Kingdom's Bloodline Chapter 633

  Chapter 633 Fortress Wolf

"And those people, of course, take it for granted: "I told you already. "It's okay, it's normal." You are already great, but you have to accept the reality. "This job is still suitable for men." "

  Sonia took out her cigarette pouch and started rolling the third cigarette.

   "You know, they always sound so right and confident, always so rational, neutral, objective and sincere."

  Sonia's eyes focused on the tobacco in her hand.

   "In the end, I was about to believe it--maybe I really messed up, maybe I'm really not fit to be a soldier?"

  Fortress Flower turned her head and grinned at Thales:

"Right?"

   Thales did not answer immediately. He sat on the ground with his back against the observation deck, his hands on his lap, his expression deep.

  They always sound so right and confident...

  At the royal banquet, the scene where Vice Captain Vogel asked D.D to take the initiative to die is still vivid.

   "I'm different from you, I didn't mess up."

  The teenager suddenly spoke:

  "I can solve it. I'm just working hard and adapting. I need time."

  Sonia's cigarette movement stopped, and she turned to look at Thales.

"Adapt?"

  Fortress Flower first smiled, but immediately became cold.

   "Sunset, it seems you really messed up."

   Thales frowned.

  Sonia rolled her cigarette and sneered:

  "And it's more than a little bit, otherwise you won't live in a dead man's house, your father won't come to you sneakily, and Jini won't growl and threaten me to fix you.”

  Thyls was not very convinced, but he looked up in surprise:

   "Jini, Ms. Jini?"

  Sonia masterfully grabbed the smoke and took out the flint:

  "Are you sure you can't take a bite?"

  Tyers looked at the crude cigarettes and twitched the corners of his mouth.

  Sonia shrugged, lit the tobacco in twos or twos, and sighed comfortably:

   "Well, boy, maybe among us, you are the one who is not suitable for the soldier."

Hold.

  Thyls waved away the smoke, moved his **** to the side, and looked bad.

"I know that you have just returned to the royal capital, which means you have stepped into a new battlefield. But every rule of the new battlefield is not good for you, unfair to you, they make you feel strange, confused, desperate, and you can't see it. Way out."

  Thyls frowned noncommittal, while Sonia breathed out smoke:

  "It's different from what most people think-it's not difficult to fight with a sword. Even if the so-called “saving your life” sacrifice, it is a matter of getting hot heads and gritting your teeth. The real difficulty is knowing why you fight."

   Listening to her words, Thales suddenly remembered the words left after Mallos punished D.D:

   [When you decide to trade, make sure that it is your own balance. 】

"But when you look up and leave specific opponents, when you see more, see higher, when you find that the rules of battle are so **** from the beginning, when you find that your battle is just in a cage The monkey show, and you can never change the cage...fighting, it becomes difficult, difficult."

  【It's like, it's as if my sword is no longer a flesh and blood weapon or a steel weapon, but an invisible wall. No matter how I swing the sword, it won't help. 】

  For some reason, Thales suddenly remembered what Cohen said in the lower city.

  The flower of the fortress blew the cigarette butts that were not fully burned, and calmly spoke:

  " Tension, fear, confusion, mistakes, regrets, vacillation, self-doubt, and even numbness to give up. We have all experienced these, and there is nothing to be ashamed of."

  The observatory under the moonlight is calm and quiet, and with the smoke in Sonia's hands, everything is like a dream.

   "You failed to enlist in the guard?" Thales said suddenly, expressionless.

  Sonia put up a leg and hooked her lips, but shook her head.

   "I was lucky, and a big man happened to pass by. I got a second chance, stay here, and wait for the next round of recruitment."

The voice of   Fortress Flower is a bit dim.

  Big shots.

  Tails looked around Xinghu Castle for a week:

   "John Canstar?"

  Sonia chuckled, she held the cigarette again, leaning back, supporting the back of her head with her hands.

  "The days after that were difficult. I ate and slept with the guards in the castle, worked hard, and prepared to reach the next assessment."

  At this moment, there was something more in Sonia's eyes.

"The beautiful words of comfort have disappeared since then, no one gave me a good face, everyone is isolating me, and I also understand that I got a bargain and entered the game without following their rules, which made the group of men They feel that their rights have been offended-"women who have been given special treatment" took a shortcut to come in, "it's too unfair to men" and so on."

"From bed and shift arrangements to daily work and rest, from frequent emergency training, increased weight training, to coincidentally getting my cleaning job every time, they tried all kinds of methods to make me embarrassed and embarrassed. A'coming over' came to sing red-faced rants:'They are not aimed at you, they just have trouble making it through their hearts. "I'm sorry, but maybe you should give up?'."

