[Western Fantasy] Cardinal's Life Goal

There is no doubt that when you have enough divine favor - coincidence will always touch your heart.

Regarding the matter of "Sika", Delin seriously tossed and tossed for a long time the poor Kobeje, who was almost speechless due to fright.Naturally, he didn't have a good dinner, but Delin was satisfied, which made the white mask that seriously affected his eating speed even if it only covered half of his face look less hideous.

Ultimately, it was concluded: "This is indeed West Kassler's right."

The small town of Burke is indeed a good place to stay, not to mention that the Bran family's hand is not enough to stretch that long-this can be known from the fact that Sears went to seduce a young man himself and came back.However, the status quo that is too peaceful also has some disadvantages, such as the conspicuousness of outsiders, and the easier detection of people going to the distant holy capital, etc.But Sicastler didn't have to look at it so carefully at all. The number of caravans transmitted by the gate every day is astonishing. Analyzed within a month and caught the tail of the secret door trip.At that time, the secret door has already hidden the saint from Oswald, and the attacker will completely miss the opportunity.

——Of course, all of this is based on "no emergencies".

Fang Dushun, who went to deliver the good news, brought back the Pope's arrangement.It was already late at night when Mr. Steward returned, and Delin, who was half lying in front of the table, straightened his upper body, turned sideways and stared at him.It was a look that concealed a storm, and Fang Du looked away almost subconsciously: the strong wind that swept through the thick and dark colors seemed to arrive in an instant, leaving a howling wind and rain in his heart.

He had met such a look in the young master's eyes before.It was a night several years ago, and the young man who woke up in the middle of the night leaned against the bed and looked out the window quietly - at that time, there was also a piece of kao planted in the window, which was also barely protruding from the height of the wooden frame.The brightly colored petals are like a candle in the dark, presenting a condensed sense of refinement to the crowded picture.A few years ago, Sears looked at that corner with a silent but meaningful gaze, but now the young man named Delin has a cold expression behind him.Time and space seemed to be stagnant at this moment, making a creaking sound, and the two lines of sight intertwined and converged through the wall of time and space, and they looked at each other——

It seemed that everything was preordained since the night the young master woke up.

……

"?" Delin looked suspiciously at Fang Du, who seemed to be in deep thought not far away, and his dignified and cold gaze, which was originally mixed with anticipation—or fear, lightened a little bit, "——what?"

Fang Du suddenly woke up.He was in a trance for a moment, as if his wandering soul was startled back into his body by the young man's question.how? ——He chewed the word belatedly, and it took a while to come back to his senses: "...your letter." He slightly bowed and handed over a stack of parchment paper, with a thin letter on top.The butler's gaze slowly swept across the small bowl of concoction on the corner of the wooden table. Under the relentless neglect of its owner, it was not disappointingly cold.

Fang Du quickly changed the subject to cover up his embarrassment: "You forgot to drink it again—" This was specially explained by the young master, and it was thanks to these medicinal materials that Delin Anping spent the past few years in good health.

Delin quickly glanced at the poor little porcelain bowl on his right, feeling uncontrollably empty for a moment.He pursed his lips and straightened his back expressionlessly, only when he was in such an embarrassing situation would he behave like a child who had just grown up.Before Fang Du continued to blame, the young man quickly picked up the bowl and swallowed the cold concoction in one go.Mr. Housekeeper swallowed the embellished sentence "I'll warm it up again", and looked at the half owner in front of him hesitantly.

Putting down the bowl lightly, the young man regained his composure.Under his stare, poor Fondu was speechless for a while, and finally left space for the secret letter between Delin and the Pope.

The first line reads——"After half a month, there will be a big fire in the Gongbilini family, and that will be when the waters will open."

The pen is gentle, and the connected characters are like a gust of gentle wind, but ice blades are tightly wrapped in it.

Cobiline...Getro...Pure Card.

Delin pinched the corner of the letter slightly uneasy, but his thoughts drifted to the lower city.

Under the brilliance of Oswald, outside the dragon's nest.

Sen Andre, dressed in a heavy dark robe, is alone on the cold and windy terrace, meditating.There is no moonlight, no stars, and it seems that he is the only one left in this world, letting the air current mischievously lift his robe heels - he is wearing a heavy armor, and the metal streamer emits a light that is colder than the wind in the dark night .

Not far away, the silent Dragon Nest seemed to be staring at him.Those familiar bricks and tiles, those ghostly dragon's claw plants in the dark night, are all staring at him arrogantly.

Ants.He hears the voices of the city - do you think you can win?Stupid contender.

He didn't care much, and even smiled.

The drumbeat of sharp high heels touching the ground suddenly sounded.Quina stepped forward in a white dress and held her father's arm, "It's still more than half a month before the tide ebbs." Her long hair was pulled up, revealing her slender neck—no one can compare the crazy female knight to this moment. contact her.She turned her gaze to a piece of sea at the edge of the dragon's lair. In the dark and dead silence, she seemed to be able to see a large number of dragon-grained grasses gathered. They were entangled, exposing each other's sharp blades like dragon teeth.

"The rest of the adults have already arrived, 'I hope tonight's night will not disappoint us'." Quina imitated the tone of the old men of the old school, with a reserved but bright smile on her face, "Compared to Don’t be disappointed, they should be more careful with their hearts—”

"Okay, my Miss Andre, before that, they might be stunned by your anger." Sen tapped his daughter's forehead with his fingertips, and led her into the room. He was greeted by the girl's light smile. His voice was infected, and his complexion softened.

The interior of the room was illuminated by carefully carved stones, and a few old men who were not very energetic were sitting on the edge of the huge round table.Hearing the sound of footsteps, they just lazily raised their eyelids to take a look, then lowered their eyes, as if they were asleep.

Sen was used to this gloomy atmosphere, he returned to his seat - Quina was standing behind him - sat down, and said: "Tonight -"

But Sen couldn't finish the sentence.A distant chant sounded from the sky, humming, it was thunder.Donglei was rare, and the people in the house raised their heads to look outside the house almost at the same time.

But the sky was pitch black and there were no electric lights.

"Thunder and rain..." The old man sitting next to Sen whispered, "Wake up the young people, the rainstorm is coming in the wrong season."