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Chapter 72 Are you still afraid of death?

Everyone heard the voice and looked back in unison, and saw the old butler Weber pushing a wheelchair at the door of the manor house. The old man, who was already old but still majestic, was sitting in the wheelchair.

He quietly stared at the source of the dispute. The firelight in the darkness made his increasingly cloudy eyes seem to burn again at this moment, exuding a bit of the aura of his youth.

"Master of the family!"

The knights all put their hands on their chests and offered the most noble courtesy to their loyal family masters. Even the three leaders who were not knights were no exception. For a while, the armors rubbed against each other, and the sound of clanging steel could be heard continuously.

Just like the ancient tradition of the kingdom era, the knights expressed their determination to the monarch before going to war, holding a thousand weapons high at the same time and swearing an oath to the sky. The sharp and murderous atmosphere made people's expressions solemn.

The only person standing still was Xino. She was riding on Brandi's back without any movement. She just looked at her grandfather from a distance across the avenue from the square to the front of the mansion. From his pair of

The eyes that were as old and gloomy as a twilight lion, but still exuded a majestic aura, saw an emotion called helplessness, but actually encouragement, so he nodded lightly and smiled: "Thank you for your understanding, Grandpa."

Only then did the knights realize that the old master seemed to have agreed to the eldest lady's willful request, so they no longer cared about maintaining their manners in front of the master, and they all gave words of persuasion, either excited or sincere, but without exception they expressed their objections.

, this situation is very similar to the previous one, except that the person being persuaded has changed.

Everyone felt that the old head of the family was more calm and prudent. It was probably because he doted on the eldest lady too much that he agreed to her request on impulse. Once he calmed down, he would change his mind.

However, the elderly Vandru Jean Goldstaff thought far further than they did.

"Believe her." The old man's eyes looked particularly deep in the shadow of the fire: "We should all believe her, but we don't choose to believe it because she is the heir of the Goldstaff family, but because she is Hino - Hino...

Jean Goldstaff, this is her first and last name, but at this moment, you only need to see the first two words."

He looked at the young man who spoke first and said calmly: "Do you believe Xino, Worzel?"

The young man named Worzel was startled for a moment, and then he seemed to realize something from the old man's eyes. He slowly lowered his head and replied in a deep voice: "Since I met the eldest lady, I have never seen her do anything.

Unwise actions or any arrogant words."

The old man nodded slightly and turned to look at his old friend, his tone still unhurried: "Do you believe Xino, Gustave?"

Gustave, who had followed his old family master to serve in the army and was second only to the old butler Weber in seniority among retainers, didn't know what he was thinking of. His eyes changed several times, and finally all his words turned into a helpless sigh:

"I watched the eldest lady grow up. Her talent and character are truly unparalleled in this world."

The old man nodded again, turned his gaze to the three alien leaders, and asked: "So, Shanquer, Sita, and Biberberg XIII, you and the aliens in the Forest of Loser that you represent, what will happen to you?"

Are you willing to believe Xino?"

The three heterogeneous leaders looked at each other and quickly reached a consensus in the silent eye contact. Jean-Quelle spoke with a thunderous voice: "The eldest lady is as majestic as Baron Vince. She treats me so well."

Care and protection are worthy of the trust of all the aliens in Lothor Forest!"

"In this case, we can draw a conclusion."

The old man looked at the girl on the horse: "I entrust the seven-hundred-year mission of the Goldstaff family to you, Xino, just as these people in front of me are willing to entrust their trust to you. However, everyone is worthy of being entrusted with trust.

Everyone must respond to those trusts wholeheartedly. On the path you choose, there is no room for failure and giving up. Even so, do you still have to make this choice? "

"Yes, Grandfather."

There was almost no hesitation in the girl's answer, as if the answer had already echoed in her mind countless times, and now she just recited it completely: "I am willing to assume this trust, and I will definitely repay your trust, as you told me before

My theory——"

Her eyes stayed on everyone for a moment, and then passed them, passed the mansion, passed the dim firelight, and landed on the distant and gloomy sky. The clouds were rolling, the storm was rising, and the sad autumn in the fields of Grindelwald

It seems to have arrived early, but the girl is sure that she is still living in that bright and shining midsummer, because the white thorn flower only blooms in midsummer: "We are born to live in response to expectations."



