Remembrance of the Goddess of God

The future First Knight and Duke of Berignon - Mr. Lancelot Berignon is in love with an elf!

After hearing the news that had spread throughout the inner and outer castles of Siddhant in two days, Prince Arthur was rarely able to hold the cup in his hand steadily.

But at least he didn't smash the beautiful porcelain cup in his hand, which was brought by the merchants from the Far East, that's the point.

The young prince took a deep breath and smiled 'hardly' in front of the knight who told him the amazing news.

"...I don't think it's okay—Lancelo is in love with Murjia, doesn't it mean that Murjia will definitely respond, doesn't it? And this is a private matter between the two of them. We should support the birth of love and not because To tear them apart for their racial reasons..."

After a quarter of an hour, the knight who was successfully brainwashed by the prince with "traditional romantic knightly love" and "the love story between King Udel and Queen Lianna" left, and decided that he would never interfere with a rare romantic relationship with his colleagues.

And behind him, the corner of Prince Arthur, who was praising the romance of the knights who didn't care about their status just now, twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a genuine wry smile.

"A love that is spectacular and beautiful when it should be, and is over when it's over?"

Lost's gloomy voice came from behind Arthur, "I hope that's the case... But even if it's to give Lancelot a reason to follow my sister on the bright side, the rumors are still the way they are now. It's been a while..."

"I don't think it's enough—haven't you seen that Duke Carmeli still hasn't done anything?"

"What does that have to do with him?"

The indoor gust of wind suddenly blew up, and the young elf Priest Hazel tilted his head slightly, revealing a smile that looked pure and clean but made people feel sinister.

"That thing... what does it have to do with my sister and me?"

Arthur quietly looked at the young elf who seemed to go berserk in the next moment, and raised his hand to bring the exquisite porcelain cup to his lips.It didn't interrupt Lost's sneer.

"What did he do, and he thought we would be rare?"

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"...In other words, Zoe and Cornelius are actually very common names in Ithion Forest?"

"Yeah." Muerjia looked at Lancelot and nodded slightly, "Before Queen Igmel came to power, Isien was the place where the human beings had the closest communication, and because of this, many people were born there. The elves use human language names—like Zoe refers to life, and Cornelius refers to the dazzling light when the sun just rises—these are all names that are also very in line with the aesthetics of the elves, so there are different names. Few parents name their children like that."

"It sounds very similar to the origin of names such as Basil Jifei or Palasongya in the Mezzerta Valley..." Lancelo smiled and filled the cups in front of the two with clear water, "I heard that My name is also a word in the ancient elf language, but I never knew what Lancelot meant."

"It doesn't have a very good meaning, and it doesn't matter if you don't know."

"Ah?" The knight looked at the elf in surprise, "Impossible, this is the name given to me by an elf priest who has a good relationship with my father—I think..."

"...Because it is the name given by the priest."

Mu Erjia paused, and seemed to be reluctant to speak again.

"They usually determine your name through divination of your fate. Such a name is not the parent's expectation or blessing for the child, but... a certain revelation of your fate. The priest should want to remind you through this name, Don't really walk into your doomed tragedy."

There was a moment of silence, and then Lancelot laughed first.

"That's all well and good, but what does the word Lancelot mean anyway?"

"The one who is always waiting for the return of others."

"Literally, you'll be the one left behind at the turn of your and your significant other's lives, waiting for them to return—but I'm not a priest, so..."

Doesn't explain what the word really means, sorry.

After several days of close communication, Lancelot has been able to accurately read the words Murjia hides after every silence or interruption.The knight smiled indifferently, but changed the subject after seeing the elf girl's guilt.

"Speaking of which, after the last batch of dried meat and water sacs are delivered, we will really set off to the wasteland, right?"

"Well, there are still about three to four days - it will take time for the water bladders of Sisdron to be fully filled." Murjia gave Lancelot a strange look, but still kept up with the knight's topic. "how?"

"We've been staying in West Side for almost half a month, and the things that Duke Carmeri mentioned haven't happened until now, so...is it...in fact, Queen Igmel has given up on it? "

Lancelot's voice was very steady, but Murjia could still hear the expectation that was not easy to detect.The elf's golden-green eyes flickered slightly, but he still shook his head.

"No, Queen Igmail will definitely let people do it in Sisdhang. Because I joined the wasteland..."

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"No one can easily assign me to the 'absolutely safe' Duke Carmeri's team~"

"Aren't you worried that Queen Igmel will be killed by someone, and you can just marry a decent little nobleman and take the position of queen?" The dwarf master put down the pipe he had been biting, and vomited beautifully. A string of smoke rings. "If I remember correctly, you, Arthur, will be the coming-of-age ceremony in the first half of next year, right? At that time, she won't be able to use the excuse that you are not yet an adult to hold on to the crown."

