Chapter 241 Bitpara can live for ten thousand years, just like my love for you



When they were about to leave the house, Louis and Beatrice went to see Viscount Ainz.

Viscount Ainz had a complicated expression: "Although I had guessed that some important people were coming this time, I didn't expect it to be the two princes."

Louis smiled and said:

"Please keep our trip a secret."

Viscount Ainz nodded.

He had vaguely heard that the princess and her companions were preparing to pay a secret visit to the northern territory, but they were not sure where they would go first.

Now I was really shocked to see them suddenly.

Louis briefly told him about "The Door in the Painting" and "Love of My Life".

Viscount Ainz is the person involved, so it’s okay to tell him.

Louis also had a bit of evil taste and wanted to see what kind of expression Viscount Ainz would show after he knew about "The Door in the Painting" and "The Love of My Life".

It turns out that his expression is funnier than expected.

Especially after he knew that "Love of My Life" was damaged, the expression on his face was worthy of being made into an emoticon.

He was just about to cry, make a fuss and jump on the spot.

"Your Highness Louis, don't tell me about this kind of thing next time. My heart can't take it."

When we left, there was still some time left in the afternoon.

Beatrice asked Louis what his plans were next.

Louis looked at her and said:

"How about taking a hot air balloon ride with me? This is the Northern Flower City after all."

Beatrice agreed without hesitation.

Although she didn't know what a hot air balloon was, since Louis said so, she just did it.

Louis had asked the Chamber of Commerce to help him make the hot air balloon out of boredom.

Usually this thing is kept in the dimensional bag.

He made a lot of these fun and interesting little things.

Of course he has never flown a hot air balloon, but that doesn't stop him from using it.

Anyway, in the Sin Dragon Armed and Liberated form, he already possesses excellent flying abilities.

It's okay even if you fall halfway.

After he lit the hot air balloon, the two of them slowly rose into the air amid Beatrice's screams.

It's still snowing here in the north.

This place is close to the Falling Star Sea. The sea breeze blows here with water vapor, and when it snows, it is really heavy snow.

Louis put a scarf around Beatrice, looked at her and said:

“The color and shape are just right.”

Not to mention the fabric, it feels incredibly comfortable as soon as you put it on.

Beatrice whispered:

"Did you have this scarf made specially for you?"

Louis said in surprise:

"Can you tell?"

Beatrice snorted softly, "After all, I am also a princess. I can still tell what the works of the upscale private workshops in the capital look like."

Louis walked around half a circle, hugged her from behind and said:

"You know, Meyer's ready-to-wear business is expanding, and many of the experts who couldn't beat our custom shop before have joined my circle."

Beatrice said with emotion: "I thought 400,000 gold coins were a lot before, but now if you take out any property, it will be worth more than 400,000."

Louis nodded and chuckled, "With more and more industry experts joining Meyer Ready-to-wear, the development of many new products can be put on the agenda."

"Before I came, I thought about the heavy snow in the north, so I customized one for you."

He played with Beatrice's golden hair, kissed it and said:

"Don't you like it?"

Beatrice blushed.

Logically speaking, she has always been the kind of person who is good at controlling her emotions.

But today, in front of Louis, she really found it difficult to hide her emotions.

She even found excuses for herself in her heart.

The influence of "Love of My Life" must not have disappeared, otherwise why would she be so unbearable, so...

I want to hug him.

Heavy snow was blown into the basket of the hot air balloon and fell on them.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

On the snow-covered land, there was a forest that caught his attention:

"Beatrice, look at that forest."

Beatrice followed Louis' finger and looked in the direction of the forest.

She covered her mouth subconsciously.

A vacant flat area appeared in the snowy forest.

The edge of the treeless plain was clearly outlined in the shape of a heart.

"It looks like we're not the only ones enjoying romance."

Louis rubbed his eyes and said subconsciously:

"This direction... seems a little wrong."

This forest definitely did not grow naturally; it was obviously the result of someone's deliberate care.

"Want to go and have a look?"

Beatrice looked at Louis and said.