Dark clouds were rolling in the sky, and the fierce wind lifted up the huge propaganda posters on the tall buildings on both sides. The faces of the contestants flickered half-darkly under the light of the coal lamps, making it difficult to distinguish. The time was five o'clock in the afternoon.

, in a normal golden September, this time is when the sun is the most transparent, the vision is the clearest, and the temperature is the coolest. The competition committee arranges the competition at this time, which clearly shows the importance it attaches to. I hope this time

Two players who both rose to fame at a young age were able to take over the enthusiastic atmosphere after the opening ceremony of the championship and continue the excitement of the game.

However, unexpected weather conditions disrupted their arrangements. Before the game started, the Villard Stadium was already plunged into darkness, almost making people think that time jumped to night. The lighting conditions of the stadium itself were simply not enough to take care of the entire game.

To this end, the stadium had to urgently deploy a batch of kerosene lamps and torches, and divide 500 staff into 50 groups for patrol lighting, which barely ensured the normal conduct of the game.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In fact, at first, the organizers considered postponing the game. However, this game was so anticipated that the tickets were sold out in advance, and the audience was eagerly looking forward to it.

The wonderful game helped them relieve their bad mood in this bad weather. If the postponement was announced at this time, the consequences would be unimaginable. Therefore, the referees and players could only hold on for a while - it was not a blizzard or earthquake anyway.

Waiting for severe natural disasters, just a little darker, it shouldn't affect the performance of both parties, right?

Ringer watched Gloria being taken away by the staff and entered through the dedicated player channel. When her back disappeared, he turned back to the others and said, "Let's go, it's time for us to enter."

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Alice yelled, wrapped her clothes tightly, and muttered: "Why is it so cold today?"

This sentence made Linger's eyes flicker, and he subconsciously raised his head and glanced in the direction of Chatoli Manor. He wondered if Xino had already set off for the ruins, or was he waiting there for the beast's seal to be lifted?

Just now, Layla went to him and asked him a few questions before entering the venue. Although she had known that Xino would not come to watch her game today, she did not see her friend in the crowd, which still made the girl's face show

There was an obvious look of disappointment.

On the same day in the fields of Grindelwald, two important battles are about to begin, and the final result will not be known to the audience until the curtain comes down.

The young man quickly retracted his gaze, but this brief glance still attracted the attention of Saint Xia Liya. When others were not paying attention, she quietly walked up behind Linge and asked in a low voice: "Are you worried about Xino?"

?"

Linge shook his head slightly, but did not answer. Sheng Xia Liya did not know whether he was denying his question or expressing that he was not worried. After thinking for a while, he comforted: "There should be no problem, not to mention there are still

Ietta and Neville are here."

In addition to Ietta, Countess Neville also stayed on the island. On the one hand, she was not interested in Feng Hua Qiu. She had no interest in any bullshit support group formed by Alice. She just wanted to enjoy black tea quietly. By the way,

Reading the world's famous works cultivates sentiment; on the other hand, it is the request of Saint Xalia. She feels that although Ietta is strong, she has no combat experience after all, and she must find an experienced person to hold the battle for her.

With rich experience, who can compare to the Bloodtooth Ancestor who once killed an empire among thousands of troops?

The angel Ietta who blows away the mountains, and the silver-eyed countess Neville, the presence of these two people is enough to ensure that the situation will not develop in the worst direction.

"Yes." Ringer nodded, glanced at the crowd of people around him who were gathering toward the stadium, and said, "Let's enter first."

He led Saint Xalia to the ticket gate, and others followed him one after another. The group of people's backs quickly disappeared into the depths of the crowd.



"Wow, this weather..." Iyeta stood on the balcony of the windmill tower house. When he looked up, he saw the dark sky, with surging dark clouds, howling wind, and waves of tidal rustling sounds coming from the Forest of Loser.

