The Troubles of the Holy Maiden [Comprehensive]

"Avalon?" Rowena and Helga looked at each other with surprised expressions.

Rowena asked with some hesitation: "Avalon you are talking about? The hometown of elves and fairies, the utopia where King Arthur sleeps?"

Fran was stunned for a moment, and asked softly, "King Arthur... was buried in Avalon?"

Helga nodded and explained seriously: "It is said that before King Arthur died, he asked his last knight to bury his body in Avalon." After Helga finished speaking, she looked at Rowena again, winking playfully Said: "These stories, Rowena knows best, she likes the legend of King Arthur since she was a child, every story is like a treasure!"

Rowena blushed, and said embarrassingly: "No, I am not so obsessed with legends when I grow up! Besides, those legends are very useful for me to restore ancient magic!"

Fran looked at Rowena with some amusement, and asked, "So, Rowena, can you please tell me how... King Arthur died?"

Rowena thought for a while and replied: "There are many theories about King Arthur's death, but the most common one is that he was seriously injured in a war against chaos and died." She smiled slyly, and continued: "But There are also unofficial rumors that King Arthur missed Queen Guinevere, who died young, and died of illness."

Fran's smile froze, and she said unnaturally: "I think this unofficial history is completely unreliable..."

Rowena pursed her lips and smiled, then said, "I'm also very interested in the legendary Avalon! If you don't mind, please let me be your traveling companion." She turned her head slightly to Helga and asked Said: "Helga, do you want to go together?"

Helga took a step forward, lifted the skirt and curtseyed: "Please let me join in."

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Rowena and Helga walked through the market place like two cheerful birds just out of the forest.

Fran, who was dressed in men's clothes and wore a short sword, followed behind the two girls, watching the two little girls running around with a smile, gesturing at each other with ornaments made of shells, and pointing at the clay puppets on the floor for a while. I can't put it down, even the coarse shawls woven by the old women on the street are very interested, like two larks just out of the cage, the freshness and cuteness have attracted most of the eyes on the street.

Fran smiled and watched them show herself the little things they had just scooped up as if they were offering treasures, and bought two fresh lilies from the flower girls walking around the streets, and put them in the two girls' trays. between buns.The pure and beautiful lily suits the young and beautiful girl best, and the thin red shyness on the girl's cheeks is set off even brighter than the colorful clouds in the sky.

When the two little girls finally had enough shopping in the market and the sky was getting dark, the three of them went back to the hotel.

"Little girl! You broke my things, how are you going to pay me?!" The gentle and delicate Helga was hit by the oncoming big man and staggered. Before he could stand still, he was preempted by the man opposite.

Rowena quickly supported Helga, frowned and said, "You are so unreasonable. You rushed out suddenly and ran into us. You don't apologize, but you still say such things!" She pointed to the pottery on the ground , and continued: "It's just an ordinary pottery cup, how much is it? At worst, we'll just pay you."

When the bearded man saw Rowena's face clearly, his eyes lit up again. He didn't expect that this small town could meet two such beautiful girls in a row.He looked Rowena up and down, raised his chin slightly, and said arrogantly: "Ordinary pottery cup? This is my family heirloom, a treasure from the time of King Arthur. Now you smashed it to pieces. Who do you think is responsible? You To pay, yes, fifty gold coins."

Helga's eyes widened, and she said incredulously, "Fifty gold coins? You are robbing!"

The big man curled his lips, spit on the ground, grinned and said, "Can't get it out? Hehe, two little girls, I won't make things difficult for you, just have a drink with me, and I don't want you to pay for it."

Rowena clenched the wand in her sleeve. She understood that the two of them were being targeted. Fifty gold coins are missing, but she, who has always been proud and arrogant, has never suffered such grievances, so she wants to argue now.

"Hey! The bearded man in front, have you seen my pet?" A clear male voice interrupted suddenly.

The big man turned his head impatiently, and saw a handsome young man with blond hair coming over. He was dressed in a white robe, with a short sword on his waist.

Rowena and Helga Zisheng shouted: "Fran!"

The local snake man knew that these young people were in the same group. He gave Fulan a disdainful look, and said, "Where did you come from, a brat who dares to meddle in my affairs, and if you are sensible, go away."

Fran gave the big man a cold look, and said, "You stepped on my pet with your right foot."

The big man raised his foot subconsciously, and under his feet a dark green beetle with a metallic luster was crushed half of its body, and the crushed whiskers were still trembling slightly.

Fran frowned, and said in a cold voice: "This is a cryptocephalus punctiger (green pepper box beetle). It is only found in the southernmost willow forest in Britain. I bought it for a hundred gold coins, but you trampled it to death!" She looked the big man up and down, and said with disdain: "I don't think you can afford it, so how about it, kneel down and apologize to me, and I won't let you compensate."

