Female Knight and Male Princess

The weather soon started to get hot, and the early summer breeze brought coolness in the early morning. When it was midday, it started to get a little boring. After Vincent recovered from his injury, Lan Weiwei and his party set off. They had been delayed for several months in the Principality of Transyl, so they travelled fast and reached Jalai within a few days.

As a famous commercial city on the southern plains, Yalai City is prosperous and splendid. Unlike Lien City, which has its own enthusiasm, Jalai City is more like a shrewd businessman, shining with diligence and wisdom. A huge chamber of commerce is held here every year, and merchants from the entire mainland rushed to Yalai City from the south and the north. The lively market, abundant commodities, and novel performances. With the expansion of the chamber of commerce year after year, this rally has become the most prestigious carnival in Yalai City.

It was May at this time, and the one-month chamber of commerce was held to the middle, just when it was the busiest time. The group of them could have bypassed the city of Jalai and headed directly towards Lihai Fort.

According to Taylor's thoughts, of course the teenager was not willing to go to Yalai City deliberately. At the beginning, the little white face said that he went to Yalai City to participate in the Chamber of Commerce. So Matthew and Arthur looked at Taylor with tears in their eyes for several days, and the stone-hearted princess did not intend to sacrifice for a friend.

The turning point of the matter happened at noon that day, and Lan Weiwei, who had always been indifferent to Yalai City, chatted with Arthur. The girl sighed, "Actually, I really want to see the Chamber of Commerce in Yalai City, but it will cause Taylor trouble."

go! Go now!

Taylor immediately announced to Orville: "Let's go to Jalai City."

Orville was puzzled: "His Royal Highness, didn't you tell me that you must bypass the city of Jalai?"

Taylor has no shame: "Matthew is too annoying, let's go to Jalai City."

Isn't it just a little boy? The princess secretly cheered herself up, it's nothing, Tyler, your face is whiter than him.

That, Your Highness, the point is not here...

The carriage was going to the avenue outside the city of Yalai, and the tall city walls could already be faintly seen. Lan Weiwei and Arthur poked out their heads excitedly and pointed at the fuzzy outline. In order to avoid the embarrassment of being alone with Lan Weiwei, Taylor deliberately called Arthur into this carriage. Because of this, Lan Weiwei was busy telling stories to the little boy along the way, and didn't give Taylor a straight eye during the whole process.

Taylor tried several times to join their topic, but they were ignored by them. Whether he winked or coughed deliberately, he couldn't disturb the enthusiastic Lan Weiwei and Arthur.

The young man sat on the side angrily, and could only comfort herself, at least the object of Lan Weiwei's full devotion was not the little white face. It is a pity that the tacit understanding between Princess Princess and God is about zero.

As soon as the carriage drove into the city, Lan Weiwei spotted the familiar figure in the crowd with sharp eyes: "Char!" She waved in the direction of the blond boy excitedly, "Char!"

Charles also spotted Lan Weiwei. He pushed aside the crowd and led Lance toward the carriage. Several people gathered together quickly, and Charles greeted everyone happily, and everyone treated him well.

Except for Taylor, who had a stinking face, facing Charles's friendly greeting, he barely managed to squeeze a smile: "Long time no see."

What kind of probability was it that they met Shire when they first entered the city? Should I be glad I didn't wear women's clothing? The Princess thought angrily.

Yalai City occupies a huge area and is densely populated. Most of the merchants who come to join the Chamber of Commerce are concentrated in the west of the city. For this reason, Taylor specifically instructed Orville not to approach the west of the city and leave after staying in the city for a day or two. I won’t run into that little white face like this...

Seeing the men and women quickly getting together next to him, Taylor had a rough idea for the first time in his life.

"Master." Orville noticed Tyler's dark complexion. He thought about it and suggested, "There are people coming and going. We might as well find a place to stay first, and then tell Mr. Suttercliffe goodbye. "

Good job! Orville

Taylor nodded solemnly: "It's true."

Go back to your carriage obediently, little white face!

"Ah, blame me, blame me." Lan Weiwei scratched her head embarrassedly, "Charles, let's go to the carriage and continue talking."

Then Tyler watched Shire get into his carriage. Saint Taylor. Wecedes, the tacit understanding with Moore has fallen to a negative value...

"Taylor, don't you mind." Charles smiled apologetically.