  Tels listened quietly, but he remembered the moment at the royal banquet when Anke took the hostages and forced the palace to fight.

  At that moment, all the guests in the banquet, the people with faces in Yongxing City, all raised their heads directly and looked at him.

"Including every'friendship' match in the team, I sometimes bite hard and win, and they will say,'Good luck', let's just let you' 'Or'You take a trick, and you have the ability to positively say that the outcome will be different in another occasion', or even'If you fight for your life, you will definitely die.' The real battle is not that simple', blah, blah, and so on. "

   "Oh, by the way, there is also my favorite sentence, 'I can't prove that you are better than a man if you win. If you have the ability, you can compare yourself with a stronger man?'"

  Sonia dusted the ashes and smiled:

"Does every man know this sentence? I call this a'several sharing technique'. Every time I knock them down, they will say that. As long as I say this, the defeated guy will instantly share it. The big ones of the'more powerful men', with their heads high and their chests high, they regained their power, from short and weak to a golden gun."

  A few sharing techniques.

  Thyls couldn't help but chuckle.

  But his smile faded: In his battlefield, there are also such people, right?

"And when I lost, they all said in unison, "Look, I told you, "This is normal." Generally speaking, women really can't beat men. '."

  Sonia's tone fell.

   "At that time, everything was very frustrating: swordsmanship, fighting, weightlifting, long-distance running, javelin, archery, it seems that everything can't beat everyone else-especially those men who have been trained or even served in the military."

   "I don't have their strength, strength, speed, explosiveness, physique, physique-these things that are usually compared from sports games to knight competitions-without everything they are proud of."

  A dark cloud blocked the moonlight, leaving the boy and the woman in the dark, each depressed.

   "But you won," Thales said softly, "in this unfair rule."

  Sonia was silent for a long time, and then she took a big sip and slowly exhaled smoke from her nose.

   "I didn't win. I just survived."

  Fortress Flower's scattered eyes slowly reunited.

  "Just as the days passed and the date of the next recruitment approached, and my heart was ashamed and almost self-defeating, someone asked me: 'Why, Sonia, why are you on their chessboard?'"

   Hearing this, Thales raised his head.

  "Their chessboard?"

  Sonia smiled and nodded, as if thinking of something happy:

"I was asked:'There are many ways for soldiers to fight, and there are different ways to kill. Why do we have to learn how to use their muscles, rely on their physiques, resort to strength and bursts, and learn how to use their muscles all day long? Phew? Why do we have to pursue the strong, rude, overbearing, masculine, aggressive, and guilt that they seek to prove themselves? Why should we learn from them and compete with them?'"

  Tyles narrowed his eyes.

  Sonia sighed:

"'Because', I said stupidly at that time,"'because these are useful, because the chief said, these are all tested in the game, things that have passed the test of history are needed by every soldier on the battlefield. Good things. '"

  Speaking of which, the flower of the fortress smiled.

  "'That's because the earliest tournament only allowed men to participate,' I was told, 'so, of course they are better than their own-when have you seen them try to give birth to children?'"

   Thales' expression changed.

"'And the soldiers need this, and it's not just because these things are "good"'," Sonia sat up cross-legged, and even forgot to smoke, let the cigarette burn slowly in her hand, "the guy told me,'but because They are already soldiers, and they like, are used to, and are good at these-strong, rude, domineering, masculine, aggressive, most of the time they only use these, so these things become "useful" and "Okay", and then spread to the hands of later generations. When there are more and more people and fewer and fewer doubters, everyone will acquiesce that this is common sense and truth.'"

  Sonia retells her words, as if returning to the moment many years ago:

"'Because this is the game they control, the battlefield they define, and one of their most cunning tricks is to'allow' you to enter the game, and then defeat you in these rules and items that are not allowed to be suspected, and then Tell you: Look, you didn't win, you can't.'"

   Thales spoke subconsciously:

"but……"

  But the flower of the fortress did not let him go on, and said to himself:

"So why, Sonia, you are already at a disadvantage everywhere on the chessboard that men can't be familiar with and dominated for thousands of years. That being the case, why? Why do you follow the rules they set, the standard of the game they are used to? , The survival criteria they set, a habit that is more familiar to them than them-when the armor and weapons you can get are made according to the conditions of men, how can you count on these to counter them?"

  Why should we follow the rules they set, the standards they are accustomed to, and the survival criteria they set...

