Female Knight and Male Princess

"On March 12, I returned to Cayenne City. The atmosphere in the city was very serious. Since last year, most of the men have been recruited to the front line. There are few young people in the street, and the women are sitting on the sidewalk. , With a sad face and an overwhelming expression. When will such days end? From the age of eighteen, I am about to celebrate my 26th birthday. Year after year of war, this continent has become more and more desperate. , Even the sky almost turned black.

Margaret wrote to say that he had found a way to deal with the dark forces. What will it be? To be honest, I have no hope. There have been countless times, people have claimed that they have found a way to deal with these guys, but in the end they all proved to be nonsense.

What would Margaret do? Although regarded as a saint by the people, I have fought side by side with her for many years. It has long been known that the saint's ability to communicate with the gods is only the wishful thinking of the believers.

With this sad and irritable mood, I went to the temple. Starting a year ago, Margaret was no longer on the front lines. She stayed in the temple wholeheartedly, hoping to save West with Moore's favor.

Is this an escape? Is it really useful? I dare not say anything that is violent, but in fact I understand it in my heart, Greer. Warren no longer believed in the gods.

‘Grel, you are here. After seeing me, Marguerite looked very happy.

Only then did I realize that Jason and the others were here too. The five of us have been fighting together so far, and our mutual affection is extremely deep. The cities scattered on the front line now suddenly meet each other, and everyone is very happy. This is probably the only thing to be happy about recently, I think so.

‘Mary, what is the method you are talking about? Morrison was impatient and asked first.

There is an indescribable subtlety in Marguerite’s expression: ‘He is the only key to defeating the dark believers. Starting a year ago, after countless failures, I finally summoned him from another world. ’

'he? ’

Margaret smiled slightly: ‘Ron, come out. ’

That was the first time I met Ron. He was a handsome young man with short flax hair and dark and shiny eyes. He pursed his lips and smiled at us shyly: ‘Hi. ’

Ron? who is he? A visitor from another world? What does it have to do with defeating the dark forces?

At that time, my mind was full of these things, and I didn't pay attention to Ron at all, the man who affected the fate of all of us in the future. "

The quill was placed gently on the table, and Taylor closed his eyes in thought. After working day and night for more than half a month, this incomplete diary has been completely translated by him. From Glenelg to Cayenne City on March 5th, it has been recorded that the saint Margaret led the army to the Murphy Continent at that time.

The unknown history was opened to a small corner, Ron, the stranger who never left a name, revealed a vague figure in Greer's diary. But what followed turned out to be more suspicious.

In all the verifiable records of the empire, the six people who saved the world at that time were Saint Margaret, Mage Morrison, Assassin Jason, Bard Grayer, and Orville, the ancestor who also did not leave a name. And Ron, a visitor from another world. For three hundred years, these six people have been extolled by countless poems, and no one knows or does not know.

But there is another person in Greer's diary, Ferdinand. Wesides. He has a more well-known title, Ferdinand the Great, the emperor of the Ambrezi Empire.

Why did Ferdinand the Great appear here? According to historical records, Emperor Ferdinand was brave and good at war. Although he was not one of the six people who saved the world, his lofty prestige made him the man who founded the country after the war. It is not difficult to understand if Emperor Ferdinand went to Murphy Continent with the army. But by the way, apart from this diary, no book mentions it.

What made Taylor even more suspicious was the black-haired man mentioned in the diary. From the beginning to the end, Greer had not written his name. They didn't even call his name directly, but called the black-haired man "Mr.". Who is this man, is it the ancestor of Orville, the mysterious Mr. Hawke?

"Be careful of the one who fell from the sky." Morris' words echoed in Taylor's mind again. The traces of deliberate burying, the inexplicable characters, and the assassination against Vincent...

The battle of Huo Kite seemed far from being as simple as future generations imagined.

"Orville." Taylor found his guardian swordsman. "What is the name of that ancestor of the Hawk family, do you know?"

Orville smiled regretfully: "I'm sorry, your ancestor, there is no valuable record left on my ancestors, I don't know."

Taylor sighed: "This is really troublesome."

"What's the matter? Your Highness." Taylor told Orville about the doubts he found, and the young man frowned. "Your Highness, with all due respect, are you too sensitive? My guess is that the black-haired man is probably too sensitive. It's an ancestor. As for the assassination, isn't the diary good in your hands? There have been no assassinations since then."

Orville didn't know the exhortation left by Jason, Jason and Greer, these two parties invariably left information that was inconsistent with history for future generations, so Taylor didn't think too much about it.

