47 Wang An, Thank You

Ha Vong An really likes this world.

In the group of robots leading the serfs, after cleaning up the ten mile radius.

After the dirty eyes on his face were gone, the magic world finally revealed its true self to Xia Wang An.

Everywhere there were huge trees, strange birds flying in the forest, green grass growing very fast, the sky was very low, large clouds like cotton candy, as if tentacles could be seen.

The strange-shaped small animals hid in the grass, secretly observing human movements.

But occasionally, there would also be some red-eyed animals, filled with attack power, running into the crowd, but were quickly suppressed by the knights beside Carlo.

They curiously explained to Xia Wang An: "Red-eyed animals cannot be approached, they are very bold."

Xia Wang An remembered, that giant bear's eyes were also red.

She didn't worry too much, immediately ordered the robots not to swing their magic blades at the giant bears, but to let them carry them away and burn them.

In case there is an infectious disease, it would not be good.

Carlo looked at the giant bear's corpse in the fire, wanting to say something but stopped.

He really wanted to say, "Sell it for a thousand gold," but looking at Xia Wang An's clothes embroidered with precious magic stones, he silently closed his mouth.

Thai Thai suddenly stood alertly beside Ha Vong An, holding a bow and arrow, ready to attack at any time.

Nguyen Ninh put on his headphones and reminded the two: "There is a team of people at 500 meters, let me zoom in and take a look, stay alert."

Very quickly, he enlarged the image and saw clearly the appearance of the person coming.

"It's Count Albert."

Xia Wang An's eyesight was better than everyone else's. She looked from afar and saw Count Albert riding a black horse, stopping in the distance on the mountainside, looking this way.

She actually did not carefully evaluate the count's appearance before, only remembered his face full of smiles, and his humble bowed head.

It was as if every single native, dazzled by the wealth piled up before their eyes, was even willing to send their young son here to be half a guard in order to please the princess of a foreign country.

But at this moment, Count Albert looked a little different.

His age was estimated to be over forty years old, not even 50 yet, his face was covered in beard, his appearance was almost unclear, his eyes were the typical Albert family's palm tree eyes.

The other pair of eyes were heavy, looking towards the giant bear's corpse that was being burned by the fire.

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Lam Tinh, analysis set.

"Count Albert is not like the ordinary count he appears to be. His expressions and actions all show signs of disguise."

"On the surface, he and Carlo are both greedy for wealth and power, but in reality, he has always been intent on observing and understanding Vong An, discerning her background and purpose."

Analysis of the expert group sitting in the conference room, on the big screen, is indeed Count Albert's face taking pictures.

"Compared to the count, he is more like a warrior."

Someone frowned: "Look at the direction his foot landed, when he exerted his strength, even the stone bricks would have cracks, this person's fighting power is absolutely unbeatable, with Wang An by his side, could there be any danger?"

"It's not that dangerous, he doesn't have much ill will towards Vong An, those disguises aren't aimed at her, we're more inclined, this has something to do with the magic world's imperial power."

"Vong An is also very perceptive, she noticed, after returning she reported first."

"Vong An is always very sharp in distinguishing between good and evil intentions."

Knowing that Ha Vong An clearly knew that the count was in disguise, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Xia Wang An's fighting strength is absolutely no problem. Even if she can't beat him, she can open the time-space gate at any time and return to Blue Planet.

"However, if the Count is pretending to be stupid, then what about his second son Carlo? He has always been by Wang An's side."

"Oh, this doesn't matter."

The expert in charge of Carlo's team immediately gave the transferee a reassuring answer:

"He is so stupid."

Magic world, mentioned Carlo noticed three people were looking in the same direction.

He curiously turned his head, although he couldn't see the person's face clearly, the Albert family flag was still very recognizable.

The young and dashing Earl's second son immediately cheered and waved his hand happily: "Father!"

When he sent someone back to the castle to report the news, he did not expect his father to come in person.

The team in the distance did not stop, but followed the count, riding their horses slowly towards everyone.

The team stopped not far away, the count turned around and got off his horse, quickly walking towards Ha Vong An.

His right hand stopped on his left chest, his body slightly bent down:

"Your Highness, the Albert family thanks you for your generosity."

Behind him, was Carlo's elder brother Andrew. He silently followed his father's movements and also bowed slightly.

This is the real standard aristocratic ceremony.

Compared to the previous time the count saluted Ha Van An, this time it did not look exaggerated, but every movement was natural and flowing, carrying a bit of nobility.

Ha Vong An was very polite in most situations, the other party was so cautious in saluting her, she also learned to bow slightly, as a return greeting.

After the ceremony, she asked: "Why do you want to thank me?"

Why did he remove his disguise in front of her?

The Count straightened his waist, his brown eyes reflecting the burning flame silhouette in front of him, he tilted his head slightly, and glanced at his eldest son.

Andrew understood and immediately brought the knights back, leaving behind a space for his father and Xia Wang An to talk.

Carlo looked dazed, looked at his father, then looked at his elder brother, finally did not dare to challenge whether his butt could be stronger than his father's rattan, shrank his head and neck and retreated to the back.

Waiting for everyone to leave, the count glanced at Ha Vong An, Nguyen Ninh and Thai Thai standing beside him, and did not suggest that they leave as well.

He knew clearly that when asking someone for something, no matter how low his demeanor was, it was appropriate.

"Maca on the mainland, hides curses."

