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After Xi Ruier helped Alan find out Enrina's identity and even went to meet the female leader himself, she stopped paying attention to this matter.At the time, he didn't realize what this incident could bring him.

He didn't intend to hurt these people—before he knew the truth, he regarded them as relatives, but even if he knew the truth, could the long-standing emotions really be completely let go?

Veronica took him by the hand and brought him into the royal court when he was still a child. Charlie and Ellen treated him as a brother, and the queen and prince treated him as if they loved their own son. He grew up in Windsor when he was young. Big, its brand is engraved all over his body, just like he will do his best to support Veronica, Allen has nothing to do with that matter, and Cyril can really use him to achieve attack ... the purpose of those whom he regards as his kin?

Xi Ruier couldn't help but admit that every care he had felt in the royal court was sincere. He was cared for, loved, pampered, and cherished. It was all sincere, without any involvement of interests.But now that he thinks about it, why doesn't it mean to make up for all the favors the Queen gave him?

But how could he have imagined that the truth that was buried back then would be so unbearable!He was so miserable that he had to take revenge to comfort all the innocent victims!

In the past, he could never have imagined what the original owner offended so that he would be abandoned in the end—now facing the things he sorted out, he faintly knew, perhaps, because his surname was Almacia, because he was the Duke of Silvermoon, because He was the only bloodline left of Queen Irma, and he was a menace.

Protect him, because he still has value?Abandon him, because there is a higher interest than keeping him?Just like abandoning his parents and the forces behind them back then?When he was really abandoned, even if there were still people who apologized to him, it would not be able to offset the final hatred. Perhaps in the eyes of the executioner, his survival for so many years was just a fluke, and death was the destination he should have stepped into. !

Cyril knew that the original owner's life was not his own ending, but no matter what, this account that no one except him knew had to be settled.

It was almost dawn, and there was faint light piercing through the dawn in the east. Cyril raised her eyes from the desk where she had buried her head all night, her eyes blurred, she was dazed for a moment, then slowly got up, stood in front of the French windows, Quietly looking at the sky that is about to change dramatically.

He was sorting out relevant information about his father's political group.

He has been deliberately ignoring a fact - with his father's political status and background strength, did no one really notice the tricks behind the plane accident?The black hands behind the scenes can erase most of the evidence and rumors, but there were so many families and forces standing behind Erma back then, and there were so many who did not buy into the royal family, how could it be possible for everyone to shut up?

He has never wanted to understand this question, because he knows very well that once he knows the answer, he will directly touch the most core thing, and this thing will make the whole situation out of control, because he absolutely cannot hold back.

In addition, what Xi Ruier relies on is a list in his mind, which is the last wealth left to him by his father.

He firmly remembers and dare not forget, he has always hoped that he will not use it one day, but now there is no way, it is very difficult for him to defeat a family that is in full swing, especially this family has the entire royal family behind it, and the royal family has a certain meaning It is equivalent to the whole country.

Not paying attention doesn't mean he doesn't care.In recent years, he has stayed away from the center of British power, and even showed no interest in politics. In addition to protecting himself, he also cares about numbing the vision in the shadows.But he knew that he would have to get it all back after all.

Now these materials are all made by himself, and no one can help him.Those who know the truth are not suitable to understand the political implications, and those who understand the political relationship are not suitable to be told the true purpose. That year he watched the sunset alone in the White Castle, and many years later he was still walking alone, wanting to be caught in the dark What is doomed cannot be changed.

Her heart was a little heavy under the pressure of the boulder, and Cyril turned and walked out of the study before she could not breathe.He went downstairs, not for any purpose, just wandering around.

It was still too early, and the servants and bodyguards on duty at night were a little surprised to see him, but they were well-trained and did not make any noise.Outside the porch, he saw the cat returning silently in the pre-dawn twilight—the cat that had been crazy all night and was just coming back at this time to catch up on sleep. When it suddenly bumped into him, it was also stunned, and then stopped dexterously beating. body, sat down and watched him quietly.

Cyril nodded at it as a greeting.Kroen didn't go out with him, but just sat there shaking his tail from time to time, his innocent and scrutinizing eyes fixed on him, with a kind of nervousness unique to cats.

Unknowingly, I walked to the Marigold Paradise.Cyril looked up at the sleeping building for a long time, and finally picked a bench at random and sat down.

He let his mind go blank for a while, and when the entire eastern sky turned white, a little weight fell on his shoulders—Siril raised his head, and Naiden was putting his coat on him.

"Please go and rest for a while," his personal butler advised, "If you continue to work like this, you will not be able to hold on."

"...can't sleep." Cyril said helplessly.The spirit is very exhausted, but the consciousness still refuses to fall into a deep sleep, as if some formless thing has been stimulating his nerves, making him unable to escape from such an embarrassing situation.

