Sooner or later this land will be dyed with blood, and darkness will spread endlessly. They are shouting and eager to possess all of this. We are forced into the corner of the sky, and they enslave us ruthlessly.

I can see that my descendants have carried the mission of revenge, and for some reason, I can't be happy at all.

The Holy Mountain of Gal, which is my hometown, has been submerged in history. In my memory, my father is an extremely powerful dragon. It is fair and selfless, and has been silently dedicated.

Among humans, those strong men who have become legendary figures, I don’t know why, they are willing to stay in Mount Gal and become loyal servants.

Even the shamans of the Beast, the royal family of the elves, and the kings of the dwarfs, is it more meaningful to be a servant in the Holy Mountain of Gal than they already have?

On this holy mountain, I am an irreplaceable princess, but at the foot of the mountain, I become a slave, even a sinner in their eyes.

He is a great knight who supports the hope of mankind with his shoulders. I admire him very much and willingly fight with him, crying and laughing together, and watching the stars in the night sky together.

Maybe the dragon and humans cannot live in peace. They are born opposite each other. I don’t remember what day it was. He betrayed me ruthlessly, and the feeling was heart-wrenching.

The Dragon Princess's anger was ruinous. The Knight knew it very well, but he still did it without hesitation.

In the end, my blood stained the earth red, my body was split into pieces, and they were scattered and sealed. At the moment my heart was taken out, what I was thinking was to look at the knight, because I was afraid that after I was sleeping forever, I would never remember what he looked like.

My childhood was miserable. I didn’t expect that after adulthood, there would be such a tragic ending. My descendants would restart the war, or they hoped that I could recover again.

Can I choose? I don’t know. Maybe on that day, the right to choose will not be with me, and I am very scared.

Dear Knight, I'm afraid you have been dead for many years. After all, human life span is far from that of a giant dragon. Sorry, I can't remember you anymore. I'm Hena Baikal, the princess of Mount Gal.

What is the standard for becoming a lunatic? It is low intelligence, shameful behavior or full of dangers, and likes to hurt others.

Perhaps we can define two types of madman, one is that we have lost the bottom line of being a human being, and the other is that the bottom line of being a human being is far higher than the standard of a normal person.

"What the hell are you doing? Where is the master's coffee!"

A sharp voice sounded in the kitchen of Black Thorn Manor. Today is definitely not a good day for the servants here. It seems that there is a roulette that determines their destiny.

When the roulette turns, when the pointer points to you, it means that your death knell is ringing. At this time, you can do nothing and can only let fear overwhelm yourself.

"Faba pulls aunt, old, master, coffee is here." The maid looked pale, she looked very young, holding the plate tremblingly, leaning weakly against the closet.

"Why don't you send it over quickly? Do you want to die?" Babala shouted angrily. The bad morning had already made her unable to maintain a gentle posture.

"I, I, I dare not, Amanda, she just went there and never came back, no, she came back." The maid said stammeringly, she was already crying anxiously.

Bang!

"Go quickly, do you want me to die with you? Very good, then I'll kill you now!"

After slapping the other party hard, Barbara pushed the maid out of the kitchen.

Compared with the servants, the swordsmen's life seemed to be much better. At least the death was not found. Last night's nightmare brought all the great swordsmen to hell.

The only ones who were still in the manor were the swordsmen and trainee swordsmen. They were thinking about each other, and some of them had already thought about leaving here.

Compared to servants, swordsmen are much more sensitive and can easily understand some subtle changes.

The atmosphere of the Black Thorns is completely wrong, which is the common perception of most swordsmen, and perhaps a devastating disaster will come soon.

"Hehehe, wuwuwu, huh hehe."

Weird laughter came from a remote house in the manor, where few servants usually walked around, and there were fences with livestock nearby.

The stinking smell is the characteristic of this place. Mosquitoes and flies regard it as a paradise. The plants around them are full of vitality and they grow extremely lush.

The animals greedily enjoy these foods that are within their reach, nourishing them with excretion, forming the lowest ecological cycle.

"Die, die, huh hee."

"Ah, cry!"

"Ahem, ahem."

In the dark little room, there was only a window about a ruler wide, and the smell was stinking. On the wet and sticky ground, a figure hunched his body tremblingly.

From time to time, he picked up the dirt on the ground and smeared it on his body. From his figure, he should be an old man, but he was too dirty. If he wanted to see his appearance, he would probably have to take a shower.

Milell, a loyal servant, has been a servant here since Rock's grandfather became the heir to the Black Thorn Manor, and when he was young, he adopted a girl and raised her as a daughter.

After arriving at Ur Black Thorns, Milell received the best gift, which was Rock's father gave his daughter the identity of a civilian.

Not long after, Milair's daughter left the town with her ideal, and no one knew where she went. At least until now, Black Thorn Manor had never heard from her.

Is Millai really crazy? It seems that if he is a normal person, he will never treat himself like this. Even if he has to face death, he hopes to leave cleanly.

If it is for the sake of a last resort, it is a different matter. At least Rock believes that he is not a lunatic. Perhaps he may change his mind after seeing Milère's current situation with his own eyes.

So far, there is still no movement in the ruling hall, which has forced the anxious civilians to think about it. Could it be that what happened last night was related to Randolph.

The bold people are even guessing whether they want to carry out a major cleaning of the town of Miral.

No matter how the civilians view this matter, the nobles were honest today. Even during afternoon tea, they were too lazy to go out. It seemed that they could only feel at ease if they stayed at home.

Before Randolph took action, the nobles would think that the danger was not lifted.

One thing that is incomprehensible is that almost no one has linked this incident to Rock. Perhaps they are too busy and too slim to think about this.

This is very good for Rock himself, and he fully feels the benefits of mediocrity. It seems that Miral is much more cute now than before.

After staying in the goblin tavern for a long time, Rock found that his family had fallen in love with it, so he solved it directly here for lunch, which made Martha feel disappointed.

Fortunately, Yag was having lunch there, which could give Martha some comfort.
Chapter completed!