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It was just these few minutes that made Awen cry in vain.

But it was not a good idea to leave someone crying like this, so Dim walked over, patted Awen's shoulder gently, and said in a soft voice: "Awen, it's me, I am Dim."

Awen was crying so hard that she was stunned. When she heard that familiar voice, she could hardly believe her ears.

When I looked up at the voice, I saw that familiar face through my tearful eyes. For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating because of my crying, and I repeated in confusion, "Dim?"

After receiving the other party's affirmative nod, she rubbed her red and swollen eyes again, carefully looked at the figure in front of her again, and confirmed that she was not mistaken. She asked in a tearful voice: "Are you Dim? Really?"

"Really." Dim looked quite embarrassed, after all, Awen's tears were shed for him.

Awen nodded obediently, then stood up straight, ignoring the blackout caused by insufficient blood supply to the brain, and rushed towards Dim quickly, his fist hitting Dim's abdomen like lightning.

Dim was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground by the heavy punch.

Without any hesitation, Awen immediately stepped forward, rode on Dim's body, and started beating the overly familiar face left and right.

"You are not dead. If you are not dead, why don't you write me a letter? Do you know how hard I have been looking for you? I thought you were dead!" She cried while beating him. In the end, she could not beat him anymore, but her tears had not dried yet.

Awen's punches and kicks came like a storm, but she only hit two places, and Dim easily blocked them.

But she was just defending herself and had no intention of resisting. When Awen was exhausted and was gasping for breath, staring at her with unconvinced eyes, Dim was not angry, but just smiled at Awen's face.

Ah Wen thought he had knocked the person silly. He gasped, looked at her in confusion, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Laugh because we are still alive. I can still be alive." Dim grinned foolishly, but what he said made Awen confused.

Who did you learn this kind of nonsense from?

Ah Wen glared at her unhappily, feeling somewhat helpless about her answer. He turned over and lay on the side, looking at the sky and sighing, "Live, who can live longer than you?"

"I'm sorry." Dim said suddenly.

Awen frowned slightly, as if puzzled by the unexpected apology. "What?" she asked softly, with a hint of imperceptible nervousness in her voice.

She seemed to be afraid that this was just an illusion caused by her tinnitus. But when she saw the ELO clothes on Dim, she became uncertain again.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. You're right." Dim turned his head, stared into Awen's eyes and repeated, "You're right."

Awen's lips moved slightly, as if she had thousands of words to say, but in the end, she said nothing, but just smiled suddenly.

Chapter 128: All Gone

The war was raging everywhere, and the defeat was like a bursting dam. Those nobles who had lived a life of luxury in the past were now forced to reluctantly give up everything, dragging their families and their gold and silver jewelry, and retreating like stray dogs following the city lord Ella.

It was as if they were forcibly dragged back to reality from a dream. Yesterday they were still immersed in luxury and enjoyment. Even the days of war could not wake them up from their former glory.

But today, the defeat was like a landslide, and everything suddenly changed. The glory and honor of the past have now turned into a wisp of smoke, drifting away with the wind.

At this moment, they were exhausted and full of resentment, but they could not remember at all how happy they were when Ella declared war, and how arrogant they were when they thought this was their first step to the stage of power.

He also wouldn't think that ELO has actually become too big to be eliminated, and Yun Shuo is not the kind of person who is willing to endure it for a little profit.

The seeds of war had actually been quietly planted in their comfort zone long ago, but they had not noticed it.

But they never learned to reflect on themselves. Instead, they stubbornly blamed all the faults on Ella, wishing that she would be the only sinner in this tragedy.

They believed that it was because of her resentment due to the death of the old city lord that she hastily started the war, which led to their current predicament.

If Ella had not so rashly provoked the war, or if she had been able to quickly determine the outcome of the conflict and take the lead in the war, they would surely still be living their peaceful lives now.

As for those small nobles who were executed by ELO before the war, even if these bloody examples were placed in front of them, they would not feel any pain or itch. They had neither the sense of urgency of "lips and teeth are cold" nor the sadness of "the death of a rabbit leads to the grief of the fox".

Even if there had been such a thing before, looking at the current unstoppable momentum of ELO, they would just think that those who died were just a few small nobles, so it would be fine for ELO to kill them for fun, and it shouldn't have turned out like this.

After all, as long as the butcher's knife is not across your neck, it is not a big deal no matter how you look at it, and it is an acceptable price to pay.

But now, on the battlefield, no matter your status, you will die.

After all, those crazy people in ELO really just beat up whoever is stronger. You are a noble, right? I beat up the nobles, and I am worried that others will not be able to withstand the beating!

I thought that no matter what, I could live a life of ease and comfort with my noble status, but suddenly I had to go to war with others, and I couldn't win, so the nobles had to take action.

And once you're on the court, you can't just be a mascot. You have to go to the front and face the hail of bullets, and you might even die there.

