Chapter 942: Just a Mortal

two days later.

The Palace of Glory City.

"Leaving today? Can't you stay here for a while?" Horford looked at Andrea who came to bid farewell, with mixed feelings in his heart, "Otto and the others don't want to say goodbye just after meeting you. "

"It's been a long time since I left Neverwinter, and there are still people waiting for me over there." Andrea said frankly, "And now that the old and new royal powers are changing, they, as family heirs, should not spend time on For banquets and outings. Since we are friends, one meeting is enough."

She is indeed different, thought the count.

She has grown.

"About the upcoming negotiations with Graycastle...do you have any suggestions?" Horford pondered for a moment, "I want to hear your thoughts, which are very important to the family's decision-making."

"I don't know much about government affairs—in Neverwinter, the people responsible for these matters are not nobles, but freedmen who have passed the exam. If you want to inquire about the details, it would be more appropriate to find Hill Fox. He has always been in touch with the West Territory There are more or less connections." Andrea paused, "If I have to say something, it is not to make the same mistake as Ampey."

Horford smiled bitterly, "If you dare to continue to fight against Graycastle after witnessing the power possessed by Roland Wimbledon, it would be beyond description."

"It's not just about power..." Andrea shook her head, "The upcoming battle of divine will concerns the fate of all mankind. At this time, infighting will only accelerate our demise—neither Graycastle nor Dawn Surviving alone in the catastrophe, since this is the case, you must know better than me how the family can obtain the greatest benefits."

"Continuation is the best interest." Horford quickly understood the meaning of his daughter's words.

"And the continuation of hope now falls on His Majesty Roland." She spread her hands, "So control the order of the dawn, stand firmly on the side of Graycastle, and work together to survive the battle of divine will, it is me The only advice I can give."

Earl Quinn nodded slowly, "...I see."

Just as Andrea turned around, he couldn't help but stopped her again.

"I……"

"You don't need to see me off, there are still many things to be busy in the future. You don't have to worry about my safety, the God's Punishment Witch will return to Neverwinter with me." She said with a sideways face.

"No, what I want to say is...sorry, daughter." After saying these words, Horford suddenly felt that he was much older, but he also felt a lot lighter in his heart. In fact, there are many things he wants to confide. For example, sending her away was indeed for the sake of the family, but it cannot be said that there is no meaning of protecting her in it; If he came here, he might not necessarily do it in such a rough way; and when he heard the news from Otto that she was still alive and doing well, the joy in his heart surged...

It's just that Earl Quinn is more aware that the harm has already happened, and even if those words are said, they are just excuses or compensations if they fall into the ear of the other party. This is the price of choice, and Andrea has grown to where she is today, so he can't behave too badly.

After finishing speaking, the old count closed his eyes.

"Well...then I'm leaving."

The sound of her daughter's footsteps gradually faded away, and finally disappeared in her ears. Although he didn't hear the expectant father, the other party's tone was also not as cold as it was a few days ago. At least this time, she didn't call him Lord Earl again.

That's good, he thought, this is just a temporary farewell, and there will be a time to meet again in the future.

Time can both make people forget and heal pain.

The choice made ten years ago made him lose a lot.

And Howard Quinn intends to use the same time to correct this mistake.

After leaving Bailang Bay, the boat entered the sea.

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This route is one of the main commercial routes to Langxin Poguang Port, and merchant ships can be seen coming and going from time to time. Occasionally, fishermen's boats will approach and sell some fresh fish, vegetables and fruits.

If he was still the king, the three-masted ships sailing around him should have been flying the royal flag. If he wanted to eat fresh food, he would naturally have a maid to bring it to him.

Everything is blamed on those bloody traitors!

It has been almost a week since he was ousted from the throne, and during this period of time, he has been thinking about making it back. Even if there is no way to take the King of Graycastle, at least the three major families cannot lie comfortably in his city and enjoy the fruits of rebellion.

After much deliberation, An Pain finally chose his first foothold——Thousand Blade Castle in Wolfheart Kingdom. It is close to the border of Chenxi, and its lord is rumored to be related to the nobles of Chenxi, so he should not be too mean to the Moya family. The most important thing is that the nobles of the two places communicate very closely. If anyone wants to use his identity to do something, they can easily contact him.

Don't look at those lords who were eager to move before, in the final analysis, they were all for profit. Now that he is no longer the ruler of Glory City, naturally there is no basis for conflict.

Not only that, but his blood can become a tool for them to grab new benefits.

In order to retaliate, An Peiyin decided to humiliate himself temporarily, and when the time is right, those who despise him will definitely taste the bitter fruit!

Thinking of this, he felt refreshed a lot, and at the same time felt a sense of hunger in his stomach.

Let's eat some fruit first. Once we leave the coastal border of Chenxi, this route will be much deserted, and just now he heard the sound of fishing boats docking.

An Peiyin shook the string in front of the table - it was connected to the bell outside the house, as soon as it rang, the maid would come in.

But this time there was no response from outside.

His brow furrowed immediately.

Could it be that he is so downcast that even a maid dares to be lazy and perfunctory? In an instant, killing intent arose in his heart.

Well, if it was her negligence, it would be good to use her as a warning example. Except for the members of the Moya family and the knights who pledged their allegiance to the death, the other people in the entourage were indeed becoming more and more disfigured.

He wants those people to know that even on a ship, as long as he is there, it should be no different from a palace.

An Peiyin got up and walked out of the room, but found that there was no one in the aisle, not only the maids, sailors, guards, slaves...all disappeared. The cabin was eerily silent, save for the rustling of sea water beating against the hull.

The hairs on his back stood up straight——

Something is wrong here!

Could it be that he was abandoned? No... absolutely impossible, even if the mercenaries and servants want to abandon him, the guard knights trained by the family will definitely stand up to stop them, and there will be no silence when the two sides argue!

An Peiyin is going to climb to the deck from the stairway of the master bedroom in the stern to have a look. There should be sailors there anyway. But as soon as he turned around, he saw a blood-stained dagger touching his neck.

The sword bearer was an extremely ugly woman, but her eyes were as bright as stars.

She was not from the boat, and An Pain immediately realized that it was impossible for him to have no impression of such a unique person.

It's an attacker from outside!

"Who sent you? Do you know what you're doing, pariah! I'm the Lord of the Dawn, of the Moa family—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

He found that the air flow could no longer be exhaled through his mouth, and the gushing blood had blocked his throat. The tearing pain stretched from his neck to his chest, and the coolness that swept his whole body took away all his strength.

As he fell, all he heard was a casual whisper above his head.

"Oh, that's just a mortal."