"Tell me, everything about this mansion once was!"

Chen Ran held the hand holding the umbrella and was a little excited. A glimmer of hope arose in his eyes. The questions that had been for a long time were constantly on the surface of reality. He was eager to know everything here.

"Big...Sir...You've hurt me..."

Luola could not resist Chen Ran's enthusiastic eyes, her pretty face turned red, and she couldn't help but lower her head and dared not look at her. Feeling the sound of rain splashing beside her, she resisted the soreness in her hands and suggested: "Sir, I can tell you, but please go to the room and tell me that the clothes in the stand must be splashed."

Chen Ran didn't say much, picked up the umbrella in Luola's hand and hurriedly pulled him back under the eaves.

Although he didn't know why Chen Ran cared about the process of the mansion, Luola could not refuse Chen Ran's request. When Chen Ran talked about the past, Luola even felt a little unbearable in his eyes, as if it was a process of unwilling to recall.

A little complicated appeared in Rora's eyes: "Sir, if you want to know what happened here, come with me. There are still some things left by my former master in my room."

...

"Can't beef!"

In a dark small room, there are big and small things stored. It is said to be a bedroom, but in fact there is no difference between it and a utility room.

This small room of only ten square meters is the room where Rora lives. Even if she is one of the best female slaves, she lives in the lowest cottage, no different from the servants. With her appearance, if she is in the Turin Empire or Icardan, such treatment will definitely be incredible.

"The room is a bit messy. Don't care."

Rola quickly cleaned up a chaotic room.

Her room was not dirty, but she had a little too much storage, so she looked a little bloated. For the hardworking Austro-Hungarian women, they knew the best how to clean their rooms. No one could do better in this situation.

Chen Ran looked at the room and walked over, but he stepped on something. He saw a pile of debris falling down. Luola hurried forward to apologize and piled up the things again.

There was a special painting on the wall, which seemed to be a family. In the middle was a middle-aged man dressed in a robe, and next to him was a beautiful and skillful woman. In front of the woman was a pretty little girl with her long linen hair combed into a cute little twist, hanging in front of her, and in her arms was a brown cloth-bag bear.

This is an oil painting, but it is very realistic and vivid, and the characters are already worthy of a work of art.

Chen Ran looked at the happy family in the painting. He thought that the people above all looked familiar, especially the little girl in the painting.

"Sir, they are the original owners of this mansion. Where we are now standing here. Originally, there was a border guard named Hita Empire. The people above were the prince of Hita Empire, his wife, and his daughter. Until this place was conquered by His Majesty the War Emperor, almost all the males were killed, and almost all the females acted as female slaves. The ordinary female slaves were humiliated by the warriors. Those with a little beauty were sent to those soldiers who had made contributions."

Speaking of that process, a trace of pain appeared in Luola's eyes, and it seemed that from that moment on, his fate had changed significantly. Without that history, perhaps, with Luola's appearance, he could have found a good family.

"How many years ago did that happen?"

Chen Ran looked at the painting and was extremely focused.

"How many years? I can't remember it. It seems that it has been ten years. When it happened, I was only seventeen years old and had just entered the prince's mansion and became a female servant under my wife."

"Have you been ten years?" Chen Ran looked at the little girl in the painting and compared her time. It seemed that it was roughly consistent with the age of the girl in her mind. He pointed to the thirteen-year-old girl in the painting and said, "What is her name?"

"She is the little princess, Sanria. At that time, she was four or five years younger than me, a very cute girl," Lola shook her head and said, "But when the city defense was suddenly broken, she was pulled away by a general under the Emperor of War who liked girls, and there were several other girls... On that day, the Austro-Hungarian army, which had been conquered for a long time, was like a group of wild beasts, venting revenge on everything. Emperor of War raped his wife until death in front of the prince to relieve all the depression before."

Not to mention more, that day, Lola must have been played with by some unknown generals. Being able to live at that time was a celebration.

"Let's talk about the process of that year, I'll listen."

Chen Ran found a cushion, sat down heavily, and listened carefully to Luola's story about what happened that year.

At that time, the walls of Mister City were tall and had steep walls that were dangerous, easy to defend and difficult to attack. Even His Majesty the Emperor of War could not attack, and the invincible cavalry could not be used at all.

