During the reign of 36 years, his son Claire succeeded him in the succession of his father, and the conscientious emperor died of illness twenty years later. His younger brother Nickles tried his best to seize the imperial power, swept away the remnants of the old emperor in one fell swoop and stepped onto the stage of Fergar's brilliant history, he was fond of war, once led an elite to sweep away the threat of the surrounding enemy countries, and repeatedly broke into the small and reckless country to expand the territory of Fergar, if it were not for the fact that he raised the tax amount several times during his lifetime and tried to depose the real power of the priests and bishops of the Holy See, which caused the whole country to rebel and protest in □□groups, and even assassins infiltrated the palace and took off his head to end his sixteen-year reign, Nickles would have been famous for centuries.

After discussion in Parliament, the new Emperor Abt II was put on the throne, He is a puppet emperor without merit, The noble and ornate Fergar crown only stayed on his head for two short years, Since neither he nor the previous emperor left any heirs, After the fall of his regime, a fifteen-year-old girl from the Duke of Greenwyn's palace took over the throne as Empress Gnaisia, her father shed the blood of the royal family of Ferga, Abt II was her uncle, The only holy magician of the empire was her enlightenment teacher, She herself has the talent of the whole system, she broke through the nine stars at a young age, and her fists are sometimes more effective than any means, so it makes sense for her to be the new emperor.

The faces under the crown have changed several times, but no matter which emperor can shake the status of the Duke of Amphilos's palace, the Amphilos family has never had an emperor, but they are inseparable from every emperor, their people have never coveted the throne, and they are loyal servants of the Fergar Empire for a hundred years.

Now in the twenty-sixth year of the reign of Empress Gnacia, Golando had just attended the rite of passage of the Empress's second son, and he did not immediately return to his forest because he had been affectionately invited by the Empress to the garden for a cup of afternoon tea.

He walked along the familiar palace paths, as casually as if he were wandering in his own house, witnessing the succession of emperors and bishops, and the Holy See and the Imperial Palace were to him like the backyard of his cottage.

The Empress was reading a book with yellowed pages in the pavilion, and when Golando came, she did not bother her, but habitually sat down in his seat and poured herself a cup of tea. After about twenty minutes, the Empress closed the book and gracefully turned to Gorando and said, "Teacher, we haven't spoken for a long time. ”

Gorando's fingers slipped out of the handle of the porcelain cup, and he straightened his cuffs and sat down: "After all, John's little man is so big. ”

"But you're still so young, teacher." Gnisia stroked the corners of her wrinkled eyes with some melancholy, she was forty-one years old, and her teacher still retained the appearance of his twenties, how could he not be envied.

Golando followed her jeweled hand to see her old face, he remembered that when he first met Gnissia she was a yellow-haired girl who was less than his chest, and what shocked him the most was that this little girl, who was basically not related to the Amphilos family, had a face that resembled both Ronoye and Tracy, and the young Gnanice begged him to stay in the Greenwin family as her tutor, at a time when Nickles was vigorously suppressing the hostile families of his mother's family, and the Greenwyns were among them.

Golando is usually the most annoyed to participate in these political disputes, but Gnaisia's face evokes too much emotion in him, he can't say no to Ronoye's face, this may be his most serious weakness, so he agreed to her wish exceptionally, and guarded the Duke Greenwyn's palace for seven years as the Duke's daughter's enlightenment teacher, and Nickles was jealous of him and had to take a detour.

As Gnissia grew older, her appearance became more and more like that of Terecy, and by the time she was fourteen or fifteen years old, she could not find a trace of Ronoye, and Gorando was relieved to reject Gnisia's subsequent pleas to assist her in ascending the throne, and left the royal capital with Julils that night, except that he only returned home twice to congratulate Gnissia on the birth of his eldest son and second son, and the rest of the time he spent the rest of the time looking for traces of Ronoer in various parts of the continent, either in Cedar Canyon or in the Whispering Forest.

The world is very beautiful, he has visited a number of countries with different customs, and he has not yet felt tired, and he has settled there for a few years in each country, tasting local food, visiting famous attractions, walking Julils during the day, climbing the clock tower to sleep at night, meeting talented children on the road to mention two or three sentences, passing through fish-rich ponds, taking out fishing rods and fishing all day, such a way, more than 70 years is a blink of an eye, looking back to ask the age, found that according to the age of a normal human being, he is more than a hundred years old.

