It’s What’s on the Inside That Counts up to 1000 Episodes

    After half a year, the war with the orcs is over, and the human race has won a great victory.

    After returning all government affairs to the emperor, Lankesuri fell ill.

    This disease suddenly and aggressively made the iron man Frank Shuri, who had been in the wild for a month, unable to get out of bed.

    By the time the condition heals, it will be winter.

    The therapist finished examining Lankesuri's body and said with a sigh of relief: "Your Highness, your body has fully recovered."

    "I see." Lankesuri replied mildly.

    The therapist looked at Lankexiuli hesitantly, and finally said: "Your Highness, please take care of your health."

    "Thank you." Lankesuri's expression didn't change.

    After a serious illness, he seems to have matured completely, those sky-like blue eyes are very calm, as perfect as gems, without the slightest wave.

    The therapist left the room after salute.

    The annoying and noisy voice finally left, Lankesuri thought casually, and stood up from the bed.

    He went to the window and opened the window, the cold wind blew into his room with the snow like a knife, stirring his thin pajamas.

    Lanxiuly stared at the world outside the window as if she could not feel the cold.

    The once riddled courtyard has been restored and everything is neat and tidy as if nothing had happened.

    And his heart completely calmed down.

    Maybe all emotions have a shelf life, or maybe human beings naturally have a set of self-protection mechanisms, no matter how deep the sadness and pain, will gradually deteriorate over time.

    Like the snow that covers the world, his heart is peaceful.

    …No, there are still waves.

    Lanxiuly thought, the angry ice flame in his heart, the ice flame hidden under the calm, is still burning his soul day after day.

    He hated those nobles who helped Sarita, and hated them as imperial nobles who helped to defect to the royal family.

    He hated himself even more.

    —Why are you so weak?

    After recovering from his illness, Lankesuri did not continue to go to school. He could no longer face everything he was familiar with in the academy. Orcs are adjacent to the frontier.

    Here, he lived a life like an ascetic, fighting orcs, studying spells, and repeating the boring life day after day.

    However, Frank Xiuli did not feel boring at all. He was driven by his own heart, and he did not dare to stop for a second.

    Day after day, year after year, he grew from a boy to a young man, took over the throne, and became a qualified king.

    He is a king who criticizes himself more than anyone else, a king who will be moved by his own smile and pain, and a king who treats others more tolerantly than himself.

    As a king, he has reached the peak of his personal power.

    Should I be satisfied?

    As expected in the past, he has done everything he can and punished all his enemies.

    Is that so?

     Killed all the nobles who secretly supported the traitors, and made their clansmen slaves for generations, and they will never be born again.

    Did it pass?

    The orcs of the western steppe were slaughtered and driven to the more barren Gorge of Thorns, watering the fertile lands with their blood.

    But his heart was still unhappy.

    His heart was frozen that year, and he could never get out.

    His heart is still so tired and so painful.

    Perhaps, he had no idea what joy was and what was laughter.

    In the year when the orcs were completely expelled, he was finally able to push aside the past bedroom and walk in the ashes-covered memories,

    Everything here is like the past, and every inch of space seems to tell the story of the past.

    Lankesulli closed his eyes and seemed to be back many years ago.

    Everything that was gray and dusty around seemed to be reborn, the dull carpet was brightly colored, and the withered flowers bloomed delicately again.

    He walked by instinct, and seemed to hear the voice of the maid in the illusory.

    【His Royal Highness Lankesuri is back, Miss Lena must be very happy. 】

    In front of the study, Lankesuri stopped, he stretched out his hand to open the door, but he touched a wall.

    Lanxiuly opened his eyes and found that the place where he stopped was a wall.

    The door of the study had already been passed by him, leaving it far behind.

    Everything around is still full of dust and cobwebs, looking broken and old.

    "So I've grown taller." Lankesuri said to himself, he turned his head and pushed open the door of the study.

    The books on the desk were spread out, as if they were still reading carefully before the master left, Lankesuri walked over, sat on the dusty chair, and closed his eyes.

    "You know, movies are also being made here." Like someone around him, Lankesuri said in a soft voice, "It was "The Prince of Tennis", all the The stunts are live-action performances, I think you'll like them."