The long-term stagnation made the Emperor of War deeply hate this place. After a long period of time, the Emperor of War actually brought a few elites to climb up the mountains and relied on his arrogant strength to fight for a bloody path. Even though all the elites were exhausted, the Emperor of War still opened the gate of the city like a god of war. When he was seriously injured, he still put his invincible cavalry in, launching the most revengeful blow to the city.

On that day, all the men in the city were slaughtered and the Austro-Hungarian soldiers would not let go of every woman in front of them, and used all kinds of unbearable storms. They swept away like locusts, plundering all the wealth here, and destroying all the intact things. The Emperor of War expressed his will in the most common way, because Mister City was one of the most tenacious cities, so the revenge was particularly fierce.

Just like at that time, Rora was lucky at that time. Because of him, she fainted halfway through. Although she was humiliated afterwards, she was at least not as uncomfortable as she thought.

The Emperor of War has always been an inconspicuous person. He has always threatened his opponents. The stronger the resistance, the stronger the revenge, and make the opponent tremble and lighter the opponent. This is the most commonly used psychological warfare. But if the opponent who can make him angry, he will respect it very much. He destroyed all this, but set up a tombstone for the prince's family and preserved the complete body and buried it in the cemetery outside the city. The prince will undoubtedly die, and the wife, who had the opportunity to become the concubine of the Emperor of War, committed suicide and followed the prince...

"Where is that girl?" Chen Ran asked when Rora said this.

"I'm not very clear about the situation of the little princess that day. I didn't see it with my own eyes, but she seemed to be dead, and her name was also on the tombstone."

"I know."

Chen Ran closed his eyes and digested everything in his mind.

Sanria, even the readers are so similar, it should be Leah. Although she didn't know what happened later, she should have escaped. The girl on the tombstone must not be herself.

Combined with everything she did at that time, such hatred, the family was ruined, the parents were all humiliated, the country was ruined, the family was ruined, and from a princess who was a proud daughter to a helpless girl who went to the forest of Warcraft alone to find the answer. It is no wonder that she could ignore everything. Even if she fought for her life, she had to stubbornly reach the end...

Suddenly, Chen Ran found that his hatred for Leah was much weaker at that time.

With his strength at that time, how could he compete with the most powerful God of War in the mainland?

But why don't you tell me, Leah, is it just because I don't have that strength?

Maybe you don’t know that even if the man around you is weak, he can still face the whole world with you. No matter how hard he lives in the future, he will not regret it. That romance that belongs to an otaku...

Well, though, he does get better and better in the days to come.

Maybe, this is fate.

At this moment, Rora seemed to recall something.

"By the way," she bent down, searched for some nearby things, and found a calendar, and suddenly said: "It seems that that day was exactly today, today, and today happened to be the day when the city was broken, the death day of the prince and his wife for ten years..."

"What?"

Chen Ran blinked, and a sense of confusion appeared in his eyes.

"Yes, today is the death day of the prince and his wife," Lola nodded, with a bit of bitterness in his eyes: "At that time, as the prince's wife's personal maid, the lady was very nice to me. If I hadn't been able to go out, I would have gone to his tomb for a sacrifice."

"It's okay, I'm not in a good mood today, so you can accompany me out for a walk," Chen Ran stood up and picked up the painting: "Can you give this to me?"

"Sir, if you like it, just take it. Anyway, it is an optional decoration for me," Rolla's eyes were a little curious: "I don't know what the relationship between sir and the prince and the others, it seems..."

"You don't need to know, just follow me," Chen Ran put the painting into the storage ring and walked out the door: "Okay, accompany me to have a walk outside the city."

...

The hillside outside Mister City is desolate.

The battle I experienced back then even left tens of thousands of people here, especially on rainy days, the whole mountain was filled with cold moisture.

It is said that the resentment here was soaring that the ghosts could even be heard at night. In a country like the Austro-Hungarian Empire, few people would come to worship the dead.

There is almost no name in front of a large number of messy tombs, but it is just famous with vague numbers. This is the most 10,000-person pit, which looks a bit cold.

But somewhere, there are some carefully carved tombstones. Those tombs were specially built by the War Emperor.

Even so, those stone tombstones that were still pretty good at the time were covered with thick moss and desolate because they had not been taken care of for a long time.

But at this moment, there was a faint white figure kneeling in front of the rain curtain.

...

…(To be continued...)
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