The last game of the world tour was arranged at Beverly**, which is his end. Although after each concert, countless fanatical admirers would yell in unison: "Don't never end!" But what can exist forever? Even a true god can't help but weaken and die. ()

On an extremely bright and peaceful morning, the undead from the ectopic plane stood on a small stone balcony outside the door of the large living room and narrowed his eyes slightly while thinking about such a serious philosophical proposition while fully enjoying a cup of blue-purple lavender iced tea. The space here is enough to accommodate four chairs and a large round table and have a beautiful view on the avenue.

Their living place in Bevery is still the apartment house that has been transformed into an unrecognizable one. After all, the security personnel in Sallieri are most familiar with this place, but the security facilities are also perfect and more than a dozen suites are enough for all relevant personnel to live in. To a certain extent, it also reduces the difficulty of security work.

The morning air is extremely fresh and the spring sunshine is warm and gentle. People on the streets are walking in a hurry between willow catkins and the pollen of the sycamore tree. The expression on their faces is satisfied and soft - except for those with pollen allergies.

"Ha... chirp." The sound of a sneeze that seemed a bit dull was the brief pause in the middle that Lord Ferry came out, proof of his patience but unfortunate failure.

He looked at the newspaper on the desktop and pressed his itchy nose with a handkerchief. Finally, he decided to finish his work and then take corresponding measures for his local pollen allergy.

The work of the Crown Prince's private secretary is very heavy and trivial. The handling of communications and confidentiality or critical issues is sorted out and records. Arrange appointments to provide direct guidance and resolution on unimportant matters, and deal with problems arising from official duties... The Crown Prince's ideas and opinions are even clearer - they can even preside over the progress of secondary work within the scope of authorization or make suggestions on an important work. This suggestion cannot be ignored by others.

The same goes for the clippings of newspapers every morning - it seems like a small thing, but it is difficult to persevere in personal experience. After all, it is difficult for a crown prince to be able to pass through newspapers and all the pages in peace and feel that most of what he sees depends on the choice of a private secretary.

"On the 24th, the Royal Family officially announced that Crown Prince Edward will be engaged to the eldest daughter of the Grand Duke of the City-National City-National City-National City-National City-National City-National City-National City-National City-National City-National City-National City-National City-National City-National City-National City-National City-National City-National City

He tried to chant in his mind with expressionless expressions and cut the news and pictures that occupied the entire page. He had to know a few hours in the morning than the journalists knew. The source was not the intelligence agency, but the young woman Laura Lin called him last night to ask if the crown prince of Sardinia Alex could accept a simple interview.

Although cautiously put forward many restrictions on His Excellency the Secretary of the Heavens, Laura obviously didn't care at all.

"In fact." Perhaps because of the "candid" relationship, Laura did not hide her true intention: "I received a royal invitation from Rose - the engagement ceremony in Edward. The location is very good. Right next to the Duchess... Regrettably." Even through the phone, I could feel the hot anger coming: "They may tolerate me. But I am so embarrassed. I can't tolerate them!"

Feeling could almost imagine her being arrogant, holding the phone in one hand, putting her hips in the other, and raising her chin in a arrogant way.

The corners of his mouth were uncontrollably raised.

Laura told him that he would take a flight back to Beverly. He would arrive at midnight.

Maybe I can pick you up the plane... When I get back here, it is the end time of the last concert - it won't delay my work. I'm trying hard.

A string of bright spots swept across the newspaper page and then the corner of his hard-working eyes. His noble crown prince was slowly flipping the crystal clear and dazzling diamond. "Felicia" let its five facets take turns to enjoy the clear and transparent morning light. It was like a small and beautiful sun that was dazzling that made people dare not look directly at it. The expensive thanks from the royal family may also include the meaning of asking for silence - this is probably the most amazing hush money in the world.

Ross was indeed a difficult person to deal with in the past and the current King... He squeezed his nose and suppressed the inexplicable heavy cold feeling - this matter must be reported in detail to Her Majesty the Queen.

The crown prince's private secretary shook his head and devoted his attention to the endless work again.

****

After booking the air ticket by phone, Laura Lin immediately returned to the room to pack her luggage. Some people had already helped her pack. She ignored the things about Edward. She lit a cigarette and bit her teeth and tidied her two suitcases. She didn't want to go back to Rose in recent years, and brought more things. Even so, she only took a few minutes to pack her things and make a quick trip.

After cleaning up, she called and called a taxi to put on her coat. Turn off all the power and gas in the room and close all the windows. Fortunately, she lived alone forever and avoided endless explanations to her fellow residents.

There was also a can of soft-packaged milk in the refrigerator. She took it out and the shelf life had not passed yet. The doorbell rang. Maybe the driver wanted to open the milk cover while walking to the porch to open the door.

