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Chapter190 The pitiable iron pearl

Late at night, when the barbarian sisters fell asleep on the big bed, the man suddenly opened his eyes, got up from the bed, and put on some clothes. The man patted Evelin who was entangled on his neck, and then retracted his shadow.

Finally, closing the door gently, Lester gathered his breath and quietly came to the first floor.

Margaret, who had not been seen all day, was spinning in place like a top. The heavy magic steel [Black Guard] plate armor she wore made a soft collision, and she and her master were at a loss. As if she realized that she had made a noise, the woman

Stopped moving.

"... Lord Leicester has already gone to bed, and he just came back from the Immortal Fortress. After running around for a day, I should come back to Lord Leicester tomorrow... No, how can I report to work every other day? I have to go up and find Lord Lester.

Master Ste, but he must be very tired. After all, sisters Tali and Keith are not easy to deal with. Too many women is not a good thing... Could it be that it is not finished? Impossible, there is no sound, then

Speaking of which, Lord Leicester has already gone to bed and has just returned from the Immortal Fortress...Should I go back? No, I have to report to work..."

Looking at the extremely troubled woman, Lester in the shadow saw the woman's rough hands and some hideous scars on the woman's face. Ten years later, Margaret was no longer the childish and pretty girl she used to be. She became a

A general who has been tempered in war and iron blood spends his best time in military affairs and killing all day long.

She devoted her youth to herself and Jade Collar, but what did she give to the woman?

He couldn't even give the woman a child. After he didn't respond, the woman never mentioned it again...

A soft sigh came from the darkness.

"Margaret."

Margaret turned her back and was about to leave when she heard a familiar voice, her body trembled, and when she turned around, she saw a familiar gentle face outside the shadows.

Three years have passed, and the man in front of me has not changed at all, just like when we first met nine years ago.

Lowering her head subconsciously, the woman looked at her hands. The thick calluses were like the stone walls of an immortal fortress. Her rough fingers could no longer see the delicate lines. Unknowingly, her palms had become cold and hard.

His hands and sword are integrated into one, and he will never be able to find his past self.

These are a pair of hands that won't feel pain even when placed on a hot iron pot. These hands have made me feel proud for countless days and nights on the battlefield, but at this moment they are full of disgust.

And a face with an ugly scar may be even more ugly than a hand.

When I was nearly thirty, my dedicated youth and beauty had passed away, and before I knew it, all I had left was loyalty.

A man has many women, but a woman only has one man in her life, but she is content with it.

She never regretted becoming that person's sword.

The woman took half a step back, knelt on one knee and lowered her head, her voice a little hoarse.

"Lord Leicester, Margaret will give you the latest update on the underground ruins..."

The voice stopped suddenly, and the woman stared blankly at the man who forcibly picked her up. On the man's face, the woman saw the pity and gratitude that could not be overcome.

For some reason, the woman who would not feel any pain or grievance even if she was struck by a sword was hurt in her heart by the man's eyes. Her nose began to feel sore, but it had just become instinct. The strength carved into her bones prevented the woman from shedding the tears of a weakling.

, after putting on the armor, she never needed something as weak and incompetent as tears.

"Lord Leicester, my plate armor is very heavy and very cold. You'd better let me go."

"No, the temperature and weight are just right. The Black Guard is something I personally designed. I will never hate her."

Being held in the man's arms, feeling the warm profile of the man's face gently pressing against her rough cheek, Margaret twitched her nose and closed her eyes, as if she had returned to her childhood, when she was loved by her father after being wronged.

The moment when I hold you in my arms and whisper comfort.

At that time, I still cried because there was always someone who would stand in front of me without hesitation, wipe away my tears, and feel sorry for my tears.

When someone feels distressed, the wronged person will cry louder.

After the man went to the battlefield and never came back, after his mother abandoned him with another strange man and went to Demacia, he forgot what crying was, because he no longer felt heartache for his own tears.

Existence, tears changed from priceless to worthless, and became a useless thing for self-pity.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just cry. I'm here and I won't go anywhere."

The man's soft voice is like digging the last crack in the dam, breaking through all the defenses and penetrating deeply into the heart of the woman. The pain and grievances of more than ten years, and the loneliness of countless people on the front line of the war.

Day and night, at this moment, turned into an uncontrollable raging river, pouring down awkwardly along the cold, hard and dark shell, and was held in the palm of the man's hand and kissed gently.

When weakness becomes a cherished pearl, crying has value and meaning.

Around the two of them, a sound-isolating magic shield quietly wrapped them inside, guarding this small corner warmly.

In this small world, the two people finally shed all their hard shells and intertwined crazily as if no one else was around. In the rough and simple repetition, they tastefully told each other's longing and attachment...



In the depths of the lake of the soul, in the instinctive self-protection, the green runes that have always sealed emotions and energy began to flicker slowly, and the evil red runes began to be completely suppressed by the power of the green runes, as if they were about to accept

The crazy prisoner in the final trial reluctantly tried to use his arms to block the guillotine falling from the sky.

A line of too pure and powerful emotional energy was drawn from the other side of the starry sky. It fell gently into the depths of the calm lake in the shape of an unprecedented colorful five-pointed star. It slowly sank and penetrated smoothly.

He broke through the shield that blocked all consciousness and came to the depths of the lake in the rune battle.

Under the strong attraction, the colorful five-pointed star flew happily and smoothly towards the green rune of life. In the gentle embrace of the rune of life, it quickly integrated into it, making the life rune that longed for true feelings glow with dazzling beauty.

The light emitted a soft chirp of pleasure with satisfaction.

With the blessing, the balance of victory completely tilted towards the side of the life rune. The evil red rune with more powerful power rushed left and right unwillingly, bursting out the final power of the rune, trying to break through the weak green light barrier.

However, his efforts were in vain, and he was quickly suppressed by the green light shield, shrunk into a small ball, and completely annihilated.

After more than three years, countless games and struggles, with the blessing of external forces, the Life Rune finally eradicated the world consciousness that the red rune was not powerful, and turned the red rune into a piece of pure original power.

carrier.

"Elena...victorious..."

The long war brought irresistible exhaustion. He used his last consciousness to create a spiritual altar with runes deep in the middle of the lake. The runes of life floated and fell into the groove in the center of the altar, and then the red runes

And it stands on another groove.

On the surface of the lake, the light that isolates spiritual consciousness fades away, and the waves of the lake of the soul disappear, falling into tranquility again.


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