It was a fire, starting from the little bits of momentum, showing the potential of starting a prairie fire.
After historical accumulation and several renovations, the palace stood there silently, with the twelve steps seemingly endless. It is still a luxurious palace, as if it has never changed.
A solemn and cold voice announced the title of Duke, while at the same time dividing the power in his hands.
The hand that once held the sword began to become white and noble.
The mind that once strategized has concealed its edge.
Above the Duke——
He is the cold-faced and stern king, whose majesty cannot be violated.
——My king, as you wish.
——Putting down the sword I once held to open up territory for you, I am just an eye-catching duke who is fascinated by this prosperous founding era, this peace and happiness, and this endless glory and wealth.
"I share with you the glory of all nations."
We once drank and drank together, but you and I will no longer fight side by side in the past. You walked alone to the throne of bones. If you don't leave your behind to one person, once you turn around, you will be in doom.
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