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Vincent and I poured into the Heather Valley with the fleeing villagers.

Along the way, we passed through overgrown mountains, miasma and swamps, and suddenly came to a valley on the northern plateau.From here, each tree in the Forest of Frutriland stretched straight up and out towards the startlingly blue sky.At the edge of the forest is a valley full of purple heather.It is the season of heather blooming, and the wilderness is covered with undulating rich purple, and large areas seem to be dyed with the deepest melancholy in the world.

The fleeing crowd poured into a small town hidden in a plateau valley.The town is very prosperous, the houses and buildings are all pure white as in folk songs, and the population is dense.It is like a pure and transparent crystal, surrounded by a whole valley full of dark purple heather.

Lane once said to me that when everything calms down, we will go to the heather valley to live in seclusion with the free mountain people.People don't remember the Liberal Ryan Black, nor the down-and-out aristocrat Anderson Lancaster, we opened a pharmacy together, adopted a lot of children, and lived to a very old age.

The soldiers guarding the town checked the identity of the leader and let us in.She doesn't look like a royal guard at all, and is approachable.We heard many rumors along the way, one of which was that Prince Anseir personally killed the giant dragon sent by the Royal Knights with his huge sword. He was also severely injured, and had returned to the Heather Valley for treatment and recuperation.No matter which version, Prince Ansair is a hero with the same faith in the hearts of the mountain people, as if as long as he is there, there is hope for rebuilding their homeland.

I thought of the silver mask again.

I hope when the prince slays the dragon, he survives.

"It's a trick." Vincent stood next to me, "You deliberately asked Seth to attack the stronghold of the Liberal Party, luring refugees to flee to the safest Heather Valley. In the face of crisis, the soul of the Liberal Party, Prince Ansair, Definitely going to be an inspiration. As long as he shows up, we will know who he is and have a chance to get his heart."

"In Liberal style, we'll see him make a speech in the square soon," I said.

Prince Ansair did give a stirring speech.Standing on the square in the center of the town, there are no strict royal guards, no martial law and no gorgeous ceremony, and everyone who goes there can see his figure.

Speeches about Denton's liberty, peace, abolishing the privileges of nobility.

He called on the mountain people to take up axes and sickles to defend their homes for tomorrow.

I agree with everything he said from the bottom of my heart.

I stood on Curtis's black dragon, and the dragon rushed to the high platform of the venue.

The prince turned his face in my direction, still wearing the silver mask.

The silver mask didn't draw his sword, but said a word, which he couldn't hear clearly.

My sword pierced his defenseless chest.Under the mask, the prince's lips moved.I stepped down from the dragon and walked up to him, and he repeated the words.

I think what he said should be "My lord duke."

But what I heard was "Ann, I love you."

The silver mask fell to the ground, and I saw Lion's face.

"A long time ago, when we passed a prophecy lake together, I saw today on the lake. You stood on the dragon, and the long sword pierced my chest." He covered the bleeding wound, "Ann, I forgive you."

I hugged him as carefully as a falling leaf.

"I had to get the prince's heart. But I didn't know you were Prince Ansair." I almost choked up, "I thought you were dead, your voice is totally different. The fire in Oak City destroyed your voice .”

"install."

"what?"

"Finally, I will tell you the truth, please don't be sad." Ryan's voice was almost inaudible, attached to my ear, "I am not Prince Ansair, and the prince is not in the hands of the Liberals... My heart is for you, no use……"

His head hangs down.

Drooping lifelessly on my shoulders.

Vincent urged me to get back on the dragon's back. The crowd with axes was approaching, and the black dragon behind me was sneezing irritably.I just want to hold Ryan's body, the puppet-like, gradually cooling body, and then be swallowed by the angry crowd with him.

I am a selfish person.Between Dragon Warrior and you, I would rather choose you to live.I would choose you to live before Denton's future and you.

The gathered crowd retreated hastily.

Behind him was the sound of huge air currents and wings closing.

Someone came over, separated Ryan from me firmly, and picked me up.

The noise of dragons taking off.

Seth was wearing a black riding suit, standing on the back of the dragon, his forehead was pressed against mine, and he seemed a little scared: "Master, if I come later, I won't be able to see you."

My current hereditary father's title is the Duke of Lancaster, but Seth stubbornly uses the previous title.