The relaxed smile on Arthur's face suddenly froze for a moment, and a particularly obscure light flashed in his gray-brown eyes.

"...That's not going to happen. I'm the only one left in the Cistercian family. No matter how much she dislikes me, I'm inclined to other races. I'll still rely on me to miss my father..."

"But this is all my own business~ I said, old Tesmi, why don't you pay attention to other things? For example, apart from Lancelot's falling in love with Murjia, I seem to have heard about Sisdhang recently. Any other rumors?"

"You mean that?" Tesme crossed her legs, carefully knocking the ashes off the pipe under one of her shoes. "It seems to be the reason for the two faces used by Lost boy and Murjia girl: the owner of the largest tavern in Sisdhang, um, the one closest to the Inner Castle, seems to have followed Jiaermei back then. The soldier who burned the forest of Ithion... or the captain? Anyway, I am old and can't remember, it's that guy talking around talking about the resurrection of the elf who seduced the 'Duke' of Galmery back then or something— —he seems to remember Broadweiss."

"Now the explanation is clear." Lost, who had been silent all this time, suddenly smiled, "But even the queen and Mr. Gewen Dio couldn't revive the dead. , but still don’t have the common sense to make people want to cry?”

Before the words fell, the elf priest had already stood up, walked leisurely towards the door.

"Lost?"

Ou Fang worriedly looked at his friend who was obviously acting abnormally, even jumped off the soft chair and tried to hold Lost who was walking out the door.

But Arthur pressed the shoulder of the young dwarf.

"Don't worry, Ou Fang, Lost won't be so stupid as to find that guy talking around. He just needs to be calm~" The human prince's smiling expression looks like a dwarf to Ou Fang The noble lady likes domesticated white foxes, but now Ou Fang really understands that this is a mask used by the human prince to hide his true expression.

Ou Fang looked at his teacher, and the old wizard of the dwarves sighed as if he had figured out something.

——So, what does the Duke of Galmery and the elf pharmacist Broad Weiss have to do with them, the holders of the holy relic?

Those who can answer Ou Fang are obviously unwilling to speak out, and those who don't mind telling Ou Fang probably don't dare to ask Ou Fang.So the young dwarf fell into a gloomy silence, and listened to his teacher speak again.

"Then there is the most important news. Both Murjia and Lost have elf-specific news channels, so I think the only people who really should know this news but don't know this news are me, a silly apprentice, and you two humans—I Guess whether it is King Baldwin or Igmail and Lianna should know."

The old dwarf took a breath, poured himself a glass of light beer and drank it slowly during the interval between his sentences.He completely ignored the confused and anxious eyes of his apprentice.

Arthur looked at Tesme's movements, changed his posture and propped his chin, and rarely laughed out loud.

"You want me to guess for myself, old Tesmee?"

Tesmi didn't reply, but the old dwarf's mouth hidden in his beard obviously pulled a smile.

"Let me think about it... things that are so important that we must report back to the king should have nothing to do with the current situation of our team. Judging by the speed, it should be the news that the dwarf wizard, the elf priest and the human astrologer first obtained through their respective secret methods... "The more Arthur counted the conditions, the uglier his face became, and finally he lost his smile completely.

And Ou Fang also felt chills on his body - he didn't know much about the various situations and secret forces in the three races, but looking at the conditions Arthur summed up one by one, he was already a very keen dwarf craftsman. I vaguely felt that something terrible was happening.

"...Damn it! Tell me, Tesmi: Are the children of the three clans missing in large numbers, or the goblins have reappeared in the territory of the three clans!"

"It's the disappearance of the children." The old dwarf finally finished the glass of beer, but his voice was as dry and hoarse as if he hadn't drunk water for three days. "Arthur, that's good news, isn't it?"

"Yeah... It's better than the goblins appearing..." Arthur slumped on the soft chair, reluctantly showing an expression that seemed to be crying or laughing. "Maybe we still have time...but we must hurry!"

"I know." Tesmi poured himself another glass of beer. "I've already told Murja, and I think she should have sped up her actions."

"We always have to work hard to see if we can arrive while we are still vulnerable."

Having lived for nearly 150 years, the old wizard who had experienced countless things trembled slightly, and vaguely confused the place where his name should be in his words.

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The architecture of the Cistercian was the usual way of building a human fortress before the Second War: a huge castle surrounded by fields and woods.The castle was divided into an inner castle and an outer castle. The inner castle lived in the lord of the fief, his family and a few cronies; the outer castle lived in soldiers, merchants and some people who did not engage in farming.

