Reborn Ancient Western Europe

Casio is Vanners' minister.At least, for now.

The official explanation is that he has just completed his travels and is now returning to Vanners to serve the royal family.

He had brought Queen Vannuth's summons, to pick up the procession, after they had been forgotten for so long.

He acted as if he was seeing Gray for the first time, gentle, respectful, and distant.

Gray pursed his lips and looked at Casio, then couldn't bear it anymore, and punched him hard in the face.

Casio covered the corners of his lips, with a little helplessness, but still said gently: "Please pack your luggage and go on the road as soon as possible, Her Majesty the Queen is waiting for you."

He looked at Yudora and said, "Your Highness also hopes to see you as soon as possible."

"Your Highness? Which Highness?" Udora asked.

"His Royal Highness, the newly conferred prince of Van Nus, he officially accepted the canonization ceremony a few days ago. Queen Van Nus has entrusted him with the work of receiving everyone."

As Casio said, his eyes swept over Gray without leaving a trace.

Eudora frowned, she patted Gray on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Let's go."

Gray was silent for a while, then nodded.

They didn't have anything to pack, and for some reason, Eudora took away all the wine left in the cellar, as well as the crude deck of cards they made themselves.

Gray left a note for Angus, although he knew that Angus might not come back here.

He suddenly felt a little disheartened.

Yudora stayed in the same carriage with him, and because of the snow, the carriage wobbled and walked very slowly.Leaning on Gray's shoulder, she swayed gently with the bumps.

The journey was slow and silent, as if there was no end. Gray stared at the pale and monotonous scenery outside the car window, silently saying a word.

They didn't reach their destination that day. After it was completely dark, they camped in an open field.

Gray ate something casually and returned to his tent.Yudora sat by the bonfire, drinking the wine in sips, her face was cloudy and cloudy against the firelight.

All night without incident.

The next day, it was still boring and boring.As the temperature rose further, the snow began to melt, and the road was muddy, and their speed became slower.

But even so, Vanners itself is not such a big country.In the evening, Gray could already see scattered buildings and more and more residents of Vanners.

When it was dark that day, they found a foothold, a small manor, covered by thick snow.

Gray still returned to the room early, lying on the bed with his eyes open, not feeling sleepy.

"I'm leaving."

Eudora's voice suddenly came from the direction of the window sill, accompanied by the sound of cold wind outside and the smell of snow.She nimbly jumped into the house and closed the window with her backhand.

Then the room fell silent again.

Gray sat up from the bed, wrapped the quilt tightly around his body, and looked at Eudora.

"Witt, please let me take care of you until I think you are safe." Yudora said, "You will arrive at Vanners Palace tomorrow, and then I will leave."

Gray opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Eudora looked at him, recalling Werther's expression at that time, but only remembered the contradictions in his deep eyes.

Gray's expression now is somewhat similar to Werther's at that time.

"He asked me to give you the last word." Eudora stared at Gray, her voice was as cold as frozen, and she said word by word: "Be careful with Carodia."

Be careful Carotti.

Gray lowered his head and said nothing.The warmth brought by the bedding seems to only stay on the surface of the skin, and then go deeper, the cold invades and freezes step by step, and gradually becomes stiff.

"If possible." Before leaving, Yudora looked back at Gray and said in a low voice, "Don't go back to the empire, and don't step into the imperial capital again."

Eudora just left.

Gray looked at the half-open window for a while before getting up to close it.Outside the window was a field of white snow with pale, dim shadows.Yudora was like a cat, skimming across the snow lightly, silently and quickly.

Gray watched silently for a while, then drew the curtains.

As Werther feared, Carodia was not someone who would give up so easily.

She seems to be born with that ability and can do anything she wants to do.In Gray's memory, there has never been a memory of her failure.

If she really didn't want to let her go, Gray didn't even intend to resist.

It was what he owed her, and what he owed her real child.

Moreover, Carodia is also aware of this.

"I don't care about his life or death. I only care about whether I can bring my real child back." Carodia wrapped in a black cloak, turned around and said to Werther lightly.

Carodia now looked like a bowstring that was stretched to the extreme, with a dangerous aura all over her body, almost uncontrollable to hurt others or herself.

She tiptoed, kissed Werther's forehead, looked into his eyes and said emphatically: "I know you like that child, dear, but don't get in my way."

The hint in her tone made Werther unable to say anything, and could only look at her in disapproval.

Women are such creatures. When they have a lover, the lover will become the most important existence in their minds.But when they have a child and become a mother, then the child will dominate everything about them.

She loved Werther, Werther never doubted that.But even so, if Werther got in her way, she would never allow it.

Werther clearly saw Carodia pushing herself to the edge of the cliff, but there was nothing she could do.

"Don't worry." She kissed her husband again and comforted him, "I promise, everything will be fine in the end."

Werther shook his head and took her arm.

Carotte took a deep look at Werther, then gently broke away from his hand, and smiled at Werther.

She pulled up the hood of her cloak, turned and stepped into the night.Night Breeze lifted the corner of her cloak slightly, making her look like she had grown black wings.

Mrs. Cliff came out from the corner. She looked at the back of Carodia leaving with a blank face, and then whispered to her son: "After all these years, she still hasn't changed at all."

Werther pursed his lips and lowered his eyes.

Mrs. Cliff patted him on the shoulder, comforting him silently.

"We're not going to do nothing," she said, with a certain determination in her eyes.