The host, she slag the whole book villain

Chapter 549 The host is the princess on the pea (7)

The dining room is too quiet, except for the occasional sound of knives and forks hitting the porcelain plate, there is no other sound.

In the past, Su was not afraid of silence and loneliness, but now, she hated this feeling, as if she had been abandoned by the whole world.

Taking a deep breath, she dropped the knife and fork, and she was in no mood to eat any more.

Staring at the dark night, she came to the highest place of the castle again. The land under the night sky was very different from that in the daytime. It was very quiet, so quiet that she seemed to be alone, and the night wind blew past her like a pair of hands After gently comforting her, she finally felt much better.

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Alva didn't go back to the room. He knew that his words during the meal had embarrassed Greenwell, so he hesitated for a while, and knocked on Greenwell's door.

A voice came from inside, asking him to push the door and go in.

Pushing open the door, Alva saw Grinwell in full attire. She was wearing the same dress that she married Potter and became Queen Zekeria, but she was old, and that dress was old too. Zekelia no longer exists, so she looks like a circus clown, funny and sad.

She saw Alva come in, got up, and spun around gracefully but staggeringly with the hem of her skirt:
"Alva, look, that's how I married your father back then, am I still as good-looking as I was back then?"

Alva looked at her, his nose was sore, he stepped forward and helped her straighten her gray and dry hair:
"The queen mother is still as young and beautiful as back then."

Glennwell laughed more and more happily. She lifted the hem of her skirt lightly, like a girl in her late teens, spinning and dancing lightly, but——

But she is really old, and she hasn't danced for many years, she has forgotten those dance steps, her body is like an old and rusty machine, stiff and unnatural.

So, her left foot stumbled over her right foot, and she fell to the ground like a dry yellow leaf that had already cracked.

Her ankle was sprained and it hurt a lot, but she lowered her head, still laughing, laughing out loud, until she went crazy.

"Mother..."

Alva rushed over with a big stride, stretched out his hands nervously to support her, and Greenwell raised her head at this moment, her face was covered with tears at some point, her hands grasped tightly Alva's arm, desperate and helpless, like a drowning struggling person:

"Alva, you must take me and your father out of this castle, and you must rebuild Sekria, did you hear me!"

In this increasingly dilapidated castle, time is like a sharp sickle in the hands of the god of death for her. Every time time passes, it is like taking a little bit of flesh out of her body. She is suffering day and night, day and night. Day and night, I dream of the glory that once belonged to Sekeria.

"I……"

Alva hesitated, he didn't want to be like the dream, he and Su also lived a normal life again.

However, he looked at Greenwell's face full of hope when he looked at him, and he couldn't bear to refuse. After the silence, he could only respond:

"My queen, I can rebuild Sekeria with my own strength!"

Just like his father, he built a country with bricks and bricks.

"No, your father and I can't wait!"

Greenwell refused straight away, her eyes became crazier, and the hand on Alva's arm sank deeper.

She was very old, and she had no time for Alva to build Cykeria brick by brick.

(End of this chapter)