before he was crowned king

Elves are a beautiful and long-lived race.With their lithe bodies and pointy ears, they are natural dancers.

According to the legend, they take the forest as their home, and are accompanied by flowers and leaves, and generally hide in the green ocean without being discovered by people.

His slender fingers quickly flipped through the black leather book on the table.

"The drizzle of sorrow in the forest, dripping, dripping, dripping from pure and graceful beauty, is the sparkle brewed by time."

Symbolism, appropriation, and reference are all commonly used techniques in poetry. It is easier to think of the answer by picking out the elements in the sentence than bluntly facing the understanding.

Forest and elves.

beauty and appearance

Drops and tears.

Time and longevity.

……

……

The so-called "Shining of Time" may refer to the tears that the elves shed because of sadness.

This is just Sean's unfounded guess, whether it is true or not, he needs to verify it himself.

Sean carefully extracted Lilian's tears from the ring, trying to avoid the incorporation of tiny impurities in the process.

In the eyes of most nobles, glass products are too cheap to reflect their superior status.

But in Sean's eyes, glass is an extremely suitable container material. It is transparent, stable, corrosion-resistant, and suitable for storing most liquid materials.

The key price is still very cheap.

Take out the material that has been ground into fine powder, heat it on the flame, and at the same time dilute the tears just extracted to make a viscous liquid, mix it into it and stir slowly.

Afterwards, Sean took out the magic circle that had been drawn earlier, and used a very slender silver spoon to fill the processed materials according to the lines drawn by the ink.

Finally, Sean took out a silver dagger, cut the skin of his fingertips, and dripped warm blood on the center of the circle.

The moment the blood drops fell, the magic circle emitted a light red light.

Sean's throat rolled, and his heart beat slightly faster.

However, the wonderful light didn't stay for long, and it went out after a while.

The gods did not come, except for a few wisps of green smoke.

Nothing happened.

"Is it still not possible?"

Sean sighed inaudibly. Although he was prepared to fail, he would inevitably feel a little depressed.

Leaning on his cane, he left the study and locked the door.

After returning to the bedroom, Sean simply dealt with the scars left by Mrs. Mary.

Now, his body needs rest.

It was a rare night of peace for Sheen.

Thanks to his good brother Alex, tonight at least he doesn't have to worry about being blasted to ashes by Madam Mary's magic in his sleep, and dies silently.

Sleepiness came slowly.

Sean's consciousness began to gradually dim, and he heard the high-pitched and bright cry of the male nightingale.

The long chirping of birds flowed into the bedroom from the window with the night wind, as if those few taupe birds were standing on the railing of his window sill.

A nightingale is a bird of mourning.

In the ancient scriptures, if a child dies at the hands of his parents, the gods will turn him into a singing nightingale out of mercy.

What a harbinger of inopportune times.

Sean frowned, as if closing the window.

He got out of bed barefoot and came to the open window sill.

There is no nightingale, no light, the whole manor is like a sleeping monster, crawling on the vast land, silent...

Sean was taken aback, looking down at his legs, not knowing how he got here.

He didn't have the support of a cane at all.

Sean lifted his left foot and walked a few steps forward.

The movements of the body are so coordinated and smooth, as if his long-crippled leg has really recovered completely so miraculously.

How could such a thing happen.

Sean calmed down, it was all too weird.

Why was there the cry of the nightingale before.

It's not yet March, and the weather hasn't really gotten warmer yet, so it's not the season for nightingales to fly back.

Why is it so quiet now?

There are night watchmen on duty in Rose Manor.Because of his inconvenient legs and feet, his room was at the stairs on the second floor, and the lower right happened to be the rest room for the night watchman. Usually, besides the footsteps, he could still hear the noisy sound of playing cards.

Sean turned his head abruptly, a tower-like giant tree replaced the furnishings in his house, a pale blood-colored full moon slowly rose from the majestic trees, and the cold and thin light diffused like mist, as if The huge pearl that was just salvaged from under the glacier exuded an indescribable chill.

The bedroom had disappeared, and the ground was covered with twisted thorns like pythons.

The bed where Sean slept was still in its original position. Under the moonlight, the shadows of the four pillars stretched long on the ground.

——There is a body lying there silently on the bed, and the curtains are floating, hazy and indistinct.

Sean's pupils contracted slightly, and he walked slowly towards the bed. Rose Manor had disappeared, and only he and this strange body remained in this quiet and dense space.

He didn't know what had happened, if someone had used magic, or something.

As the distance approached, he finally saw the truth under the veil.

It is a male body bound by thorns.

The long golden hair lingers among the thorns and thorns, against the holy and pale face, it is perfect and impeccable.The man's pupils were a blood red that he had never seen before, like the blood moon in the sky, and his cold eyes were staring at Sean at this moment.

"Human." The man's pale lips moved.