Louis nodded, picked up Beatrice as she screamed, and jumped down.

The spread dragon wings tore through the air and arrived around the woods below in a very short time.

Beatrice tapped the tree and said, "Bitpara trees are unique to the Northern Territory. It is certain that this forest was planted intentionally by someone. How romantic."

Louis asked curiously, "Can we determine the type of tree by looking at it?"

Beatrice nodded and said, "The Bitpara tree is not a common tree. Didn't you notice that this is the only tree in this forest?"

Louis said, "Then why do you say it's romantic?"

"This tree grows very slowly. The oldest Bitpara tree that has survived to date is more than 6,000 years old."

"Because the trees are too hard, it is difficult for ordinary professionals to cut them down."

"Do you remember the wooden sword you used when you first started training?"

Louis nodded: "Is it made from the branches of this tree?"

Beatrice confirmed.

The wooden sword Louis used at that time was often used violently by him.

But because the material is harder than ordinary metal, the wooden sword has never broken.

If Beatrice hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have known it was this kind of tree.

Beatrice said with emotion: "It is said that if no one cuts it down, Bitpara can grow for ten thousand years."

“In the north, Bitpara has other meanings.”

"Bitpara can live for ten thousand years, just like my love for you."

Beatrice stroked the tree trunk gently and added:

"In the north, if a couple gets married and loves each other till death, their children will plant this tree on their grave."

"It is to pray that after my parents leave this world, I can still embrace them in the afterlife."

Louis nodded.

The two walked deeper into the forest and soon came to the clearing.

I saw a chair in the heart-shaped open space.

"It seems like we're not the only uninvited guests."

Louis looked at Beatrice and said, "The cleanliness of this wooden chair shows that someone has been taking care of it."

Beatrice said: "He should be very strong. At least he is a model-level strong man."

"From the height of Bitpara here, it has been growing for at least 100 years."

"The person sitting in this open space should be the one who planted the tree."

"Considering the age at which normal people get married and the time they've spent together, you'd have to add another 20 years at least."

"120 years is not something that people below the model level can easily achieve."

Louis shook his head and said, "No need to guess, look here."

Beatrice walked over and saw a stone tablet on the ground.

There are a few lines of small words written on the stone tablet.

"I met Xilin here"

"Five years later, Xilin still left me"

"I can't be resurrected after all. If I had taken that step earlier, would things have changed?"

"I came back here and planted this farm with 7,000 Bitparas, leaving a heart shape in the middle."

"Every day from now on, I will get used to walking here alone"

"In this deepest place that no one outside knows, sitting in the chair in the middle of the heart"

"And the direction this heart points to is where we fall in love and where we die."

Beatrice was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the heart-shaped clearing.

"Ms. Xilin's former residence?"

Louis sighed and said, "He should be Ms. Xilin's husband, right?"

"That's great, even though Ms. Xilin lived a loveless life most of her life."

"But at least in the end, someone loved her deeply and engraved their love for her on this land."

What a romantic love story this is.

It’s just that the content of the story is hard to think about in detail.

After all, this story must end in tragedy.

"It seems that the person who has been taking care of this land is Ms. Xilin's husband."

Beatrice frowned and said:

"But it's so strange, there are some things I can't understand."

Louis said, "Like?"

Beatrice says:

"If Lady Sirin's husband is still alive, why did his former residence end up in the hands of Viscount Ainz?"

"And as far as I know, not long after Ms. Xilin's death, her husband completely disappeared from the social circle and was suspected to be dead."

Louis shook his head and said, "Maybe he has some unspeakable secrets."

But love is not fake.

This forest has a single tree species and not many weeds.

This means that from time to time someone will come here to level the land.

He could even imagine Ms. Xilin's husband sitting quietly in the middle of the open space, recalling every happy memory with his lover.

It's just that, just thinking about it, it hurts so much.

"But, Beatrice." Louis turned to look at his lover and said, "We don't need to witness other people's love. We will protect our own love."

He held Beatrice in his arms and said:

"Let's go, let's not disturb their peace."

