Dominate the world in three weeks?

The cold winds of the North whimpered against the rocks of the first place.

Black ground, black ore, black sea—everything looked bleak and bleak in this almost-forgotten exile.

Terrence pinned his blown hair behind his ears and stood on the reef looking out at the endless sea.But soon, a thick coat fell on him.

"Lancer." Terrence turned his head to look at the blond knight behind him.

"This is too close to the mine where the criminals opened up wasteland. You shouldn't be here alone." Lancer walked around to Terrence and buttoned the mouth of his clothes one by one for him.

"It's okay, I'm just going for a walk."

Terrence breathed a sigh of relief towards the cool fingertips, and looked at the turbulent sea again.His complicated look caught Lancer's attention.After being silent for a while, the blond knight asked the doubt buried in his heart: "Have you ever been here—I mean this city."

Whether it was Terrence's previous familiarity with Deke Dess, or a series of orderly arrangements after coming here, Lancer had a strong perception.

Of course, Terrence, who had been doted on since he was young and rarely left the imperial capital when he grew up, would never come here—at least not in this life.

Then—what about the previous life?

Terrence smiled, and said noncommittally: "The past... can't be counted as the past, when I worked there." He pointed to the mine not far away with his chin. "You can tell by the way I look now. I'm short and vulnerable. So it's easy to be 'specially looked after' by others. When I'm resting, I always come here."

Lancer squeezed Terrence's shoulders tightly.

Terrence once briefly described his experience in the previous two lives to Lanser. In a few sentences, Lanser actually knew nothing except the grievances between Terrence and Angus and the ending of his young death. Know.

And at this time, he was even closer to Terrence's unknown past.

——Only sinners who are exiled to the capital of crime will work day and night in the desolate and dangerous mines.What happened to Terrence back then?

Once thinking of this Lancer felt his heart was tightly pulled together: "Is it my fault?"

Terrence raised his eyebrows in surprise, and laughed dumbly: "No, it has nothing to do with you."

He held Lanser's warm palm back: "I have come out of those things, and you don't have to be bound by things that haven't happened. That you are completely different from the current you. This is not what you once did to me. Did you say anything?"

Lancer lowered his head, looked over Terrence's shoulder at the two hands clasped together, and asked in a low voice, "So, are you willing to accept my feelings for you?"

Terrence was silent for a few seconds, then turned to face Lancer and said, "That's two different things, Lancer."

"But you obviously don't have feelings for me. We rely on and trust each other. In this world, we will never find a closer relationship than you and me."

"Then why not stop here?" Terrence raised his head and asked, "Love is nothing but an inflated sense of dependence. Isn't it okay for us to just keep what we are now?"

"—So you admitted it? Feelings for me." Lancer asked further.

"...Why do we have to discuss this issue?" Terrence finally frowned impatiently.

Lancer clenched his fists.He shouldn't be so aggressive, and he shouldn't mention his feelings now that the situation is unstable-there are too many things he shouldn't do, but no one cares about the things he wants to do!

"Do you know? Sometimes I can't help resenting you from the bottom of my heart." Lancer said with a gloomy expression, "You treat me as if you are far away, and whenever I feel that I am intimate with you, you always pull away And go. Love me, or reject me, is this so difficult? Yes - I love you is just my own thing, but I can't bear to always be full of expectations but fail again and again..."

Terrence opened his mouth slightly, and the cold air blocked his throat, so that he could only remain silent in the face of Lancer's questioning.

He never imagined that there were such intense and painful emotions buried in Ranser's heart.

For Terrence, love is fragile and easily polluted.Once love loses its essence, it is quickly consumed by hatred.Whether it's his mother and his father, or he and Edward - the end is the same.

Is the word "love" really sacred and eternal?Terrence didn't know.

The sea breeze whistled between the two of them, and apart from this monotonous voice, there was nothing but silence between them.

It was the soldiers who ran up from under the sea rock to break the awkward atmosphere.He brought news of the return of the Goshawk Legion.Terrence breathed a sigh of relief and looked away from Lancer.

Terrence brought people to the northern part of the empire, and did not rush into the capital of criminals mixed with fish and dragons, but settled down on a nearby barren hill.Relying on the assistance of the Earl of Cumberland and the Minister of Finance, the legionnaires who were scattered outside when the city of Aldelete was blocked were reassembled.

When Terrence and Lancer rushed back to the stronghold, Lawrence had already entertained the old troops who had traveled northward and worked tirelessly.

Just like Terrence said, Lawrence is indeed the soul of this legion.It was because of his presence that these soldiers who trekked through mountains and rivers with trepidation could quickly calm down, and immediately turned from fugitives with nothing into well-trained soldiers.