Most of the time, he was really relieved, watching countless young faces running around the streets for various reasons, and he would uncontrollably think of the time when he was arguing with Ronoye at the Royal Academy of Magic. The image of his past life was as thin as a tide washed away in his mind, and gradually, subtly, with the power of time, he really became Gorando Harrison.

By the time of Gnaisia's accession to the throne, the great war between man and demon seventy-four years ago had faded from people's memory, and the names and voices of the heroes were buried in the endless yellow sand, the wheels of history rolled over the sand, and the sound of horses' hooves flickered far and near, as if a dying old wise man was chanting the name of Angelina, Gna, Priscilla, Orwin, and Justis......

He had not been in the forest for seventy-four years, and he had not missed every time the king had held a lively festival, at which he had been friends with his reformed enemies, and had drunk all night with his royal relatives whom he had thought could not communicate well, and he spoke to everyone who remembered Ronoye, and from whom he learned about Ronoye's childhood, childhood, and youth, and what he would say about some unfounded anecdotes.

A few years later, he received news of Angelina's return to the heavenly realm, and heard that the white roses in the city had bloomed one after another overnight, and they were in full bloom for half a day, and then they withered and withered, and the dewdrop-covered petals covered the entire city.

A few years later, when his friends got married, and one by one the well-behaved and lovely children were born, and he advised them on their names, watched the bishop baptize them, and clothed them with ribbons and robes with his own hands.

In another few years, he returned to Fergaio with the specialties of his country to go to horse races, watch plays, and admire new magical instruments, while his friends were busy with political affairs and family disputes, or planned to prepare for the aftermath in advance, and counted the remaining belongings every day, but in short, they refused one after another for various reasons.

The young and strong Orwin's waist began to bend, the cold and beautiful Priscilla's skin began to slacken, Justis put on crutches, Eldran's wings and wings fell to the ground, and his size began to change.

The people who knew Golando disappeared continuously, and later even Eldrán's vital signs stopped completely, and he was stored in the ice crystal coffin of the Holy See by the clergy. For a long time, Golando was busy attending funerals large and small, and from spring to winter, he never took off his dark black funeral gown.

As the new year dawned, Justis, or Imuk IV, died, and the bishop's tearful eulogy echoed through the dome of the church, and the white dove took off with the funeral cannon, the grandest and most mournful funeral Golando had attended in years.

Stripped off the funeral gown that he would never wear again, and of course, he was the only one who remembered Ronoyer.

Since then his figure has wandered all over the world, Julils has accompanied him everywhere, at first he will be melancholy when he opens his eyes to see that it is no longer the ceiling of his hometown, and he gradually gets used to it after accumulating more times, he learns to make new friends, to bear more aggregation and separation, he and the herdsman wander in the flock, and he has also toured the mountains and rivers with the bard, when the red and redbud flowers are in bloom, he will take wine to climb the mountain, and when night falls, he will lie on the balcony on the top of the cliff and listen to the waterfall lapping the turquoise of the mountain road; When it was the turn of water lilies and cannas to decorate the lakes and countryside, he led his companions on the journey out to sea to feel the cool and salty sea breeze; The zinnias and hibiscus wake up in autumn, and he likes to admire the golden waves of wheat in the fields at this time, and it is also a good pastime to return to the whispering forest to harvest the autumn leaves all over the mountains if he is in high spirits; At the end of the year, there is a feast of plum blossoms, and he has a snowball fight among boys and girls, as if he has returned to the beginning in a trance.

There is a different kind of tenderness of the Creator hidden in every corner of the world, and Golando sincerely loves this world built by Ronoye himself, and therefore, he guards Fergar and his agreement with Ronoye, and does not give up for a moment the hope that Ronoye may return.

Golando squinted at the end of his life so far, and said to Gnaisia with relief, "I'm just old in my heart. ”

Gnaisia put down the book, and a flash of yearning flashed in her dark purple eyes: "Tomorrow I will abdicate to John." ”

"Oh?"

