Female Knight and Male Princess

Summer is coming soon, and the tail of late spring is dangling in May. The peony has faded, the water lilies are beginning to bloom, and the city is full of purple and red gradually faded, blooming in the sun into lush summer green.

The city of Lien is even more lively. The sunshine hours here are longer. The residents rise up at sunrise, but do not rest at sunset. The rich nightlife keeps the city in the hustle and bustle at any time, all kinds of pubs, dance parties, regardless of men, women and children, all love to sing, dance, and drink night talk after a day's work.

Matthew returned to Lien City, and it was like a fish in water. On the first day, he took Lan Weiwei and Arthur to visit almost all his old friends, and then began to spend his days in the city eating and drinking.

At first, Lan Weiwei was very excited, but she couldn't stand her eating and drinking for four consecutive days. The residents of Lien City were too enthusiastic. Adhering to the principle of "Don't eat, you don't give them face", Lan Weiwei ate countless foods. She touched her visibly bulging belly, and glanced at Taylor's slender waist secretly...

Damn it, let people not have a good time!

After that, Matthew invited Lan Weiwei to go out, but she refused. The girl lay weakly on the bench: "You two go, I really can't eat it...hiccup."

The leg of lamb that was forced to swallow yesterday hasn't been digested yet!

Arthur was full of regret: "Sister Weiwei, are you really not going?"

"Don't go..."

"Okay, then." He immediately raised Matthew's hand and said in joy, "Then let's go, Brother Matthew, today I want to eat turkey!"

"No problem." Matthew touched Arthur's head lovingly. "I promise you will get enough."

Arthur's eyes shined with golden light, and a little white face almost bloomed: "Turkey...sucking..."

"Wipe the saliva." Matthew passed a handkerchief calmly.

"Matthew, you're going to drink, I'm afraid it's not good to bring Arthur." Orville asked.

Matthew pulled Oville aside: "This time you'll be accommodating. If you don't take the little guy, I won't be able to get a drink."

Orville frowned: "What's the matter?"

"It's like this." Matthew looked serious. In short, the grandmother, the big girl, the little daughter-in-law in the city, can't help herself when seeing cute Arthur, and threatens Matthew not to eat for nothing if he doesn't take Arthur out. Matthew can only bring two oil bottles, one to hand in the tickets and the other to look at the tickets. Matthew spread his hands, "Now that Weiwei won't go, I can only worry about it. I'm optimistic about Arthur."

Orville snorted: "Will you look good on him?" I'm afraid I won't be able to find North by then, he sighed, "Forget it, I'll go with you. Arthur, let's eat turkey together, can't we?"

Arthur nodded sharply: "Okay, okay, can you bring back the rest?"

"Will you have any leftovers? Little devil head." Matthew vomited.

The three cleaned up, and then left the palace. Lan Weiwei watched them go out, and the reception room became quiet. She thought about taking a nap, but couldn't sleep, so she got up and went to the study to see Tyler and Vincent.

This study room belonged to Matthew, so it was decorated very beautifully and comfortably. The floor was covered with thick wool carpets, and a large low-footed couch was placed under the window. Tyler was leaning on the couch with a book in his hands. The room was extremely quiet, with only the rustle of pages turning from time to time. Taylor's profile is soft and quiet, and the door squeaks, which startled his drooping eyelashes, as if a butterfly flew by surprise.

"Yeah..." Lan Weiwei originally walked on tiptoe, but she found that Taylor had already seen herself and couldn't help scratching her head, "Um, sorry."

Taylor looked up slightly: "Did you not go out with Matthew?"

"No, Orville went out with them."

"Oh." Taylor replied indifferently, then buried his head in the book again.

What exactly happened here? When the two were chatting in the yard that night, Taylor's mood had improved. But only one day later, the air pressure around him dropped even lower. For several days in a row, Taylor looked lukewarm. Although he usually likes to put on a cold expression on his face, Lan Weiwei can feel that Taylor is in a very bad mood.

The girl scratched her heart and lungs all night, but couldn't help but ran to Orville's side and knocked on her side. Orville said he was helpless: "Why is your Highness in a bad mood? I don't know."

As for the others, it is even more unreliable. Arthur was busy eating, Matthew was busy drinking. Vincent looked blank: "Ah? Tyler is in a bad mood? Why don't I know?"

My confidant sister Lan Weiwei didn't realize that she was breaking her heart for the Princess.

She slowly moved to Taylor's side: "Taylor, let's talk."

Taylor put down the book in his hand: "Are you bored?"

"Eh?"

"Go out and turn left, Vincent is over there."

"..."

"Unreasonable! I don't care about you anymore!" Lan Weiwei strode along the corridor angrily. It's completely hot face with cold beep stocks. It's probably because Taylor's image is too warm recently, so Lan Weiwei has completely forgotten that he is a big tongue!

She stopped abruptly, thinking of Tyler's cold expression. Ah... I'm still very angry as expected! The girl rolled her eyes in the direction of the study bitterly: "Who cares if you are in a good mood, huh!"

After turning left in the study is the library in the palace, which is a huge library. Vertically from the ceiling, tall bookshelves are inlaid on the four walls, and all kinds of books are arranged neatly. Vincent stood on the ladder, using magic to command the book to float up and down.

Lan Weiwei forgot that she was angry for a while. Although she knew this was an unscientific world, she was still stunned when she saw scenes from the movie appear before her eyes.

"Vivi, it's just right." Vincent greeted her, "Help me put that book in the pile of books on the left."

Lan Weiwei reached out to reach for the book Vincent was talking about. As soon as her fingertips touched the spine of the book, the thick tome fell into her hands.

"Yeah!" She rubbed her sore palm. "What are you doing? Vincent."

