His Highness the Son moves the cat online

"You also found out, right?" Chris was about to kneel at this moment: "Holy stone, it was actually made into a ring!"

Feng Jia stared at the ring in a daze, but Wu Meiren looked at the portrait in front of him again after regaining consciousness, and he was surprised: "This is... Reza Carter!"

"Huh?" Chris didn't expect the witch beauty to be so excited, and asked quickly, "What?"

"The person in this portrait is the Demon Lord Rezacart." The witch beauty took a deep breath: "I should remember correctly, although his portrait in the book is older than this one, but I can still recognize his appearance. "

"What?! You said this is the demon king Rezacart?!" Chris was going crazy: "The demon king who lived in the Palace of Berthas?! His portrait is still hung on the wall of an abandoned holy church !"

Wu Meiren didn't know what to say anymore, he stared straight at the portrait in front of him, looking at Reza Carter's gentle eyes, he felt a chill down his back.

Following the other party's line of sight, Wu Meiren set her eyes on the back of the chair he was supporting. Is Reza Carter... looking at the person who will sit on this chair?

"Witch." Feng Jia reached out and patted him on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "So what if he is really the Demon King Reza Carter? Anyway, Reza Carter can only be regarded as the former Demon King."

"once……"

"Oh, yes, I remembered! Reza Carter seems to have been missing for many years!" Chris suddenly slapped his hands and said: "I have received gossip about the demons. It is said that Reza Carter is taking over the position of Demon King He abdicated after 54 years, some said he disappeared, others said he was secretly killed by the Holy See of Guangming, and there are different opinions about what happened to him in the end."

"In any case, he has become a thing of the past." Feng Jia turned her head to look at Wu Meiren and said word by word: "The demons are the opposite of light, and there should be no intersection between them."

Wu Meiren bit her lower lip slightly, and the source of light in her body fluctuated crazily after seeing this portrait, but as Feng Jia finished speaking, the source of light gradually fell silent.

"We still look for... is there any clues that can explain all this..." Wu Meiren turned around and stopped looking at the portrait hanging in front of him: "There is also Reza Carter, his expression seems to be looking at the person who is about to sit Chair, we may be able to find information about Reza Carter's life..."

Chris was obviously full of curiosity about the painting in front of him. Hearing what the witch said, he rushed to look through the stacks of bookshelves. When the witch turned her head, she saw Feng Jia pursing her lips and looking at him. There seemed to be a flash of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"Jaer." The witch beauty sighed: "If you are not interested, you can look at other things."

"Wu, do you really want to look through all these bookshelves?" Feng Jia closed her eyes and sighed softly: "If you want to know the more secret private affairs of Demon King Reza Carter, I don't think there should be any on the bookshelves."

Wu Meiren was slightly taken aback.

"But I have a solution, but I need your cooperation." Feng Jia took Wu Meiren's hand hanging by her side, and walked slowly towards the door of the collection room. He asked with a chuckle, "Have you heard of it?" empathy'?"

"...a little heard."

"My illusion is a bit successful." Feng Jia said softly, "I think... please try to empathize."

Wu Meiren hesitated for a moment before agreeing, he nodded and said: "Then let's start."

Feng Jia chuckled, his voice was soft and soft at the moment, like a siren coaxing sailors to lose themselves: "Come on, close your eyes, imagine that you are holding a thick book in your arms right now, It could also be a painting that records your experience with the most important person..."

Wu Meiren closed her eyes involuntarily, and following Feng Jia's soft words, images gradually appeared in her mind.

"You are wearing a long white robe with golden dots on your body. You are more holy and noble than anyone else..." Feng Jia's voice flowed slowly: "You have to hide the beauty recorded in your arms, but you open the room The door fell into panic, because you found that there is no place to hide the things in your arms."

Wu Meiren frowned slightly, a trace of panic flashed across her face.

"There is no time, because someone is coming..." Feng Jia's voice suddenly became urgent at this moment: "I'm afraid you will never be able to set foot in this holy church that is known as the safest in the world. You need to put the things in your arms Hide as soon as possible."

The witch beauty opened her eyes abruptly.

Feng Jia breathed a sigh of relief, and saw that the witch in front of her suddenly turned around and walked towards the rows of bookshelves. There was a white table next to the bookshelf in the middle, covered with expensive silk. , and an empty enamel bottle was placed on its table. In the past, a white rose would always be inserted in it.

