Female Knight and Male Princess

"Hey, man, have you heard? The Kingdom of Herron prohibits caravans and mercenaries from entering and leaving at will." In the dark tavern, the bald man and his companion discussed in a low voice.

He was at the same table with a sturdy middle-aged man, and he grumbled when he heard the words: "Didn't these guys from the north have said it, it's an order from Xuecheng."

"Caravans are not allowed to go in and out at will. I don't know how many guys have lost their rations. What is Xuecheng doing? Is it the King's meaning?"

"How do I know this?" The middle-aged man shrugged, "However, I have heard a rumor."

"What rumor?" The bald man couldn't help but leaned forward.

The middle-aged man started to sell it off at this meeting: "I can't say for sure."

"You sly fellow." The bald man filled the middle-aged man with another glass of wine. "How about the wine this time?"

"Haha, good." The middle-aged man held up the glass with satisfaction. The wine is not good, but for them, these mercenaries who spend their days living and sleeping outside, sit down and have a nice meal, which is already a great enjoyment. . He motioned to the bald man to come over, "I'm really not sure, this news was also told to me by Old John." He narrowed his eyes, "I heard that the reason why the school city prohibits caravans from entering and exiting is to arrest someone. "

"Catch people? Who will make this kingdom go to war?"

"It is said that he is a young man. Someone from the school city has seen the wanted warrant. The city patrol team searched from house to house, but the person was not caught."

"So, did he run out?"

"Of course, that's why your Majesty will spend a lot of time and martial law in the entire territory." The middle-aged man took a sip of the wine in his glass again, "If you want me to say, the thing that guy committed must only be related to the Kingdom of Herron, otherwise, why? Nothing happened in other principalities. Maybe it was the woman who robbed the regent."

The two laughed tacitly. The king of the Kingdom of Herron was only four years old, and the government was entirely governed by the king's uncle, the regent, Abel. Proust controlled. Abel has a good-looking sexuality, and there are rumors that half of the ladies in Xuecheng have an affair with him. Herron's order is said to be issued by the king, not all Abel meant.

They talked and talked about other things. For ordinary people, the rumblings of the Kingdom of Herron are nothing more than talks on the streets. This is the kingdom outside the Kingdom of Herron, and people should obey the orders of the emperor, not the regent of Abel.

Kirk couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. When the two talked about the Kingdom of Herron, he was about to grab the door almost immediately. His homeland has now become the place he is most afraid of hearing.

Teacher Anderson, no, now he doesn't call that teacher anymore. That person, after all, will not let him go. Holding a secret enough to alarm the entire continent, Kirk's goal has been completely lost.

It should be safe here, Anderson ten. have. Eight. Nine is a conspiracy with the regent. When he was in Xuecheng before, he knew that his teacher had a good personal relationship with the regent. Will they reach out to the kingdom? Kirk thought carefully, and felt that this was unlikely.

After all, this secret is harmful to the royal family. If the royal family is to know the actions of the regent, what awaits them must be the wrath of the empire. But because of this reason, can I take refuge in Cayenne City? Kirk didn't think so.

He is very clear about the principle of Niao Jian Gong Zang. If the manuscript is handed over to the royal family, the chance of himself going back is too small. How about anonymously handing it over? This is a good choice, but he lacks access to the royal family.

The only way, it seems, is to keep this secret and stay silent for a lifetime.

My life has been completely ruined. In the beginning, I shouldn't visit Anderson. No, I shouldn't translate this manuscript at all. Wouldn't it be better to let it rot in the pile of old paper? No one knows what's written on it, and no one has evil thoughts because of it.

Let's leave, Kirk drank the last drop of wine in his glass. Find a place away from the crowd, whether it is the Kingdom of Herron or the Kingdom, he can't stay.

"I should go now, the sun is not so hot anymore." The bald man stood up.

"Where is your team going?" the middle-aged man asked. They were just strangers who had met during the journey. After leaving this tavern, they had to go their separate ways.

"Constantin, there is a shipment of goods going there."

"Oh, that's a good place." The middle-aged man smiled, "There are many mountains, the scenery is good."

"Don't mention it, since they couldn't enter the mountains and fell logs, there have been fewer and fewer people there. Outsiders are unwilling to go, and locals are unwilling to stay." The bald man sighed, "Okay, man, not much to say. goodbye."

"Constantine..." Kirk murmured the name, "Hi, wait." He stood up and stopped the bald man who was about to go out, "I'm going to Constantine to visit relatives, can you pick me up? Man? ."

The big white bird fluttered in from the window, turned into a paper crane, and landed in Orville's palm: "Your Highness, this is the news from the temple." The young man unfolded the paper crane and quickly scanned the content on it.

"Is it Daniel?" Taylor put down his book.

"Yes." Orville frowned. "It's the thing you ordered last time, the manuscript of Glenelg's lost diary."

Taylor's expression could not help being serious: "Is there any news?"

