Chapter 326: The Fairy in the Lake

"Okay...Lorraine." Jerain said the name with a little hesitation.

Although his heart was full of regret for the shameful act just now, when he said this name, he carried a lot of inconceivable, as if everything in front of him was nothing but illusory.

In that year, with his status as the highest in the empire, he asked many people to find out the whereabouts of this girl, but to no avail, but now...

It really took no effort to walk through the iron shoes and find nowhere. This kind of surprise was so unbelievable that Jerain was alert, worried that it was some kind of powerful illusion or the ability to confuse.

As the top noble of the empire, he was specially educated to guard against this kind of secret technique, and he even wore extraordinary accessories for confrontation and resistance.

However, can the effect of the illusion really be so real? The hair that is clearly visible under the fluorescent light, and the skirt that rolls from time to time in the breeze, some of which brush the surface of the tree trunk, bringing up a few leaves , and even the silk thread is slightly pulled by the rough bark, which even illusion cannot do.

Standing in the lake where his calves were submerged, Jerain stared blankly at the man sitting on the tree, and didn't move for a long time, as if he was stunned, until Roland Hill was a little embarrassed to see it, and lifted it up. The messy hair in the wind, only then took the initiative to speak, breaking the silence.

"Is Senior Jerain also out for a walk at night?"

"For a walk, yes, for a walk, I was too addicted to the scenery by the lake just now... eh."

Jerain wanted to find an excuse for himself to explain what he did just now, but halfway through, he couldn't go on, because such a poor excuse seemed to insult the smart girl opposite.

Looking at his appearance, Roland Hill finally couldn't help it and let out a brisk laugh, which finally freed Jerain from the awkward scene.

He raised his foot, walked step by step to the shore in the silt, then took a few steps forward and came to the tree not far in front of Roland Hill.

"Where has Lorraine been all these years, I haven't heard from you." Looking at the girl whose appearance had hardly changed, Jerain asked, and the excitement in his heart gradually calmed down, a kind of Dandan's joy slowly filled his body and mind.

It's good that she's still alive, so beautiful and unfading.

After experiencing many changes and the impermanence of life, when Jelann saw Roland Hill, he only felt a kind of unnoticeable happiness in his life, as if the self in his youth was useless and died completely, and part of it still survived.

"I went back to my hometown, which was a remote place, and then went to the far east, tossing around a lot, and finally returned to the Western Continent." Roland Hill said of his experiences over the years.

"Dongfang, oh yes, you should have the bloodline of the East." Looking at the girl's smooth black hair, Jerain touched her hair, remembering the rumors from her previous school.

Could Lorraine be the eldest miss in Dongfang's trouble? At that time, many students guessed so, and now that I think about it, it may be a bit true.

"I don't know much about bloodlines, but I do have a lot of connections with Dongfang." Roland Hill shook his head, but did not deny it completely.

"Senior Jerain, how have you spent these years?"

"Me? Me..." Jerain sighed, then cheered up again, as if he didn't want to appear too decadent in front of this girl.

"I was raised as the heir of the family, and I was expected by many people. Everyone trusted and followed me. Everything was so logical. Until now, I gradually realized that I am afraid I will never be what everyone expected in the past. "

"The world has changed, many things have changed, it is no longer taken for granted, and it is no longer logical. Perhaps when I am old, I will recall that the most dazzling moment in my life is the time at Emenas' campus." His voice Gradually feel lost, and even in front of this dream girl, there is a bit of self-confession that has never been seen in the past.

Looking at this man who used to be so proud and confident, but now lost and dazed, Roland Hill felt the ruthlessness of time and the unpredictable facts.

"Is that so, but it doesn't matter." Roland Hill comforted softly.

"It's good to keep going with the expectations of the past, but now that the direction has changed, it doesn't mean it's bad."

"Senior Jerain is actually yearning for that kind of free life, not bound by identity, willful and happy life."

"Yes, but I know, I can't do that." Jerain shook his head, leaning his back on the tree trunk, looking at the lake ahead.

"They entrusted their trust and their lives to me, and I can't run away as selfishly as a coward. There will be neither freedom nor happiness." He is no longer alone, as a griffin The eldest son of the family, whether voluntarily or by force, some ties and vows are firmly established.

"Well..." Roland Hill nodded slightly, then raised his head, the two of them looked at the rippling lake water and became quiet.

Jerain actually has a lot of questions to ask Roland Hill, where she lives now, whether she is married, what hobbies, and what she likes, but thinking of her now no longer glorious identity and limited freedom, even asking Now, I can't make any promises, how can I still have the qualifications to disturb and pursue her like in the past.

