The battle that seemed to be on the verge of breaking out had ended just like that. However, the Abyssal Tribe's warriors had yet to recover.
It was daytime.
There was no heat in the Abyss Continent. Everything was warm and full of life. The grass beneath their feet emitted an indescribable fragrance. The sky and sunlight that were not blinding made them feel like they were in heaven.
Before the order to stop the battle was given, countless people swore in their hearts that their lives would be worth it if they died here.
The city gate of the Sistine Palace opened, and the soldiers lined up to welcome this large group of people from various races into the city. The abyss, the word "undead" that people often talked about, was beyond the imagination of any historian when they met the human race again.
That was how scholars described it years later.
"Back then, Count, who was still a lord, used his actions to prove a truth that has been passed down through the ages. In this world, there is no such thing as an eternal enemy.
In that era of war, perhaps we could sit down quietly and talk in a language that we are not familiar with. Perhaps we could eat lunch together at the same table … There is too much hatred in this world. Perhaps we could let it go a long time ago and not use it as a reason to kill. "
The Abyssal soldiers looked at the clean and bright streets, the neat buildings, and the well-equipped troll soldiers. They felt like they were in a dream.
Madam Vasaki introduced the surrounding buildings and the customs of the territory to Pandora in the Abyssal language. On the other side, Sandinalan walked forward quietly like a worshipper. Many of her people were settled in the noble district of the city. However, in many words, this city was just a small part of Klimt's territory. Living arrangements needed time to be discussed.
The Dukel people were simple-minded. They were basically subservient to the Dark Elves. It was only because the kind Dark Elves did not want to bully them that they lived in a friendly manner. This also resulted in the gentle temperament of these fierce-looking Taurens. Because of the smell and living conditions, Pandora divided an area for them to stay in temporarily. At the same time, they used the powerful information transmission in the territory to give a few orders.
When they arrived at Pajar Palace, Flora was still sticking to Many's side like a koala bear. She did not want to leave. She hugged Many's arms tightly, as if staying with them for a second longer was a great blessing.
However, when she opened the door to the meeting room and saw Carolina standing there quietly, she let go of her hand.
"You're back?"
Carolina's voice sounded a little strange, and the way she looked at him hid many things.
"You're back."
Many didn't waste any words. They stepped forward and hugged the Red Dragon Highness tightly with open arms.
Carolina was stunned for a moment, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. However, she quickly responded. This Superior Dragon, who rarely showed her emotions, burst into tears just like Flora. She was a Superior Dragon, and she didn't show her emotions on the outside.
No one knew the story behind this dragon. Many's hug had too many meanings.
The army of the Abyss Race rested and reorganized in the Sistine Palace. Although these soldiers, who didn't understand the Abyss Race's language, knew that they were on the continent where the Abyss Race lived, they still strictly obeyed the orders and rules of their superiors, just like they did in the Abyss. They didn't do anything hostile. The environment and conditions here were too good. Every race and every species had a beautiful dream. The soldiers of the Abyss Race weren't bloodthirsty beasts.
After a day of rest in Sith Court, Many brought the Dark Elves and Dukel back to Oditore.
The Dukel people were arranged to stay near the Gaugass Troll Village. The two huge races probably had a lot to talk about. The Dark Elves, on the other hand, moved directly into Oditore Castle.
Facing the giant Moon Goddess statue and the white-robed High Priestess Sylvia, the Dark Elves who had lost their faith in another continent stood there for a long time without saying a word.
Knowing that their leader was praying to the giant Moon Goddess statue, the Dark Elves, regardless of their age or gender, all started praying for the first time since they came to this continent.
"To regain our faith …"
Sandinaran said to Many after praying, "I owe you more and more."
Many of them shrugged and did not say much. They just stepped forward and performed a standard noble salute.
"High Priestess, I'm back."
Sylvia covered her mouth softly. Her eyes were filled with tears.
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The master of Oditore had returned. The news spread across the entire Empire of Saint Reims on the second day. However, Many in Count's Mansion seemed to be very relaxed. The recent situation was unusually stable after Chris's army attacked. However, the mysterious skeleton's occupation of the Southern Territory made Many suspicious. Henry's Roland's Thorn did not provide enough information for Many to determine the skeleton's true intentions.
In the study, Many looked at Flora who was sitting on her seat and laughed.
"Don't laugh at me. I want to be with you."
Flora pouted and looked at Many with a girly look. It was as if the capricious princess from before had reappeared.
"You're already with me. Why are you still asking for so much?"
Many shrugged. The demon maid walked into the room with a plate of fruits and placed it on the table in front of Flora respectfully. Then, she lowered her head and left.
"Hmph, you brought back so many women after just one trip. As your wife, I'm so generous. If it were someone else, they would have been pissed to death!"
As if Flora had become a punching bag, Many laughed and felt helpless at the same time. He walked to the desk and picked up a letter from Wale. He opened it and said, "Our Queen has grown up. She's starting to control her man."
"Idiot!"
Flora stood up and threw herself on top of many people. This kind of shameless behavior was completely unimaginable to outsiders. Perhaps before today, Flora would never have imagined that she could finally flirt with many people like a normal couple … or a man and a woman who were in love. This kind of conversation would always be more precious than diamonds in her heart.
"Why are you crying? I won't leave again."
Many reached out and stroked her long hair. The Queen's body was not much stronger than a normal person's. Her senses were much stronger. Naturally, she knew what kind of condition Flora was in right now. Many lovingly patted the "wife" in name and comforted her softly.
At the same time, it was also a promise.
"I won't let you leave again. A little Count can't go against my order."
Flora lowered her head and said with a voice as soft as a mosquito.
"As you wish, Your Majesty."
Many smiled and let go of Flora. He then waved the letter in his hand. "Wale is heavily injured?
Can Lambas hold on? "
Flora pouted. She wasn't happy that the topic had been changed just like that. However, she still replied, "I guess so. Ramiel the Fourth has already started his second conscription. I'm not sure if their God of Light will be able to protect them from this disaster."
"Hide?
We can't hide. None of us can hide. "
Many walked in front of the giant map and looked at the territories of the Roslorian Continent. He sighed and said with his back facing Flora, "Do you know what I got the most out of this trip?"
Flora did not answer. She only hugged Many from behind.
"Time. Time waits for no man."
Many grabbed Flora's pale and delicate hands. He turned around and kissed her on the cheek.
"There are too many things that need to be treasured. Let me reach out and grab them."
"I'll listen to you."
Flora nodded and softly agreed.
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