Three Hundred and Twentieth Chapters Hazy Moon

Influenced by the concept and experience of the previous life, Roland Hill has always been very disgusted with the war of aggression, thinking that this is a very bad behavior.

But the world is complex, and people's emotions are also changeable.

The story of Qin's unification of the six kingdoms is still being sung thousands of years later. Those who lived in the homeland of the six kingdoms no longer hated the first king in history, and the voices of praise were endless.

What is wrong and what is right is a topic that people have been arguing about. Out of the prudence of this issue, Roland Hill has always acted cautiously in the empire.

At first she pinned her hopes on a revolution within the empire, like Crancia becoming a new and glorious country.

However, the complex environment in the empire still made this idea stop in the south and could not spread. People's respect for kingship has long been deeply rooted, and there are huge interest groups established on this basis. Those nobles, families, blood and glory Generations hold the land and the people.

Old structures will not collapse on their own, even if something better emerges.

People will not let go of their vital interests, and give up many of the powers they have for the so-called 'better'.

Roland Hill was slowly disappointed and lost, and at this time she received an invitation from Vestena and went to the forest.

The five tests of the elves let her experience and understand the various types of this race, the growth under the world tree in the past, the decisive battle with the giant royal court, the later prosperity, and the decline due to the rise of the mercury dynasty, the three elves lost ending.

Under the tide of the times, what is the real right thing, what is the real morality, and what is responsible for the entire civilization.

Without experiencing it, the answer has slowly emerged in her heart.

'It's always like this, Roland Hill, sometimes it takes a long time before I dare to do what I think is right in my heart. ’ The girl complained about her intractable character.

She has a sensitive personality. Of course, she can detect many wrong and wrong ideas, but because of this, when faced with a real choice, she worries about many things and has difficulty making up her mind.

Always be careful, be careful, and think a lot before you really do it.

'As a wind, it's still too weak. If it's Brainard, with her cold and indifferent temperament, she probably would have acted long ago. ’

As evening approached, the girl sat alone under the windowsill, burying her head in her arms, her silver hair swaying slightly on her shoulders and behind her.

The girl who complained and complained about herself spent a long time at the table taking care of her emotions, and then she slowly sorted out and resolved these thoughts and returned to her former Qingming appearance.

The golden afterglow sprinkled on the lake, and a few birds landed among the water and grass. After experiencing the scorching heat and noise during the day, the place slowly became quiet.

Walking out of the door, Loren took a walk by the golden lake drenched in afterglow, feeling the evening wind blowing down the reeds.

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Another day's task, Jie Lann and a few companions came to the fairy hut by the lake and delivered today's Shi Yao.

"Here again, big man, did you bring a cake today?" Several goblins familiar with Jerain landed on the tree stump and looked at the people below.

"Yes." Jerain smiled and let the knight behind him serve the prepared cake.

The fairy is not big, even if they share this cake, it is enough.

After getting today's gift, these little guys were obviously a lot happy.

"Dang dang dang~ You will have good luck today, this is the lucky blessing of the fairies." A few little guys jokingly shook their fingers, and a few small star-like spots of light scattered.

"Thank you very much." Jie Lan answered happily, and then sat in the old place, quietly listening to the touching poetry of the fairy singing in the twilight.

The legends of the past seem to be reappearing today. In those figures, people can always feel a bit similar to themselves, making people happy and sad, happy and crying.

Another poem ended, the goblins circled together, held up the cake, and returned to their hut to enjoy it, while Jerain sat by the lake in the starry night and didn't move for a long time.

The lake water slaps gently in the night, and the cold wind at night makes people awake.

He opened his eyes, looked at the goblin who had already returned and left, stood up, and walked towards the place where he returned.

Perhaps on a whim, or perhaps some kind of accident, Jerain stopped as he crossed a forest road.

"Let's be here today, I want to take a walk by the lake alone."

"Yes, Your Highness." The six knights naturally obeyed and left, while the three accompanying elves glanced at each other, and finally left slowly.

"Good night, Lord Jerain." It was already night, and it was impossible for them to go to bed with him. Usually, they left before they were sent to the mansion. Today, it was just a little earlier.

After the crowd dispersed, Jerain felt a sense of freedom and comfort after a long absence.

In this forest, he is no longer the eldest son of the much-anticipated Griffin family in the empire, but can also be a poet who walks at night.

Walking by the lake with swaying water plants, he let his thoughts fly, and no longer thought about the various family interests and disputes that had been pressing on his mind for the past few years.

It seems to be the most carefree time in my youth, I only look forward to defeating those masters of the same age with swordsmanship tomorrow, going to the mountains to find powerful monsters to challenge, and running with my friends on horseback in the wilderness under the sunset.

Unconsciously, Shi Yao, which has been transcribed in the past few days, also sang out of her mouth.

The voice is rough and the tones are flying around, the lyrics are sometimes there, sometimes they are forgotten and can only be hummed. It must not be as pleasant as the goblins sing, but there is no one else anyway, and Jerain sings very cheerfully.

As if in a dream, he was no longer the eldest son of the Griffin family, but a bard who traveled around with a sword, singing broken and eccentric tunes, attracting countless cheerful laughter.

Occasionally hunt down monsters, earn a fortune, and use it to buy good wine and delicious food, and then sleep soundly in the hotel, when he wakes up, he continues to travel, and there are places to play everywhere, because he has the ability to The sword to defeat monsters and bad guys.

No one can restrain him, and he doesn't have to be responsible to anyone, so unrestrained and unrestrained, crying whenever he wants, laughing whenever he wants, so carefree and incomparably free.

"o(n_n)o Hahaha, ahhahaha~"

It's hard to imagine that the mighty and handsome Jie Lann in the past would show such a childlike innocence. He broke off a twig and waved it casually among the blades of grass, walking like drunk, and sometimes posing. Some kind of special action, like a knight among the ancient knights, brought surprises and screams to countless girls.

"I am you, this is what you really look like." A lyric sung in that poem Yao some time ago, it was so in line with his mood.

However, perhaps too intoxicated and happy, the eldest son of the griffin stepped on the mud by the lake and fell into the lake, causing a large splash of water.

The cold lake water immersed his body in an instant, and the stimulating feeling made him wake up immediately.

After realizing the shame and indulgence of the act just now, Jerain felt a burst of regret.

'Hope no one sees it. ’

He propped himself up in the mud at the bottom of the lake with his hands, and then stood slowly, the wet lake water flowed down from his forehead, and his vision was wet and blurred, as if there was a bright moon in the distance in front of his head.

Isn't the moon gone? It's just a flower. This thought floated in his mind. Jerain wiped the water stains in front of his eyebrows, and his vision became clear in an instant.

"This……"

The eldest son of the griffin looked at the figure sitting on the branch, his voice suddenly became extremely dry and regretful, regretting today's indulgence, regretting the act of wanting to kill himself a few minutes ago.

On a starry night, among the trees by the lake, the white dress swayed slightly in the evening wind, like the bright moon in the sky.

Roland Hill looked at the familiar and unexpected eldest son of Griffin, suppressed the smile in his heart, and spoke softly.

"Long time no see, Senior Jerain."

That supple black hair, clear and gentle red eyes, is exactly what Emenas was a student in the past.

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