My old enemy finally fell in love with me after rebirth three times

A white light flashed, and a group of troops appeared at the headquarters of the Magic Association in the main city of Stannor.

The leading boy was dressed in a dark and gorgeous noble dress, handsome in appearance, with exquisite facial features, and red pupils like magnificent red gemstones, exuding a thrilling luster.

The flaming red hair was very eye-catching, and the moment they saw him, everyone in the association stopped what they were doing, bowed in fear, and said: "Dear Your Highness Snoke, good evening."

"Get up." An indifferent voice sounded, and everyone stood up. The boy left without looking at them again.

It was late at night, and their purpose was clear - the palace.

In that hall, the king has been waiting for a long time.

Seeing the red-haired boy who came back, his serious and resolute face showed a bit of obscurity, and asked lightly: "What's the matter?"

Xiao Nuo leaned over, knelt on the ground on one knee, and saluted him: "Father, everything has been resolved. Before leaving, we set up a teleportation magic circle in the center of the grassland, and we can let the headquarters of the Magic Association and the Knights Union go there to set up a magic circle." branch."

As long as the convenient road is opened, humans will soon be able to return to that grassland again.

The Mellats have roamed Learley for nearly 2000 years, and it's time to give that land back.

"Thank you, Snoke." The king stood up, walked up to the boy, reached out his hand, and patted his head lightly.

"With you, maybe after that, Aurora can regain the glory of 2000 years ago."

——The open country, the rich people, and being looked up to by other races and countries make the race stand at the top of the forest of races again.

"Father," Xiao Nuo squinted and smiled, "I will definitely live up to my trust."

——"I will give brother Troy a dream country, let him become the greatest human king in the world, and sit back and relax."

The king smiled with satisfaction, "Snoke, I sure did not misread you."

The son of prophecy recorded in the ancient books handed down by the church, the prophecy proclaimed by the Holy Maiden of Light Olivier himself, the young man who will change the entire continent in the future, Snoke, is the powerful long sword of this country.

The king treated him like a prince, but when he brought the child back, he had already said that the future king of Aurora was only Troy.

This means that no matter how powerful Snoke is, he can only become a prince, not a king.

But the boy didn't seem to care.

He even willingly gave everything to the royal family of Nogdinland.

"Get up, stop kneeling." The king smiled and said, "You have worked hard too, go back and rest."

"It's nothing hard to share the worries of father and brother Wang." Xiao Nuo stood up, "It's late, please father to rest earlier."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left the hall.

The room was next door to the Troy house.

There is only a wall.

Looking at the door next to him, the young man stretched out his hand and stroked it lightly, as if he was feeling the breath of that person's life inside through the door panel.

The red eyes narrowed slightly, and the color of longing appeared in the pupils.

He wanted to open the lock and get in, but he couldn't get in without the elf.

My heart was a little irritable, and there was a trace of coldness in my eyes.

Xiao Nuo withdrew his hand, looked at Troy's door again reluctantly, and then returned to his room.

In the palace, the night was very quiet.

Only the footsteps of the patrolling knights sounded back and forth.

The knights guarding the gate of the palace held spears and long swords, and were ready to fight. Just after the rotation, the knights in charge of the night shift looked very energetic.

Suddenly, a figure appeared outside the palace. The knight standing on the high tower frowned slightly, and shouted there: "Who is it!?"

The sound also alarmed the other patrollers. They rushed to the door, surrounded the man wearing the magic cloak, and looked at him warily.

The young man reached out and took off his hood. At that moment, his golden hair was exposed, his blue eyes were slightly smiling, and his fair and delicate face was very familiar. The knights in the palace basically knew him.

"T-His Royal Highness Troy!"

A voice of astonishment sounded, and Andy, who had rushed over, was equally astonished when he saw Troy.

But McGrady seemed to know about it a long time ago, so he didn't show any strange expression, and bowed to the boy and said, "Good evening, Your Highness."

These words made everyone wake up from a dream, and they knelt down on one knee to salute him one after another.

Andy's lips trembled, and his words trembled a little. Tears welled up in his eyes. He looked at Troy and asked, "Your Highness... are you a dead soul now?"

Troy: "...No."

He smiled and said to the man, "I'm not dead."

Andy stepped forward and looked carefully at the boy whom he hadn't seen for a long time. The disbelief in his pupils still existed, and it seemed that he hadn't recovered yet.

Who would have thought that the Temple of Troy could survive falling into the magma? !

"You, weren't you... swallowed by magma?"

"The sword I carried with me saved me, and there is a light element attached to it." The boy explained.

sword.

Andy didn't expect that a sword could save people.

"The journey is exhausting, everyone, I have to go back to my room to rest, and besides, the matter of my return—" he warned: "Don't spread the word."

"Yes!" Everyone agreed in unison.

It's been almost half a year since I came out.

I do miss the palace a little bit, miss my mother, and my father.

Of course, although it is missing, the things I want to ask, I still can't forget.

It's past twelve o'clock at night.

The pendulum clock at the end of the corridor of the palace chimed rhythmically.

Troy walked on the long corridor with burning candles, and soon arrived at his room.

A faint voice came from the box: "That guy is also in the palace."

That guy—referring to Xiao Nuo.

Putting his hand on the door, Troy glanced at the door next to him, lowered his eyes slightly, thought for a while, and said, "I'll talk to him later."

Snoke sneered: "That guy is bewitched by the dark element now, your words can always be refuted by the dark element one by one, and brainwash him again."

"..." Troy sighed, "But, it's better to talk about it."

He entered his room, and only Troy could open the magic lock in front of the door.

The room was the same as it was before I left, the only thing that was a little different was the little wrinkles on the bed.

Troy paused and frowned slightly: "Someone came in."

Snook said: "Yes, I have been in."

"!" Troy said, "How did you get in?!"

Obviously there is a magic lock, no one can enter except myself, even parents.

The boy in the box smiled and said, "Didn't your elf come back before? Use it to open the door."

Troy: "..."

He rubbed his forehead, and his words were displeased: "It's too much to enter other people's rooms casually. What is your purpose?"

Snoke smiled when he heard him ask, "Look for it yourself."

He leaned against the inner wall of the box, raised his eyes to look at the top, and said, "What's the purpose? It's just that I want to make my identity more legitimate."

Troy didn't understand what he meant, but he still started to rummage through the box to see if he was missing anything.

Sure enough——when the young man opened the desk drawer, the manuscript of Izawa was gone.

"You took it? Where is it now?" Troy asked, frowning.

"destroyed."

"What?!" The blond boy was a little annoyed: "Hey! I haven't finished that book yet!"

"Who told you not to watch it early in the morning?" Snoke seemed very indifferent, "If you read the previous three lives earlier before I was reborn, nothing will happen to me."

"..." Troy pursed his lips slightly, "What do you mean? Snoke, what do you know?"

The red-haired boy narrowed his eyes, "I do know, but Troy—"

He chuckled, "I won't tell you."

That last letter.

Last record.

The pupil color of the red-haired boy suddenly cooled down.

He was mean, after all—people are selfish.

Sometimes, for oneself, some dirty means and dirty ways are necessary.