King's glory: dear Angela

Chapter 12 [Lonely Captivity]

The Land of Warriors, under the leadership of King Arthur, seems to be strong enough to resist the empire, but it cannot be shaken, and the war is stalemate as always.However, the Vichy family of the Holy Knight Alliance was displaced under the devastation of the Norman army.

The ruthless Norman king, in order to prevent future troubles and prevent the family from opening the magic source of successors, tried to kill them all.

The winter in the western continent is also snowy, and the man stands on the city wall and looks into the distance.

"I heard that the magician you captured was a little girl?"

With a gentle and sweet voice, the woman beside her was wearing a long blue dress, and the exquisite prints showed nobility and elegance. He was Norman's favorite woman and the only princess in the empire, Solna.

"kindness."

"Will you kill her, like killing her people?"

The woman's voice was calm, as if it came from a stranger's mouth. Norman's eyes darkened, and he remained silent for a long time.

"She's not as scary as the rumors say, she doesn't pose a threat to our royal city, and she doesn't even know how to cast magic. It's unbelievable."

The woman's eyes flickered, and she reached out to meet the snowflakes falling in the air.

"There is a saying in the East that when you cut the weeds, you have to get rid of the roots."

"Since she refuses to surrender, if the enemy alliance finds her in the future..."

"no way!!!"

The man interrupted Solna, turned around and walked towards the steps, then turned around again and took the woman's cold hand.

Angela looked at the dancing flames in the fireplace, her empty eyes were out of focus.Because she was placed in the underground palace of the castle, she couldn't see the sun, hear the wind and rain, and couldn't see the heavy snow outside the city.

All the initial anxieties, worries, fears, those emotions just melted away.

In Angela's perception, time seems to have passed for many years, and she is like a dead person, walking in a wild land with no end in sight, waiting for the dawn and redemption.

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The paintbrush in her hand suddenly fell, and the crisp sound brought her back to her senses. The drawing paper on the table was pulled and crumpled at some point, and a young face could be seen faintly when it was spread out, as if it had been a lifetime ago.

"The Sword of the Great River...from the sky."

Angela murmured, her voice was not choked, and her face was expressionless.For so long, she didn't like the waiter's interruption, she would rather be alone in the empty hall, talking to herself.

"Can you recite poetry?"

Angela seemed to be immune to ghost-like voices, and the figure of King Norman appeared in the palace at some point, but she never noticed it.

"Give me a drink."

The man was stunned. After so long, she was finally willing to speak, and she was so bold, so why was it for a glass of wine?

In the silence, the waiter has brought delicious food and wine, and the wall lamps illuminate the hall, making it look less lonely.Norman sat down nearby, and had no intention of leaving. Angela really didn't care, and it really didn't matter to her.

Still wearing the same red dress, with a slightly pale face, Angela walked to the table in front of her and sat down. Just dreaming.

"Li Bai..."

Angela leaned on the dining table and muttered to herself, and soon raised her head to look at the man in front of her. Her watery eyes seemed to have been given new life after drinking, and they floated into the distance through everything around her. A ignorant smile.

Norman's thoughts suddenly seemed to be frozen, his eyes were dull, and he couldn't make any extra thoughts. This was the first time he saw Angela's smile, which was very sweet and charming.

It's just the name in her mouth, he has never heard of it.

Norman was a little fascinated, and looked at Angela steadfastly.

She was still talking to herself, her previously pale face was now slightly reddish from the alcohol.After an unknown amount of time, her smile slowly disappeared, she raised her eyes, and looked straight at him.

"For the last time, let me go."

Her voice was soft, like a statement, but she couldn't hear any pleading. In fact, Angela always felt that it would be easy for her to escape from here, but she always felt that something was missing, and she couldn't use her strength.

"If not."

The man answered simply, bowing his head in boredom.

Angela turned her face away when she heard the words, there was no disappointment or anger in her eyes, just calm, and she didn't look at him again.

Then there was silence, the man rubbed his forehead with his hand, and Angela took one cup after another, as if the goal was to drink herself to death, and the time passed by.

"Do you have a dream?"

The man's deep voice sounded, but Angela ignored him, and he started talking to himself.

"I want this land to be free from war, poverty and hunger."

"In these years, the empire has been in war for a long time. The life of the king's city has been the same for a hundred years, but it's nothing. It's just the common people in the land of the warriors. The war between the empire and the paladins seems to have no end."

The man became more and more... melancholy, he pursed his lips and took a deep breath, exhaustion and heaviness that did not match his age could be seen on his deep outline.

"And I will eventually become the only king in this continent. Under my leadership, the clan will be prosperous and the people will live and work in peace and contentment."

It sounded as if he was noble, as if his hands had never been stained with blood.Angela didn't answer a word from the beginning to the end, she just stared blankly at the wine in the glass, as if she wanted to find the feeling in her memory from it.

The man is still talking to himself...

"Wine will be served!! Cup... Don't stop...! Come..."

Angela was drunk, after she didn't know how many drinks.

In the empty hall was her soft voice, inarticulate, hoarse but sweet.

Norman pulled away from his thoughts, and turned his gaze to Angela again.She stood up suddenly at this moment, and turned around leisurely... quite like a child imitating an adult, holding a wine glass high in one hand and a magic book in the other, chanting words.

Circle after circle around the dining table, the fireplace, the Roman column... The petite body swayed under the light, and the shadows strung around on the floor.

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Her hair is red and soft.

The eyelashes are thick and slender, as beautiful as described in the book.

Occasionally, he would hiccup and tremble all over, that way... a bit silly.

Norman leaned on his back, his chest rising and falling slightly.

See if she really wants to drink herself to death?Norman stood up and walked towards Angela, with his hands behind his back and condescending.

"Stop drinking, go to sleep."

Angela felt a pair of big hands embedded in her arms, and she stood still, it didn't matter that her wrists could still move.

"go away!!!"

Angela roared feebly, and spilled the red wine in the glass outward (upward) onto Norman's face, and the dark red liquid dripped onto the robe along the gloomy face.

The man's face was so dark that she obviously did it on purpose.

After all, he is the king of half the city in the Land of Warriors, and he wants to die.

Just as Norman was about to do something, the girl whose arm was grabbed by him suddenly fell downwards without warning. If it wasn't for the strength of his hand, Angela's falling posture might have been straight.

It's really not covered up, this leg, it can't control it and wants to fall to the ground! ! !

The man's face was ugly, and he hugged Angela horizontally.

Go through the long corridor to the back of the main hall. The lights here are warm, reflecting the delicate patterns on the walls. The plush carpet covers the whole room. In the closet, the red and white dresses echo each other. There is no window around, and it looks mysterious and desolate.

"Li Bai..."

"Li Bai..."

"Li Bai..."

The person in his arms struggled feebly, with sobs in his mouth, and murmured strange names again and again.Norman had a moment of emotion that he didn't know how to describe, and he was always very angry.

Throwing Angela on the big bed, slamming the door and leaving, the attendants who followed held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

At the corner of the corridor, the man suddenly turned around and turned back.

"Get out of here."

Hearing the sound, the waiters ran away one after another, for fear of being accidentally injured by the king who looked stinky. What if he was upset and was dragged out and chopped up?

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King Norman broke in, but was caught in the next second.

"Woooooooooooooooo..."

The sad, hoarse twitching voice, and the suppressed sense of grievance made people want to cry after hearing it.

Angela was lying on the bed, with her arms around the big fluffy pillow, she buried her head deeply, her messy hair was lingering on her face, her body was constantly shaking due to convulsions, and tears poured out in waves...

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