Because they have always believed that Albert might be an 'exception' among the immortals.
He, as soon as he was reborn, married Victoria, who had been waiting for him for a thousand years, didn't he?
"By the way, what do you want to tell me?" Arthur kissed Li Aili's palm and asked gently.
"Oh? Oh right, I just announced that we are getting back together, and I'd like to ask everyone to help us plan our wedding."
Arthur was stunned.
The next moment, he could no longer restrain himself and kissed Li Aili fiercely.
Just as Li Aili wrapped her arms around his neck, preparing to respond to the kiss, the man suddenly raised his head.
The composed duke, panting, asked, "Have I... not formally proposed to you yet?"
Li Aili was taken aback, then thought about it carefully... and it seemed to be true.
When she first met Arthur, they were already married, and then... during the Holy Dragon Era, she didn't dare to give Arthur any response at that time.
Because I know that I will eventually be the one to 'leave early'.
The tall man stood up from the sofa.
He took out a jewelry box from his spatial ring.
Then, he hurriedly knelt down on one knee in front of Li Aili.
Her hands, gloved in white, trembled slightly, and she almost dropped the jewelry box.
Upon opening the jewelry box, one finds a magnificent gemstone ring.
It is forged from five colors of dragon metal, and the ring is inlaid with every type of dragon gem that can be found.
"Miss Li Aili, will you marry me, Arthur Saint Dragon?"
Li Aili lowered her eyes to look at the engagement ring that the man always carried with him, and whispered, "I do."
...
The Royal Capital of Clark, Platinum Kremlin Palace.
Albert sat upright on the single sofa in the reception area of the study.
He held the warm Xilin black tea and sipped it slowly.
A lazy little bone dragon was lying on the coffee table in front of me.
Gilmanoa looked at its master curiously, then pointed at the teapot with the tip of its tail.
Soon, a necromancer emerged from the shadows of the room and respectfully served Gilmanoa a cup of tea.
Gilmanoa plunged his head in, gulped it down, and then vomited it back up.
It exaggeratedly opened its upper and lower jaws, as if to say, "Oh, judging from the way you drink tea, I thought it tasted really good."
"Damn it, why does it taste like rotten bone broth to me??"
Albert gracefully set down his teacup. “That’s your own taste, Gilmanoa.”
Gilmanoa: "..."
He asked maliciously, "So, when you drink tea, what does it taste like?"
Albert smiled and said, "You wouldn't want to know."
Gilmanoa's soul fire flickered in his eyes. "Oh, good news, we chose the right time."
"Because of the news of the wedding, your brother Arthur did not interfere in our affairs."
Albert happily picked up his teacup again and took a big, cheerful sip.
Gilmanoa seemed to recall the nauseating taste from earlier, and his jaw agape in disgust.
If he still had a tongue, he would have spat it out along with it.
Why do you always drink such disgusting stuff?
Albert put down his teacup. "Because people like it."
The flame of his soul flickered in Gilmanoa's eyes. "Are you missing what it felt like to be human?"
Albert patted the head of the mentally challenged dragon lich with pity. "No, I was pretending."
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