Could it be that I'm really doing something wrong...

In the snow outside the theater, Winsling, who had gotten off the carriage, did not immediately walk to the theater gate and attend the banquet. Instead, he leaned against the side of the carriage like a spear beside him, standing quietly among the flying snowflakes, hugging his arms, gently touching his left arm bandaged by the wounded cloth, with a gloomy and decadent face and a dazed look.

Whether he wanted to or not, his keen hearing as an empty-level warrior would clearly bring discussions from afar, including uncovered mockery and resentment... To be honest, Winsling didn't mind this very much. When he betrayed his master and sent his spear into the back of the sea tower with his own hands, he was already prepared for this situation.

It's ridiculous, what do they know...

Who can know the profound influence of the Sword God lineage in the empire better than his former disciple of the Sword God? It is no exaggeration to say that as long as the master... As long as the Sword God is safe, no matter who ascends the throne and is crowned, he cannot ignore the Sword God's opinions, and must first be approved by the Sword God... It is precisely because of this that at the moment when the Sword God fell, the backlash effects in all aspects followed one after another.

The Sword God is about to die, and the Sword God's lineage is about to end. Just as a big tree is about to fall and the mountain is about to collapse, at this time, who will care about the life and death of birds on the trees and beasts in the mountains?

Not to mention anything else, who can withstand the huge pressure from the Temple of Light just because of the enemy of the Sword God lineage?

In this way, I choose a strong backer for the family to ensure that the family is glorious and inheritance continues. Just as most of you are doing now, you will take advantage of the second prince's power and surrender to the eldest prince...

Did I do something wrong?

No, I did nothing wrong! Never, never-

He tightened his fists. The snowflakes falling on his shoulders suddenly rustled down. Winslin exhaled a long breath of heat, like a beast falling into a trap. His eyes were fierce. He immediately raised his hand and took out a small brown square box, opened it, took out a delicate cigarette from it, and lit it...

The curling smoke was rising, probably because of the fact that I didn't smoke frequently. The movements of lighting the cigarette were a little clumsy and a little coughed. Winsling's eyes were slightly red. Her face and expression after the smoke looked even more trance-difficult...

Since I did not do anything wrong, why do you insist on holding me to the death? Why are even the tribe members like this...

Yes, Winsling may not care about the eyes and remarks of the unexpected, but he could not let go of the alienation attitude that the people around him had vaguely revealed. I believe that no matter who he puts this matter, he could not care about it!

All his actions were clearly for the honor of the family. He had been supported and encouraged by all the elders of the family, so he had to betray the master and harm the senior brother. Even the wound on his left arm was left behind in a fierce battle with the bandits who broke into the manor at night to save the clan two days ago...

He has done everything he can and has dedicated everything, including reputation. So why do they look at me like a monster that can eat people... and even don't want to look at me... Why?

There are no people inside and outside! Haha... why?

"Young Master." When Winsling's body trembled slightly due to doubt and resentment, a guard shrank and approached, "The master has led his tribe members to go in first. He asked me to tell you that the theater guards have already greeted you. You can bring a gun through the side door later. And... And don't care what others say, it will go there."

After the words came, Winsling waved impatiently, and the family guard immediately retreated as if he was given an amnesty.

Haha, look, they don't even want to go in with me...

The corners of his mouth were slightly cursed, and Winsling chuckled himself, shook his head in an unknown sense.

Under the snowflakes, Winsling, leaning against the shadow of the carriage beside the road, contrasted with the main entrance of the theater with constant laughter and joy not far away.

In the darkness of light, one is deserted and the other is lively, like two completely different worlds!

After a while, half of the cigarette roll fell into the snow, the green smoke was misty, and the red cigarette butts melted the small snowflakes after sacrificing their own fire. Immediately, Wen Silin reached out to grab the cold spear on the side, shook off the snowflakes on his body, and scrubbed towards the side door of the theater with a blank expression.

During this period, of course, you will meet a noble acquaintance who came to attend the banquet. But Wen Silin walked straight away without looking at him, as if he hadn't seen him, and had no intention of saying hello. Of course, no one would come forward to say hello to him. Some would just retreat and dodge the strange look that looked like he looked at a plague god who suddenly descended to the mortal world...

However, there are exceptions. Just as Winsling was about to step on the side door stairs, suddenly, a harsh tone came from one side.

"Oh, this isn't Winsling. Long time no see... You bitch still have the face now?" After a familiar greeting, he immediately turned a sharp mockery, which made Winsling's face suddenly sink, and he walked down the steps, which also shocked the nobles on the side, either shocked or surprised.

Just as a nobleman said just now, Winsling was born in the Sword God lineage, and had outstanding talents, and there was no doubt about his strength. Therefore, although everyone present despised his character, he was afraid of his strength and did not dare to say some ugly words explicitly, at least he did not dare to say them in person. Now this harsh tone undoubtedly released these words that dare not say directly, which was completely a stunning attitude, which naturally made the onlookers feel nervous, for fear that Winsling would suddenly go crazy, which would affect them and cause this celebration again.