"Your Excellency!" Lawrence greeted Terrence immediately when he saw Terrence standing outside the door, "I have something to tell you. In addition to the soldiers who came here today, there is also a visitor. He said he hoped to see you Your side."

Lawrence said so, and let his soldiers push a person out.

It was a boy with short flaxen hair. He was tightly bound by the hemp rope, and he staggered before Terrence's eyes.Lawrence explained: "Because his identity is unknown, I was worried that he would bring you danger, so I tied him up."

Terrence approached the boy, brushed away his messy hair, and was surprised to find that the boy was indeed his acquaintance: "Esaiah!"

The boy who was regarded as a suspicious person was Terrence's classmate when he was still in school, and he was also a leader who participated in the Alchemy Academic Association initiated by Terrence.

"Why are you here?" Terrence asked while asking the boy to untie the rope.

Esaiah remained sitting on the ground, rubbed his sore hands, and said to Terrence: "I believe you are still alive, it seems that I did not make a wrong bet."

Terrence stretched out his hand to pull him up, asked someone to bring him some hot coffee to warm his stomach, and said in surprise: "Not to mention how you found this place, the journey is difficult and it must be difficult, right?"

Esaiah held the cup and shook his head: "No, I followed your soldiers who passed by from the imperial capital, so it went well."

His words made Terrence and Lawrence look at each other—because they wanted to hide from Duke Pacino's influence, the soldiers who came from the north were carefully disguised. Could it be that they showed their feet somewhere?

Esaiah saw the worries of the two people, put down the coffee cup, and slowly explained the reasons and consequences of coming here.

It turned out that after Terrence rescued Lawrence by taking advantage of the loopholes in the Imperial Capital's defense, the raid on the Imperial Capital Prison was not concealed in the end, and it was widely spread in the Imperial Capital.People speculated that it was the spies of the Abant Empire who robbed Lawrence. Such remarks caused great panic among the common people, but because Duke Pacino has not publicly stated his position, the rumors have gradually subsided.

But Esaiah noticed some rather subtle clues in this incident.

Because if the rescue was carried out by Abant's spies, what benefit could the other party gain from this incident?Except for a period of hot discussion, of course, get nothing.

After ruling out the possibility of Abant, Esiah also hypothesized a lot of people's motives.And at this moment, he noticed that every once in a while there would be caravans going north from the imperial capital, and the escorting mercenary teams were all guys with outstanding abilities and a different aura than ordinary people.

This got Esaiah's idea.The north is a place of bitter cold. Merchants will occasionally buy ore from there to sell back. There is basically no oil and water to fish along the way, and there will be no robbers blocking the road. Therefore, no one will spend more money to hire people who are good at it. Expensive mercenaries.

Later, after spying on the caravan, Ethea finally discovered that the so-called mercenaries were actually soldiers belonging to the Goshawk Legion.

"At first, I thought it was the Chief of the Lawrence Legion who was conspiring to gather the old ministry. But I soon discovered that it was the Minister of Finance who signed the pass for those caravans. Although I have not really met this Lord, but It is also heard that he is a person who cherishes himself and is cautious. From this, it can be imagined that he will never be willing to risk the risk of secretly sending the Goshawk Legion away from the imperial capital just for the leader of the Lawrence Legion. He is willing to work hard to rescue the leader of the Lawrence Legion. It seems that it is not difficult to guess who such a person is to regroup the Goshawk Legion and get the help of the Minister of Finance—the only difficulty is to believe my own guess and believe that you are indeed still alive."

Esaiah looked at Terrence and said, "I only found out the truth because I was too confident—no, it's not so much confidence, it's more like I hope you didn't die."

When he first came to the imperial capital to study, he was a shy and a little inferior young man, but now he is more like a mature and calm adult.An excellent mind is his greatest weapon, and the unfettered creativity of a researcher makes him even more powerful.

And he is bound to grow even better in the future.Terrence was absolutely sure of that.

"If you need help, please let me stay. Although my ability is limited, I hope I can help you." Esaiah finally said.

Terrence frowned slightly. Although touched by Esaiah's actions, he still refused: "I am very grateful for your kindness, Esaiah. But for you, studies are more important."

"I once said that the reason why I came to the imperial capital is to repay your kindness to me, so I will never leave now." Esaiah said firmly, "If your Excellency must drive me away, I would rather Sleeping in the wild."

Facing the boy's stubbornness, Terrence had no choice but to compromise with a sigh.