Who would be happy with this?

I am a nobleman who is high above everyone else and possesses an extremely noble status and position. How could I possibly be worth the same as the lives of country bumpkins like you ELO?

Ella's toughness could suppress these people for a while, but it was just a temporary situation, and now it seems that it will not last long - there will always be people who are restless.

Luo Lan did not bring too many servants with her. Although she did not regard those servants as human beings, she still felt a little reluctant in her heart and did not want to take them to die in vain. She gave them some money and let them leave on their own.

Indeed, in Luo Lan's eyes, this retreat was a suicide mission. In her eyes, this was a hopeless escape, and there was absolutely no chance of Ella making a comeback.

She was clearly sitting in a carriage, her body wrapped in soft cushions, but she felt cold to the bone, as if she had one foot halfway into the coffin, just one shovel of dirt away.

The housekeeper was still sitting quietly beside her, his eyes, which had once been deep and bright, now covered with a layer of worry.

The road was littered with rubble from fallen buildings. Even though people had been ordered to clean it up in advance, time was urgent and some small pieces were still left behind, scattered everywhere.

The carriage was bumpy, and the people inside naturally didn't feel any better.

Luo Lan's fingers were restlessly stirring her drooping hair, trying to hide her anxiety with small movements of her hands.

She lowered her head and asked the housekeeper in a barely audible voice, "How long have we been gone?"

The crisp sounds of the past became muffled, as if suppressed by the thick air around them.

Even the finest incense couldn't dispel the smell of gunpowder that quietly seeped in from the outside world. It was vague, yet enough to make one uneasy. The shadow of war was quietly approaching, so who could remain in peace?

Inside the carriage, the dry dust and the old leather intertwined with the rich incense, creating a scent that was both fragrant and smelly, making Luo Lan want to vomit. However, the situation was urgent, so she could only endure it.

The butler handed over a glass of water in a soothing manner. After calculating the distance, he was about to speak, but Luo Lan suddenly got angry again and turned away, as if what the butler handed over was not a glass of water, but a glass of poison.

"If I take another sip, I'm afraid I'll really vomit it out." Her voice was a little coquettish, but it was hard to hide her inner irritability.

Luo Lan finally couldn't stand the dullness in the car any longer, so he suddenly reached out and lifted the thick and sturdy curtain beside the car.

Her gaze did not turn to the receding scenery, but instead she looked up at the sky stubbornly, looking at the blue sky through the narrow gap in the curtain.

After a long while, she said slowly, "I don't want to die..."

This sentence was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The housekeeper's heart suddenly tightened, and his usually calm face now revealed a rare sense of tension and anxiety.

For a moment, I didn't understand why this young lady, whom I had seen grow up, would say such words out of the blue. It was as if she was announcing an irreversible fate.

However, in the current situation, everyone is busy taking care of themselves.

The butler pondered and hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't come up with a reasonable and convincing lie. He could only say stiffly, "You won't die."

She herself didn't believe this.

Since Luo Lan already has divine power, he naturally has to go to the battlefield.

Even though he had always stayed in the rear and had always retreated smoothly, he could say that he had never witnessed the dangers of the battlefield. But the sound of artillery shells blasting all night long still made him toss and turn and unable to sleep.

The chin, which had finally gained some flesh, became visibly thinner, and the originally rosy face became increasingly paler due to the constant fear and fatigue.

Even now he is saying these words about whether to die or not. How can the housekeeper not be worried?

So the butler thought for a moment, then added firmly, "Even if I die, I will die before the young lady."

Luo Lan did not reply, but stretched out his hand from the carriage window, his fingertips gently touching the breeze coming in from outside the window, feeling the indescribable tenderness left after brushing against his fingertips.

She gazed off into the distance, and as if she had made up her mind, she said, "I just want to live a leisurely and peaceful life. I'm not willing to be self-reliant, toil for a living, and get involved in meaningless fights and calculations. I'm just that kind of person, lazy and unmotivated. Call me whatever you want, I just want to live a life of mediocrity."

I was born a noble and have lived a life of luxury for half my life. How can I get used to living like an ordinary person?

Why her? Why couldn't this happen a few decades later, after she died?

Luo Lan lowered his eyelids slightly, and a self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking his own weakness and escape.

"Miss..." the butler called softly.

Luo Lan continued to mutter to himself, as if as long as he cursed himself to the extreme, he would no longer care about the opinions of others. "I don't care about those so-called honors, nor do I care about their so-called conscience. Just treat me as a person without conscience. Spit on me, curse me, whatever. I am just so despicable. I only covet pleasure, but don't want to take any responsibility."

After she finished speaking, she took the initiative to lean on the butler's shoulder, her posture revealing a deep dependence, and said coquettishly: "I want to leave, I don't want to stay here and wait to die, and I don't want you to die either."

At this point, escape may become the only hope of survival and the best option.