Louis did not retrieve the hot air balloon, but directly cast a spell to make it disintegrate in the air.

The two quickly left the forest.

Walking in the center of the city of Byron Territory, he felt that time passed very quickly.

It was dark in the blink of an eye.

The two prepared to go back to their room to rest.

When he was about to leave the commercial district, Louis seemed to sense something and turned his head to look at the crowded area on the side.

A man wearing a wizard's robe and a simple yet elegant men's shirt walked through the crowd.

He only saw the profile.

But even with just that profile, he still recognized the man's identity at a glance.

"Ms. Celine's husband?"

Yes.

Even if you can't see her face clearly, her temperament and dress won't lie.

Louis was amazed.

Seeing how young he looks, I'm afraid this guy is not just a beginner at the Paragon level.

A regular model-class person cannot maintain such a youthful appearance after being over a hundred years old.

"Louie, Louis, what are you looking at?"

Beatrice's voice came from beside me.

Louis turned his head and looked at her and said, "Nothing, I just saw something very interesting."

The night gradually deepened.

In the deserted living room of Ms. Xilin's former home, a man appeared with a faint light.

He raised his head and looked at the living room quietly, muttering to himself: "I'm back. Don't worry, Xilin, you won't have to wait too long. It will be over soon. I have an appointment with the Emperor..."

Suddenly a knife swung out from the shadows, and a heavily armored Raven Guard attacked without mercy.

He is the guard stationed at Ms. Xilin's former residence to prevent uninvited guests from exploring the secrets of the Cangqing Mechanical Group.

His paragon level gave him the courage to attack, but the tip of the knife was stopped by a slender finger the moment it fell.

"Shh, we need silence here."

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, with a sense of bohemianness.

The light of magic shone from his fingertips, instantly engulfing the Raven Guard.

The painful expression on the Raven Guard's face gradually turned calm, and his eyes were fixed on the young man:

"Emotional magic? Are you from the dark side of Eros?"

The young man's mouth curled up into a mocking smile:

"How could I be a person on the dark side of the God of Love? The only reason I survived is to grant them an equal death."

"Little Crow, sleep peacefully. I have no intention of conflicting with the Empire."

"When you wake up, you won't remember anything."

The Raven Guard's eyes gradually dimmed.

Suddenly, a long knife stabbed at the young man again from his shadow.

But the young man didn't even move.

At some point, the effect of the emotion magic had already covered another Raven Guard.

"You use the power of shadow in front of me. Do you think you are the emperor?"

He smiled calmly, ignoring the two Raven Guards who were struggling to escape the magic effect, and just lay quietly on the sofa in the living room:

"Xilin..."

He said in a low voice.

But the next moment, his expression changed slightly, and his cynical smile faded slightly: "This guy is more difficult to deal with than a dog-skin plaster!"

He got up and left the room, and soon arrived outside the city with the help of magic.

He looked coldly at the man in the worn leather armor and said, "The last ember of the blazing sun, do you really want to fight me to the death?"

A man wearing worn-out armor and with an untidy beard came out:

"What Rudelson has done during this period is worthy of my personal action."

If Louis were here, he would definitely recognize this person at the first sight.

Aaron Irving.

A person who looks ordinary.

Of course, his own mediocrity has nothing to do with it.

What more people know is his nickname——

Knight of the Blazing Sun.

The irony is that now that the Eternal Sun has fallen, no one in this world can call themselves a Sun Knight.

But he is different.

The Knight of the Blazing Sun is the title bestowed upon him by the outside world.

His blazing flames became the final salvation of the Church of the Setting Sun.

Aaron looked at the young man calmly and said, "Put down your weapons and accept arrest."

The young man shook his head and said, "You should be thankful that I don't want to fight here."

Aaron said, "Now that you've run away, you won't be able to hide for long."

The young man snorted: "Then let's give it a try!"

His figure gradually disappeared.

Aaron watched the young man disappear.

Aaron had left long before they met.

What remains here is nothing but a thought, a reflection of the wizard.

"This kind of skill...is not something a paragon should have."

(End of this chapter)


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