"You have to adjust your state, that kind of thing... can't be done overnight." Naiden said.

"I understand the truth," Cyril smiled wryly, "but the more I got stuck in the situation back then, the more frightened I was that I couldn't calm down."

"So, do you have any new ideas?"

"Yes." Cyril was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "I now feel that my father... is really a great patriarch."

Counting it in detail, how could the masters of Erma in the past be great?Few families can last that long, but Alma did.They entered the House of Lords and firmly held political power, but they never moved closer to the royal family, did not marry the great nobles of their own country, and insisted on their independence, purity and pride. This did not mean to fear the royal family and protect themselves.

Cyril once thought that his father had a good relationship with the royal family, but now he thinks that instead of saying that his father is close to the royal family, it is better to say that his father has a close relationship with His Excellency Andrew, and His Excellency Andrew just happened to become the queen's husband.As for the fact that his father sent him to the royal court to receive education... As expected, there must be some kind of consideration and exchange behind the scenes.

In Cyril's view, his father is a typical Patriarch of Elma, an extremely qualified Duke of Silvermoon, everything he does has his deep meaning, in fact, all his decisions are prescient.At least, after the accident with his wife that year, although Cyril was alone, he saved the whole of Alma after all.Cyril himself is the closest Alma heir to the royal family. Although his father was not happy with his success, he did not comment on it. Maybe it was a retreat he chose for his child—in fact, the more Cyril liquidated, the more he felt Doubt, father... did he foresee the danger?

Foresaw the shadow hanging over his head?Even if it wasn't a plane crash, should it be another "accident"?He sent Cyril to Windsor early, and did not even adopt the family's long-standing education method but entrusted him to the Queen's care. Such a move entangled his fate with the royal family, so that he encountered In times of crisis, the queen must lend a helping hand.

——But Xi Ruier thought, his father must not have expected that he himself would die in that way in the end, and he did not expect that according to his assumption, the original owner would still be abandoned in the end.From this perspective, "accident" is really an accident.

"When you really walk into this fog, you will find that there are countless possibilities and layers of mystery... You think that what you expect is the truth, but behind the truth, there is still a strong shadow that dominates There is still a controlling force behind the hands of the victim." Cyril subconsciously looked at her hands, she clenched her fingers tightly, then loosened them, and then clenched them again, "They left everything to me... it is really the cruelest tenderness .”

Naiden was silent for a long time: "But, you always know what you are going to do."

"Ha," Shriel smiled, "I'm still not sure about the final answer, but at least, everyone I know will have to pay the price—no matter what the reason is." The flickering light was extremely cold, "I've worked so hard for it, and I'm eager to get something in return."

He smiled like this, but the light in the ice-blue pupils was that kind of quiet, light, almost inorganic look, which made them show a child-like innocence.

Naiden said nothing more, he just bowed respectfully.

Carey hurried back to the territory.

He carefully looked up the work that Xi Ruier had done bit by bit, and couldn't read it halfway through.

He pressed his hands on those documents and was speechless for a long time. Finally, he took a deep breath and raised his head to look at his master with difficulty: "These things, as long as a little leak out..." He There was another pause, "...it will be like an explosion." He calmed down completely, and his voice returned to normal volume: "You did these, and you didn't intend to let them out?"

"Yes," Cyril said, "as long as I start, I'm doomed to lose."

They all know that it is true that many families and forces can be shaken by this thing, and it can even be subverted if it is operated, but it cannot shake this country, let alone subvert it.And failing to do the latter is dangerous.

Carey closed his eyes: "You have to tell me exactly what you want to do..." He tried to keep calm, but the anxiety in his expression was still very clear, "You are still afraid of touching a certain limit , like these things, once you do it, it will turn from darkness to light, right? 'They' will all know it's you, right?"

He said: "Please let me know - your plan. I can't put you in a dangerous situation, but in fact, only you have grasped that safe 'degree', and I don't even know when to do it. To remind you, to protect you...to stop you."

Xi Ruier was silent for a while, then sighed: "You are right, I can't trust myself."

- "I could lose control at any time."

Both of them were silent for a long time.Cyril drew a few names on the paper and said to him, "Help me make an appointment with them."

"Do you want...?" Carey was already a little vigilant, "A former cabinet minister, a member of the House of Commons, and one... is currently in prison."

"How sure are you of meeting without letting anyone know?"

"In this world, as long as you do one thing, there will always be traces." Carey took another deep breath, "Even if the traces are erased, there will be traces that erase the traces. You don't want to bet on this .”

"What if it's just one person?" Cyril pointed to the prison.

