Female Knight and Male Princess

After the early autumn, the weather quickly turned cooler. The same as the bleak atmosphere is the current situation in Westland. Rumors have been circulating throughout the continent for a long time, no matter how the temple refutes them, there is still no way to stop people from all kinds of speculations about the saint.

"Since the temple promises to make a promise, let the saint come forward. Our princess, from birth to now, several people have seen her." The young man who was speaking was a mercenary-like young man. He was obviously not a devout believer. Therefore, speaking of the rebellious remarks, it is an understatement.

"Don't talk nonsense, Johns, you are blasphemy!" George, the short-haired young man at the table with him, did not. After reciting the prayer silently to ask Moore to forgive his friend's rude words and deeds, he solemnly ordered, "Now The turmoil is only temporary. If Master Saint is as rumored, how did West’s previous stability come from?"

Johns snorted: "Since you trust the temple so much, why don't you stay in the city of Cayenne and go back to the poor country of Constantine with me."

George was speechless for a while, and it took him a long time to answer: "I am not, I am afraid of war..."

Yes, although the royal family did not expressly express it, many people with a keen sense of smell have already discovered the unusual army movement in the royal domain. At the same time, the Kingdom of Herron in the north closed all the passes and assumed a posture of rejecting the enemy. Wecedes and Proust, the two families that fought side by side three hundred years ago, are finally about to break completely.

In order to avoid being dragged onto the battlefield, countless mercenaries who traveled in the kingdom returned to their hometown one after another, and Johns and George were among them.

"How long have we not been back? It's been four or five years, Constantine is still the same." Johns sighed.

"It's not the same, young people, you just came back, Constantine is not the same Constantine in the past." The tavern owner couldn't help but interject. Seeing the two young people showing interest, he simply took the pot. Wine, chatting with them about Constantine's changes.

Even in the land hidden deep in the mountains, a few years have passed, and many things have changed.

"Especially recently, it's one thing for you guys who are outside to come back, and there are many who left here."

"Is anyone leaving?" George asked suspiciously.

"It's the young master of the Suttercliffe family." The tavern owner is obviously happy to share these gossips with others. "This is last month, I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but all the guys who work for the Sutter Manor They were all fired. It is said that Master Charles is leaving here and moving to the south."

"Now is not a good time to move." Johns tweeted.

"And the Thorn family in Uta Mountain..."

"What? They want to leave too?" As the descendants of Jason the assassin in the Battle of the Fire Kite, the Thorne family living in seclusion on the Uta Mountains has always been the pride of the Constantines.

"I didn't say that they were leaving." The tavernkeeper whispered mysteriously, "but they closed the mountain. Just a few days ago, no one was allowed to enter or leave the place where the Thorne family lived."

"Sure enough, something big is going to happen..." Johns murmured.

"Boss. A hoarse voice interrupted the three, and the pale man walked in, "Give me two pots of wine. "

"Yo, Mr. Kirk, you are here." The boss greeted him quickly. "Wait a minute, I'll get you wine."

"Man, I haven't seen you before. Are you an outsider?" Johns stood up.

"Well, that's right." This man is Kirk who lives in seclusion in Constantine. He has built a hut in the forest. He usually doesn't contact people, but because he often comes to this tavern to buy wine, he is still considered to be with the boss. Cooked.

"Your name is Kirk? No, why do I think you are a bit familiar..."

Kirk's heart is tight, is it someone who has seen a wanted order? His face remained calm: "Perhaps, I was in Jalai City before, have you been there?"

"That's not true. Could it be that I remembered it wrong? But you are really familiar."

The young man looked at Kirk's face carefully. Although he looked confused, Kirk still wanted to flee. Seeing that Johns' eyebrows frowned and tightened, Kirk almost turned around and rushed out.

"Well, sir, your wine."

The tavernkeeper rescued Kirk. He resisted the urge to take a deep breath and squeezed a smile: "Thank you." He tried to keep himself calm, but the pace of leaving still revealed a messy and hasty mood.

Soon, Kirk left the tavern behind. He couldn't go out anymore. He clutched the edge of his hood tightly. There were more and more people returning home, and it was hard to guarantee that there would never be a wanted warrant. Once someone came out, all his previous efforts were in vain.

Anderson didn't get the secret he had, but he still set off a storm on the mainland. In today's situation, Kirk's secrets are not so important anymore. But he still chose to stay in a place isolated from the world. Other ups and downs were something this young man was reluctant and unable to face.

"Sir, please stay." A voice called him.

An unknown foreboding arose spontaneously. Although he was extremely reluctant, Kirk couldn't help but stopped and slowly turned around. The one who stopped him was a handsome middle-aged man with flaxen hair and gray eyes. He wore an ordinary white robe and looked gentle and holy.

"Kirk. Leslie, is that you? Sir."

"Yes." Kirk realized that his consciousness was out of his control. What frightened him even more was that the feeling seemed familiar.

"I'm Daniel, hello, can I go to your house?"

"Daniel, hello, please come with me."

In the eyes of people passing by, it was just two men from a foreign land who happened to meet, and one of them invited each other to sit at home for a while. This is one of countless ordinary fragments of Constantine's daily life. In this way, Kirk led Daniel back to his hut in the woods step by step.

"Thank you." Daniel closed the wooden door. "Can you give me the copy of the manuscript you got?"

"Okay." Kirk tried his best to regain control of his body, but this was in vain. He could only stiff his hands and dig out the manuscript that brought him countless fears from the box.