"God..." Xi En looked at everything in front of him, suppressing the shock in his voice, "It's because I descended...Are you a god?"

"God?" There were a few strange muffled noises from the man's throat, "Humans, get out of here."

Complicated magic circles appeared in the blood-colored eyes, like hot magma bursting out.

Sean's spirit was swallowed in an instant, as if he was drowning in a black hole that could not breathe, his body fell rapidly and infinitely.

Driven by the instinct of dying, Sean raised his hand to touch his neck.

"Viscount! Viscount! Are you alright? Is it a nightmare?" Joe asked worriedly as he stood beside him. "Your forehead is covered with sweat. I'll get you a towel."

Sean sat on the bed, bent slightly, still panting.

Has he had a nightmare?

Dreamed of a man with blood-colored eyes?

What is there to be afraid of in a male body that cannot move.

"Viscount." Joe handed a warm and clean towel to Sean.

"Is it already daytime?" Sean held his forehead with his hand, and the incomparably real chill in his mind had not completely faded away.

"Yes, Viscount," said Jo softly, "shall I wait on you?"

"I'll do it myself." Sean pursed his lips, "help me open the curtains."

Bright sunlight streaming in through the windows symbolizes the beginning of a new day.Feeling the warmth from the light, Sean's nerves slowly relaxed, and his face returned to calm.

"Viscount, there is still an hour before the carriage on the Grand Duke's mansion will arrive at the gate." Qiao said respectfully.

"I know, go down."

After Sean dressed himself, he came to the study with a cane.

The magic circle that failed yesterday was still placed on the table.

"Is it just a dream?"

Sean had no way of knowing the answer.

He had no time to continue to dwell on the truth of last night, because the old housekeeper of Grand Duke Henry's residence had already visited with a brown suitcase.

"Viscount Sean, here are samples, a total of [-] pieces. The Grand Duke means that after you have seen it, please come to the mansion to discuss the remaining terms in detail."

After sending the things to Sean, Joe sent the old butler out of the manor.

Sean leaned back in his chair, his eyebrows loosened.

A stone in his heart finally fell.

As the contents of the book have been confirmed time and time again, Sean has firmly believed in his tragic fate in the future.

To change everything completely, Sean's choice is to escape from Rose Manor.

Not having enough money has been the biggest problem with his plans.

Sean didn't openly joke with Henry at the dinner party.

As a viscount, he has a manor, two mines, and a large piece of land under his name. Nearly a thousand commoners are cultivating crops for him every day.

This is a huge number.

However, the money has nothing to do with Sean, and it is all under the jurisdiction of Mrs. Mary.

No matter where you are, there is only so much you can do without money.

Fortunately, this problem has now been solved.

Tapping the class lock, Sean opened the suitcase, and inside were [-] neatly shining queen coins.

This is a new coin just minted by Grand Duke Henry.

Both the material and the pattern are exactly the same as the Queen's coins that flow into people's hands.

This is a matter of course, the casting molds are all in one set.

If you have to say that there is a difference, it is the number on the side of the gold coin that is not easy to detect with the naked eye.

Because the amount of gold required to make the Queen's Coin is far lower than the value given by the Queen's Coin itself.

Therefore, according to the rules in the Saint Via Code, each Queen's gold coin has a unique eighteen-digit number.

This number is set by Queen Carina personally according to the number of coins minted each year before minting.

A gold coin corresponds to a serial number.

But the serial numbers of the [-] new coins in Sean's hands are exactly the same.

This is the deal that Rose Manor and Grand Duke Henry conspired for mutual benefit.

In the near future, there will be [-] Queen's coins with repeated numbers from the Grand Duke's Mansion to the Rose Manor, and then from the Rose Manor to the entire currency system of the Saint Via Empire.

One hundred thousand sounds like a lot.

But when they really flow into the ocean of money, who can distinguish them clearly.

Stealing the minting of Queen's coins is something that the Royal Family of Sanvia will never allow.

Sean knew the danger involved.

But gold coins always have two sides, and at the same time, he also caught a big trick of Mrs. Mary.

In order to win, he must do whatever it takes to get more hole cards that make the enemy fearful.

At the same time, the top floor of Rose Manor.

The brown-haired girl was sitting at the table with her head bowed, while Mrs. Mary was holding a cup of freshly brewed scented tea and tasting it gracefully.

"Lady Mary," Lillian whispered, "I would do nothing to hurt Sean."

The teacup was put down gently.

"Well, I think so." Madam Mary said calmly, "But Lilian, I'm curious about one thing. In your heart, will I allow you to step into Rose Manor again as Alex's wife?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-03-2221:11:53~2020-03-2321:46:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Xijun and Xu Sizhao one;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：arotai20瓶；青林19瓶；卿十二、日月拾言10瓶；微生无月、别耽误我看美人5瓶；玄夏、玥瑶3瓶；云戈2瓶；爱慕须绒1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!