The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Because of Lois's friendly and kind hints, Rong Ling deliberately avoided her for the next half month.

After all, the attitude of the parties has already made it clear that, no matter how purposeful Rong Ling is, he will retreat in frustration for a short time.

Until the day of the dinner, Rong Ling, who was still sitting in the corner eating baguettes during dinner, was hurriedly found by April.

"Lilian..." she asked, "Why are you still here? Have you forgotten that you will accompany the Holy Maiden to the palace dinner today?"

Rong Ling didn't have a phototype, he just didn't want to go.

However, April had already grabbed her arm involuntarily: "Hurry up and change clothes with me. Saintess Lois is already waiting at the door. It's not a lot of time for her to wait for someone. You should be honored."

Sure enough, as long as it has something to do with sainthood,? No matter how kind and amiable, they will become extreme. They will only put themselves in Lois's shoes and ignore the feelings of others.

Sister April didn't even care about Rong Ling's resistance, she took off her black robe and put on a more delicate white robe.

When Rong Ling appeared in front of Lois, she turned seven or eight pages of Holy Slug in her hand.

Rong Ling bent over, and walked into the carriage without saying a word.

"Good evening, Lillian." Lois said warmly, looking as if she didn't threaten to be unhappy at all.

"Good evening..." Rong Ling had no choice but to respond in a muffled voice, and sat down in the compartment farthest from Lois.

The wheels of the carriage rumbled, and they drove steadily towards the palace.

The fragrance of clothes, the shadows on the temples, the blood-red wine rippling in the glass glasses when they collided, and the laughter of noble women pretending to be reserved.

When Rong Ling followed Lois and was ushered into the dinner garden, her arrogance faded away

But the next moment, because the saint appeared, everyone fell silent.

They put down the wine glasses in their hands, raised their bows and flew to the sidelines, and their expressions became solemn, looking at Lois with admiration and admiration.

Of course, the queen in a gorgeous dress was the first to greet her. Her long dress was golden yellow, and a diamond crown was pinned to her brown-red hair.

In particular, she is slender and tightly strangled by the waist, which makes people almost out of breath.

"Dear Lady Lois." Queen Charlotte said, "Welcome to come, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Sorry..." Even though she was held in such a pious tone, Lois was still approachable, admitting that it was a mistake, "I was the one who was late, I'm sorry!

"How could it be?" said Charlotte with great sincerity. "As long as you are willing to show your face to come, that would be the most honorable thing."

Saying so, the queen invited Lois into the palace to send blessings for her daughter's birthday party.

But before that, Rong Ling sneaked away first.

She obviously didn't want to stop at the occasion of flattering each other, and she didn't want to stay longer for a minute.

Of course, at times like this, Lois couldn't care less about her.

From the table full of snacks and wine, Rong Lingshun took some food, and he enjoyed it alone in the corner of the flower bed.

The wine smell is so mellow, and the fragrant honey dessert is also sweet and delicious.

Rong Ling couldn't help recalling the pastry-making skills that Huan Naimei learned to make pastries.

In an instant, she found a way to make a living after leaving Lois.

Maybe Bow Howl Shao Yunzai has a private room?

It's just that it's not easy to open a private room, and Rong Ling doesn't have a stable.

How about asking Lois for help?

Anyway, she receives offerings from countless believers every day, and she is richer than the king. If Heyi borrows some silver coins, Lois won't be able to refuse, right?

Because this body had tasted the taste of wine like never before, Rong Ling was a little confused in his mind, and there was a lot of worry.

Until a crisp voice broke the drunkenness: "Are you the little nun next to Saintess Lois?"

Rong Ling focused his eyes on the speaker. The fair-skinned girl was wearing a light blue dress, revealing a slender neck. On her delicate neck, hung a red gemstone that was bigger than a pigeon's egg.

Her black hair is inlaid with pure white pearls, and each grain is worth the value of a city.

Even if he has never been in a skirt, Rong Ling can guess who it is at a glance. "Yes, Your Royal Highness." Rong Ling put down the glass cup in his hand, "What can I do for you?"

Dorothy had never been such a bold person, and she called her Highness Bianhe, but she didn't even intend to stand up and salute, and she still sat still.

Her slender brows were immediately frowned, and her tone was arrogant and arrogant: "I really can't see why the Saintess Lois would let you be served by such a dark and shabby commoner."

Rong Lingyun's tone was sour: "Princess, if you have any doubts, you can kiss your lord."

Dorothy choked, of course she knew very well that even if Her Royal Highness was doted on all the time, there would be nothing to do but just accept her light blessings devoutly.

