Chapter 1115

Chapter 1115

2015-02-12

Snowflakes, this thing, often make people have similar romantic associations.

This is not the meaning attached to the snowflake itself, but in fact it is just an Advance Rank version of the rain that melts and reveals its true colors. Including hail, the difference is that the evolution version is more Advanced. So, who would think hail is romantic? I think apart from a few masochists, no one would think that this painful thing has any romantic meaning at all.

It is snowflakes, which have a strong romantic value in the various imaginary scenes attached and imposed by human beings. Well, this can't be regarded as an illusion, after all, watching the white feather-like things flutter in the air, and then slowly drifting like catkins, and finally dyeing Heaven and Earth to be pure and flawless, it is indeed very touching and eye-catching...

Of course, this is best viewed through the glass!

"Ahhh! What the hell kind of weather is this, huh... Your uncle is freezing to death..." At night, on the corner of the capital city, under the shop sign. Bernie, whose name is Patrol, is in fact no different from wandering the streets and being homeless. He shivered and sneezed, licked his nose, looked bitterly at the snowflakes outside the signboard, smacking his lips and complaining, "Old Bao, you said the two of us Why do people leave the north and come to this capital? Anyway, I didn’t expect to get promoted and get rich. At that time, I was running around and found a small northern town, so I couldn’t live well and enjoy it. Why {万↑shu↓}.nsb .om has to get on the boat to suffer here? Ah Che-" "Look at the patrol, patrol, patrol all day and night, there is not even a ghost shadow on the street, and I can't sleep well. Ah Che. ...Fuck, I'm not sick, right? Talk, you old Bao..."

"...What are you trying to say? After asking so many questions in one breath, I have to think about it too. Which question should I answer first, Bernie." Bowens frowned. Then he rubbed his big red nose down again. The same look of helplessness and irritability. "When I was about to board the ship and retreat to the south, I asked you to discuss it. You didn't analyze that the Grey Cloth Armed Force was unreliable. We have offended them before. Staying in the north is absolutely bode ill rather than well, so we agreed to go back to the south. Well, what's the point of saying that now?"

paused, "As for the reason there isn't a ghost shadow on the street, it's because there's a big celebration at the Imperial Family Theater in town. The Eldest Prince is crowned. Before the enthronement ceremony, all the nobles in the capital went. They were afraid of ghost shadows, so tonight's curfew... Well, also, go find a bowl of hot soup, or you should really be sick."

The words fell with a bang. Bowen frowned as Bernie reached out and took out the jug from the side pocket of the horse beside him, unplugged the cork, raised his head and gulped. "I'm talking about hot soup!"

"I know. But..." Raising the wine jug, Bernie raised his hand indifferently to wipe the remaining wine stains from the corner of his mouth. "Is there a better hot soup than spicy wine?"

"Well, you're blaming yourself. You can't blame me." Bowen shrugged silently, shaking the snow off his body, Immediately, he waved his hand to drive away the squad guard dragon rider who was curled up under the signboard, "Let's go, go out, and continue patrolling."

"No, Captain, take a break, I really want to go out now. It's freezing to death."

"Yeah, at least wait for the snow to get a little lighter."

"Anyway, there's no whore on this street, so it doesn't make any difference between patrolling and not patrolling. Captain..."

"Shut up, what do you little bastards know! If you stay here, you will really freeze to death! Hurry up, have a drink, go out and move, you will be warm when you move. "..."

Amid the mourning, Bowen kicked and kicked the Knights back into the snow, and before they could get on their horses, Bernie frowned suddenly. He raised his palms, "Silence... ah cut!"

The sound of sneezing fell, and the sound of horses' hooves was instantly heard in the silent street. Everyone subconsciously turned their heads and looked towards the crossroads in the distance, leaning a little, they saw a luxury carriage driving out of the wind and snow, passing through the intersection and turning into the spacious alley beside the road.

"It's a nobleman." Although the carriage just disappeared on the street just now, it was enough for everyone here to see the luxurious exterior of the carriage. There is no doubt that a carriage with this specification can only come from aristocratic families. Even someone with brilliant eyes like Bowens could clearly see the family logo engraved on the outer wall of the carriage and scratched his head, "It's that O, O'Herai... Damn, there are so many nobles in the capital!"

"The Oglell Family." Bernie added calmly.