So the words swirled around his mouth several times, but he still couldn't open his mouth.

A slight noise came from the woods behind him. When Jerain turned around, he found that the girl had leaped down from the tree.

The fallen leaves under the tree were slightly deformed, and the white dress slowly fell in the air.

The slight noise made it impossible to guess how light this girl was.

Loren Hill took a few steps forward and also came to the lake.

"Senior Jerain, in fact, I have a solution to the problem you are facing." Roland Hill turned around in front of the lake, his face peaceful and dreamy under the starry night.

"Want to hear it?" The girl asked, like the temptation of the witch in the ancient fairy tale.

Even knowing that the girl might be exaggerating, Jerain still thought that he might get a different answer or direction. He nodded and looked at the pair of red moon-like eyes.

"Hehe, the first thing to say is that this method is not a special strategy or idea." Roland Hill held the hair in front of him and elaborated.

"Senior Jerain is hoping that those around him, or his subordinates, can get a better ending in the future, right?"

"That's it," Jerain admitted.

"In addition, I think the senior may be a little tired of the current intrigue, and hope that in the future, he will be free and choose the freedom he likes in life, right?"

"Yes." He nodded again.

"These, I can help Senior Jerain realize it."

In the darkness of the night, Roland Hill's pair of red eyes exuded a scorching brilliance, the black hair behind him fluttered, and the three pairs of transparent and dreamy butterfly wings also opened quietly.

The girl tapped the lake with her toes, the ripples spread out, and her figure jumped to the top of the lake, drawing a beautiful trajectory in the night sky, and then the little fireflies rose on the lake, and the slender figure danced and swirled, just like The scenery seen in the dream.

Carrying the night breeze, the girl slowly descended again and stopped in front of Jerain.

"I can help you achieve everything you wish for, but as a promise, you have to embark on a completely different path from the past."

"Such a thing, Jerain, would you like it?"

In the forest under the starry night, countless breezes are blowing, they shuttle among the trees and branches, bringing endless rustling sounds, like the chorus of the forest singing softly, that is the song of the wind, the soft singing of the night.

Her eyes were wide open, her body was stiff, and Mana by her side seemed to be cheering. The girl who flew forward was lightly surrounding her, that kind of special pressure, although it was very weak, But it is unquestionable, undefeatable, like the authority of the gods, which makes the aware soul tremble.

It's not wrong, he has experienced such a feeling, such an experience, once a long time ago.

The girl in front of her is a real 'witch', an existence in mythology who brings blessings and disasters to people, walking in the world, a mischievous 'god'.

The surprise when I saw Roland Hill before turned into a joyous joy, then into a helpless loss, and finally into a trembling shock at this moment, and even the last rejoicing.

Jerain closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and allowed his stiff body to recover a little. Then he slowly opened his eyes. He no longer looked at the dreaming girl, but slowly lowered his head and asked in awe.

"What do you need me to do?"

"It's a very simple and simple thing. Jerain, you will break free from the shackles of the past and become the true king of the Western Region, leading the people to come out of the darkness and to a new world, where justice will be achieved. and enlightened ideal land."

That soft voice was like the blessing of an angel, and like the temptation of a devil, she spoke slowly, as if the future was nothing but the branches and leaves flicking under her sleeve.

In a certain corner of his heart, the quietly hidden flame suddenly expanded and became more and more fiery, like the heart of a red dragon, beating in Jerain's mind and body, spreading the blazing heat of burning everything, as if it were boiling.

The father who received the blessing of imitating Hua Silin, the father who is increasingly strong and majestic, the future is no longer clear and smooth, the status quo is lost, the figures around him who trust and follow, and the narrow road is gradually darkening.

All kinds of haze entangled in the heart, as if penetrated into a red hand, tearing these dark clouds and mists apart, burning them to ashes, and everything became hot and bright again.

Following the burning obsession in his heart, Jerain slowly knelt down.

'Goodbye father, and my weakness. ' So silently in my heart.

"I will give you twelve imaginary holy swords to cut through thorns and open the way forward."

On the Tear Moon Lake under the starry night, the girl who looked like a fairy tale sang softly like an aria.

A total of twelve fantasy holy swords of different shapes slowly rose from the lake and suspended behind the girl, exuding different radiance of power.

The lines of the bright moon and the sun appeared on the girl's forehead, and the trajectory of countless fates was set at this moment. Little stars streaked across the night sky, and a rare and magnificent meteor shower ushered in the forest.