As the night wind blew past with a faint fragrance of flowers, Qi Suo Qi Ta Huang Dan Rong Ling took another sip of the wine.

At this time, Dorothy asked suddenly: "Do you want anything?"

Rong Ling didn't think that it was the princess showing kindness and wanting to save the leader He Luanzhao, tricking her to ask, "What does Your Highness want me to do for you?"

Dorothy was silent for a while: "I want you to speak a few words of kindness for me in front of Saint Lois, and let her persuade my mother to allow me to study at the Academy of Magic."

After that, she added: "As long as you can do this, I will give you a lot of gold, silver and jewels to ensure that you will have no worries for the rest of your life."

It sounds like a very attractive condition, but Rong Ling's attention was attracted by another thing: "Academy of Magic?"

In her previous life, she only vaguely understood that it was said that the academy funded by the royal family only accepts magic students, and they perform demon-killing missions in dangerous places where they escape.

No wonder the Queen refused to let the Bow in, probably because she didn't want Dorothy to deal with those dirty and terrible monsters.

However, Rong Ling asked back in exchange for Dorothy's sneering eyes: "Sure enough, a country bumpkin who doesn't know anything, anyone who enters the academy must know magic, I think you will never thank you and see it for yourself!

Rong Ling really doesn't know what magic looks like, after all there is no magic.

Xu Shi stayed in the church for a long time, making it easy for people to become calm. She was just curious: "It's so difficult, can the princess know magic?"

"Of course..." Dorothy raised her chin proudly when she mentioned the subject, "I am first-rate in controlling wind spells."

Before Rong Ling could even open her mouth, she took the initiative to show it off.

When Dorothy raised her hand, the breeze brushed Rong Ling's cheek.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rustling sound from the flowers behind her, and when she looked sideways, it turned out that the soft wind had turned into a sharp blade, cutting off the rose branch.

The delicate and ready-to-drop flower buds didn't land on the ground, but were swept by the wind and handed to Dorothy.

Playing with the rose with her fingers, Dorothy glanced at Rong Ling.

Even though the little princess's haughty appearance made people uncomfortable a moment ago, Rong Ling had to admit that she did have some talent.

Dorothy didn't write about her sex, and sneered: "Don't think about it, everyone is born with the ability to control the legal system, and they have it. "

"Really?" Rong Ling's eyes ignited eagerly.

She recalled Dorothy's hand gestures when she was just manipulating the wind, with her hands flat in the air, and then turning her wrists—

No fishy smell.

A nightingale cries from among the thorn bushes.

Dorothy twitched the corner of her mouth: "I told you a long time ago that you can't do it. Gestures are even more problematic. When operating magic elements, you must concentrate, close your eyes, and accept the strength of your body..."

Immediately afterwards, before she could finish her voice, it was as if the air above her head had opened a hole, and water poured in from nowhere, drenching Her Royal Highness, who was glamorous just a moment ago, into the water.

Rong Ling opened his eyes, the fiery red pupils were as bright as stars.

Before Dorothy blew her eyebrows, a gentle voice came from not far away: "Lilian, what are you doing?"

Before Rong Ling could answer, Dorothy quickly parted the black hair sticking to her face and said, "Master Lois, I actually helped the nun beside you awaken the magic element. It is the controller of the water system."

Rong Ling glanced at the master who changed his face and turned his head, and also stood up: "Master Lois, since I am leaving the church, let me go to the Magic Academy."

Lois looked at her softly: "Maybe this is the will of d, Lilian, but you have just awakened the magic, you should calm down first."

Rong Ling was very sure that this was not the emperor's betrayal.

From the moment she manipulated the water system to accidentally get Dorothy wet, she had such thoughts in her mind.

To become stronger means that no matter what kind of environment he is in, Rong Ling will always have a desire in his heart.

But at the moment Lois is still the benefactor of Biaohao, so of course she can't directly refute: "Okay, Lord Lois, but please promise me that after I make up my mind, you can support my choice."

"Of course..." Lois said lightly, as if pampering an ignorant child.

"What about me?" Dorothy asked hurriedly, "Respect Lois, I really want to enter the Academy of Magic, please..."

She clasped her hands together and turned to Lois as if praying.

"Sorry, Your Royal Highness." Lois said, "Perhaps it is more appropriate for the queen to answer this question."

Dorothy's face fell cautiously.

The dinner party is over and it's time to leave.

Before leaving, Rong Ling bent down and bowed to her instead: "I hope we can meet again, Your Highness the Princess."

There was no hiding the sarcasm in her tone.

Dorothy gritted her teeth in hatred, but because Lois stood behind Rong Ling, she dared not say any rebuttals.

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