  Tyles' eyes gradually drifted away.

  "...When they even regard several sizes as standard competition items and ask everyone to compare the length with them, how do you win? Pretend to be a man?" Sonia sneered.

  Thyls came back to his senses and found that he had missed a paragraph:

  "Is this a metaphor?"

  Sonia turned her head and smiled evilly:

"depends on you."

  Tels raised his eyebrows.

  At this moment, the flower of the fortress in front of him looked like a torch, penetrating the smoke and confused:

"'Don't listen to them', I was told,'Even if you want to win their prizes, don't follow their standards, don't follow their words, don't pretend to be a few fakes, even if you can only prove to them. '——Because of that, you really lose.'"

   "On that night, I realized how stupid I was before."

  She turned to the thinking boy:

   "Tyles, don't be stupid, don't listen to them, don't pretend to be fake."

   Thales clenched his fists.

  Don't listen to them.

  At that moment, he inexplicably thought of the fast rope, remembering what the latter had said to him.

[Don't play against him on the same board, Thales, because you don't know how deep his methods are in this game, how many hole cards he has, and those who were played by his father on the palm of his hand do not know it. People who are very sad. 】

   Then, Thales thought of-Charman Rumba.

   "I don't, I'm fighting, in my way."

  Tyles retorted subconsciously, almost at the same moment when he thought of the man whose eyes were like ice but burning in the ice.

   "Physically, of course you don't, but what about your mind?"

  Sonia stared at him, stretched out her hand and nodded Thales' chest: "What about here?"

   Thales did not speak, and the scar on his chest from the silver coin burn when he was a child seemed to be slightly hot.

"Several handfuls were originally only grown in one place," Sonia re-raised the cigarette, sarcastically, "but the reality is that after tens of thousands of years have passed, they have become other things, everywhere—not naturally growing. It's artificially installed."

  Tels pursed his lips.

   "Later," he asked hoarsely.

  Sonia's eyes moved.

   "Later, later, I stopped breaking my wrists, competing with them, lifting weights, and fighting for speed."

"There must be something, I think so," she squinted her eyes, as if recreating the way she had been thinking about it. "There must be something on this chessboard that has been ignored, abandoned, and so I don't think so, but it can be picked up and used by me—although it's difficult, because this chessboard has belonged to them for too long, and the rules of chess have been formulated for them for too long, so long as everyone feels it was born like this."

"But I can't give up, no matter how loud they laugh, how bad they scold me, what they use to hinder me, how dirty jokes are to arrange me, what to get close to the Duke, I don't know how many people slept, I'm going to put them down. Worn things like--what's the joke, my old lady is the number one shrew in the six big villages, I haven't heard any pornography, and haven't kicked the ugly ones!"

  Unknowingly, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, the moonlight fell, and the blue smoke surrounded the observatory.

  Sonia snorted:

"I stayed, I persisted. I worked hard, studied, observed, and failed in the competitions with men and those'strong'. Then gradually, I was the most inconspicuous, the most neglected, and the most popular. Where people laughed, they found something interesting, but most people dismissed things."

   "I have a better sense of balance. I can trot on the single-plank bridge where they can't stand, and walk like flying on the bumpy and broken road."

   "I am small, light weight, able to penetrate smaller gaps, hide in narrower bushes, and be equipped with different types of mounts."

  Sonia opened her mouth round, and gently exhaled a hollow smoke ring.

  "I have more coordinated and flexible fingers and wrists. My weapon straps are more delicate, tighter, and easier to adjust than them. My longbow is more accurate, more handy and tighter than them."

  "Smell, sight, and hearing, I have more sensitive perception than many people, so that for a while John said that my nose is better than his hound."

"I can tolerate pain, cold, and hunger better than a considerable part of the soldiers-probably from my mother. When I was young, she had to earn a living after doing farm work. She had to squat by the river for several hours and wash herself. Countless pots of clothes, and I still don't know how she did it."

"In a harsh environment, I can hide in hiding and persist for a long, long time-although I have little energy, I consume less, and even after exhausting my full strength, I only need to rest for half of their time. Eat half of their food and you can stand up alive again."

"In long-distance runs that are longer than the longest, or in cross-country, I may not be faster than them, not necessarily more conspicuous than them, but more stable, more precise than them, and less prone to fatigue, sleepiness, dizziness and loss. "

  Thyls was fascinated.

"In this way, patience, balance, adaptability, memory, detail and ingenuity, toughness and recovery rate; low consumption, high sensitivity-and you know, I only recently discovered that women live longer than men-even In the age of peace."