The bearded man glared angrily, and shouted angrily: "Boy, you are finding fault! You are going to blackmail me with a hundred gold coins for a broken bug. Who can prove that this dead bug is worth the price?!"

Flan said indifferently: "For a pottery cup that was fired last month, you want to extort fifty gold coins from the little girl. What's wrong with asking you for one hundred gold coins for this rare beetle?"

The big man laughed back angrily: "Okay, boy, do you know who I am? You came to argue with me before your hair was all grown, right? You look good too, if you want me to let them go, come and accompany me I'm done!" As he spoke, he was about to touch Fran's face with his big, hairy hands, but before he could touch Fran's wrist, Fran grabbed her wrist with force.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the big man shivered, took a few steps back, held the broken wrist, and looked at Fran viciously.

Fran frowned slightly, took out a snow-white handkerchief, carefully wiped the hand that had touched the big man's wrist, and threw the handkerchief on the ground indifferently, with a cold and arrogant face.

"Fran." Rowena ran over with Helga, and hugged Fran's arm.Fran patted Rowena's head and asked, "Are you and Helga okay?"

Rowena shook her head, and Helga asked anxiously, "Did I cause you trouble?"

Fran also patted Helga: "It's not your fault, no one would have thought that such a small town would have people who don't have long-sighted people to pick things up."

The big man on the opposite side got used to the pain, gritted his teeth in a cold sweat, and said, "Boy, you have the guts, just wait for me!" After saying that, he clutched his wrist and ran away.

Rowena blinked, and asked with a simple face: "Fran, don't you want to kill the grass?"

Fran choked for a moment, and said, "Rowena, you... Forget it, you're just a clown, you can't make trouble."

The waiter of the hotel stepped forward tremblingly, and said anxiously: "This guest, that man...is Hammer Hunter, the leader of the town's bullies. You have offended him, I'm afraid..."

Fran took out the money bag, threw it to the waiter, and asked, "Is it enough?"

The waiter was flattered: "Sir, this..."

Fran nodded: "As a tip for you, we are only staying for one night and don't want to change hotels. If that person comes again, please let me know, and I will take care of him."

The waiter nodded in trepidation, bowed his head and sent the three big customers upstairs.

In the corner of the restaurant on the first floor, a young man in a cloak looked at the backs of the three of Fran with interest, thoughtfully.

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"Sir! Sir! Not good!" Early in the morning, the door of Fran's room was knocked by the waiter of the hotel.

Fran opened the door and asked, "What's wrong?"

The waiter broke into a cold sweat and explained: "That man, Hammer Hunter, he called a large group of people, as well as church knights from the town, to come here, saying that he wanted to arrest heretics!"

Rowena and Helga, who opened the door when they heard the noise, turned pale and couldn't help clenching their hands.

Fran's face remained unchanged: "What heresy?"

The waiter was sweating, and said hurriedly, "He must have come here for you. He must have denounced you as a heretic to the church. There are so many of them. You'd better leave quickly. You can't explain such things!"

There was a sudden commotion downstairs, and the waiter turned pale, and said, "They must be here, please don't say that I tipped off the news!" up.

Rowena and Helga looked at Fran with some unease, but Fran turned her head and smiled lightly, comfortingly said: "Don't worry, it's fine, you don't have to do anything and don't be afraid, you can go back to your room, if you want to watch the excitement, you can Come down with me."

When the three of them went downstairs, they saw the ferocious-looking Hammer Hunter standing in the hall. He was accompanied by several young men who were equally sturdy and armed with weapons.On the other side were a few knights in silver armor and swords, surrounded by a brown-haired young man with a gentle temperament and handsome appearance, holding a book in one hand and a cross in the other.

The bearded man hung one hand in front of his chest with a cloth belt, pointed at Fulan who raised her eyebrows and looked at everyone with the other, and said loudly, "My lord, it's him! He is the heretic!"

All the people present and the idlers watching the excitement around, Qi Qi focused his eyes on Fulan and started whispering.

The author has something to say: I didn't have time to write yesterday, so today's update is late, and it will probably be updated normally tomorrow morning.

Let me explain here that the most horrific period of witch hunts in history was actually from the fifteenth century in Europe (Joan of Arc was about that time) to the seventeenth century. With foreign enemies invading from the north and internal and external troubles, there shouldn't be much free time for religious trials.However, at this time, Ms. Rowling set the conflict between wizards and ordinary people. Many wizards, especially young wizards, were killed in large numbers, so... I don’t care about the historical facts, and the Holy See will People with special abilities, doesn't this look typical of Western Fantasy?I'm going to make Flan take the male protagonist's script hahaha a bit sour.