If he didn't have divine power, Luo Lan might have hesitated.

After all, for nobles without divine power, the only difference between them and commoners with a little savings was the inheritance passed down from generation to generation. However, once they left this land, their former glory and status would vanish like bubbles.

But it’s different with divine power. In the land of the Mechanical Kingdom, it is a symbol of aristocratic status and a synonym for honor and glory.

The housekeeper naturally understood Luo Lan's meaning, but she shook her head and frowned, saying, "Then Miss, you go first. I'll stay behind to cover your retreat. Otherwise, I'm worried that Ella will become suspicious..."

The current situation was different from before. Any disturbance would likely alert Ella. Therefore, she had to stay and buy Luo Lan more time.

After all, everyone knows how Ella treated Setash, the man who joined forces with ELO and attempted to seize the position of city lord.

Ella always acted decisively, and without any hesitation, she crippled Satesh's hands and feet, making him wheelchair-bound for the rest of his life.

Although she couldn't directly deprive Setash of his divine power, this was enough to make Setash extremely painful, and most of his originally powerful divine power naturally dissipated.

His hands were now difficult to control, not to mention things like holding a gun, which required precise operation. Even the most basic writing movements had become difficult to control. He had to use his elbows to support himself with anything he held.

Luo Lan always likes to chat with others about gossip. She can get any kind of news into her ears. She doesn't care whether it's true or false, but she always gets enough news.

Even though they couldn't meet and chat on the battlefield, the correspondence never stopped because they had relatively free time.

More importantly, Ella had no intention of concealing the news, so you can imagine how quickly it spread.

After all, she wanted to make it clear to everyone how tragic the fate of those who dared to rebel would be.

She wanted to let this fear hang like a shadow over the hearts of everyone who might waver, letting them know clearly that the price of betrayal might not just be death, and she had plenty of ways to make them live a life worse than death.

"If you don't leave, I won't leave either." Luo Lan smiled slightly, and the previous heaviness seemed to be temporarily released in this smile.

She casually picked an orange from a plate of fruit on the table in the middle of the carriage and slowly peeled it. "I was just trying to find a way out of this dead end. The worst that could happen is death. What's the difference between dying at the hands of ELO and dying at the hands of Ella?"

After slowly and methodically cleaning a slice of orange, she stuffed it directly into the butler's mouth and said with a foxy smile, "You don't want me to be buried with you, do you?"

The butler choked suddenly, not knowing whether it was because of these words or the orange that was stuffed directly into his throat.

But she couldn't resist her mistress after all, and replied hesitantly, "Yes."

With Luo Lan’s start, naturally there was another group of people who followed the trend, and they just followed Luo Lan all the way.

Ella and Setash fought for so long that many of these nobles became vassals of Luo Lan.

After all, some people may look stupid, but they just happen to be lucky.

Previously, Saitaishi was very powerful, and Luo Lan made a lot of money by following him. Later, for some reason, he jumped back to Ella, and as a result, Saitaishi was finished in a few days.

How can this not be considered "brilliant planning"?

As this group of nobles walked, most of them dispersed, but Fati was there to help them, so Ella knew nothing about it and was kept in the dark, still dreaming of making a comeback.

Fati is not without the intention of leaving, but she has a score to settle in her heart.

The effort and energy she invested in Ella was like a stone thrown into the water. Although it was invisible, the heavy weight made it impossible for her to let go easily. She had to get her money back no matter what.

She knew that although Ella was doomed to lose, she could leave at any time if she wanted to, and ELO couldn't stop her.

Those people were rushing to other places to become nobles, and it seemed that the sooner they left, the better.

After all, those who arrive early can occupy more resources and naturally squeeze out those who come later.

But the city lord is the city lord after all. Even if she is a fallen city lord, her identity is still there.

The reason why Ella became the city lord was not only because her father was the city lord, but more importantly, it was because she was extremely favored by the gods.

With this, he can be a guest of honor wherever he goes. And then Fati can also get some credit.

So she hoped that all the nobles would leave, the more the better, and it would be best if she was the only one left by Ella.

In this way, not only will the friendship between the two become deeper, but it will also make Ella retreat without fighting, saving herself from having to perform a crying scene of "As long as the green mountains remain, there is no fear of running out of firewood" on the battlefield.

Chapter 129: Here to Beg for Food (Edited)

Because Ella sent the nobles to the battlefield, most of the powerful and courageous nobles were turned into dust in the smoke of the battlefield.

The remaining nobles were like the residue after being filtered through a sieve. They were either cowards with mediocre strength, or smooth talkers who were the first to run away when trouble came.

Who cares about your "glory"? The most important thing is to be alive, and living well is even more important!

So just as Fati had hoped, most of the nobles chose to "run away", and a large group of people fled to the next city.

Although there were not many nobles in the city of Cori, the fact that all of them were mobilized made the lord of the neighboring city extremely angry.