  Fortress Flower curled her lips:

"So I learned to use my ability to endure pain, use more reliable parts to meet the attack, and gritted my teeth when they were surprised, "Why don't you fall?" I learned to choose the one that is more suitable for me. The battlefield environment, instead of sitting down on the flat ground, slap your wrists with them; if none of these work, then simply avoid the front, fight a war of attrition, hide yourself, mobilize your opponent, and bet he is tired before me. Paralysis, freeze out first, and faint first."

  She patted her thigh and sighed:

   "Of course, all the above qualities, men do not admit that I am better than them, there are always people who retort, there are always people 'you go to compare with the royal guard?', but they only admit it..."

  Sonia blinked and pointed to Thales' head:

   "My mind."

   "Although I think this is because John first said, 'She's smarter than you', and they don't want to, dare not offend the Duke."

   Thales chuckled softly.

  Sonia got up to it, holding a cigarette in one hand and waving with the other, regardless of the splash of saliva and stars:

   "You know, men always think that men are smarter, rational, calmer, more able to hide emotions, more determined and rational, while women-they are slower, irrational, weaker, emotionally unstable, and only understand hysteria."

"But in my military career for so long, I haven't noticed this. You know, almost every big soldier is irritable, irritable, and impulsive. I can't help but want to hit or do a shot without being forced to do it for three days. She doesn't seem to be much better than women."

  Sonia shook her head:

   "I don't know where the conclusion that'men are more rational' came from."

   "It's from a man," Thales said suddenly, "You know, the more you lack, the more you have to blow."

  Sonia was taken aback, then laughed.

   "Wait, don't you listen to anger?"

  Fortress Flower put away the laughter.

   "When most men hear this, they will become so angry that they will deny their anger and jump their feet. At least they will say 'you can't overturn a boat with a single pole'?"

  Tels shrugged:

   "Isn't that right in your arms, "Man is irrational"?"

   "Oh, oh, you reacted really fast," Sonia frowned, "I want to mention this in the future. Someone must refute, 'Look, His Royal Highness Thales is also a man, he is very sensible.'"

   "It's not necessary."

   Thales politely waved his hand and leaned back: "I have no plans to share a few."

  Sonia laughed heartily again.

  She raised her head, looking at the bright moon surrounded by stars, with emotion:

  "In short, make up for the strengths, I am me, I will do my thing, instead of doing what they want me to do according to their standards, and pointlessly prove to them that 'I can be a man'."

  Tyles suddenly felt that the bone ring in the front seemed to be less heavy.

   "You passed the assessment of the guards?"

  At that moment, Sonia's smile faded.

  "While I was waiting for the next opportunity to try to subvert the rules, the assessment was unexpected and came early."

  Fortress Flower stood up and took a deep breath.

  "A group of thieves and bandits entered the Wang's Hunting Forest and settled down. The Star Lake Guard took the recruits to suppress the bandits, but the intelligence was wrong. They were not ordinary thieves, but the leading scouts leading the rebels."

  Her words are a bit lonely.

   "We were dragged in the woods for a whole month. We suffered heavy losses. We were cut off from the road, and we were unable to advance or retreat."

  Sonia slowly nodded:

   "It was the battle. I passed the assessment."

  Tyles listened to her understatement and calm words, and suddenly realized what a thrilling story was hidden behind it.

"But I also understand one thing: on the real battlefield, when people on both sides pounce on each other like beasts, when your enemy just wants to poke a knife and his hand into your stomach, when your comrade's intestines When mixing with blood and leaking out..."

  Fortress Flower's face became cold, and he lifted the few cigarettes left:

   "No one bird, you are a male or female."

  The other party's words reminded Thales of the countless **** experiences he had experienced. He couldn't help but darken and stood up:

"I'm very sorry."

  Sonia shook her head, not caring:

"In this way, I discovered another advantage of mine: my mind. No matter what the environment, I can grit my teeth and calm down. Where is the team's position, what state each person is in, what the enemy might do next, and what should we do next, to make more favorable and rational decisions..."

  Tyles had a strange expression: "But I remember, you just said before, you are in Broken Dragon Fortress, how many blinds are you playing?"

  Sonia laughed, clapping her thighs:

   "So I don't have a few!"

  Thyls was startled and speechless for a while.

  "There is another example. In the Scarlet Year, we and the Exter people were caught in a tug of war along the banks of the Shepherd River."

  The year of blood.

  Tyers heard this term, and smiled.

