ruthless expression: "Just wait for me..."

At this moment, Nikolai spoke softly, and spit out another name:

"Adele."

At that moment, Monty, who was struggling to get up, froze in place.

After a long while, the Death Crow, who had always looked relaxed, sat down.

Like a pawn losing its center of gravity.

Looking at Monty who was abnormally groggy, Nicolai sighed deeply.

"You haven't forgotten her, have you?"

The Death Crow's neck was like an old rusty clock, and he turned to Nicolai with difficulty, with a stiff expression: "What?"

The sun set at an angle again, and their shadows gradually slanted eastward.

The meteorite was like a battered old man, with a gloomy face and a depressed tone: "The reason why you are so detrimental to others and yourself to the stars, to the secret department, the reason why you must kill Prince Suriel - I can only think of This is it."

Monty looked at his old boss in shock: "You, you..."

"You thought you covered it up well back then, and no one knew," Nicolai chuckled lightly, but his words were full of exhaustion: "But look at Mrs. Adele's eyes, and your abnormal The number and location of duties..."

"No, no," Monty's breath became rapid, and he looked at Nicolai with incredible emotion: "You know?"

"So you figured it out a long time ago?"

"Son of a son of a bitch," Nicolai just looked at him coldly, affirming, "So, your betrayal is indeed related to that woman."

"Right?"

The Deathcrow lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

The Meteor stared at him like an interrogator, eyes like swords.

Monty moved suddenly.

I saw him tugging at the corner of his mouth and laughing while his cheeks twitched: "Hahaha..."

Nikolai closed his eyes with a pained expression on his face.

"Adele," the Deathcrow let out a breath, repeating the name with a desolate expression: "Adele, yes, she is the turning point of everything."

"boom!"

Not knowing whether it was the injury or the emotion, Nicolai slammed his elbow hard on the rock wall on his back: "Damn it, damn it..."

"Damn it!"

The meteorite once again grasped the arrow shaft hard, trying to break it, and in the pain and cold sweat, bit out the words intermittently: "Back then, when I was on duty, I deliberately transferred you away... tried every means , try my best to keep you away from the Garden of Blood, stay away from Mrs. Adele, so that you won't see her for several years..."

"I went out of my way to ask you to drink, and advised you to quickly find a girl to start a family..."

Monty froze slightly.

"ah!"

Nikolai, who failed to get out of trouble again, let out a pain, and smashed the rock wall angrily: "I've done so much, don't you fucking understand what I mean—stay away from her, away from that ominous, Stay away, the unbelievably beautiful Commas woman, and abandon your presumptuous and taboo boring feelings!"

Monty froze in place, motionless.

The next moment, resentment and anger appeared on the face of the Death Crow.

I saw him slamming the ground, stood up staggeringly regardless of his injuries, and glared at the meteorite with eyes that were almost cannibalistic:

Monty leaned on the rock tremblingly, gritted his teeth and roared hoarsely: "So it's you, it's you, Stab?"

"During the years when Adele was first married to Dragon Clouds, you deliberately transferred me, just to keep me away from her? Can't see her? Can't get close to her?"

The Scarlet Crow, covered in bruises, threw out his arm in grief and anger: "It's you!"

A small handleless flying knife flashed across the air.

Nicolai took a breath, and subconsciously swung his right hand!

"Ding!"

The throwing knife grazed Nikolai's wristband, missed the rock wall, and fell powerlessly.

Monty, who threw the throwing knife, couldn't stand still, and fell to the ground with a thump, raising dust.

But he didn't pay any attention to it, and just propped himself up again with his bloody arms.

"Even during those years when she suffered the most, suffered the most, and suffered the most, I was not there, let alone see her, and couldn't help her..."

For the first time, there was a trill in Monty's words: "It's all because of you?"

The meteorite looked at the flying knife and became even more angry.

"That's for your own good!"

He gave a savage pooh: "I thought that by doing this, you would be able to lose those unrealistic fantasies..."

"You idiot can't see it!"

But Monty didn't pay attention to Nicolai's words at all, the resentment on his face turned into sorrow, loss, and sadness.

Dozens of seconds passed, and only the breathing of the two men remained in the air.

Eventually, all expression on the Deathcrow's face disappeared.

He stared blankly at the ground, and plunged into the dust again.

"I thought my method worked." Nicolai lowered his head, his eyes were surly, and he clenched his right hand: "I thought you just need to get drunk and find a few women—as usual, you can Forget about her..."