It was the grass and trees in the forest that were blown by the wind, and they were all falling in the same direction. In the past, during the scorching heat of midsummer, you would have felt doubly cooler when you heard the sound of waves of leaves, but now there is only the echo of emptiness and silence in the mountains and forests.

, wild beasts are dormant in their nests, birds are huddled at the bottom of the cliff, and a depressing and dull atmosphere is spreading.

If a heavy rain comes to cleanse the world at this time, it can wash away those irritable and messy thoughts. However, let alone the raindrops, there is not even a lightning in the turbulent clouds, not even a thunder is heard. Such an abnormal celestial phenomenon

, which inevitably makes people panic.

"The wind is afraid." The angel murmured. This situation reminded her of the scene when the Lord of the Abyss came to the field of Thalia: "Some terrifying existence is about to awaken. Because it is taboo, it is forbidden by people."

Disgusted and fearful..."

"When did you become as talkative as Xiaoxia, Ieta?"

The countess's voice came from the room. She put down the book in her hand, walked slowly to the balcony, and stood side by side with Ietta. She also took in the abnormal celestial phenomenon, but she did not react in a panic, but was very

Calmly, because similar scenes are by no means rare in her long life experience: "A natural disaster...the scene of a river of blood on the Tagu'ao field during the Republic of China War, or the union of religious groups burning the city with fire in the Dark Ages.

Compared with cruel methods, it is still a bit worse."

The madmen who judged the Holy See released the Final Fire, which burned down the entire virtual root swamp. Tens of thousands of lives wailed and died in the fire; the Mecha-god Alexander who interfered with time and space denied the future and returned again and again from the wrong time and space lines.

And evolve into a more powerful form... That is the real despair, it is just a small scene in front of you.

Seemingly affected by her understatement, Ieta's inner anxiety eased a lot, but she still had some worry on her face.

Neville glanced at her, as if she guessed what the girl was thinking, and added: "Don't forget, she is the queen of the girl."



The Queen's Majesty.

At this moment, Xino looked at the silver gauntlets on her hands, a pure light flashed quietly from her eyes, and the same word could not help but emerge in her heart. Because of a special machine, no matter it has an eccentric temperament

Miss Alice, the calm and reliable Mr. Ringer, and even Miss Saint Shalia all agree that they are the so-called girl's queen, possessing some incredible power that is above the law, but at the same time they are also burdened with certain things.

A cruel curse.

The girl has been denying it, claiming that she is just an ordinary person, nothing special, but she actually knows very well in her heart what her royal power and curse are, she just doesn't want to face it - or in other words, she is not sure

After those travelers from the sky know their royal power and curse, can they still face themselves with that normal mentality?

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Go to the goddess who created the world, who was also her other mother in a distant era, and ask Him to reshape the cornerstone of the chaotic order in the world, to punish the witches who act recklessly, and to remove the curse from these innocent girls.

, and then return to a normal life.

After hearing this, she was naturally very moved, but her hesitation far outweighed her heartbeat, because once she embarked on this journey, it meant facing a cruel war, far worse than when the ancestors of Heberton followed the Holy Spirit.

The Republican War faced by women was even more cruel.

She is not afraid of war, but what she is afraid of is that war will definitely bring sacrifices.

Who gets to define and differentiate those sacrifices?

For one's own and for others; selfless and noble; despicable and weak; dedicated and eager; forced and fearful... The lives that set up tombstones are commemorated, and most of those who died in the war were nationals.

Nameless.

Hino Jean Goldstaff, a girl who has experienced death three times, is still a person who is afraid of death.

"Erlulu?"

Brandi let out a cry of confusion. She didn't understand why her master stayed in a daze for so long after putting on the armor. Was he thinking about the next fighting method and strategy? Or maybe he was digesting those heavy trusts. She only

I don't think my master will be afraid, because I have never seen a braver knight than her.

Those who say that sacrifice is glory actually don't understand that fear of death is true bravery.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, Brandi." Xino came back to his senses, grabbed the reins with his silver gauntlets, and showed an apologetic smile to his beloved horse: "It seems it's time for us to appear."

"Let's go."

With the horse's belly pressed lightly and the sound of hooves trampling on it, the knight and her beloved horse rushed to the destined battlefield together.


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