"Araka and his Fury Guard are the vanguards. They will not hesitate to fight without fear of death. They dared to fight against Exeter's army in field battle. The warriors of the North who fell into his hands are unknown. The name of'Kingdom's Fury' According to Xilu, it is said that the first question that King Lien Nuen gets up every day is, "Is Araka Mu dead?"

  Fortress Flower shook her finger and curled her mouth:

"And just as Araka's name became bigger and bigger, the star people died more, more desperate, more fanatical, and your father even wanted to enlist juvenile soldiers into the army and burn with the Northlanders. I calmed down. I am. Think, we can't do this, and then I'll do one thing.”

"What's up?"

  Sonia took a deep breath:

  "Before Araka's one-to-one mad dog play and let him and his men die, I bypassed the main battlefield and went deep behind the enemy, abruptly in the northern territory occupied by the Exeters..."

   "Retaken the cold castle."

  The tone of her words is also an understatement, as if it doesn't matter.

  The year of blood, retake the cold castle...

  But Thales connected to his memory, and his discoloration suddenly changed after he figured it out:

"what?"

   "Why, don't you believe it?" Sonia raised her eyebrows.

  Tyles blinked vigorously, trying to recall his historical knowledge:

"No... wait, as far as I know, two hundred years ago, "Northern Conqueror" Ellija mobilized soldiers from all over the country and laid down three-sided pockets. In the meantime, there were countless tactics and fights. It was thanks to luck that she won Go down to the largest and most fertile winter castle in the north, and force the Exeters to retreat to the northern plains and the Black Sand Mountains..."

  He stared at the fortress flower in disbelief:

   "But in the **** years, you went north alone, helpless, and faced the threat of a hundred thousand army. How did you do it? Why did I never hear about it?"

  But Sonya just smiled mysteriously.

"According to the old man Sudor, one of the prerequisites for King Nunn's willingness to negotiate is not to disclose the truth about the loss of the winter castle. "

  Thyls suddenly looked strange when he thought of King Nunn's voice and smile.

"Are you doubting?" Sonia was very dissatisfied with his attitude, "Hey, do you think that Val Allende, the guy with the taller eye, why has he treated me respectfully for more than ten years and has never lacked supplies? The cat is short? And his daughter, why is Miranda willing to serve under me? Because I am the one who took the head of the old Duke Dylan off the castle gate and returned it to the Allende family!"

   "And conversely, why did your father ask me to guard the fortress instead of Arak Mu, who is more famous and can scare the northerners?"

  Sonia raised her arms with a cigarette:

   "Is it because I look good?"

  Thyls thought about it and nodded: "You are really good-looking."

  At that moment, Sonya's expression froze, and the cigarette fell from her mouth to the ground.

   Thales reacted and quickly explained:

   "I mean, that, when you fight, you look good-you smoked."

  Sonia seems to be very uncomfortable with such an answer. While leaning over to pick up her cigarette, she was surprised, doubted, delighted, introspected, and denied. Her expression kept changing for several seconds.

   "Cut, it looks good, do you mean it includes these?"

   She straightened up with a light hum, lifted her clothes to expose the skin on her ribs, and then opened her neckline to reveal her shoulders and collarbone:

   "There are more of these?"

  Tels was taken aback.

  That is...scar.

  Gosh.

I saw Sonia's clothes, from the side to the back, from the shoulders to the neck, and there were pits and pits everywhere, full of intertwined scars, arrows and burns, including sun marks. The old and new skin were entangled in different shades. .

  This is the price of transforming from a farmer's daughter to a fortress flower?

  Tels stared at the scar on the opponent's body in a daze. It took him a while to realize what was happening, and turned away embarrassedly:

   "Yes, including them, you also look good-on other standards."

  Fortress Flower frowned, she **** her clothes and looked at Thales again:

   "Strange, you don't seem to be politely rounding off, such as euphemisms like'you are very heroic' or'very characteristic'."

  She scratched her head.

"Since my parents passed away, no one has praised me for being beautiful, and my mother even advised me to'don't be surprised by appearance'-damn it, it feels strange to be praised for being beautiful, this is Williams' daily life in the Western Wilderness Life?"

  Thyls's expression turned black.

  No, he can guarantee that in the Western Wilderness, no one dares to praise the beauty of Legendary Wings.

  At least not dare to boast in person.

   Thales coughed: "You, that, actually, just say thank you."

  But he remembered something.

   "No wonder."

