"Thanks."

"What?"

Sylvia repeated: "I said thank you, thank you for that day."

Sean was silent for a few seconds: "I'm just doing what I have to do."

"Well, General Sean, this is my retirement application." Sylvia took out a document bag from the bag beside her. "I know the rules of the military. The retirement application and review can be done at the same time. I hope it

It can be passed as soon as possible.”

Sean said in surprise: "You want to leave?"

"I haven't seen my daughter and my husband for a long time. I miss them very much. Maybe this is the best choice. I have calculated that after retiring, I can get a lot of retirement fees and subsidies, which is enough for us.

Go buy a farm in another mobile city and live a peaceful life."

At this point, Sean knew that Sylvia had decided to go and had no intention of staying in Londinium.

Perhaps she had made plans when she learned the news that the king was dead.

A few days later, Sylvia came to the office again, this time with a few more people.

"Hello, Ms. Sylvia, here are the documents you need, as well as related materials. It will be over soon."

During the whole process, Sean remained silent until everything was over, and Vaifan took the initiative to speak: "It seems they want me to leave quickly."

"Many people are quite wary of you, but you can rest easy now, because your trouble is about to leave. But after you leave, the old nobles will introduce new candidates. By the way, Huron was sentenced to prison. He was accused of many crimes.

For this crime, I probably won’t be able to get out of jail in this life.”

"Ah."

Sylvia chuckled lightly and said lightly: "That's it, I've got the retirement certificate and the gold pound. It doesn't matter whether I get the demobilization certificate or not. I probably won't come back. Okay, I'm leaving, General Sean

, maybe you and I will never have the chance to meet again, I wish you good luck."

"Actually, I have already submitted my resignation."

Sean spread his hands: "I have spent half my life on the battlefield, and I don't want to deal with those disgusting nobles for the rest of my life, so I will leave the Ministry of Defense soon."

"where are you going?"

"Royal Guards College, they gave me an invitation letter. I also plan to be a professor there for my pension. Sylvia, I heard that you have a daughter. If she grows up, she wants to come to Lentini."

Mm, you can write me a letter of recommendation."

Sylvia raised her eyebrows: "Ha, don't even think about harming my daughter!"

Vaifan stood up and was about to leave, when Sean's deep voice came from behind: "The person you are looking for fell into the man-made river that night and never appeared again. I have confirmed it for you."

Sylvia paused for a moment, then left without looking back.

When she left the Ministry of Defense, stepping into the warm morning sunshine, the city was recovering from the chaos.

…

In the other direction of Londinium, the young girl Aslan left under the escort of several knights. She looked back at her hometown, with no nostalgia or sadness in her eyes. She was about to leave here and start a new life.

"Your Highness..."

"Don't call me Your Highness."

"Yes, Miss Vina, Madam has selected some retainers for you, and they will leave with you."

Young Aslan whispered: "I will come back one day."

"Yes, you will definitely come back."

…

"Dad, where are we going?"

"Another mobile city in Victoria, we're going to take a ride."

The fat man was teasing his little daughter, accompanied by his wife, who was not in good mental condition.

"Dad, when can I see my brother?"

The man said gently: "Gray is waiting for us in that city. We will have a new life. We won't have to live in the basement anymore, and the weather will become warmer."

The little daughter held the doll and asked again: "What about Mr. Fourth?"

"Mr. Fourth may have left the city. He is very busy."

"oh."

No matter what, life must go on.

…

"Arizona, even if you don't have a fief, you are still a noble. This will not change."

A gentle man with a beautiful moustache was comforting a wanderer who had returned from afar. However, this journey was so difficult and dangerous that it made an energetic young man feel sluggish. Maybe it was a physical injury or a mental blow.

.

"Thank you, Mr. Vincent, I'll cheer up."

It could be seen that the young man in front of him needed a family and a safe environment. Vincent turned and left the room. After nodding to Joel at the door, he walked to the living room, where there was another guest.

"Count Vincent."

"Monk, I've been waiting for a long time. The person you want to see is here."

The person standing in front of Vincent was Kelsey. She looked in the direction and found the target in the garden of the manor.

The little girl with long platinum blond hair was sitting in the pavilion, her face flushed red from cold. She raised her head and saw Kelsey.

"Who are you?"

"Kelsey, you can call me monk."

"Brother Kelsey, are you here to comfort me too?"

It seemed that the little girl already knew, and Count Vincent did not want to hide it from her.

Kelsey shook her head, holding a new pocket watch in her hand.

"This is daddy's thing!"

Holding the pocket watch tightly with her little hands, the little girl neither cried nor fussed. Maybe her tears had dried up long ago, or maybe she suppressed her sadness deep in her heart.

Kelsey knelt on one leg in front of the little girl, and like magic, took out another red flower and handed it to her with both hands: "What's your name?"

"Isabella, Isabella William."

…

Under the same sky, when Sylvia, who had returned to her hometown, walked out of the car exhaustedly carrying her luggage and suitcases, the little girl in a dress who had been waiting by the station jumped up to her and hugged her tightly.

"Mom! Mom! I miss you so much!"

"Mom misses you too!"

The mother and daughter look very similar, as if they were carved from the same mold.

Sylvia raised her head and found her husband looking over with a smile.

It's time for them to go home.

"Mom, tell me a story tonight!"

"Okay, let's tell... the story of the explorer."

"An explorer? Dad bought a novel, written by the great writer Alexander Augustus. It also writes stories about explorers. The protagonist is Thomas Coatman..."
Chapter completed!