Although Arthur didn't like this kind of planning method that seemed completely impossible to develop after the Second War, it is obvious that the human prince respected his mother's wishes here, even if it made Sisdhang become more and more remote and tasteless Nor did it redesign its architecture to make it look like a decent city in a manor.

Of course, this should also have something to do with Sisdehang being too young...

But who knows?

As long as the people living here are not dissatisfied with such a plan, it is enough, and the people in Sisdehang are obviously very satisfied with such an urban plan.

You know, compared to those architectural plans that can keep expanding the city outwards but don't look so easy to defend, the residents of Siddham obviously appreciate the Siddhamburg more. It seems that the elves are not easy to fight. Come in' the castle.And as residents of a city where the dread elves have come in to slaughter the city again, they are not only satisfied with such a sturdy castle, but also desperately want to live closer to the inner castle.

So Nelson has always been very proud of his ability to open a tavern in a place between the inner castle and the outer castle.

——This is the feat obtained by Duke Carmeri in killing elves, and it is also a proof that he is respected in Sisdron!

It was precisely because of such pride that the two elves who had recently lived in the inner castle were more of an eyesore to Nelson than anything else.

So when the soldiers brought by the Duke of Galmery came to the "senior" for help, and they wanted to deal with the elf who dared to confuse the prince and live in Sisdhanne Castle, Nelson agreed of course. up.

The two knights tricked the elf into Old Nelson's tavern, and then Nelson poured some medicine into the drink the elf asked for, and took the elf to the back of the tavern after the elf was stunned, and enjoyed the elf. She - what a smooth process?And who would suspect that an elf disappeared in old Nelson's fair and clean tavern?Who didn't know elves don't drink?

As for finding a place to live?

ha!That's a guy who lives in the inner castle!

Nelson proudly repeated in his mind the plan the two knights had given him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked up and down at the elf girl who walked into the tavern.

Murjia randomly found a dark corner in the tavern and sat down, and asked the waiter who came by for a glass of ale.

After throwing off Lancelot, she deliberately pretended to be looking for him and was 'guided' to come here.Although I feel a little guilty, after all, if the future first knight of mankind is always by my side, no matter how loyal Igmail's men are, I'm afraid they won't have the guts to take the risk of offending the most trusted person of the future king to deal with him. My sweetheart is a rigger.

However, the information obtained by Old Tesmi and Lost really forced her to lure the people hiding in the team to do it - the next step for the goblins to get a large number of children is to pollute the spears with the pure blood of the children , using the power of the spear Luenger to resurrect the Lord of Darkness—in order to catch up with the time when the spear has not been completely lost, they must at least find an excuse to throw off Duke Jialmeli and his party and enter the wasteland in these two days!

As for Lancelot's current mood...

——I just hope Lost can lure him here as soon as possible, lest he worry for too long...

The elf girl thought apologetically, bit her lower lip unconsciously.

Bang!

A large glass of ale was slammed heavily in front of Murjia, the elf raised his eyes and glanced lightly, and saw a middle-aged man with an indifferent and malicious expression.

—This is the guy who just sat behind the bar.

It's not surprising that the man looked indifferently and maliciously at Murjia, after all Sith Dehang never welcomed any elves after the Second War.but……

What she noticed just now, the really malicious staring at her, seemed to come from this person.

Murjia looked away, but there was still no expression on his face.Then Murjia picked up the cup and took a sip of the beer.

Several flavors Murja was familiar with when he was a child living in the Forest of Ithion rose up under the strong taste of ale.

— Mandala,  …

She probably guessed what Queen Igmail's subordinates were going to do.

Murjia pursed his lips slightly, but at the next moment he simply raised his head and took a gulp of ale for himself.

"Where is my sister?"

Lost aggressively blocked the knight who was rushing to the steeple on the castle. The originally small short staff stretched out for no reason, blocking Lancelot's way across the entire way.

"Lost?" The young knight looked at the angry elf priest in bewilderment, his sky-blue eyes were full of puzzlement, "Murjia isn't by your side? I was still looking for..."

"She came to see you at twelve o'clock! It was still dark at that time!"

Leinster's expression was clearly extremely anxious, and even as the elf's voice rose, the short staff in his hand began to burst out irregular arcs of various colors.

"She came looking for you, now you tell me you don't even know where my sister is?!"

Who believes?

These two words were clearly written on Leinster's face.

But another sentence suddenly came out of Lancelot's ear.

'The action on my sister's side has already started, if you don't want her to be really unlucky, you should act quickly--the tavern between the inner and outer castles! '

--what?

Lost obviously didn't expect Lancelot to be stunned, and the elf's slender eyebrows immediately knit together.

'I said hurry up!go now! '

"What did you say?"

A third voice cut in.

Lancelot was so startled that he immediately turned his head to look, and the first thing he saw was a very familiar face——

"Teacher Carmeli?"