Wu Meiren stared down at the table in front of him. After a while, he stretched out his hand and picked up the enamel bottle on it and put it aside. Feng Jia walked forward silently, and saw Wu Meiren take off the silk covering the table. Hanging on the back of the chair beside him, he reached out and slowly lifted the table.

It was a book with a dark brown cowhide case, protected without a trace of wrinkle.

"There really will be." Wu Meiren stretched out her hand and carefully picked up the thick cowhide book. He looked up at Feng Jia, sighed and said softly: "Jiaer, there are some things...I can't do it right now." Tell you exactly."

"I know." Feng Jia nodded with a light smile and said, "I also have something to hide from you, so it's a fair balance."

The witch beauty pursed her lips slightly. He looked down at the table in front of him and sighed slightly: "This table is placed... only one person can sit on it. Every holy church's collection room will have a table here. A mezzanine table will be covered with the most beautiful silk, and the whitest roses will be placed in the vase."

Feng Jia stood aside, listening quietly.

"Even the Pope won't touch this table. It's specially prepared by the Goddess of Light for her hard-working students." The witch beauty closed her eyes and said softly: "...your thoughts are silent in the book, and your nose is full of tears. The fragrance of white roses in full bloom, I have engraved the most precious knowledge in your mind, here, you are the most precious student of the light, no one can stop you from yearning for knowledge... dedicating everything to the light."

"Witch." Feng Jia's expression changed slightly.

"So...without sufficient preparation, this is the safest place." The witch beauty reached out and brushed the book in her arms lightly, then turned her head and glanced at Feng Jia for a slight pause: "Do you want to call Chris over? "

"Let's talk about it after reading the contents." Feng Jia curled her lips: "Don't let that kid sell some things that can't be passed on as information, and then you have to clean up all kinds of messes."

Wu Meiren lowered her eyes and thought for a while, and finally nodded in agreement with Feng Jia's statement.

"Chris!" Feng Jia shouted towards the rows of bookshelves, "Wu and I will go elsewhere to look for clues, and I will call you later!"

"understood!"

"Let's go." Feng Jia picked up the candlestick next to her hand, and walked towards the room not far from the collection room with the witch beauty. After confirming that it was still hidden, Feng Jia found a table and put down the candlestick in her hand.

"There are two chairs here." Wu Meiren took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, wiped one of the chairs and handed it to Feng Jia: "Sit down and have a look."

Feng Jia responded softly, Wu Meiren sat down and gently placed the book on the clean table, then reached out and slowly opened the cowhide cover.

【You came to me through the bushes and thorns, you are my only sun】

In the center of the title page was written such a sentence in beautiful Gothic fonts, Wu Meiren was slightly taken aback and looked at Feng Jia, then turned to the next page.

【You say that the filth of darkness is to set off the beauty of light, but I think darkness is so attractive】

In addition to this sentence on this page of the book, there is also a dark purple hair sticking to the side, and a small line of words is written in the same font next to the hair.

【This is the most beautiful color I have ever seen】

"This is... Reza Carter's hair." The witch beauty narrowed her eyes and looked carefully before turning to the next page.

【The fragrance of wheat in the field and the falling red leaves are the best gifts I have ever received】

There is a reddish fallen leaf on this page.

The witch beauty flipped through the book again. At the beginning, it contained some innocuous words mixed with some frivolous little things, until a sketch of Reza Carter's portrait began to appear on one of the pages.

【You said that there is no cold in the Temple of Light, but I just feel like falling into an ice cellar】

Below this sentence is a sketch of Reza Carter's half-length body. It can be seen that the person who drew it was very careful. He drew the slight wrinkles between Reza Carter's eyebrows and eyes clearly, as if there are countless clues that cannot be said. Emotions, his lips are slightly pursed in the portrait, and he seems to be a little distressed.

[I don't care about other people's gossip, but you must give me an answer]

Wu Meiren was slightly taken aback when she saw this, because there was a half-length sketch of Reza Carter stretching out her right hand under the sentence. The man with his hand wanted to bow his head and kiss his fingers.

The next few pages were mostly calls and pleas to Reza Carter. The witch beauty quickly turned back and frowned. Leave a dark mass behind.

In the meantime, the close-ups of Reza Carter's sketches became more and more sad. In one of the sketches, Reza Carter's hair was messy and her head was bowed, and there were even a few tears on her face.

[I want to paint your whole life, I love you, regardless of identity - Rand]