Ark, they don't revolve around you

"To be precise, it's almost thirty years." Zhuang Ning shrugged.

“How terrible.” Tallulah whispered, “He was once a fighter…”

"Yes."

"During the Great Rebellion, not only the bad nobles, but also the most idealistic nobles were purged." Tallulah sighed, "I still remember the shock I felt when I first heard about their behavior."

"But this is the price. Doesn't the peasant duke have nothing now?"

"Is he wrong?"

"Who knows." Zhuang Ning shook his head. "I was just passing by. He will probably be able to return to Saint Jun Castle later."

"But his wife has remarried."

"This is the path he chose." Zhuang Ning looked back, "Besides, he was lucky. Among the more than 100 nobles exiled to the tundra, he was one of the few who survived."

In any case, the peasant prince was just an episode.

Finally, they arrived at a mobile city that was rare in the tundra.

By this time, the sky had gradually become gloomy and dark, and Tallulah didn't even notice when it got dark.

She hasn't returned to Saint Steed Castle for a whole day, but if the black snake was there, there would definitely not be a panic.

But when I think about leaving the doctor soon, I can't help feeling a little lost.

They arrived at the hotel, and just as Zhuang Ning said, they were just wandering around all day.

The floor below the inn also served as a tavern, and as she went upstairs, Tallulah noticed another drunken man.

The man looked familiar, but I couldn't remember his name.

"There's no need to remember him. He's just a poor creature," Zhuang Ning said.

"You know him?"

"I can read emotions." Zhuang Ning shrugged, "Of course I can sense this kind of person."

"Who is he?"

"You can understand this as a person whose faith is shattered, right?"

Zhuang Ning said softly, "You know, those Ursus intellectuals who graduated from universities have an inexplicable obsession with farmers. They always think that they are the most perfect carriers of the Ursus spirit."

"Because farmers are simple and honest, they work not for themselves but for the farm, unlike the degenerate city dwellers who only know how to enjoy themselves and indulge in songs and horses."

Zhuang Ning shrugged. "People here have heard too many similar things. They all think that farmers are the most sacred people in Ursus. On the other hand, they feel that they are too decadent living in the city, so they go to the village with a mentality of atonement."

"But once they arrived at the village, they found that their illusions were shattered. The peasants did not hate the emperor that much because he was too far away from them. They were also not as honest and hardworking as they had imagined. If they could, they would not want to farm."

Zhuang Ning was helpless. "What's more frightening is that they are completely unable to understand the theories these intellectuals talk about."

"Look at that kid. His companion wanted to help the farmer, but the farmer reported him. Now his companion is still in the mine, and he is also broken down. He can only drink to relieve his sorrow all day long."

This story was all too familiar to Tallulah.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"Yes." Zhuang Ning did not hide it, "I can understand it, but I still find it ridiculous."

"Those people were tired of the hypocrisy in the city, so they took it upon themselves to paint a portrait of the peasants, and finally they took it upon themselves to be disappointed. This is a common problem among idealists." Zhuang Ning laughed again, "But the lesson you learned was much more tragic than his, Tallulah."

"So, you won't become a person like him." Zhuang Ning laughed at himself, "Maybe I am the one who has become that kind of person."

Tallulah stopped talking, suddenly feeling a little cold.

The fire in the fireplace was clearly still burning brightly, but it just felt extremely cold.

Because night is coming, and in the winter of Ursus, night is connected with death.

"Tallulah." She called again, but this time, the voice became especially soft. "I will teleport you back to Ursus tomorrow."

"What about you?"

"I'm going to Leitania." Zhuang Ning said quietly.

"...Hmm." Tallulah hesitated for a moment, then finally bit her lip and said, "Doctor."

"what happened?"

"Did you let me see those two people on purpose?"

"probably."

"I won't be theirs."

"I believe you." Zhuang Ning nodded slightly as if he had received a satisfactory answer.

After saying good night to each other, they went into different rooms.

That night, Tallulah did not fall asleep because she felt uneasy.

And the next day, when they were about to say goodbye, she saw the doctor again.

Tallulah finally asked what was in her heart: "Doctor, can we meet again?"

This time, Zhuang Ning didn't say anything.

After a long silence, he shook his head and said nothing.

Tallulah wanted to say something, but the power of the Demon King had already teleported her to the Castle of Saint Steed.

So she got the answer.

The sky was still dark. Tallulah suppressed her tears and bit her lips, not wanting to cry.

They will never see each other again.

Yesterday's meeting was our last. The Doctor will not come back here again.

She bit her lip, walked to the cafe and ordered coffee.

In the rising mist, she seemed to hear the last words left by a man.

"You can't cry, Tallulah, Ursus will be handed over to you from now on.

——And Ursus does not believe in tears."

Chapter 16 Doctor, I finally found you

Leitania, Trillintelme.

Black and white towers stand in the center of this ancient city, overlooking the changing world around it.

This city has always been known as the capital of art, and the central city area is also filled with songs.

In the set-up Originium sound amplification device, the soothing melody flows slowly and penetrates into everyone's heart.

And within the curtain, the White Queen opened her eyes, stretched out her hand, and gazed at the high dome.

The octagonal room was filled with absolute silence. She seemed to sense something and raised her hands and pressed them down as if to play something.

Then ripples began to appear in the space.

The White Queen's name is Ivignad, which means eternal grace.

The queen, who was known for her kindness, played like this for a long time until a hoarse laugh broke through the air.

Queen Ivignard finally opened her hazy eyes, looked around, and chuckled, "You're here."

She didn't know when an old man stood in front of her, wearing a black robe and with a dignified face.

The old lich stroked his beard and said mockingly, "It's late, why don't you get up?"

"But ten o'clock."

"So you just let yourself fall?"

"Why not fall? Fremont, maybe I won't have a chance later." The queen said playfully, standing up and looking at the mirror.

Her blonde hair was slightly curly and her posture was proud, but her flawless face was exceptionally silent.

"Pompous sheep."

"I am your queen, you should call me Your Majesty."

Flemont seemed not to have heard it, and sighed again, "Are you ready?"

"How could I not be ready?" The Queen suddenly smiled brilliantly, "Even if it is the end of the world, I am not afraid."

"It's not the end of the world." The lich turned around and said calmly, "But since you think this is appropriate, I will cooperate with you."

"There really shouldn't be a second Witch King in Leithania."

……

……

The street artist stopped the melody, looked around nervously, and then sighed in disappointment.

No one listened to his performance, just like the East Country was not short of cartoonists, and Leitania was not short of musicians.

With a slightly depressed thought, he packed up his musical instrument and prepared to leave.

But when I was leaving, I heard the sound of applause not far away.

The man clapping was very enthusiastic, his face showing pure appreciation, but his race was unmistakable.

But this is already a great consolation for an artist like him who is engaged in connection work.

The artist smiled sheepishly and became cheerful.

But when he wanted to communicate with the person who was clapping, he saw many men in black embroidered cloaks on the street.

The artist's face suddenly froze.

In Trilinterme, there is probably no one who does not know about these existences.

That is the Queen's spy, the Queen's voice, existing like a thorn in the flesh in the four regions of Leithania, acting as the Queen's lackey.

Most of the people who are entangled by the Queen's Voice have a bad end, so the Queen's Voice is also considered to be a very prestigious name.