Chapter 840: Crashing straight into his arms

The Sailor Princess had always been aware of Silvia's strength, this daughter of the ancient kingdom of Loulan was wise and resourceful, she was quite cautious and careful in every step she took, today was supposed to be a dead end, but still Silvia had cleaved a hard path to life.

"After them! Go after them! Pass on my orders, block the gates immediately, Silvia must be chased back to me!" Wilfrid exclaimed in anger.

The Sailor Princess knew that Wilfrid was panicking and afraid in her heart, she quickly said, "Mr Wilfrid, by now you should know that it was not me who stabbed you, but Silvia, this is her serial plan, we must not fight internally first, but we should concentrate our firepower on destroying Silvia and the Loulan Ancient Kingdom first."

Wilfrid's gaze fell on the Sailor Princess and suddenly a sour smile opened up, "There was one thing Silvia said just now that was right."

"What did she say?"

"She said that if the ancient kingdom of Loulan disappeared along with Spain, then the Freemasonrys would be all alone."

The Sailor Princess paled, Silvia had said something like that, Wilfrid was already of a suspicious nature, Silvia was putting her life on the line.

The words had been sprinkled like a spark in Wilfrid's heart that would grow wildly later.

"Mr Wilfrid, so what... what do you want to do now?"

"Now between Spain, Loulango and the Freemasonrys, we in Spain are the strongest, I am now officially breaking the alliance with you, on the one hand searching for Silvia throughout, on the other hand imprisoning you, so that both Loulango and the Freemasonrys will be under my control, hahaha." Wilfrid felt so clever that he looked up to the sky and simply loved himself.

The Sailor Princess's heart sank straight down, she knew Silvia's straying ploy had worked, it was abominable!

...

On the banks of the Willow River.

At that moment a slender figure stood under the willow tree, Silvia!

Silvia stands quietly by the river, a boat in the river, Hamling stands at the bow, waving, "Goodbye, Princess."

A fresh breeze ruffles the curtain of the cabin, only to see five people lying quietly inside, the grandmother and the four swordsmen, their faces lying peacefully, changed into clean clothes, as if they were only asleep.

The boat had come to take them home, back to the ancient land of Loulan.

Silvia's bright pupils were overflowing with emotion as she whispered, "Let's go."

"When are you going back, Princess? You can come with us. It's dangerous to stay here now that Wilfrid is blockading the city." Hamling advised.

Silvia shook her head, "I know it is dangerous here now, that is why you are all evacuating from Spain, I am staying here alone, I have some things to do and will go back as soon as I am done."

"But Princess, you are here alone..."

Silvia raised a small hand and interrupted Hamling's worries, "Hamling, come on, take Granny and the Four Musketeers home."

Hamling could only nod, "Goodbye, Princess."

The boat soon reached the middle of the river and disappeared.

Silvia stood quietly by the river for a moment, then she turned and the next moment a cool, burning figure burst into view.

Dudley.

Today Dudley was wearing a black cloak, a black colour that made him as handsome as a jade, Dudley's aura was always clean, with the natural air of a gentleman of the world.

Silvia stalled, "Dudley, why are you here, didn't I say we would go our separate ways once we entered the Xuanwu Gate, I was afraid of bringing you danger."

Dudley's obsidian black eyes looked at her, his voice soft, "It's not a problem, there are my people here, we can go through unhindered."

At that moment the leader of the Xuanwu clan ran over and said respectfully, "Dr Hadwin, I will lead you out."

"Good."

Silvia followed Dudley out, and sure enough, with the Xuan Wu Clan leader leading the way, the way was unhindered.

Silvia thought to herself that probably Wilfrid hadn't dreamed that he was out there blocking off the whole city while she was currently strutting down the conniving avenue of the Xuanwu Gate.

"Dudley, how do you and this chief of the Xuanwu Gate know each other?" Silvia asked curiously.

"I once saved this chief's wife, so he is somewhat indebted to me." Dudley replied.

Silvia could see that this chief of the Xuanwu Sect had more than gratitude for Dudley, but also admiration and love, otherwise he would not have risked so much to send them out.

As a healer, the knife in his hand was actually the most powerful weapon in the world.

He seemed to have met so many people in the past few years.

Silvia's bright pupils fell on Dudley's handsome face and looked at it again and again.

Dudley looked sideways and saw her head tilted, her eyes hanging darkly on his face, and he couldn't help but curl his lips, his brow was so soft he couldn't hide it, "What are you looking at?" "Dudley, I feel like... you seem to have changed a lot in the last few years, but, I can't say what's changed about you, I think it's... getting stronger."

Silvia thought for a moment and finally used the word 'powerful'.

Dudley curled his lips, "Isn't it good to be strong?"

Only when he was strong could he protect the people he wanted to protect.

Silvia blinked, "Being strong is good, but Dudley, you are not like us, we are bound by fate, but you are not, you can choose a life that is happy and free."

Dudley walked slowly, wishing at the moment that there was no end to this basaltic gate, that he and she could go on like this forever.

With her soft whispers in his ears and her company by his side, this was his happy and comfortable life.

At that moment there was a commotion in front of him and the head of the Xuanwu Gate quickly said, "Dr Hadwin, don't be nervous, those people are posting the royal list, Mr Wilfrid has already chosen his successor and that is Aldred."

What?

Silvia's footsteps suddenly lurched.

The head of the basilisk continued, "Mr Wilfrid is going to pass on the throne to Aldred, who will soon inherit the throne and become Lord of Spain."

--Hadwin Family and Freestone Family A short story a day ----

It was the end of the shift and Orson took his secretary Blowe down in the VIP president's exclusive lift. Just as he reached the lobby, he saw a group of beautiful young girls walking outside.

"President, these are all here for the design competition." Blowe whispered.

The contestants?

Orson suddenly remembered the name he had seen on the list - Lynn.

He looked up, his deep, narrow eyes faintly glancing around the girls' faces, but there was no sign of that person.

She... didn't seem to be here.

Orson frowned quickly, because he didn't know what he was doing, and he actually started looking for the figure in the crowd.

What was wrong with him?

Orson was inexplicably a little annoyed as he took a big step away, but just as he got out, a hurried figure ran up to him and crashed straight into his arms.

"Oops!"