"No, mind, mind." The princess smiled her most perfect smile, "I don't mind at all."

Arthur sat beside Tyler, not knowing why, feeling a chill passing behind him.

At this time, the city was crowded with merchants from various places. In addition, there were many tourists, adventurers, and singing and dancing troupes. The whole city of Yalai was like a pot of boiling water, noisy everywhere. Because the city temporarily changed its route, Orville did not have time to book a hotel. As he expected, almost all the hotels were full.

The young man was depressed: "Master, please forgive me for incompetence..."

"Don't worry everyone, I happen to have a vacant room there." Charles's lips were slightly bent, and he hadn't seen him for a few months. He seemed to be whiter, and his blue eyes became deeper and deeper, from the sky to the deep sea.

"Great!" Matthew and Arthur slapped their hands.

Several other people happily gathered around Shire towards the hotel where he was staying. Although Taylor was reluctant, he couldn't say much in the face of this predicament.

According to Charles, the mercenaries who escorted the Satcliffe family caravan originally planned to stay in Jalai for a while. But they received a big order a few days ago, so they packed and left, leaving a few vacant rooms.

The hotel where Shire lives is comfortable, with four vacant rooms lined up. Two of the double rooms are on the other side of the corridor, and the two single rooms are next to Shire’s room.

"Vivi..."

Before Charles could say anything, Taylor pointed to the room next to Charles and said, "I'll live in this room."

"Okay, then I will live next to you." Lan Weiwei happily took the luggage to another room, "Then I will pack up first, and I will come out for dinner later."

"Huh." Taylor sneered triumphantly, turned around and smiled lightly at Charles, "I'll go back to the room first, and see you later for dinner."

Fight with me, you are still a bit tender.

Charles shook his head helplessly. He had already realized Taylor's hostility. But sorry, Tyler, I will not give up.

The mountain road was rugged, and the man ran forward desperately. The wind lantern in his hand swayed with his footsteps, and a small piece of light shone like fireflies, wagging in the boundless darkness.

He was drenched all over, and the cold sweat was like dripping rain, dampening all the clothes on his back. The thin cloth clings to the body, and the night wind blows through, and there is a burst of cold from the heart.

No, it was not the night wind that made him cold, but the person he trusted so much.

Back in the night half a month ago, he translated all the manuscripts. With great shock and fear, he drank midnight sullen wine in the tavern. No matter what, he couldn't get rid of the frustration in his heart. He knew himself too much. Originally, he bought this stack of manuscripts in the flea market out of curiosity, but he didn't expect...

what do I do?

Suspicion, confusion, depression, painful emotions grabbed his throat, and the spicy wine flowed into his stomach, bringing only more unspeakable pain. I need to find someone to tell, he stood up thinking this way.

"Kirk, are you going back?" the innkeeper asked.

Kirk scratched the messy black hair, and replied vaguely, "Yeah."

He did not go back, but went to his teacher. The most famous bachelor in the city, Anderson. Rodney, a respected wise man, Kirk admires his beloved teacher.

"Child, it's so late, what can you do with me?" Anderson asked kindly.

Kirk whispered, "I don't know if I should say... Sorry, teacher."

"It's okay, kid, you can think about it carefully." Anderson poured Kirk a cup of warm tea, "No matter whether you want to tell me or not, I will be here with you."

Kirk was very moved, and the translation work over the past few days left him exhausted physically and mentally. At this time, Anderson's words of concern are like a campfire in the winter, making him full of heat.

He hesitated, should he tell Anderson? This appalling incident caused Kirk to doubt his beliefs for a while, and he urgently needed to find someone to talk to.

"Yes... it's about the saint..."

"Saint?" Anderson squinted, "What about the Saint?"

Kirk's eyes began to be blank. He seemed to recall the content of the manuscript: "The saint... is not what we know, saving the mainland and protecting the country. Because of the existence of the saint, West is free from all disasters and disasters. Disputes..."

Everyone in Westland knows that the saint is the spokesperson of the **** Moore in the world. It is precisely because the saint has been passed down from generation to generation that Westland has not had a war for three hundred years. Under the guardianship of the saint, the mainland is prospering, and even large-scale natural disasters have never occurred, and the weather is smooth every year. Therefore, the Leon family, who gave birth to the saint, has the highest status in the empire. They do not hold secular power, but no one dares to despise the person with this surname.