   Thales sighed:

"It's no wonder that the stubborn old man of King Nunn would be willing to sit down and negotiate with the stars in the Scarlet Years, not because Gilbert's tongue is full of flowers, nor because the kingdom's wrath is terrifying, and it is not because of my father's young soldiers. "

  "It's because of you," Thales stared at each other. "Because of the cold castle, King Nunn made the final decision, and finally brought the "Fortress Peace Treaty."

   "Countless people in the Star Kingdom owe you great kindness."

  But Sonia just smiled slightly and waved her hand: "John said, fame is like Donglu's shit-cough, okay, well, it's nice to be praised occasionally."

  She scratched her chin, enjoying the last few puffs of smoke.

  Looking at the other person like this, Thales couldn't help feeling sigh.

  In contrast, he went to Exeter seven years ago to stop the war... it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

"I have a question," Thales frowned. "The same as the generals in the Scarlet Years who were appointed to the ranks and commanded the standing army of the royal family. Why, why did the Kingdom's Fury and the Wings of Legend make the baron, and you , Sonia Sutherley, who made the world's best, is just a lady lord?"

   "Yes, I'm also very curious," Fortress Flower's face was full of irony, "More than that, I'm still in the bottom of the so-called three coaches."

  Speaking of this, she seemed to be full of complaints:

  "And the flower of the fortress-damn, which warrior likes to be called 'flower'? Is it waiting to be fertilized, pruned, picked, taken to give someone a confession, or is it waiting to bloom and then wither?"

  "Why don't you see them called Araka's "Flower of the Kingdom" and Roman's "Flower of Legend"? Really, if you have seen that little white face, you will understand that this is his nickname, okay?"

  Her evaluation of Williams caused Thales to nod repeatedly:

   "Then what do you want to be called?"

  This really stumped Sonia.

   "Well, let me think about it, uh, the wolf of the fortress?"

  Tels chuckled and laughed.

"Very good," Fortress Flower looked at him for a while, and suddenly smiled, "Now you make me feel that you are the first to save a deserter when you first arrived at the fortress. A crying child."

  Tyers smiled stiffly, and his expression became embarrassed.

   "I used to have so many prestigious things, you have to mention this."

  Sonia shook her head, implying:

   "For me, this is far more prestigious than the horrible thing that you used to force the palace with your sword."

   Thales fell silent, thoughtful.

  Sonia continued to smoke her cigarette with a deep expression.

  A few seconds later, Thales suddenly said:

   "Can you give me a bite?"

  Sonia was startled at first, but she understood something and smiled evilly: "Oh? Where did 'children can't smoke" go?"

  "Imperial custom, a man will be an adult at the age of fourteen." Thales has no shame.

  Sonia looked at him and smiled. The former stretched out her hand holding the cigarette to him: "Let's relax, the smuggled goods from the dragon kiss are old and expensive."

  Then I will feed you for nothing.

   "Don't worry, share cigarettes, not a few with you... By the way, I still remember that you just slapped me, **** you."

   "Hey, if you want to **** back, please wait anytime."

   "Forget it, I don't dare to **** the wolf of the fortress."

  Tels unceremoniously took the cigarette from the fortress flower, put it in his mouth, and took a deep breath.

   "Cough! Cough! Cough cough cough!"

  Only the first bite, Thales coughed again and again by the wonderful pungency, shivering in the clouds and mist he vomited, he hurriedly handed the cigarette back, swearing not to taste the second bite.

   "Oh, I've missed you, you can't be a soldier," Sonia took back her cigarette, gloating, "It's okay to be a smoker."

  Thyls was busy coughing and had to stretch out a **** to respond.

   "What is this? I seem to have seen that dumb do it to Miranda."

  "This is the Northland—well, the general friendly gesture for the stars of the South to greet."

  Sonia smiled slightly, smoked the last puff, and raised her **** to him as it was:

   "Hello, you little bastard!"

   "Anyway, thank you," the prince finally relieved, he turned around, facing the forest in the distance of Star Lake Castle, "I have figured it out a lot, and I feel better."

"real?"

"real."

  At that moment, the weight of "Gortaksa" was no longer as heavy as a man's back.

  Tels raised his head, facing the gentle moonlight, exclaimed:

   "I suddenly realized that compared to what you have faced, what you have faced, and what you are facing, the battlefield I'm going into doesn't seem to be that difficult or so bad."

  As a newcomer and challenger of the game, he can't put on a few fakes, pretend to be them, and follow their rules.

  Never can.

  　 is a little tired, there should be a lot of language problems, and I will review it tomorrow.

  (End of this chapter)

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