Dennis only felt a little disappointed. Although he held a birthday dinner with the purpose of promoting a political marriage, the main reason was his own selfishness - he wanted to see Boris... But now, this man disappeared during the party.
Did he leave early? Or did he still not like this occasion? Dennis asked in his heart. The feeling of disappointment climbed onto his face unconsciously.
She looked at the guests coming and going and the delicious food, but she was in no mood at all. The smile that was on her lips just now had quietly disappeared. Among the people drinking and drinking, there were the hypocritical faces of politicians and nobles. She never saw herself.
The person I missed until that person slowly walked from the aisle next to the hall.
It's Boris!
Dennis couldn't suppress the surprise in her heart, and the joyful smile from her heart climbed onto her cheeks again. She looked at him, or rather stared at him, staring at him holding the wine bottle and walking towards her gracefully. You can see
The man's eyes were also on him, and when their eyes met, an unspeakable joy rose in Dennis's heart. However, due to occasion and etiquette, Boris still had to salute the Tsar first.
He walked up to the slightly fat king, bowed politely, raised his glass, and said some blessings that even he felt were against his will. Then he walked up to the queen and looked at her affectionately.
"Happy birthday to our beautiful and intelligent Queen Denise."
Boris said, never taking his eyes away from the queen. How they longed for this situation to continue forever, but no... This is the palace, Denis is the queen, it is polite to look at the queen for a short time, and it is polite to look at the queen for a long time.
, which is disrespectful to the king and queen.
Boris understands this truth. He has always hidden his inner emotions well and deeply. He just couldn't help it occasionally. Finally, after saying his blessings, he forced himself to shift his gaze and politely said hello to the girl next to the queen.
.
"Villanelle, the eldest daughter of Marquis Valerian. She was also my good partner when I was studying at the Magic Academy."
Dennis smiled and introduced the good sisters around him. Although everyone knew the close relationship between this girl and the queen, Dennis still couldn't talk too casually in public. Identity always comes first.
"Nice to meet you, ma'am."
Boris smiled and greeted the witch.
"No ma'am, I'm not married yet."
Villanelle answered with a smile. She looked at Boris with admiration in her eyes.
"Oh, sorry……"
"fine."
Villanelle stared at the tall and handsome man in front of her and said——
"I know you, you are the one who defeated the King of Arena and won the new championship."
Boris nodded.
"I've known you before this."
Villanelle continued. This surprised Boris. He only greeted the girl next to Dennis in order to get in touch with her. He had no impression of Villanelle and Boris at all.
"Yeah?"
He narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile.
"You may not remember it, but I remember. When the bloody Katarina was in power, there was a serious riot in the city of Kislev. The hungry and cold civilians flocked to the palace. You and your father led the Snow Eagle Legion
Go and intercept the rioting people. Am I right?"
Villanelle's question made Boris instantly embarrassed. But he quickly admitted -
"Yes, there is such a thing. That happened three years ago?"
"Pretty much. I remember you didn't attack those civilians at that time."
Villanelle continued.
"Well... yes... they are all unarmed civilians. If they were not forced into a desperate situation, no one would be willing to risk their lives to riot. They should not be punished..."
Boris answered concisely and concisely, but did not say the rest of the words, because they were words that should not be said, at least in front of the Tsar and in such a public situation.
"I was at the scene during the riot, so I have seen you."
Villanelle said with a smile——
"And Dennis, you were also there."
"I?"
Dennis was a little confused——
"Oh, yes...I was there at that time...I was on the palace wall..."
"Yes, so you didn't notice what happened under the high wall. At that time, as a front-line combat wizard, you stood at the highest position."
Villanelle reminded. Dennis then remembered that this was indeed the case...but he didn't expect that she and Boris were so close...
Boris turned to look at Dennis and saw the queen smiling awkwardly, but that smile was pure and lovely, as if it was fixed in his heart...
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Norska.
The cold wind and snow slowed down the march of the troops. The rangers of the dwarf expedition team walked in front, followed by a long team. The previous troops of forty or fifty people were now nearly twice as large. That was from the Empire Rui
The defeated Praetorian Guards.
Although no one died in the battle a few days ago, many people were injured. Several seriously injured warriors still needed to be carried on stretchers, and the speed was even slower. But both Rhodes and Alyria knew that they
I can't let go of any of my soldiers. These soldiers traveled thousands of miles to the northern continent just to help them complete the almost impossible task. Now, they are injured because of their own decisions, and I can't abandon them here.
Rhodes walked in front, his huge manticore cloak fluttering in the cold wind, making a drumming sound.
The sound of soldiers falling down behind him caught Rhode's attention. When he ran over, he saw that a Norscan soldier had a sprained foot. The stretcher he was carrying also fell into the snow, and his companion lying on it fell.
It screamed like a wild boar.
Rhodes trotted over, lifted up the stretcher, and handed it to others. He then paid attention to the two injured soldiers.
"Soldier, hold on. We will be in the town soon. Once there, you can get treatment. You will all have your rewards, because you are all warriors."
Rhodes was comforted that although he was no longer the King of the North, everyone had already recognized him in their hearts. He was not a king, but he was better than a king.
After comforting the two soldiers, Rhodes stopped and waited for the entire army to move forward. He saw the female elf walking at the back.
"Hey, do you need help?"
Seeing the weak wood elf walking in the snow, Rhodes couldn't help but ask with concern.
The wood elf shook her head and continued to move forward step by step. She wrapped her clothes tightly and put her mask back on to block the biting cold wind. She looked extremely weak. The duel a few days ago,
In fact, the winner has already been decided. Dwarves are not afraid of cold, but wood elves are very afraid of cold. In the cold land, Aliria is slightly better. If it were back to the south, Bogul would probably be tortured every minute.
"If you need help, just say it. You always walk at the back like this. If you get lost, no one will know. If you are really weak, I can carry you."
Rhodes made a joke.
Unexpectedly, these words seemed to touch the sensitive nerves of the female elf, and she glared at the man in front of her fiercely. "Next time you are so rude, I will castrate you directly." Aliria stretched out her dagger, and then