"John was a generous and approachable person, but he was so stubborn about what he insisted on that many people did not approve of me making him king." "I am his mother, and I can see very clearly, he is not incapable of listening to the advice of others, but the heart that pursues his dreams is never easily frustrated and dies, he is generous but never weak, easy but never wandering, I believe that he will be a good monarch, and I am relieved that Ferga is in his hands." ”

"Pursue your dreams......" Golando fell into memory.

"Then I will travel the world with my husband." "I've got a couple of guys I want to deal with before I leave, but I'm not sure who would be safer to keep an eye on them. ”

Golando heard what she said, and realized that most of the troubles in this mess could not be avoided, and took the initiative to answer: "I will assist John for three years at most, and how far he can grow in three years depends on his personal ability. ”

"It's nice to have a teacher to watch over you." Gnisia nodded in satisfaction, "By the way, I want the teacher to meet someone." ”

Gorando's eyebrows tightened: "Who?" ”

Gnaisia walked down the pavilion and stroked her curly hair and said, "I didn't know him, but after seeing his face clearly, I was a little sure that it must be the person the teacher wanted to see the most." ”

Gorando's breath froze for a moment, and he couldn't sit still any longer, grabbing the corner of the table and standing up straight.

"Take me there." It's not a request, it's an order.

He and Gnathia walked through the secret passages of the palace to a cave under Elfonsta, outside the cave was a dilapidated airship, the hull was scratched, it seemed to have experienced a violent temporal storm, the open space next to the airship was drying men's clothes, and when he walked into the cave, Golando saw that the passage near the entrance of the cave was scattered with many daily necessities, including a few newspapers and magazines that should not appear in this world.

Gorando took a deep breath and hurried into the cave, but Gnathia didn't go in, she guessed that the two of them needed a lot of time to talk, and she didn't want to be a light bulb.

The further inward he went, the more traces of life he could see, and Gorando felt his way down the uneven stone walls until he entered an inner chamber with an open view, above which hung a string of magical lanterns, under which a young man was smiling at him with his chin propped up.

Golando walked over to the boy, unable to say anything, only to hug him to confirm that he was not dreaming and that the person in front of him was not an illusion.

"In the first fifty years, I cleared Ogron of his sins in the abyss, and after fifty years, I transferred the divine throne to him, and then I repaired the gaps in the space that had been misconnected to the other world all over the world, and once accidentally strayed into your world, and only found my way back last month."

"When I woke up, I landed on an island in the north, I was just an ordinary human after losing my godhead, I couldn't see the time track map and couldn't jump time and space, I couldn't cross the snowy mountains without the help of an airship, but fortunately, the people there were enthusiastic to help me and borrowed my airship...... Gorando, they say that a magician showed them my portrait, is that you? ”

"On the way back to Fergar, I heard a lot of legends about you, I'm glad you were so popular, Fergar has changed a lot, and even everyone's accent is different from a hundred years ago, I asked them where you were, and they took me to Gnaisia."

"Gnathia told me to wait for you for a while, and I settled here for a while, and I often wondered if you still knew me. How are you doing all these years? What do you look like now? A hundred years is too long, my brother is gone, and if you have someone else you like, I don't know where else I can go...... Now I see you, you haven't changed much at all, it's not much different from when we were apart, and you remember me, you'll come to me, Gorando, I'm ......"

As if to hide his shyness, Ronoye babbled on and on about his whereabouts, sniffling as he said the last word, the arc of his lips trembling and curving.

Golando pressed the other's shoulder, and with his other hand he took it into his arms and locked it firmly, he buried his head greedily and sniffed the smell of Ronoye that overflowed the other's neck, his eyes were a little sour, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would reveal his same choked voice.

It's so quiet here, it's so noisy here, their ears are filled with each other's heartbeats, full of intense love and longing for each other, their faces leaning closer to each other, tirelessly repeating the friction between their tongues and teeth, caught in the tide of lust/lust.

Ronoye tugged at the hem of Golando's robe as he had done before, and when he reached the man's arms, he was finally able to cry out loud, he coveted Golando's temperature, just as Golando was now demanding his lips and breath.

It was a long kiss, a kiss of their vows a hundred years late. 166 Reading Network