Vincent looked at the books floating in the air intently: "Classifying these books." He obviously suffocated his stomach. "The guy Matthew is really, and the books that I have read are not classified. Ask me to help him organize."

Needless to say, this guy must have had Virgo attributes while reading books, and now he is stuck in the huge work of arranging books and can't get out of it.

"Why don't I call a few maids to help." Lan Weiwei suggested.

"No." Vincent solemnly refused. "This work was started by me and must be ended by me."

Lan Weiwei's dissuasion was ineffective and could only help Vincent with fate. She was very boring at first, and put the books floating in the air to the place designated by Vincent. When I get busy like this, it seems that I can't think of that nasty guy for a while.

No, as soon as his thoughts turned here, Tyler's cold face immediately appeared in his mind. Did I provoke you? Lan Weiwei was indignant. She suddenly wondered if Taylor was in a bad mood these days, could it not be aimed at herself?

Heaven’s mother, the boss’s mind is really hard to guess, I don’t know what he is thinking...

Classmate Weiwei, are you really trying to guess Taylor’s mind so hard because he is your boss...

Lan Weiwei became more irritable the more she thought about it, and couldn't help but blurt out and asked: "Vincent, do you know anyone who has angered Taylor recently?"

"Recently..." Vincent responded casually, his gaze fell on a shabby pamphlet in the corner of the bookshelf, "I don't know..."

"What? You didn't pay attention to what I was talking about." Lan Weiwei was dissatisfied, "Taylor doesn't know what's wrong, is this guy menopausal?"

"Uh, uh..." Vincent flipped through the dilapidated booklet, which was written in ancient elves. The format seemed to be a diary. "What on earth is this written? Which category should it fall into?" Wen Sente simply climbed down the ladder and sat in a chair to look intently.

"What book is this?" Lan Weiwei was curious.

"It's probably a diary, I'm not sure." Vincent frowned, and the ancient elves were divided into Qing Tanji and Xingliu scripts. The Qing Tanji scripts are more mastered now. But the writing language of this booklet should be older astral scripts. The Astronomy text he mastered was incomplete, and he could only identify the contents of the pamphlet with guesswork.

"March 5th...departure...Cayenne..." Vincent translated word by word.

Lan Weiwei didn't seem to know the words above, "Isn't it written in ancient Elvish language? You don't know Vincent?"

Vincent was a little discouraged, his language attainments were not deep: "Mostly don't know, Taylor should know."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know it..."

"No, I have to figure it out." Vincent's persistent character was inspired. This booklet was very thin. He turned to the last page, but the paper behind it was torn off. "It's actually still a scrap..." Youth I flipped through the thin pages of the book from beginning to end, but in a flash of gaps, I saw a few familiar letters.

"What is this?" He quickly turned to that page. This should be a complete diary with a date written in Astronomical characters at the head and a few scribbled mainland Chinese characters at the end of the diary. "This should be It's an autograph, Greer... Valen..." Vincent suddenly raised his voice, "This is Greer's diary!"

At dinner in the evening, Vincent took out the booklet, and the young man looked very excited: "I found a copy of Greer's diary in the library today!"

"Greer's diary?" Orville put down the knife and fork in his hand, "What did you write?"

"I don't know, it was written in Xingliu Ji script, I can only judge it is this diary."

Matthew craned his neck: "Where? Why don't I know that there is Greer's diary in the library?"

Vincent despised him: "My ancestor's handwriting, just put it in the corner. Not to mention that Greer has no manuscript handed down to the world, even if there is, you can't be so bad."

Matthew didn’t feel embarrassed at all: “I’ve never heard of Greer having such a diary, let me see it.” He took the pamphlet handed over by Vincent, and Greer is West A famous bard, brilliant. Although he has no manuscript handed down, the Wallen family still has some documents signed with Greer's name. Matthew looked at it carefully. "It is indeed Greer's handwriting. I don't know a word about it."

Vincent leaned in front of Matthew: "Matthew, how about let me translate this diary?" He tried his best to make a pleading expression on his facial paralyzed face, which looked weird.

Matthew shivered: "...you are free."

"It's just a diary, why are you so interested." Orville squinted at Vincent.

The two have always been at odds. Vincent snorted coldly, "I do." He carried the booklet in his arms with joy, "Tomorrow, no, I will start translating tonight. Matthew, give me your study use."

Matthew responded lazily. Vincent did what he said and plunged into the study after eating. He has been busy for two or three days with this busy schedule, and he looked listless with two huge dark circles under his eyes while eating.

Taylor frowned: "Vincent, what are you up to, how many days have you not slept?"

Vincent shook his hand: "I have translated the previous diary, and Greer wrote about their trip to Murphy."

"Really?" Taylor was surprised. "If that's the case, it's a big discovery."

Due to the lack of information, the historical fact that the saint took the team to Murphy Continent in the Battle of Huo Kite was basically blank. No matter which party it was, it did not leave a word as if an appointment had been made. Unexpectedly, there is still such a precious material hidden in the corner of the Tracy Castle.

"I must translate all the diary." Vincent was full of enthusiasm.

That night, the candlelight in the study was lit again into the night. Vincent worked at the desk, he carefully checked the information at hand, his eyes were dry and uncomfortable because of staying up all night.

"We... along... the mountain road..." He muttered the words in the diary.

The candle light flicked and went out abruptly.

"What's the matter?" Vincent scratched his hair irritably, he chanted a spell, and the staff placed on the table glowed with a faint silver light.

At this moment, the sound of breaking through the air came from behind him. Vincent dodged in a hurry, and a long knife flew past his ear. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a few groups of white light hit Vincent's face!

"Oops..." The young man only came and said these two words.

There was a deafening explosion, and his figure was quickly engulfed in the smoke.