Female Knight and Male Princess

"I thought I was dead..." Vincent was lying on the bed, his whole body covered with a thick bandage, because he was seriously injured, even speaking very hard.

Taylor paled with anger: "What the **** is going on? You..." He was about to scold Vincent, but when he saw the youth's weakness, he felt very unbearable.

Vincent was very lucky. The explosion would have killed him, but the magic weapon Vincent carried with him that day saved him. That is a magic weapon invented by Vincent himself, which has the effect of automatically expanding the enchantment when a magic attack strikes. Although it was a one-off, Vincent didn't have time to chant magic at that moment, and relied on this artifact to get his life back.

Mentioned his invention, Vincent was very proud: "I advised each of you to bring one with you. Now it seems that I have the foresight."

Taylor glared at him fiercely: "Did you see anyone who attacked you?"

"No." Vincent recalled the situation last night, "When I found out, I saw a few white lights. What is certain is that the one who attacked me was a mage."

"Who is going to kill Brother Vincent?" Arthur looked at the adults blankly.

"It should be from Garcia." Orville murmured, "Now they are the only ones who are doing everything possible to get rid of us."

"So, the palace is not safe anymore?" Arthur looked at Matthew.

Matthew hammered the wall angrily: "That group of lawless guys ran into the castle of my Valen family!"

"Um, guys, I have different opinions..." Lan Weiwei raised her hand weakly, she couldn't help but laugh a few times when she saw that everyone was looking at her.

For the first time, Taylor showed a gentle smile at Lan Weiwei: "What's your opinion?"

"I think, if it is really the person sent by Garcia, since they can get into the palace, why don't they just assassinate me? You know, I'm the saint in their eyes."

"It makes sense..." Matthew thought, "Moreover, Vivi is one of us but weak. If it was from Earl Lowe last night, it would be easy to kill Vivi."

Seeing someone affirmed her opinion, Lan Weiwei gained a little more confidence: "Actually, I have another idea."

"What?" Arthur looked at her curiously.

"I'm wondering, could it be because of the diary? It has been calm before, and the biggest change in this period of time is probably because Vincent found Greer's diary."

This is the experience that Lan Weiwei has summed up from various novels and televisions. The protagonist is often killed by obtaining a secret-filled information. This is too consistent with Vincent's experience.

Everyone fell silent for a while, and no one considered this aspect. Vincent hesitated and said: "No...no..."

"Vinson, give me that diary." Taylor said.

"His Royal Highness!" Orville disapproved. If Vincent was really assassinated because of Greer's diary, what Taylor's move meant is self-evident.

"Give it to me." Taylor said hard and cold.

"No, I need to translate." Vincent's momentum suddenly weakened when he faced Taylor.

Taylor gave him a cold look: "I can translate." His eyes were sharp, and he involuntarily pulled out the shabby diary from under Vincent's pillow.

Such a Taylor, I don't know why, Lan Weiwei doesn't feel annoying. The heart seemed to be aching slightly, just like seeing a hedgehog curled up into a ball, he left the spikes to others, and his soft heart never confessed.

After instructing Vincent to recover from his injuries, everyone dispersed. Tyler returned to the room with his diary and met Orville who was waiting in the hallway.

"I know what you are going to say." Tyler said blankly. "Leave the diary with me. If you don't worry, you can keep it outside."

Orville sighed, and finally had no choice but to leave.

Taylor opened the thin diary, which was the first part of the entire diary. Vincent translated the first one, and there are about a dozen remaining. Taylor has studied ancient elves characters for many years, and even the characters of the Astral Period can be considered comprehensive. Relying on the connection between sentences, he quickly translated most of the content of the second diary.

The time of the diary was three hundred years ago in March. Greer was called back to Cayenne City from the front line. The saint Margaret at the time told him: "We have found a way to defeat the dark forces."

Boom boom boom, a crisp knock on the door sounded. Taylor put down the diary in his hand, got up and opened the door.

Behind the door, it was Lan Weiwei holding a tea cup, and the girl put up a flattering smile: "Taylor, do you have tea?"

Tyler was silent, Lan Weiwei tried her best to maintain the smile on her face, complaining about herself in a frantic heart.

Lan Weiwei, you idiot, who swears to ignore this guy last time! But after playing in bed for half an hour, I still couldn't ignore the unhappy aura of Princess Princess! People obviously show unwelcome appearance, then leave, put down things and walk away gracefully! But what should I do if my feet are nailed to the ground! It's not my fault!

She simply didn't stop doing it, and squeezed Tyler away and walked in.

"What are you doing?" Taylor frowned.

"Drink tea." Lan Weiwei showed an expression of "You knowingly ask", she simply sat on the chair neatly, anyway, she had already given up. As long as Taylor doesn't bomb her, the girl intends to sit here like this.

"Put down the teapot and you can go out."

"I'll take the teapot out after you finish drinking." Lan Weiwei is serious. God knows why she deliberately picked the biggest teapot. It turned out to be used here. Lan Weiwei is proud of her wit.

Taylor squinted at the girl, and saw that Lan Weiwei didn't seem to be leaving anymore. He ignored Lan Weiwei and went straight to the translation work.

The room was quiet for a while.

"That, Tyler." Lan Weiwei leaned over to Tyler, "Why don't you leave the diary to me for safekeeping." Seeing Tyler turned around, she quickly explained, "I will sit here when you want to translate. Then I usually hold it."

Regarding this point, Lan Weiwei thought about it for a long time. If the attack was really caused by a diary, then whoever holds the diary is equivalent to holding a time bomb. She also didn't know why she took the initiative to take the threat on herself. From the moment Tyler asked Vincent for the diary, Lan Weiwei made up her mind.