Standing at the door was a middle-aged man dressed in a simple and peaceful manner wearing a baseball cap of a courier company employee, he smiled at Laura and then punched the young woman's throat outside her wide-collar sweater.

The milk splattered out suddenly.

Without waiting for the target to completely fall to the ground, he pushed her away and walked into the house and closed the door with his backhand.

After about ten minutes, he walked out without even breathing at all.

I just went to deliver the express delivery-he did drive a express delivery car, and I did show that it belonged to a world-famous express delivery company. No one saw him and it was hard for him to remember that most middle-aged men lived in Ross have such faces.

He usually delivers express delivery specifically for the Ross royal family.

Death Express.

****

The airport was very quiet at midnight without the noise of the crowds replaced by the clear sound of the plane taking off and landing.

Feli consulted the airport staff and observed everyone in the waiting hall secretly and carefully, and then waited for about five minutes at the empty access entrance and called Laura Woodland for the last time.

No one answered.

Laura Green - Wester is a arrogant, fickle woman, she must have had something wrong with her - but if she made the interview wrong, he would not make any arrangements again within a month.

I thought this way when I walked out of the airport and started my car.

****

The concert ended with a perfect end forever.

The huge performance venue was slowly but firmly and methodically cleared, although there were tens of thousands of fanatical admirers outside shouting Mi Gao's name and begging him to never leave, but it was as irreversible as time irreversible death.

Mei Gao stood on the stage his favorite crystal jacket shone brightly under the bright lights and he raised his head and took a deep breath of the air - as if he could still feel the cold air passing through his lungs.

Alex clapped his hands slowly and continuously. He paused for a second time... Obviously this movement expresses praise and affirmation, he is not skilled.

Migao retracted his gaze toward the dome and looked at Alex with a satisfied smile and honesty, showing his teeth. His eyes were flashing.

"Thank you," he said.

"You don't need to express your gratitude to me," said the Lich. "I give to get it."

"Yeah, I understand." Migao said: "But there is no doubt that you helped me." He smiled sincerely again: "You are a good person."

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"Let's do what we should do."

The lich, who was stuck in a good man, lowered his eyes and rolled his lips and shouted, "Felicia!"

Felicia walked out of the void with joy. She wore a crown on her head and her face was covered with snow-white veil. She stretched out her hand to the lonely soul on the stage. There was no hesitation or shame in her movements. Because there was no difference between the poisonous snake and the lamb in her mind, let alone the things that humans valued by men and women and skin color. She held him tightly in her arms so innocent that it was lovely, and the pure and touching heart-warming and soft light hugged Migao like velvet.

"Go to sleep..." she said softly: "It's all over. My child."

"Yes." Mi Gao said softly. "Yes. Don't worry about me, I'm going to sleep."

****

The lich calmly and gracefully retracted his right hand and set it on the middle knuckle. The diamond with a beautiful name flashed with a faint light symbolizing the slowly swallowed soul inside.

The undead lips, which had no temperature, pressed gently on the cold diamonds and felt the surging and pure power.

It’s a pity that if Migao is in the Torrell plane, you will become a good god.

***

Lauralin - Wester confirmed death.

He tried hard to pinch the short note in his hand and read the message calmly. This was the message he submitted in half an hour after he returned from the airport without success - non-public.

Standard versatile font black...the green border on white is just as usual.

"...It's understandable for an ancient and traditional royal family...it must be guaranteed not to leave any hidden dangers...what they maintain is not only themselves but also the dignity of the entire country - as...as a qualified king...personal feelings must be placed after their duties..."

It's just a regular explanation, but it's hard to find the mouth dry. Maybe he should give himself some whiskey with ice cubes later.

"It's hard to understand." Alex said softly: "It's hard to imagine a king who can't even protect his country. Don't you think this is ridiculous? Oh, it's all good for the country." He said sarcastically: "So he sacrificed his lover, his relatives, his friends, his subjects... but there was only one person who didn't sacrifice that was himself - if he really didn't want to sacrifice, then at least he could walk away at the beginning."

He smiled and put one hand on his shoulder. The huge pressure forced the latter to kneel down on one knee: "Look," Alex continued: "I sacrifice you... Oh, will you sacrifice the Marquis de Langbar so much? Sacrifice your future wife and children? Or your friends... everything for the country... how do you feel?"

"Your Highness..."

"I have weak strength." said the lich leisurely: "My eyes can only see so far My fingers can only reach so long I can only protect myself and I can only consider other people who may be a very unqualified king."

Alex let go of the hand that suppressed the effort and walked away from him before Flee failed to speak anything.

"I need those who are loyal to me," said the Undead, "I am loyal to me only, not Alexander, Eridinand, nor Sardinia's future king, but I can only be me."

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(End of this article)

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