Kirk thought so before seeing the manuscript. But everything has changed. What he believed, what he was sure of, turned out to be false.

Kirk suddenly thought, what would happen if the truth were known? This continent will cause an uproar. He is unwilling and cannot destroy this stable situation.

"I can't change anything, for the selfishness of everyone." The owner of the manuscript, Greer wrote in the last diary, "Let the truth rot. I repent, but I do not regret it."

Kirk stood up abruptly: "No, teacher." He said nervously, "I have nothing to say to you. Please forget the words just now."

Forget those, Kirk, he said to himself.

For the next few days, the youth had been drinking in the tavern in the city. Late that night, he returned home drunk. He didn't expect Anderson to wait at the door: "Child." The old man asked kindly and suspiciously, "You said last time that the saint is not what we know. What do you mean?"

Kirk's brain was in chaos, and he staggered: "It's...that I know...hiccup...the truth about the saint..."

"The truth? Where did you know it?" Anderson's voice seemed to be hypnotized.

"Manuscript... I have a previous manuscript..."

"Hi, Kirk, man, why are you standing here?" A few wandering drunks interrupted Kirk, and they swayed Kirk, "Go for another drink, let's go, man."

Kirk was dragged away by them, and when he woke up after a hangover, his memory of the previous night had been blurred. He touched the inner pocket of his clothes, and the manuscript was lying in it.

"It's time to go home..." The young man struggled to get up, and walked to his own little house in the city. It was at the door again, and Kirk was stopped.

He was stopped by the fat aunt next door, and the woman whispered to Kirk mysteriously: "Kirk, dear, I found someone sneaking in your house last night."

Teacher Anderson? Kirk's first thought was that it was a misunderstanding. He casually thanked the fat aunt, unscrewed the lock on the door, and everything in the room was as usual. Kirk looked around for a week and his eyes fell on his desk.

Passive there, all the information seems to be in the original position, but only Kirk can see it, pass the passive. He has a habit of putting a small petal on the top book. Now, that petal is pressed under the book.

He woke up instantly, who would it be? ! Teacher Anderson?

The memory gradually emerged, and the old man smiled and asked: "The truth? Where did you know it?" At that moment, his eyes were like a greedy wolf.

No, you are too sensitive, Kirk.

He stroked his beating fast heart, desperately to comfort himself. But because of a ghost, Kirk hid the manuscript in a very secret place.

That night, Anderson visited Kirk's home again: "Child, can you show me your manuscript?"

Ke Keqiang calmed himself down: "The manuscript? I burned it."

"Burned?" Anderson's expression became stubborn in an instant, but soon he recovered his kind expression, "Don't be kidding, boy. I know you, you love those paperwork, and you will definitely not burn your heart."

"Why do you want to read that manuscript?"

Anderson didn't want to hide anymore, he showed a contemptuous look: "I am different from you, I have a bigger ideal. That manuscript can help me. Okay, stop talking nonsense, give me your hand."

Just then, the door was knocked. The rough male voice rang: "Hey, Kirk, come out, let's have a drink."

"I'll be here!" Kirk replied, "Please go back, Mrs. Anderson, I will deliver the manuscript to you tomorrow."

"Heh..." Anderson smiled contemptuously, "You can't run away, don't forget, kid, this is Xuecheng."

Immediately, he opened the door and walked out.

"Do you have a guest." The middle-aged man who described the wretched smile said.

"It's okay, let's go have a drink." Kirk walked to the man's side, until he could no longer see Anderson, and then said in a low voice, "Send me out of town."

"No problem." The man rubbed his fingers. "As long as there is this."

"All my money will be given to you, as long as you send me out of the city."

The young man was very grateful for his indeterminate premonition. He arranged an appointment with the man ahead of time. As long as he found that Anderson had entered the house, he would let the man knock on the door deliberately. Anderson will not tear his face in front of others, he needs to maintain his image as the chief bachelor of the city. And this man, no one knows what he did before, but all the gangsters in the city know that as long as he gives money, there is nothing he can't do.

"After sending you out of the city, you have to rely on yourself next." The man squinted at the fragile black-haired youth.

"I know." Kirk clenched his fists, the road ahead was dark, but I didn't regret it.