Carey stared at the name: "...This is the most difficult one."

"Just him."

Carey looked up at him for a long time before compromising: "Okay."

No matter how many years pass, the countryside of central Italy never seems to change.

In this small town with a population of only [-], the farmlands and woods are scattered here and there. In this season, everything is still green in shades of shades.Modern equipment has replaced most of the traditional farm tools, and people are still accustomed to a simple and free lifestyle.

Low and simple houses, with vines climbing on the walls, each family can see each other's location across a large sloping field, chickens, ducks, rabbits and dogs are raised in the yard, and there are even pony horses occasionally whereabouts.

It was still early when Leander arrived here, the olive trees and pine trees on both sides of the road were very lush, he watched the setting sun hang on the branches, and as the sunset in the sky sank a little bit, his destination was a brick and red tile building. In a farm house, an old woman was sitting in a rocking chair in the yard, slowly knitting a sweater.

Her face still looks very young, at least the moisture contained in the mechanism is not what an old man can have, but the lines on the corners of the eyes and forehead are so deep, each line counts the difficult years she has experienced, her gray hair is very fluffy, Randomly braided into a big braid hanging over the shoulders, the eyes are a soft green like their expressions.An old tortoiseshell cat squatted at her feet, squinting and staring lazily at the bushes not far away.

Liandel waved his hand, and everyone behind him consciously walked away.Any breath he carried was incompatible with this place, and the man stood there from a distance, staring at the woman until it was getting late, the woman packed up the wool ball, bent down and touched the old man The cat meowed, stretched and straightened up. She smiled, followed with difficulty and got up to walk back to the house. When she raised her head, her eyes glanced to this side inadvertently.

When she saw him, she seemed to be stunned, and then her face gradually faded - not because of coldness and hostility, but just as indifferent in the face of insignificant people.

Leander took off his hat and put it on his chest, and bowed slowly. The woman's expression became stiff, her mouth was tightly pursed as if she was angry, but in the end, her instinctive self-cultivation and etiquette prevailed, she picked up her skirt and bowed back .

The man in the black suit put his hat back on and walked into the yard.

"What else can you get from me?" The old woman sat back on the rocking chair and said indifferently.

Leander didn't speak, he just raised his head and looked around at the scenery.It's not about appreciating the scenery, but simply looking at it.

After a long stalemate like this, he finally said, "How are you doing now, Miss Xinna?"

"Thanks to you." He mocked mercilessly.

Leander's expression was calm: "I thought this was what you wanted."

"But it doesn't include, I will be willing to be imprisoned!"

The woman stared at him, and said every word.Because of emotional agitation, the green pupils are fluttering, and for a moment, the green seems to melt into water and fall, but the almost completely closed life of more than 20 years has obviously sharpened a woman's soft mind, and her eyes slowly harden again .

"Such a mountain, such a field, such a house, and your cat," Leander paused, and said slowly, "Isn't it good to live like this?"

The woman's emotions were suddenly so intense that she couldn't restrain it. She opened her mouth, but she didn't say a word, but she coughed violently. She pressed her throat hard, her expression cold and stiff.The cat frowned and seemed to want to run away, but after a while it slowly walked away from Gulai, squatting at her feet, meowing again and again.

If there is a choice, I would probably rather die then.

Xin Na patted the cat soothingly with her rough and old hands, took a deep breath, and her voice was exhausted to the extreme: "Tell me, what do you want... For more than ten years, you have never appeared in front of me again , you won't come to see me again for no reason!"

"I don't want to bother you if I can."

"He went to find..." Leander paused and said his name.

She didn't specify who "he" was, but Xin Na's pupils shrank suddenly, her fingers were tightly clamped on the armrest of the wicker chair, her lips were trembling: "How is it possible...how is it possible..." She lost control of her emotions, "What do you say?" Well, don’t let him know!”

"No one wants him to know." Leander remained calm, "but he doesn't want to be an ignorant."

"Then stop him!" Xin Na said painfully, "They won't let him go!"

"He doesn't want to let himself go."

After a long silence, Xin Na raised her head, looking at that face, two lines of tears suddenly fell down.

"What did you promise me—you said it!" Her voice was sharp and piercing, she beat the chair hard with her hands and tried to stand up, but her legs were so weak that she couldn't move, she shouted, fighting with herself, tears flowing down Seeing the vertical and horizontal grooves on his face, "You promised-you liar! Devil!!"

Leander just watched her so peacefully and sadly.

The author has something to say: 10.17

Xin Na appeared in the previous episode [-], she is the maid of honor of the Duchess.Minor spoiler, the wife was expecting to give birth in Losanik before, and the person staying by her side to take care of her was Xin Na.

I suddenly feel that today I can be more...