Until now.

Then it came quietly.

In the silent night light of the entire city, the extraditer of the forgotten people quietly took away the last trace of regret.

Although Su Wen now does not have the authority of Afterglow Branlett.

There are no relics representing the power of the gods.

But he still silently put his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

Then he continued:

"Angelia, do you remember what I told you before the pilgrimage?"

Su Wen said gently.

The girl nodded slightly:

"Mom, she likes snowy days very much.

I hope there will be snow all over the sky tomorrow."

"I think.

The first snow in Siberia probably won’t stop so easily

Do you mind letting me try the piano?"

The girl nodded.

then.

Su Wen sat in front of the piano.

Three minutes later.

The melodious and extremely beautiful piano sound quietly drifted into the night sky.

One was composed by master Richard Clayderman:

Bade pour adeline

Another one:

It's "Kiss the Rain"

Both pieces of music come from essays on photos of Angelia's mother.

"It just so happens that I have dabbled in both of these two pieces of music."

Su Wen replied gently.

Melting into the night with the sound of the piano.

Snowflakes drifted away in the dim light of the street lamp, falling from the dark night into a white dream.

The last regret of my trip to Moscow also happened quietly.

Ended by the world's loneliest savior.

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after one day.

Su Wen and Angelia were dressed in black.

They are holding umbrellas.

White stone path through Luoxue Cemetery.

Came to a neat tombstone:

That's Pamela's tomb.

The girl carefully swept away the fallen snow in front of the tombstone.

Then, she gently placed a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, white lilies, and calla lilies there:

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"That's enough."

What should be said.

Angelia probably narrated it clearly in her dream yesterday.

She still remembered her sweet dream last night.

In her dream, she dreamed of her mother.

Right now.

In the snow falling all over the sky.

Two middle-aged men in black coats also approached.

Su Wen is no stranger to them.

One is Garfield, executive officer of the Moscow Night Watch in the Russian Federation.

another.

It was Duke Leander.

His eyes looked at Angelia.

But in the end, it still landed on Pamesha's portrait with a gentle smile on the tombstone.

then.

The middle-aged man in a coat also took out a bouquet and placed it in front of the tombstone.

Two bouquets of flowers were lined up quietly in front of the tombstone.

For some reason, they are all composed of white chrysanthemums, white lilies, and calla lilies.

There are some inexplicable similarities.

now.

No one spoke.

Ten seconds later.

Executive Garfield broke the quiet scene:

"Duke Leander, you only have one hour."

He sighed and continued:

"But I can use my private rights.

I’ll extend your time to five hours. If you have anything to say, tell me now.”

Hear this.

Duke Leander shook his head and replied:

"One hour is enough."

He walked up to Su Wen.

He said to him in a calm tone:

"Mr. Kevin.

Regarding Angelia, I haven't formally thanked you yet.

I don't know what exactly you want.

But after I left.

I hope you can fulfill your promise and take good care of her."

Mr. Deacon nodded silently.

He is not a troublesome person.

Therefore, we will neither promise nor break our oath easily:

"Mr. Duke, you don't have to worry.

Since I have received payment, this is the obligation I should fulfill."

Compared to his previous appearance, which looked slightly weathered, Duke Leandre's complexion looks better, probably because he was injected with the God gene.

This is a change brought about by the level of life, but more importantly, it may be due to the change in Leander's mentality.

"No need to call me Duke, it's time for me to go."

The man in the coat waved his hand.

He walked towards the distance,
To be continued...