The Count bowed his head slightly, looking towards the new green shoots on the ground:

"Animals, spirits, orcs, goblins, and humans all fell ill, all living things changed, animals began to become bloodthirsty, elves could no longer communicate with plants, orcs became violent and easily angered, and goblins' lifespans greatly decreased."

"Humanity... Humanity is also trapped in various epidemics, almost every month, millions of humans die, peace no longer belongs to the Maca continent, everyone under the shadow of disease, becomes a slave of war."

"If this continues, in no more than 50 years, the Maca continent will turn into a dead land."

He raised his head, his brown eyes flashed with a faint light, looking straight at Ha Vong An and the others:

"But I also did not detect any signs of illness on you or your knight. The aura around you was too pure."

"I think, perhaps, you are the lifeblood we are waiting for."

Nguyen Ninh and Thai Thai hid their faces under their helmets, slightly doubtful.

Breath? What breath?

They only felt the smell of grilled meat on their bodies, perhaps also a bit of grilled corn scent.

Only Ha Vong An had a calm expression.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the black-haired girl slightly raised her head, looking towards the sky higher.

There, was a desolate ruin ——

Black smoke continuously emanated from it, they rolled up everywhere they looked, aimed at the earth, and entered the bodies of all living creatures.

Including the count standing in front, his body also had a slight black smoke coming out, but it was more than half suppressed by something in his chest.

Ha Vong An pointed at that part: "What is this place?"

The count was startled, then his expression became more careful and respectful. He carefully took out a bag from his bosom and opened it. Inside was a white feather.

"I didn't expect you to see through it all. This is the blessing weapon passed down from generation to generation in the Albert family. When my father gave it to me, he said it had once received the blessing of the God of Light."

His expression was a bit sad: "People who are plagued by illness cannot live past 30 years old, but those who are blessed with the rain can dispel this curse."

Xia Wang An understood: "Your father gave it to you when you were about to turn 30 years old."

"That's right, the Albert family has been doing this for generations, otherwise the family's glory would not last."

The upper generation and the lower generation are about to turn 30 years old, when they entrust the blessing of heaven to them and die, and the lower generation and the lower generation are about to reach that age and do the same.

Generation after generation, ensuring that each new owner of the Albert family can take up office in his prime.

Xia Wang An received this white feather, its entire body was snow white, emitting a gentle light, even though it only had a little bit of strength, one could still see its strength.

But this force did not injure people, only slightly shaking, trying its best to dispel the black mist around the body.

She instinctively felt that the owner of this ancient power must be a very gentle person.

An image suddenly appeared in her mind.

——White rain fell from the sky, stopping in the pool of blood, the pure white color was also stained red.

Someone held a long knife in her hand, and when the blood soaked her black clothes, he gently raised his hand and lightly covered her eyes.

"Wish An."

"Thank."

——[Ding ling ling! Wang An wake up!]

——[Ding Ling Ling! Wang An wake up quickly, wake up quickly, if you don't wake up the sun will burn your butt!]

Xia Wang An was suddenly awakened by 007's call and pressed his head: [headache.]

Her eyes were a little panicked, she just felt like she remembered something, but when she thought about it, she couldn't remember anything:

[007, do you feel this feather power, is it a bit familiar? It's like I've seen it somewhere before. ]

[007 can't remember clearly.]

007 muttered: [Host, does your head still hurt? It must be because you stole the roof to cultivate last night! I said, is it the same thing to sleep on the bed and cultivate on the side.]

Xia Wang An, who was fond of secretly cultivating, immediately refuted: [Impossible! Cultivation only knows how to cultivate more and better! Absolutely impossible to catch a cold! ]

"Vong An, what's wrong with you? Your forehead is sweating."

Nguyen Ninh took a handkerchief and carefully wiped Ha Vong An.

Thai Thai quickly ran over: "Sweating? It's not hot today, why are you covering your head, Vong An?"

Ha Vong An covered his head: "My head hurts so much, I feel like my brain is going to explode."

Two people: "..."

Well, the head just hurts every now and then, then it doesn't hurt.

Ha Vong An began to wonder if the BBQ just now was not clean.

"Next time I eat something, I still want to detoxify."

While calculating the food hygiene issue, she returned the white feather in her hand to the count.

"If only the blessing of the God of Light is effective, why don't you go find the blessing of the God of Light? Isn't it everywhere in the church?"

The Count's face was sour: "I have tried it before, no matter how sincerely I knelt down and begged, I still did not receive much blessing."

When illness breaks out, when war comes, the sky is empty for a moment.

—— "Great God of Light, I beg you, do not take my daughter's life, I beg you, I am willing to pay everything in exchange for her safety."

—— "God I worship, please bless my country, enough people have died, I don't want to be separated from my family."

—— "Dear God of Light, I beg you, save me, I beg you..."

The pleading voices grew louder and louder, more and more desperate.

God did not appear either.

It was as if he abandoned his own people.

The count lowered his eyes and tightly grasped the white feather:

"Perhaps, that is what God intended."

Xia Wang An looked towards the ruined building deep in the sky.

"Perhaps, even gods cannot exert themselves."

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Write again!

Most of the comments on the above chapter still maintain the old version, so I won't change it! Continue writing like this!

Seeing so many little angels praising the old version, what an unexpected joy! Previously, I felt like I had rested for too long, and the old version also received too many responses saying that I didn't understand much, doubting that life was a bit better, as a result, the comments on the previous chapter brought out so many comments praising the old version from all aspects, so happy hahahahaha!

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