    "The Chinese cuisine you like has more flavors. In the bookstore you often go to, there are more and more novels by other people."

    Lanke Schulli explains the changes over the years.

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    "Also, I finally defeated the orcs." Lankesuri said softly, as if telling a trivial matter, "Next, the elves."

    This great deed sung by all mankind has not received any response here.

    Lanke Shuli closed his eyes and leaned on the chair quietly.

    He sank into a dream.

    In the dream, he saw the appearance of his youth, walked the road he had traveled, and met the people he had met.

    He met Lena again, fell in love again, fell in love again.

    But these are just dreams, after opening his eyes, he has to face a lonely world again.

    Lankexiuli is still the emperor who is praised by everyone, and his strength and wisdom convince everyone.

    Even though he has achieved unprecedented greatness and has become the most powerful mage so far, he still demands himself with an extremely strict attitude.

    Even people who live in the royal capital have a hard time seeing their king. He is just like a robot, dealing with government affairs, researching spells, dealing with government affairs, and researching spells.

    His life seems to be just those two things.

    Except for a few fixed programs, the king of mankind has forever frozen himself in a distant palace.

    …

    It's the beginning of another year's performance season. Although there are many movies and plays in the capital, the most popular is always the Fernanda Theater, which first performed "The Phantom of the Opera".

    Although they have other programs now, they perform "The Phantom of the Opera" several times every year, and these plays can be said to be hard to get a ticket.

    Because his classmate is the child of the owner of the Fernanda Theater, the young out-of-town teenager was fortunate to have the honor of coming to watch the play-although he came in for the reason of doing errands.

    The luxurious decoration in the theater, the extravagant dress of the audience, and the atmosphere of drunken gold and ecstasy made this young boy who had just arrived couldn't close his mouth.

    "Almost." His partner poked him in the waist, "These are big people, don't be too humiliating."

    "Okay, okay." The boy nodded frantically.

    At this moment, the theater was quiet, and everyone respectfully saluted to the box in one direction.

    The place where the boy was located just happened to see the box in that direction, but he couldn't be seen there. He sneaked over there and saw a man wearing a gold-studded cape .

    Even from a long distance, the cold burnout on the man is still very clear.

    Just looking at it, the teenager felt like he was back in the ice and snow of his hometown, and seemed to hear the distant and empty echo of the north wind.

    "Who is that?" The young man who had just arrived in Colony couldn't help being oppressed by the momentum, and asked in a low voice, "Why is everyone salute him?"

    "Shh, that's Your Majesty." His companion replied in the same small voice.

    "You guys are too good, are you all watching your drama?" The boy was shocked.

    "This is His Majesty's favorite drama, and His Majesty will come to the first show of each performance season."

    This is a drama that His Majesty likes, it must be very good!

    With this thought in mind, the boy watched the show with all his heart.

    …not as good-looking as Full Time Hunter! Not even a decent fight!

    The young man secretly slandered, and couldn't help but look at the box where His Majesty was.

    Although this is His Majesty's favorite drama, he has a cold face, one hand supports his face, his eyes seem to fall on the stage, and he seems to cross the stage to look elsewhere .

    "Does His Majesty really like this drama?" The boy asked in a low voice, "He doesn't even laugh, does he like it?"

    "It is said that because the person he loved most died, he never laughed again."

    "Wow, so romantic, who is that person?"

    "It is said that they are His Majesty's classmates. They have been together since their school days, but unfortunately they could not be together in the end."

    "That's why Your Majesty doesn't marry?" The boy was moved, "Your Majesty is really infatuated."

    "Yes, my mother said that after His Majesty's lover died, he never went to school again, and went directly to the border to participate in the war with the orcs."

    The boy was excited and clenched his fists: "I also want to participate in the war with the orcs!"

    "That's impossible, the orcs have been destroyed."

     "However, I heard that His Majesty has now developed a cross-border space spell, and he is experimenting with the space gate in the original orc territory. If you work hard, you may become one of the pioneers of another world. staff."

    "Wow! That sounds cool!"

     "But my mother's friend said that the cross-border space spell is not stable enough for long-distance transmission, and I don't know when it will be used."

    "Good!"