However, when everyone heard the sound and turned to the harsh owner, their expressions were stunned, and then they relaxed.

It was him? That's not surprising...

It was indeed not surprising. Looking at Philip on the steps, who was full of sarcasm on the stairs, Winsling twitched her face, unconsciously looked away, lowered her head and turned to step, intending to bypass it.

From beginning to end, Winsling didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, nor did he feel that anyone was qualified to laugh at him. But it obviously did not include the sword god lineage that he had hurt deeply and Philip's family.

"What?" Philip moved sideways at the same time, blocking Winsling again, sarcastically speaking, "Do you Winsling have the courage to betray your master, but you don't have the courage to talk to me?"

"Get out of the way!" Wenslin finally couldn't bear it and growled in a deep voice, "Today is the crowning ceremony of the eldest prince, I don't want to have a conflict with you."

"Wow, is this going to attack me? OK, come!" Philip exaggeratedly and spread his hands, unabashed with mockery, "Anyway, you dare to kill your senior brother Haita, what am I? You say yes - come! Kill me with the spear made by grandfather running around you and working hard to collect materials and collect materials!"

Suddenly, Winsling's body trembled slightly, and his palms grabbed the gun tightly, creaking.

There was a moment of silence around.

"What are you afraid of - Winsling, look up at me!" Philip, who roared and walked down the stone steps suddenly, stood in front of Owens, like a hideous monster, God-eating man, "You fuck, raise your head and look at me! Look at Senior Brother Haita who was killed by you! Look at Master Sword God, who was extremely disappointed in you!"

He took a step back, and subconsciously raised his head when he heard the sound, facing the fire-breathing eyes that could not be blocked by the boundless wind and snow in front of him, and once again unconsciously looked away. He immediately saw the contemptuous eyes, contemptuous expressions from everyone around him, and the father who stood behind the crowd, waved his hand to him with a heavy face...

Obviously, no one wants to see the conflict here, especially when seeing Winsling, who betrayed his master, and Philip, who came to the door, the same is true for Winsling's father.

So Winsling could only turn around in shame and leave alone before entering the theater to attend the celebration.

I have to say that this scene is really ironic. You should know that the celebration is the occasion for the eldest prince to share the fruits of victory, and Philip has never belonged to the eldest prince. He has always been close to the second prince. However, in order to be in the case of a controversy, Wen Silin, who successfully surrendered to the eldest prince, has now no chance to participate in the victory celebration. Even the eldest prince and his own forces around him have stood up to speak for him. On the contrary, they all look like they want him to leave early...

Everyone betrayed their relatives!

"Coward! Miscellaneous! Dog stuff-" Although Winsling left sadly, Philip obviously did not intend to let him go so easily. He glared at the back of the former, and shouted and scolded and roared in front of the theater door, "Do you think that this matter will end if you avoid me? You will die-Winsling, I promise you will die-"

"Young Master, you..." Amid the shrill curse, the family coachman looked at Wen Silin who was walking over with a gloomy face, and hurried forward and stammered inquiring, for fear of angering him.

"Walk!"

“Go…where to go?”

"Go back!" With a bang, Winsling certainly didn't bother with a coachman. She walked a few steps and got into the family carriage in a slightly embarrassed manner, and took her hand to the car door, "...This madman!"

"Run? You dare to run! Even if you hide in the Northern Wilderness, I, Philip, will send someone to chase you... I, you will die!"

"Ahem, Sir Philip calmed down. He had left and couldn't hear it..." After all, it was a celebration occasion, so it was naturally inappropriate to curse here. So after seeing Winsling's carriage turn around the intersection and disappear quickly, an old nobleman hurried forward to pull the furious Philip and kept pacifying him.

However, "Stop the anger... am I angry?" Philip, who was cursing the sky and the earth a moment ago, suddenly became strangely quiet at this moment. He looked at the old noble inexplicably and tidied up his clothes, "What a joke, I am a nobleman with kindness. How could I get angry for no reason? I don't understand what you are saying... By the way, I'm going to go in to the banquet. Do you enter? If you don't enter, I'll leave first..."

"Uh..." All the nobles present couldn't help but be speechless when they heard this. This speed of turning against each other was simply amazing. And you, the flower wolf in the imperial capital, is graceful? Well, this is the biggest joke today...but,

What the nobles who were still speechless did not notice was that when Philip stepped into the side door of the theater, he turned his head slightly and squinted his eyes to the wind and snow intersection where Owens's carriage disappeared. His lips bent and he showed a strange smile...

Do you really think I'm joking?

hehe……

If you say you are killed, you will have to die!

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