Kirk felt a sense of relief when he passed the old stack of paper to Daniel's hand. This was over, he thought blankly, no longer need to be afraid. The shocking old news has nothing to do with me.

"This is what I'm looking for." Daniel smiled and flipped through the manuscript in his hand. "Isn't it all? It seems that the diary that Greer left was divided into three parts."

"Three, three parts...?" Kirk thought hard.

"Yes, this is the last part of the diary. I don't know who is in the middle of the diary. But it doesn't matter, this is the most important part." Daniel looked at Kirk with a gentle look in his eyes. "Should I say whether you are lucky or unlucky? To get such a thing is equivalent to getting trouble."

"Heh..." Yes, trouble. Kirk couldn't concentrate anymore. He looked at Daniel blankly, his pupils losing focus little by little.

"But, all this is over, you don't need to run away anymore." Daniel's smile was extremely serene, and the corners of his mouth curled up like Moore in the temple. "Go to sleep, poor child, Moore. Will protect you until the end of the world."

The last byte fell, and Kirk slowly closed his eyes. With a plop, he fell like a heavy stone statue on the floor of the wooden house.

"This is a good grave." Daniel snapped his fingers softly, and flames rose from his fingertips. Afterwards, he left without looking back, letting the flame fall, and swallowed the small wooden house in an instant.

"I don't know how Vincent and them are now." Lan Weiwei muttered.

This is a dark dungeon, the place is damp and you can't see your fingers. In the quiet space, Lan Weiwei could clearly hear the breathing of herself and Taylor. It has been two days since they were caught here by Garcia. Someone brought meals regularly. Other than that, there was only silence and darkness at other times.

"They should be fine, after all, Garcia's goal is the two of us."

"His goal is me, not you." Taylor couldn't help saying in silence. He was obviously still angry at Lan Weiwei for not escaping, "I told you to run away, even if you stayed... …"

The boy originally wanted to say, "Even if you stay here, it won't be of any use", but thinking that it might hurt Lan Weiwei's heart, he swallowed the words again.

Of course Lan Weiwei understood that what Taylor said was the truth, but at that time, how could she leave him and run away. Explaining anything will not let Tyler down, Lan Weiwei began to think about him: "You said Orville will they contact Matthew and Arthur? Yes, Matthew's whereabouts have not been exposed, right."

Lan Weiwei's evasive attitude immediately made Taylor even more frustrated. He snorted coldly and decided to protest with silence.

"I feel a little hungry, are you hungry? Tyler."

Taylor still ignored her, Lan Weiwei continued to have nothing to say: "Now is the time to deliver the food, why haven't they sent someone... Ah, I'm so hungry..."

The girl's chattering voice echoed throughout the empty dungeon. Tyler endured and endured it. It was really unreasonable. Didn't this guy notice that he was angry?

Finally, Princess Princess still couldn't hold back: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Hey..." Lan Weiwei sighed, "What do you want me to say, is it a mistake to admit that you didn't run away? Then you promise to run away next time?" In the darkness, she slowly stretched out her hand and covered it. On the back of the hand of the sulking guy next to him.

"I said I followed you closely, so I can't let go of this hand anyway." The skin under the palm is warm and soft, and it is the only place for warmth in this cold dungeon. "If two people are locked in, I won’t feel scared here anymore."

"Huh..." The young man snorted, but the hum was dull, as if his nose was blocked by something.

As if to insist on his position, Taylor removed his hand from Lan Weiwei's palm. But this was not difficult for Lan Weiwei. Following the faint warmth coming through, Lan Weiwei once again put her hand on the back of Taylor's hand.

Tyler moved away, and Lan Weiwei let it go again. Just like this time and time again, Lan Weiwei grabbed Taylor's hand that was about to slip away: "Grab it."

Although she couldn't see it, the girl's voice with a smile revealed her pride. Taylor could imagine that at this time, she must have raised her eyebrows slightly and burst out a soft smile playfully.

Forget it, I can't get angry with this person at all.

"Then you have to promise me that if Garcia sends someone to stay here, I will deal with them."

"However, their target is the brave in other worlds, and I am the one they are looking for..."

It is clear that Garcia's goal is the brave, not the saint. Although I don't know what the reason is, it seems that the saint should be safe. So at this time, letting Taylor take the place of himself to play the brave, wouldn't it be tantamount to putting him in danger?

"Don't worry, if they kill the brave first, the saint will never escape." Tyler was in the mood to make a joke, and this thought even popped up in his heart-if he had to die, that's it. It seems not bad to die with Lan Weiwei.

Before Lan Weiwei could respond, the iron door of the dungeon was opened with a creak. It wasn't the guard who usually delivered food that came in. Hilde walked in: "Come with me, Mr. Brave."

Taylor shook Lan Weiwei's hand back gently, then stood up.

"Taylor..." Lan Weiwei couldn't help but grabbed the corner of the boy's clothes, her voice trembling so much that it could hardly become a tone.

Tyler didn't say anything, but pulled the corners of his clothes out of the hands he was holding tightly. The grip is so tight, the boy's heart is unexpectedly calm. In other words, there is still a faint sweetness and satisfaction.

I love you, he said silently to Lan Weiwei.

This is a confession that no one hears and no one sees. It quickly disappeared into the darkness, and with Tyler's leaving back, there was no trace.

The author has something to say: this article has entered the final stage, and there is a sense of relief ╮(╯＿╰)╭