Although Terrence was worried about Esaiah's studies, he soon discovered that the other party didn't need him to worry about it.After adapting to the weather in the north, Esaiah quickly devoted himself to the study of alchemy. Because of his enthusiasm, Terrence also rekindled his enthusiasm for being a mage from the heavy work.

Another reason why Terrence kept himself so busy was to avoid Lancer.

Since the dispute at the beach that day, Terrence found it difficult to face the blond knight again.

He thought what the other party said was right, and his attitude towards Lancer might be too selfish.But Terrence didn't know how to change.Even his own true mind was confused.

Obviously, he should be more considerate of the other party... Thinking of this, Terrence felt restless.

Time passed quickly in his complicated mood, and late autumn was drawing to a close. When the first snow of winter fell on Dykedes, it had been a whole year since Terrence and the others came here.

On this day, the scout who was in charge of going out every day to inquire about the surrounding situation brought back a piece of news - an unidentified stranger came to Deke Dess, and he was searching for something in the city with a curiosity far beyond ordinary people.

This has attracted everyone's attention.

Because Essia was able to touch the stronghold of the Goshawk Legion here alone, Terrence had already contacted Earl Cantor out of a cautious attitude, and changed another method to send the soldiers to Deke Des.But even so, they remain wary of any stranger who comes to the criminal capital.

The scouts kept a close eye on this man.But the fact is unexpected, the opponent's target has nothing to do with Terrence and others, but is looking for a suitable person to act as a killer.

In addition to the exiled sinners, there are also desperadoes who deliberately fled here to avoid the death penalty, so occasionally there will be people with ulterior motives coming here to find someone to do some shady things.

Therefore, that person does not seem to be worthy of further observation...

——If it is not found that he is from the Principality of Sealand.

"Crossing the entire empire and coming here from a long distance, what is the purpose of the other party—no, to be more precise, who is the Principality of Sealand wanting to assassinate?" Wesley frowned and asked what was in his heart. Confuse.

"No matter who it is, I'm afraid it will only be detrimental to the empire." Terrence pointed out the most critical point. "Even if you hire criminals from the empire who don't know their background, and you don't want to reveal your identity, there must be some conspiracy against the empire. If you want to know what the Principality of Sealand wants to do, find a smarter person to try to contact It's all right."

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The Sealander seemed to be anxious because he had been staying in Dykedes for a long time, but he hadn't made much progress.So when the soldier who was originally a scout approached him pretending to be an exile, he didn't doubt it for too long before chatting with the soldier.

But the necessary prudence was not discarded by the other party. Even if the soldiers expressed their willingness to take over the mission, the information given by the Sealanders was vague.

"People who are in the imperial capital and have status...the scope is too wide." After hearing the scout's report, Lawrence, who was sitting in the living room, couldn't help but smile wryly. "I didn't intend to let people know the target of the assassination. With such a concealed attitude, it's no wonder that no one accepts his employment. These desperadoes are very shrewd. Who wants to be a killer who is obviously going to be used as cannon fodder?"

"But those who can make Sealand work hard to assassinate must play a vital role in today's situation. If the most despised is the current fragile but long-lasting balance, it is the West that has always wanted to use war to become independent." Lan Principality." Wesley analyzed in this way.

Evan leaned forward slightly and asked, "So who meets this requirement? Duke Pacino?"

"Impossible." Terrence denied this candidate. "Although I don't want to admit it, Pacino is now the pillar of the empire. If he falls, the empire will fall into chaos, and Abant will surely win like a split bamboo. There is no benefit in strengthening their own Sealand, they will soon be brought under Abant's rule."

"But killing other important officials may not be enough to cause major turmoil, right?"

"The one that can balance the current situation is the Church of Light as a third-party force, isn't it?" Wesley proposed the candidate in his mind. "If you kill the bishop in the imperial capital, it will break the current situation."

"That's right. But the group of priests of the Church of Light are not so easy to be assassinated. Just looking for an unknown killer—Ze Lan's actions are too exaggerated."

"There is one more person—" Esaiah, who had always been taciturn, said, "His Royal Highness, the prince who came to our country from Abant to study."

Terrence rested his chin on the back of his hand, and after a brief silence, he approved of Essia's statement: "The reason why Abant and the Empire have always maintained a fragile peace like walking on thin ice is to measure the attitude of the Church of Light. On the other hand, it is also because Pacino only maintains an attitude of verbal conquest. And as a symbol of Pacino's substantive maintenance of stability-Joey Abant is no different from the weakest breakthrough point."

5000 words is a bit small for two chapters ＿(:3∠)＿

As soon as I write emotional scenes, I get stuck and I am also drunk. People with high EQ like me should definitely switch to writing Qingshui ambiguous CP to reflect my sincerity... (┳_┳)...