"It's the noble family that came out of the Sword God final disciple." Except for Bowen and Bernie, the two Vice Captains who suddenly came by air, the other guard dragoons are already in the capital. Over the years, some are even locals in the capital, and the sources of information are naturally more detailed than the first two.

"Strange, isn't the Imperial Family Theater over there, how does this carriage go back? Could it be that the celebration is over so soon?" paused, Bowen looked towards the dragoon player who just answered, He asked casually, "Do you know where the family's address is?"

"Uh, I only know the general location is in the aristocratic district of Dongcheng, but I don't know the exact address." This is also natural Yes, no matter which town it is in, the area where the noble manor is located is extremely heavily guarded, and it is forbidden for idlers to enter and exit. And with the level of these guard dragoons, they are naturally included in the scope of the idle people.

"East City District?" Bowen started, looking at the entrance of the laneway faintly to the southeast, brows slightly wrinkle. Of course, this can't be considered. After all, they are new to the city, and they can't be sure whether this alley is a shortcut to the aristocratic district of Dongcheng...

"Okay, let's continue patrolling." Ni waved his hand in disapproval and got on the horse's back, "Who knows what these nobles are doing, maybe they just found that their clothes for the celebration collided with others, I am afraid of losing face, and now I have to go back and change..."

Well, I have to say, from the point of view of the noble's face being more important than life, Bernie's casual remarks are very likely to be true. So Bowens shrugged and stopped thinking about it, and led a group of guard dragoons to continue patrolling the street...

At the same time, inside the luxury carriage that had just passed by.

Bang, bang, bang...

"Crazy, mad, this fucking madman—why did this to me! Why did it all do this to me—ah—"

Suppressed roar, frantically gasping. At this moment, Winslyn, who was paralyzed in the messy carriage, was like a wild beast trapped in a cage, howling unwillingly and struggling to the death.

The extraordinary shame and humiliation in front of the theater, the undisguised ridicule and contempt of everyone and the passive withdrawal of the family's Sir Father... I have to say, no matter how well prepared Winslyn was before, but in the end He's just an emotional youngster. And the scenes that just happened in front of the theater have undoubtedly overwhelmed his young and fragile sensitive nerves to a great extent.

Angry, unwilling, resentment... and whether they admit it or not, whether they want it or not, they are all stubbornly flying into a rage out of humiliation to their own actions!

That's right, no matter how certain Winslyn judged his actions, or how indifferent or even despised the ridicule of outsiders. But one fact is forever impossible to change, and that is that he did betray the sect that brought him great glory! And indeed the sneak attack killed the venerable Senior Brother who was very good to him!

Therefore, even if Winslyn can face the accusations and scoldings that are not human inside and outside, but as long as he has a pair with Philip and the people related to Sword God lineage, he is naturally guilty and in a weak position.

He couldn't get past that level in his heart!

This is the biggest source of shame and humiliation for him!

Perhaps, only when Woodin dies of old age, when everyone gradually forgets this story, when the members of the Ogleir family begin to enjoy the real benefits brought by the Eldest Prince's side, and then slowly face the role of Winslyn Only after his status can he be relieved to a certain extent. Just like the words brought by Winslyn's father's family guard - don't care what others say, it will pass!

However, the question now is, can Winslyn wait until then...

"xu lu lu..." neighing at the same time as several horses pulling the cart came from outside the car The humming was low, and the speed of the vehicle was noticeably slowed down. Winslyn, who was sitting slumped in the middle of the car clutching his hair, raised his head subconsciously when he heard the sound.

It's only been so long, has the carriage returned to the family's door?

Obviously not, because it was pitch black outside the curtains of the car.

Frowning, with a bang, Winslyn kicked the front wall of the carriage where the driver was, and yelled angrily, "What?!"

"Send Young Master home... ..."

With a faint sigh, Winslyn couldn't hear it clearly, frowned again, wow, raised hand and pulled the curtain.

Stunned.

Outside the glass window is a dark, bare alleyway wall.

"...get on the road, Winslyn Young Master, it's time to send you home..."

Still sighing softly, the difference is that this time Winslyn heard it clearly and very familiarly . The body froze for a moment, the pupils contracted sharply, and the icy coldness that rushed from the caudal vertebrae to the brain exploded in the body...

"Tang En ——"

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