Three minutes is not a long time, but for those who are waiting, it can be a bit boring.
Theresia waited patiently at the door. She raised her head and saw the camera on the door frame. Lucille must have discovered her through it.
Everyone has their own secrets. It is really rare for a special person like the young blood demon to not love blood and prefer electronic devices and mechanical engineering. Therefore, she also has weirder hobbies than others and deserves greater tolerance.
This door seems to have not been opened for a long time, and even the dust on the door has fallen thickly. Doesn't Lucille not like going out very much?
It seems that her life is a little decadent, and she is too lackluster as a young person. She should be given something to do.
Squeak.
The closed door slowly opened, and a face with thick dark circles under the eyes appeared from the crack of the door. His face was very haggard and pale. When he saw Theresa standing at the door, his tone was a little hesitant: "Your Highness, What's up?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to come and see you. It seems like I haven't seen you for a long time."
"Hehe, it hasn't been long actually. We were having a meeting together in the conference room last week..."
Halfway through her words, Miss Blood Demon was stunned and said in disbelief: "No way, did I miss this week's meeting?"
She secretly looked at Theresia, whose expression was serious and did not look like she was joking.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I know how to write a report, but I forgot to go to the meeting!"
"I accept your apology." The princess grabbed the door panel with one hand. Her strength was great, but Lucille struggled to no avail. Finally, Miss Blood Demon chose to give up.
Theresia strolled into the young subordinate's studio. To be precise, the studio and personal living space were integrated. Everywhere you could see scattered daily necessities, snack bags, underwear, and even screwdrivers, hammers, and other items. There are pliers.
Several screens were connected together, emitting bright fluorescent light. Some were running programs, while others were clean desktops. The sofa in front of the desk fell to the ground. It seemed that Lucille got up from there just now.
"Your Highness, I haven't had time to clean up yet. I'm so sorry. I will pay attention to personal hygiene in the future!"
"You said the same thing last time."
"Last time was the last time, this time is different, this time it will be for sure!"
Theresia waved her hand. She knew that this blood demon had a very strange personality and did not like rigid rules. If he continued to speak, he would definitely arouse resentment.
"I won't ask about this matter. You can handle it yourself. How about the thing I told you before?"
But Lucille thought for a few seconds first, searching her brain for the thing His Highness ordered. She hammered the palm of her left hand with her right hand: "I've already done it, Your Highness, this is the recorder you want. But having said that, an ordinary recorder is just fine, why would you need to modify it?”
Her question was not answered, and the faint smile on the princess's face meant that the answer was not something she could know.
"Anyway, thank you. Maybe I won't need it now. But Lucille, you should put on your clothes. That way, it's easier to get naked."
"ah?!"
Miss Gorefiend suddenly looked down, her whole face flushed, and she rushed into the changing room hesitatingly. When she ran out after getting dressed, Theresia had already left and closed the door behind her.
"Your Highness..."
But Lucille stood there in a daze. After a moment, she jumped up eagerly and quickly cleaned the room, sweeping all the unnecessary garbage into the box. She was very busy.
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"Uncle David passed away a few years ago. I didn't go. He became very old. It's hard to imagine that he was tall and tall when he was young. After aging, he will become dry and dry, with only a little bit left. Anyway, I am a banshee. That’s how everyone sees it, and I don’t care.”
Abigail sat in front of the flickering fireflies, speaking old-fashioned words, but her appearance still remained the same as when she was fifteen, which was very confusing.
Zhou Jinru, who was sitting opposite, was fidgeting with the burning object with a branch. The lunch box on the metal shelf was steaming, and the boiling water was boiling.
The wandering Sarkarz people have found the promised land where they can settle down and live happily, but their beautiful life is about to be broken by the civil war, and the battle between Teresis and Theresia has just begun.
"Why did you come out with me?"
"Because I think, don't underestimate me. I am now the great banshee of the Kazdaele Royal Court, one of the kings. Is there any problem?"
Zhou Jinru didn't answer, picked up the lunch box with iron tongs, placed it in front of Abigail, and took out two cans from his backpack.
"I only have this. The canned food produced in Victoria doesn't taste very good. I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it."
"Thank you. It would be great to have cans."
Abigail's hands seemed to have magic power, and the tin can opened automatically. While eating, she recounted what happened after Zhou Jinru left Gotham.
Nearly fifty years ago, Sakaz betrayed himself as a demon clan member and ran away from Gotham. They struggled to survive in the wilderness. Some could not bear the hardship and returned to Gotham. Others lost supplies on the way and objected to those who advocated leaving Gotham. David and others exchanged harsh words, while others remained silent.
As time went by, in addition to those Sakaz people who gave up their wanderings, a considerable number of people died on the way.
When at last the living men arrived at Kazdaele, there were less than half as many as when they had set out.
"We have gone through the most difficult years. At that time, Kazdaele was not as prosperous as it is now. Although there is only one mobile city, its military power, technological level and cultural influence are not weaker than any country on this earth. .”
When she said this, Abigail had a disappointed look on her face, and Zhou Jinru could guess what she was thinking just by looking at it.
"Do you think what Kazdaele has now is about to cease to exist?"
The girl nodded with difficulty: "The conflict between General Traces and Her Majesty Theresia is irreconcilable. There will inevitably be a war between them. Most members of the Kazdaele Military Council support General Traces. In foreign strategy, this force is unprecedentedly powerful, and it is impossible for His Highness to win."
Zhou Jinru looked at the campfire calmly, the light shining on his face.
Countless wars have been launched because of different ideas. Unless one side is eliminated, there will never be true peace.
He has no way to intervene in this war.
Because Theresa said something, she no longer cared about her own fate. The demon talent sent a hint to Zhou Jinru that no matter what happened, he was not allowed to intervene.
Even if she will die.
She knew she was going to die, but she didn't care.
