Controls Plato's most elite troops.

He has never met Iggdrasius, but he can completely picture the appearance of a nearly 70-year-old former grand leader in his mind. He is tall, thin and cold, with a snow-white bun. His whole person is as disciplined as steel.

The incarnation of Yuanjiao, a loyal Yuanjiao warrior, he will eliminate all disharmonious existences without hesitation, with an absolute iron fist——

He stared blankly into the distance. The wind blew closer and closer, and the dark clouds rising from the sea rushed towards the Salasivadi Bay.

In just a few minutes, a gust of wind mixed with cool rain drifted over his head and covered his face. The coolness suddenly made him clear-headed.

Ye Rou has gone to bed to rest. Plato people who have no entertainment life are accustomed to the traditional life of resting at sunset.

This letter and Kalki's violent departure from home made her uneasy. The two smart housekeeping robots rushed to comfort her. They were so considerate and kind, but in comparison, she suddenly discovered that human society is full of all kinds of harm, which is terrifying.

Much more.

She was lying alone on the big bed, worried that he didn't know where to spend the night. Although he was very harsh to her, she suddenly felt sympathy for him after reading the official letter from the new minister to him.

Kalki was a special person, and he might be pursuing something she didn't understand. She looked at the empty space on one side of the big bed, and when she thought of his amazing handsomeness and nobility under the lights and candlelight, she felt soft.

I still want to treat him as my husband who will stay with me for thirty years in the future.

Half asleep and half awake, Yerou vaguely heard the soft sound of rain and felt that someone was watching her...

She opened her eyes and vaguely saw a dark figure standing beside the bed. Behind her was the open balcony window. There was darkness outside the window, as if a rain had just passed, and everything was moist and dark.

The tall, faceless black figure stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at her.

"Ah!" She turned over and stood up, trembling with fright.

After the heavy rain, the night suddenly became very bright, and the skylight filtered through the window. She fixed her eyes and immediately saw clearly that it was Kalki standing there.

"Captain?...You!" She sat up instinctively and hurriedly used the quilt to cover her chest in her lace pajamas.

Kalki was soaked all over. He wore shoulder-length blond hair, which was wet and stuck to both sides of his face. His cold-shining hair was still dripping with water on the side of his eyebrows. His deep eyes shone with a kind of night.

The brilliance of the Timber Wolf.
Chapter completed!