Monty turned over with difficulty, first he looked at Nicolai in a daze, and then he laughed strangely.

The smile was so big and wide that even tears came out of his eyes.

"Forget her?"

"How can it be."

The man covered in burns exhaled slowly, with endless regret and regret in his voice:

"I will never forget that day——the day I entered Vine City, it was the young, gentle and graceful Miss Adele Guest, who was wearing a light veil and bid farewell to her parents, brothers and sisters with red eyes. Reluctant to give up, the residents slowly stepped onto the wedding carriage of our Dragon Clouds City mission."

"To the cold north."

Monty looked at the sky, his right hand trembled slightly:

"I remember the innocent smile on her blushing face and the shy thank you when I helped Adele into the car."

The Death Crow spoke in a daze, his face full of confusion:

"I remember the beautiful bow on her wrist, the patterns on her skirt, and the way she played the piano and sang in the carriage. The singing seemed to have a kind of power, and the northerners who were used to fighting and killing all listened with bated breath. .”

Nikolai tightly closed his eyes, let out an almost inaudible growl from his throat, and the blood vessels on his arms protruded from excessive force.

"I still remember that I, who was usually glib, suddenly became clumsy. I could only comfort the lady whose eyes were red with sadness, and comforted her that Beidi was a good place, and that all the people there People are bold and unruly, tolerant, unyielding and enthusiastic, saying that Prince Suriel is heroic and brave, and saying that she will be happy—all these words were later proved to be shameless lies."

Monty sat up with difficulty, staring at the Meteor with a blank and sad look.

"Yes, I met her earlier than all of you," the man said with a sad face, "and lost her earlier."

Nicolai let out a heavy breath and looked at Monty in disbelief: "Losing her?"

"Damn it, she was never yours!"

The meteorite punched again, hitting the rock wall.

He lost his composure and roared under the double pain of body and spirit: "That is the wife of His Royal Highness! She even has children!"

"For a woman, you forget your identity, betray the White Blade Guard, betray the king and prince - don't you think it's too ridiculous!"

Monty scoffed.

He ignored Nicolai's accusation and just smiled indifferently.

"Of course, a maggot like me who was born in the dark and eats rot in the mud is not even qualified to miss Adele."

The Doomed Crow lay on the ground, sighing slowly: "I figured it out a long time ago: As a noble and beautiful princess, she has no reason to talk to a rural hunter who is rude in words and deeds and has bloody hands. lowly guard."

His eyes drifted, and he gasped with a wry smile: "The only thing I can do, and the only thing I long for, is to seize the few moments that I spend in the Palace of Heroes, to perform conscientious and frequent patrols, and to pretend to be vigilant when passing by her courtyard." Looking around, I occasionally glanced at that lonely looking girl."

"The only thing I hope for, and the only thing I am satisfied with, is to wait until the middle of the night when there is no one around, huddled alone in a daze in the dark corner of the Blood Garden, looking at the flowers and plants she has taken care of, looking at the stars in the sky, and thinking about it over and over again. Her old smile."

"That's enough," Monty, who was immersed in the past, said blankly:

"enough."

"Bastard, coward." Nicolai looked at him disdainfully, "I really regret talking so much nonsense with you. I should have castrated you when I found out that you were not doing the right thing."

Monty shook his head, as if he didn't hear the other person's words.

"so……"

"When that night comes," Deathcrow seemed to regain his composure. He sneered, and the color in his eyes became terrifying and cold again: "Do you know how I feel?"

Nicolai was taken aback:

"That night?"

Monty glanced at him, obviously expressionless, but the inexplicable emotion in his eyes made the meteorite feel uneasy.

"That night, once again, as King Crow, I rushed back to Dragon Clouds City from the war-torn Star Kingdom to report to King Nuen and his son."

Monty narrated without sadness or joy, as if what happened next had nothing to do with him: "It was also that night that Prince Suriel summoned me in private."

"Our majestic and brave His Royal Highness Suriel Walton issued an order to me calmly and indifferently: There is a royal scandal that should not be made public and needs to be dealt with urgently."

Nicolai froze.

I don't know when it started, the voice of the Death Crow began to tremble:

"He ordered me to get rid of his wife without any further consequences."

"Princess, Mrs. Adele."

Monty slowly raised his eyes, the darkness in his eyes was boundless: "And the lover she loves with all her heart."

"The Unfaithful White Blade—Byrne Myrk."