"Perhaps I'm too tired." Taylor succumbed to it. "The diary is not complete. What is said now is just a guess." He thought for a while, "I asked Prince Scott, and he said that the library used to have After several major tidying, the diary was probably lost at that time. You write back and tell Daniel to send someone to look for it and try to find the rest of the diary."

Orville nodded: "Vincent's injury is almost healed, are we going to set off on another day?"

"You can arrange these." Taylor signaled that Orville could go out. He sat alone in the study for a while, and his heart became more upset, so he decided to see Vincent.

At this time, Vincent's room was very lively. Matthew sat on the edge of the bed to cut apples for Vincent, and Lan Weiwei and Arthur came back from training and stayed in the room to chat together.

Usually this time, Lan Weiwei is mostly with Taylor. Either she was dragged by the princess to read his translated diary, or she was forced to listen to some romantic love legends in Westland. Lan Weiwei is probably used to it. Every time she sits stupidly in the study and desperately defies her, she feels uncomfortable after not seeing Taylor's presence in a few days.

In other words, Taylor has not strolled in front of Lan Weiwei since a few days ago? The girl thought about it carefully, it seemed that it was the day Taylor had a nosebleed.

Isn't it just a nosebleed? What's the embarrassment, it's actually awkward. She was thinking of this when Tyler happened to push the door and walk in.

When she saw Lan Weiwei sitting under the window, the princess's body rose instantly. He resisted the urge to run away, and forced a smile: "Vincent, how is your body?"

Vincent was expressionless, but Chi Guoguo's sadness gleamed in those golden eyes: "Taylor, you haven't come to see me for three days..."

Matthew also helped: "Taylor, you are too interesting. Even if you are busy translating the diary, you should take some time to look at Vincent."

Do you think Taylor doesn't want to!

Thinking of what he had been doing in the past three days, Taylor immediately felt a sense of self-confidence.

On the first day after stealing Lan Weiwei, with two huge dark circles that hadn't slept all night, Princess Princess recalled the ecstasy touch of yesterday.

The day after stealing Lan Weiwei, Princess Princess had a big brain and began to imagine the sweet future with Lan Weiwei. From holding hands to hugging to kissing, then...No, the nosebleed seems to be flowing out again.

On the third day after stealing Lan Weiwei, Princess Princess repeatedly warned herself that she could no longer think about it anymore, she just touched the guy's mouth, except that she was soft and slippery, what's so great. But, but I really want to touch it again... So, Princess Princess spent a whole day thinking about how to implement his evil plan. Including drunk Lan Weiwei, sneak attack at night, repeat the same trick, or the overlord forcibly bow...

Tyler turned his head and saw Lan Weiwei's shiny eyes and delicate lips. The young man's face instantly blushed, and he said coldly and sternly: "What nonsense, I'm not here to see you."

"Hi..." Vincent took a breath and was scolded! He was scolded by Taylor! The temperature on the silver-haired young man's face dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye, it was almost like a rapidly decayed flower, with only a few pitiful stamens left.

Lan Weiwei couldn't bear it: "Taylor, this time you are wrong." She said, and walked towards Tyler.

Tyler's whole body was tightened, and the imagination of Lan Weiwei circling in his mind made his body stiff: "Don't come!" He shouted loudly, and ran out quickly, leaving behind a crowd of stunned people. .

The boy had never been so embarrassed before. He locked himself in the bedroom. As long as he didn't see Lan Weiwei, the fierce heartbeat would calm down.

I couldn't go on like this anymore, I was like an ignorant hairy boy, just being a little closer to her, I couldn't stop getting hot all over.

The princess, who has been very mature since childhood, may have forgotten that he, 22 years old this year, is not a hairy boy. Besides, so far, apart from Renee, the only women who have held hands are the female officials beside him.

For the first time, the pure Tyler felt eager to cry without tears. Moore is on the top, please solve my troubles.

It is conceivable that the gods will not help solve this problem. So Taylor came up with a brilliant idea in his wise brain.

When Lan Weiwei saw Taylor again the next day, Princess Princess wore a delicate long dress and greeted her with a gentle smile.

"Why are you wearing women's clothing again?" Although Taylor didn't say anything, Lan Weiwei knew that he actually hated wearing skirts in front of people.

Taylor smiled slightly: "I am a saint, am I not?" He then walked over curly.

Good job, Taylor. The young man cheered on himself silently, as long as he kept reading "I am a saint" to cool himself down when he saw Lan Weiwei again. Although this seems to have no effect, at least, that place is covered...