Beng Tie: What does it mean to broaden one's four destinies in one sentence?

Then, he looked at the piece of paper on the table.

The title is "Inaugural Address Tomorrow".

His gaze fell on the eight characters below.

Then he fell silent.

Silent for a long time.

Bronya became somewhat uneasy about it.

She didn't know what the Demon King would think.

Don't you think she's too naive?

Do you think she's unsuitable to be the Great Guardian?

He looked at the eight characters, reading them one by one.

Then he laughed.

It's not the Demon King's grinning, as if he thinks he has everything under control, nor is it the maniacal laughter of someone standing on the shoulders of the Creation Engine, completely exhilarated.

It was a quiet, heartfelt laugh.

Her eyes crinkled into crescents as she smiled, and the corners of her mouth turned up in a smirk.

It was like seeing the first rays of spring in the cold winter night.

Bronya stared at that smile in her mind, stunned.

She had never seen the Demon King laugh like that before.

Immediately afterwards, he summoned the Star Core and whispered a few words to it.

"Small core".

"Uncle! You're here!"

"Shh, keep your voice down."

"Okay, Uncle!"

"This woman is going to be the Great Guardian tomorrow. You better behave and don't cause any trouble."

"Okay, Uncle! I'll be a very good boy!"

"Okay. We won't use the Creation Engine tonight. Let's get some rest. Uncle might come a little later tomorrow. Be a good boy/girl."

"Okay, Uncle! I'll wait for you!"

The star's core disappeared.

Lin Si glanced at the paper again, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile once more.

"Now I can finally get a good night's sleep."

He stretched.

"I'm really tired today."

Then he logged off.

Bronya: "........"

She regained control of her body.

She looked down at the paper on the table, at the eight characters she had written.

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water.

In the direction of Yongdongling, the light from the geothermal heater was still on.

It's like a road leading to the future.

Bronya put the paper away, turned off the light, and lay down on the bed.

Close your eyes.

tomorrow.

She is the Great Guardian.

She took a deep breath and then exhaled.

She smiled.

It's not because I'm not nervous.

It was because she suddenly remembered the Demon King's smile from earlier.

That quiet, heartfelt laugh.

She had no idea what the Demon King was laughing about.

But she felt that it must be a very good thing.

It was so good that even he, the hero who saved Belloberg, genuinely felt it was good.

Outside the window, the star core, hidden under the eaves, flickered with light and murmured softly.

"Uncle said he'll come later tomorrow... How late is 'later'... Uncle, please be clear..."

No one answered it.

Only the wind blows from the snowfield, carrying the scent of earth.

That was an aura unseen for seven hundred years.

It is the breath of dawn.

Goodnight, Demon King.

After a long time, a red and white fox mask floated to Bronya's window.

Immediately afterwards, a petite figure appeared in the room.

Hanabi looked around, first glancing at the sleeping Bronya, then at the room's furnishings, before fixing her gaze on the paper on the table and muttering to herself:

"Is he a great hero who saves the world, or a great demon king who destroys the world? Let Lady Hanabi see for herself!"

She picked up the paper, looked at it carefully, and then her lips curled into a grin as if she wanted to burst into laughter, but after glancing back at the sleeping Bronya, she closed her mouth again.

"Oh my, Sambo, you have good taste!"

Chapter 68 The world belongs to all, long live the people!

Early morning, Belleberg.

Bronya woke up very early. The sky outside the window was still overcast.

She put on the Silvermane Iron Guard uniform—no, from today onwards, it would be the High Guardian's formal attire.

She braided her long gray hair into three braids, letting them hang down her back, and looked at herself in the mirror for a long time.

The person in the mirror looks very serious.

She tried to smile.

Okay.

It's not too bad-looking.

She took a deep breath and pushed open the door to go out.

In the corridor, Pera was rushing over, his glasses perched on his nose, carrying a stack of documents, and he almost bumped into her.

"Lady Bronya! They're here! They're here!"

Bronya took the documents from her and helped her adjust her glasses.

"Tell me slowly. Who's here?"

"Lady Bronya! People have arrived from the lower district! A lot of them! The Iron Guards didn't stop them; Lady Cocolia gave instructions last night, but..."

She took a breath.

"But they also brought trash cans! Lots of trash cans! The kind that can walk!"

Bronya's lips twitched.

"Okay, let's go."

She took a step forward, and Pera paused for a second before quickly following.

The square in the administrative district was packed with people.

The residents of the upper-level area stood on the left, dressed in thick clothes, their faces showing curiosity and a hint of nervousness.

The homeless people from the lower district stood on the right, their clothes patched up, their faces showing wariness and something indescribable—not hostility, but more like... bewilderment.

They haven't stood here for a long time.

So long ago, some people have forgotten that the sky over the administrative district used to look like this.

In the center of the square, Schwarzkopf's tall figure stood out.