Orville shook his head regretfully: "No, Daniel sent someone to look for all antique markets in Wangyu, and there is no news."

Taylor pondered: "Send people to other kingdoms to find them, but they must be concealed. This matter must not be revealed."

"I understand." Orville replied respectfully, "I'm going to notify Daniel."

The young man walked out of the room neatly, and Taylor was not interested in reading anymore. Greer's diary has always been like a big rock in his heart. After leaving the Principality of Transy, they did not encounter the assassination of the diary again. It seems that the sneak attack that almost killed Vincent was just something everyone had imagined. The diary lay well in the suitcase that Taylor carried. The misty text on it was like a dark animal mouth, which made people curious and frightened.

Taylor had a hunch that he should not be able to find other manuscripts. Maybe Greer had deliberately let the diary go away, maybe he had thought about everything too much. He kept speculating that only when Lan Weiwei's figure flashed in his mind would he make himself a little more happy.

I can't live without her, the boy thought sweetly and troubledly.

He deceived Orville, and the idea of ​​leaving Cayenne City after the matter was over came after he realized that he liked Lan Weiwei. As the young man said, what can his identity bring to Lan Weiwei?

The princess and the saint, no matter how great they sound, they can't give Lan Weiwei an upright result. As long as he was still wearing that layer of shackles, and the feelings between Lan Weiwei, it was just a joke that ended without a disease.

Only to leave, when this idea came up. His first feeling was not panic or surprise, but uncontrollable excitement.

No one wants to be restrained, as timid as I am, and want to be free.

My mission is almost complete. My father and mother are gone, so the empire will naturally have suitable people to inherit. And the saint, the true saint herself, is only to destroy the altar of the abyss.

Taylor has always known soberly that what kind of supernatural power and the supreme existence of the world are all fake. Generations of saints have been given such names, but Wecedes and Leon know that they are all fake.

After the death of the first saint Margaret, the stone oracle never appeared again. No matter how similar the newly-born girl of the Leon family is to the saint, they can't let the gods have the slightest favor.

How ridiculous, in order to increase the chances of the saint’s coming to the world, the Patriarch Leon even stipulated that the heir must marry a blonde and blue-eyed woman, just because Marguerite looked like this. There are so many blonde and blue-eyed women in Westland, and what does that have to do with Margaret.

What people don't know is that the son of Ferdinand the Great was not born to Marguerite at all. Margaret died just one year after marrying the Great. And the one who became the head of the Leon family was just a distant cousin of Margaret. There is no one close to her in this world, and the people on the mainland are living among the lies woven by the royal family. From three hundred years ago, until now.

So, when Taylor and her sister were born, so many people would be ecstatic. My uncle was even desperate. The favored West was actually abandoned by God Moore three hundred years ago.

But he did not expect that his sister actually gave birth to a true saint.

Those two little, identical lives.

No one paid attention to the little prince born later. They surrounded the sleeping little princess and focused all their eyes on the baby girl.

Tell Tyler that he is not jealous at all. He was too young to know what it was like to be jealous. By the time he knew this, everything had changed.

Little Taylor didn't understand why he had to wear a skirt. He is obviously a boy, why should everyone call it a princess. His father didn't allow him to ask these questions. The emperor was only twenty-five years old at that time, but he was like a man who was in his first year. He even breathed sadly.

And mother, yes, the person Taylor didn't want to mention last. They met only a handful of times, and only her hysterical curses and scolding were in the memory of her childhood. When I was sensible, I could only face her with a hypocritical mask.

"You killed her, Tyler."

The boy would never forget the look in a woman's eyes, she seemed sober at that time. The young lady was sitting on the chair, and she stared at her son coldly, as if she was looking at a hateful enemy.

No, it's not me, Taylor wanted to answer that way. She just died suddenly, and I did nothing.

"You deprived her of her life." The woman said every word.

"It's you **** it, not my Tyler."

"Enough! Mary!" Uncle rushed in. He took away the dumbfounded Taylor and stroked the boy's little head over and over. The unsmiling man actually cried, "It's my fault. I shouldn't let her be so fanatical about the saint. I killed Mary and you too."

"Uncle." Taylor wiped the tears from the man's face. "Father said I shouldn't approach her. Now, my father has passed away, so am I only you?"

"Taylor..." The man trembling his hands, "Good boy, yes, you still have me."

Heh... Tyler sneered in his heart. No, you are wrong, there is no one else. I only have myself.

"Taylor." The girl opened the door. She carried a small basket, "I tried a new cookie. Would you like to eat it?"

Taylor woke up from the memory, he gave Lan Weiwei a soft smile: "You feed me."

The wrong person is me, because I have the only person I can rely on. is it you? Weiwei.

The author has something to say: I must have heard that everyone has been hitting hard, so I changed some of the previous vocabulary of crabs, tired or not, I feel that I can no longer write happily ╮(╯＿╰)╭