Reborn Ancient Western Europe

A long dream that never seems to wake up. Those who have not experienced it will probably not know its horror.

It was completely different from the panic of not being able to control one's body during the nightmare. It was a kind of fear that was not so strong, but it penetrated deeper into the bone marrow and eroded slowly.What's more serious is that you simply don't know when this state of ignorance will end, and whether it will end.

Eudora was aware of this pain, but she looked at Gray lying on the soft bed sheet, but said nothing.

She didn't want Werther to worry unnecessarily.

Even she herself never thought that she could get along with Werther so peacefully like she is now.

That man has not changed at all, and the influence of time can barely find any traces on him.He was still the same as Eudora had seen him at first, his eyes were still clear despite seeing everything.

The Tislandi family really protected him very well.

When Eudora thought of this, she felt ironic, and a little bit, similar to the dark emotions mixed with jealousy and hatred.

It was ugly, but she had absolutely no control over it.

"Do you know what Carodia did?" she asked suddenly.

Werther was sitting beside Gray's bed, frowning slightly, looking carefully at Gray's face.As if he didn't hear Yudora's question, he didn't even move.

Eudora sighed and stopped talking.

She asked a stupid question.

Whatever Carodia was going to do, she never concealed from Werther.

She was going to find Angus, and she knew about the special relationship between Angus and Princess Emir from some channel of the Tislandi family.Under such circumstances, only he has the means to make changes to this almost foregone marriage.

Although, her approach may not be so peaceful.

She hated Angus to the bone.This is not only because of Gray's affairs, but also because he killed Summerster.

Werther knew about Summerster, but he was limited to knowing.But he couldn't be sure how much this man's death would affect his wife.

He remembered the look on Carodia's face when she learned of Summerster's death, the last thing he wanted to see on her face.

Almost completely swallowed by hatred, only the last bit of reason is struggling to support.

He wasn't sure how long she could last.

In fact, Angus was in an extremely embarrassing situation during the days after Gray returned to Tislandi.

Wilson brought more than half of the defense forces of the Tislandi family, and they were almost non-stop around the clock, trying to put him to death.It wasn't such an easy chase. When Carroti received the news, they had just successfully trapped him in a small village on the outskirts of the imperial capital.

When Carodia saw Angus, the snow had not stopped, and the village was covered with a thin layer of white.The air is as clean as if it has been purified, and all the details are clearly visible.The melodious bells came from the simple church, the slow and steady sound shook the air one after another.

Carotte took a deep breath of the cold air, feeling her entire lungs became cold.

This is an abandoned house, the windows have been completely sealed, the room is dim, and only the outline of things can be seen.

Carodia stood at the door without any weapons.Although Wilson expressed disapproval, Carodia knew that if she carried any sharp objects on her body, she would definitely be unable to control her emotions and stab the sharp blade into that person's body.

As long as she thought that it was this person who killed Somerset, she couldn't think rationally at all.

No one knew what Somerset meant to her, including Werther.Although that kind of feeling has nothing to do with love, it has long gone beyond the scope of friendship.

When she met Werther, she said without shyness, she was just a girl who knew nothing about this world.

Tired of her father's overly strict discipline, and having read too many knight novels, she was young and ignorant, so she rashly boarded a ship temporarily docked in Deimos City, intending to start her own adventure.

The result is naturally a lot of suffering.

Summerster appeared at that time, the hero saves the beauty?Well, if one ignores the large sum of money he got from Carotti's father, it can indeed be called a heroic rescue.

Anyway, he rescued Karoti and sent her back to Deimos City.

But unfortunately, Somerset is a road idiot. The best road idiot you can imagine is multiplied by a hundred times, and it is about half as much as his road idiot.

So this journey, under Kaluti's deliberate misguidance, developed towards the trend of traveling around the world.When she finally returned to Demos to meet her father, Gray's father was beside her.

And during the journey that didn't have so many adventures, Summerster almost shattered the word knight in front of Kalotti, and then reshaped it again.

It is no exaggeration to say that Summerster had a great influence on the shaping of Carotti's world view.

So, she couldn't accept his death.

She would never want to believe that.

However, when she bent down and walked into this dimly lit room, her tumbling mood suddenly calmed down.Of course, this is not true calm, and the volcano of hatred may erupt again at any time.

She looked at Angus, the man with his eyes closed, leaning against the wall with his arms folded.Carodia was sure that he was asleep now, but she was also sure that as long as she took a step closer, this man would open his eyes vigilantly and react quickly.

It's ironic, Carotti suddenly realized that there was a resemblance between this man and Summerster.

She curled her fingers and tapped lightly on the door with her knuckles.There was a muffled sound of wood that had begun to rot inside, accompanied by a small tumult of dust.

As she expected, the man opened his eyes almost immediately, looking straight at him with sharp eyes.He woke up faster than ordinary people, and he couldn't tell that he was still asleep for the last second.

"Angus."

Carotte never thought that her voice could be so low, it seemed to come from the ground, with the coldness of ice.

"Carotte."

Angus moved his legs, still folded his arms, and said in a low voice.His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were black and blue.Wilson is not an easy man to deal with. He has been exhausted and severely sleep deprived during the past period.

He knew his limit, and knew that he couldn't last long.

Angus didn't want his life to be over yet, and while dying in a quiet village might add a sad and lyrical eulogy to his funeral (if one were held for him), he still wished he had more Live for a few years.

"I have something to tell you about Lord Yemool."

Finally, Angus said this with a sigh.

"Coincidentally, I also have something to tell you about Summerster."

Carodia also spoke.

None of them noticed, and at some point, the snow had stopped.Dark clouds are still gathering in the sky, while the earth is still silent.