Money can make the dead grind corn. ---- An old saying from the Aegean Continent.
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Prince Richard and Helen shared a tender farewell outside Witherspoon City.
For some unknown reason, the prince summoned his knightly mount, a Sub-dragon beast covered in sword-like bone armor.
The sunset was blood-red, and the wilderness stretched far into the distance.
The majestic Magical Beast mount, the virile Prince Richard, and the naturally enchanting Helen formed a scene straight out of a myth or an opera: a knight and his lady.
The fierce wind on the wilderness made the prince's golden hair whip about, and the delicate scent of the Fox Tribe girl lingered at his nostrils.
The valor in the prince's eyes had disappeared, replaced only by a tender affection.
By their side, Liu Zhenhan looked like a savage just stepped out of legend.