I want to protect my allegiance to the monarch, so the girl can make me feel at ease. Moreover, I am immune to magical attacks, and those mages can't hurt me. Thinking of this, Lan Weiwei was immediately full of confidence.

Taylor seemed to have an instant insight into her thoughts: "They can use a knife." Lan Weiwei was stunned, "With a sword, even if you send one to strangle you, you have no resistance."

"Not really." Lan Weiwei retorted, "My skills have improved a lot. Even during this period of time, I have been training on time every day." Of course, she would never say that her main purpose is to Lose the belly after eating.

Taylor sneered: "And then, roll under the bed and shout for help?"

Lan Weiwei jumped with anger: "You are too much, I won't yell for help!" She grabbed Taylor by the sleeve, "Anyway, you give me the diary, give it to me!"

Tyler snorts coldly, don't go too far to ignore Lan Weiwei.

Lan Weiwei saw him as if he didn't get any oil and salt, and she scratched her hair anxiously: "You...you can't give it to me, anyway, you can't put it in your own hands!"

"Then who should I give to?"

"Here..." Lan Weiwei was just about to say to Orville, but then she thought that if it was given to Orville, wouldn't it be equivalent to putting Orville in danger? To Matthew? For Arthur? No, it was for this reason that Taylor put the diary in his own hands.

"I am a saint, Weiwei." Taylor stood up, and at that moment, he became the perfect saint again. He held his head high, his expression indifferent and proud, "I am your monarch."

Therefore, I cannot rely on anyone. Because I am the support of other people.

At the moment when he learned that Vincent was seriously injured, Taylor's anger was beyond words. In addition to worrying about my friends, more is the anger at my incompetence.

"God loves the world, and the saint is God's spokesperson in the world. She forgives sins for God, and her love is no matter how high or low. No matter when and where, it will always be given to every person who believes in the gods equally."

The teachings of the great priest are still vivid, but it is not like this. I am not taking the danger because of some messy doctrine.

When Tyler couldn't choose, he was pushed to the high platform. When he came back to his senses, there was no turning back. In that case, accept it. Responsibility and mission are like a huge yoke that binds him.

Hate it? What kind of saint, I don't want to do it at all.

Are you lonely? The temple is so big, every step left leaves a resounding echo.

He stood there proudly, like that cold idol. Maybe one day, I will be like it, smiling and turning into a stone statue.

After Matthew left home, he once went to the temple to find Taylor. "Do you want to live like this for the rest of your life?" The gray-haired young man frowned. "It's not your fault at all. You don't need atonement!"

I am not making atonement, Matthew.

Maybe when I was young, I thought it was myself that was wrong. But now, I have understood that it is not me who did the wrong thing. It's a pity that it's too late, being forced and pushed, to the point where I am now, I can't look back anymore.

I'm a coward, I dare not face even a disappointed look, I can't even let others down.

"Mom, I'm Taylor." He was standing in front of the woman in a gorgeous long dress.

The woman's lips trembled: "Taylor, you are my daughter...Taylor..."

"Yes, mother." He smiled, holding the woman's hand extended, "I am your daughter."

At that moment, even if the tears filled his eyes, it absolutely, absolutely could not fall.

Look, I am such a coward. Don't want to be disgusted by her mother, she puts on a skirt and plays her dreaming daughter. Don't want to disappoint the priests of the temple, study hard to learn the scriptures and magic, and become the best and most competent saint. Even because he didn't want to betray the trust of his friends, he desperately carried all the responsibilities on him.

Everything, whether I want it or not, I will do it.

It's not how strong I am, nor how great I am.

Tyler looked at the girl in front of him, he thought, he likes her.

In fact, he has long been aware that he is such a smart person, but he has never been willing to face it. Is it because of pride? No, those are just appearances. He just didn't dare.

The little squirrel is standing on the branch, and as long as it is enough, it can be caught. But she might slip away, or she might be struggling in her palms. As long as she thinks that she will look at herself in disgust, all the courage she has accumulated will disappear.

That's it, Taylor thought, I just have to look at her.

He smiled faintly: "I am your monarch."

"No, it's not like this..." Lan Weiwei said incoherently, "Even so, you don't need to be alone..." The girl didn't know how to express her thoughts. She was originally a clumsy person, so she was very anxious. Head sweating profusely. She faintly felt that if she didn't say a word, something would disappear.

Taylor didn't speak, he was smiling, his smile looked illusory and misty.

The girl slammed Taylor's hand, her eyes were bright, like two obsidians: "Big, the big deal is for you to rely on my shoulder." Seeing Taylor did not respond, she tried to stretch her arm out, "Don't underestimate me, so do I." muscular."

This is really a joke. Lan Weiwei's figure is extremely thin. She tried her best to make her shoulders look wider, which made her look very funny.

"Hey." Tyler turned his head away, concealing the tears welling up without a trace, "Can you stop being ashamed."

"I don't have any! I support you wholeheartedly!" Lan Weiwei pouted, not noticing the boy's muffled voice.

"Shoulder, really lean on me?"

"Of course!" The girl nodded vigorously.

"Don't regret it?"

Lan Weiwei raised her head triumphantly: "It's not that I'm bragging. Although Lan Weiwei is a bit of a waste, I never say anything. If I agree, I won't regret it." She leaned over Taylor's cheek, "Why? How is it? Trust me."

Taylor glanced at her deeply: "...I don't care about your shoulder."

Ignoring the girl's frantic yelling, he turned around with a smile on his lips.

I regret it, the little squirrel is mine, and no one is allowed to take it away.