Female Knight and Male Princess

Lan Weiwei pushed open the open door, and Taylor sat by the window. The cold moonlight came in, setting a silver outline for his beautiful silhouette.

"Taylor." Lan Weiwei said to break the peace of the room, but she didn't know what to say, so she could only walk to Taylor in silence.

"Worry about me?" Taylor smiled, "It's okay."

Is it really okay? The scene that caused an uproar in the daytime still appeared in front of Lan Weiwei's eyes. Although someone soon pulled Luna away, the crowd quickly discussed the rumor.

The rebellious speech that is regarded as blasphemous in normal days has evolved into a frightening message due to a disaster that has not been seen in a century. Matthew and Vincent returned to the carriage with grim faces, and they obviously heard the content of the rumors.

Orville looked slumped: "His Royal Highness, this is what I want to say. Daniel is investigating the source of the rumors, and will send it to me as soon as there is news."

Tyler was neither angry nor anxious. "I see." After he answered faintly, he turned and walked into the carriage.

In such a state, how could Lan Weiwei not worry about it.

"The rumors spread so quickly, there must be someone behind the scenes." Lan Weiwei also traveled from the information society, knowing some methods too well, "Maybe Garcia did it."

"It won't be him." Taylor vetoed it without thinking about it. "Garcia does not have so many people to mobilize in West. If you want to spread rumors among the crowd, it is impossible to rely on people in black."

"Who would it be?"

"It doesn't matter who it is." Taylor turned and looked at Lan Weiwei, "The rumor that the saint is fake, they are right."

"Eh?!" Lan Weiwei was taken aback, "Why, why? Then aren't we going to destroy the Abyssal Altar?"

"Do you believe that I am a fake saint?" Taylor said without waiting for Lan Weiwei to answer, "I am a real saint, and this was recognized by the Slate Oracle. But who knows, maybe even Slate God The enactments are all false."

"Taylor." Lan Weiwei thought for a while, and shook Taylor's hand, "I believe you are real."

The expression on Taylor's face was extremely soft. Instead of holding Lan Weiwei back, he let his hand quietly lie in the girl's palm.

"Except for me and the first saint Margaret, all the other saints are fake." The royal family and the temple hid the secret for three hundred years, so he said it gently and skillfully, "We deceived." It has been a god, and it has been hundreds of years, but Moore has now lowered the punishment." He sneered, "It's ridiculous."

Lan Weiwei was surprised and puzzled: "Then, what is the current natural disaster?"

"The goddess will finally come, and it is in charge of the will of God. The dense forest opens, the abyss is boiling, the past is the future, the future is the past. It is supreme, it transcends everything, it comes from a distance, it disappears in the long night." Taylor Qing Slowly recite, "This is the content of the oracle. The arrival of the goddess is the birth of the saint. The dense forest opens and the abyss is boiling, which represents the expansion of dark power. Have you seen that stone slab in the temple? That is Ma What Grete left behind, the end of the Battle of the Fire Kite does not mean the end of the war. Black and white will always be antagonistic enemies."

Lan Weiwei silently recalled the content of the oracle: "The past is the future, and the future is the past. Does this mean that there will be things like the Battle of the Fire Kite in the future? I was about to move again, so it was'Deep Cave Open'. And only the saints can defeat them, so it is the'Goddess will come'. The third sentence..."

"The implicit meaning of the third sentence has never been definitive. Some people say it refers to the saint, while others say it refers to the **** Moore." Tyler recalled, "After Margaret died, the slate was dimmed. Going down, and never lit up. In order to maintain the unreliable people's hearts at the time, the temple could only select a fake saint with the Leon family. Once the lie is spoken, it cannot be taken back."

With such fear of not knowing when the disaster will come, people who know the truth pray. Pray that the light will come again, and Moore will give them a true saint.

"The female officer next to me used to say that the day the slate was re-lit, everyone in the temple was so excited that they were almost crazy." There was a misty look on Taylor's face, "That day was the day I was born. There is a sister."

This is the first time Taylor talked about his deceased sister in front of Lan Weiwei. He stopped, seeming to be reminiscing.

"My sister was only born a moment earlier than me. When she landed, the slate lit up, for the first time in 300 years." Taylor had never seen the cheers and ecstasy at that time. He only heard the words of the people around him, and then sketched the joyous and cold scene in his mind over and over again.

"But in the middle of the night, my sister died suddenly. Before it even came to announce the news of our birth, my sister died."

What was the scene at that time? No one was talking about this in front of Taylor. This period of secretive time was heavily stuffed into the ashes of the years.

"But the slate did not go dark. The saint died, but the oracle still remains." Taylor asked softly, "What does this mean, do you know?"

"...It means that another child born is also a saint."

"My sister and I have the same name, the same appearance, and the same identity. Mocks told me that the death of my sister was Moore's will. Because the gods will not send two saints at the same time, and the one that survives is the one who was really killed. Selected. But my mother doesn't think so. She thinks I killed my sister." Taylor thought it would take a lot of courage to say this, but he didn't know why, so he said it easily.

"She hates me and thinks that I killed my sister." He repeated gently, "It may be correct to say that, because I live in place of my sister. The queen gave birth to a pair of twins, but the little prince was unfortunate. Only the little princess was left." Taylor's hand trembled slightly. He tried to pull it out, but was held tightly by Lan Weiwei. "Sometimes I really think that if it was me who died, it would be fine. NS."

In countless silent nights, desperate thoughts entangled him tightly. Life, honor, status, these things can't bring him a bit of happiness, they all become shackles, and he can't breathe.

"Taylor, come with me." Lan Weiwei desperately held back her tears, "When the matter is over, go back with me. The duty of the saint is over at that time, isn't it? My house has two rooms, and we are alone. one."

Taylor couldn't help touching the girl's head: "Then I want the bigger one."

"Yeah." Lan Weiwei sniffed vigorously. "In fact, both rooms are quite small." As if afraid that Taylor would go back, Lan Weiwei hurriedly added, "But I promise you will live comfortably." Think about it. For the princess who has velvet quilts everywhere, the duvets don’t seem to be too comfortable.

"We have air-conditioning and it will never get hot in summer." Lan Weiwei believes that this condition should attract Taylor, and she continues to rack her brains to think of something that can impress Taylor, "There is also a refrigerator, and an ice system. Magical food is almost the same, but the effect is great. Uh, there is, there is..."

It seems that no matter how you think about it, you can't think of anything tall. Lan Weiwei couldn't help getting frustrated: "Forget it, the ordinary community and the palace are not comparable at all. In short, you must not dislike it, you must go back with me. "The warm feeling filled Taylor's whole body, and the desperate thoughts It won't appear anymore. This was the first time, he was very thankful that he was the one who survived.

"This princess agrees." He held Lan Weiwei's hand back and opened a proud smile, "Remember to clean up the house."

What rumors, what disasters, are not important. Even though there are still many mysteries circling in his mind, Grayer's manuscript, Jason's inexplicable last words, the third sentence in the oracle...this journey, which was originally difficult, is now becoming more and more unknown.

But what does it matter? I only need this person.

The white bird fluttered into the house and turned into a paper crane in Daniel's hand. The man quickly unfolded the note, and the handwriting on the paper made him sigh heavily. The Lord Saint still knew about the rumors, although she didn't blame her for not doing things well, it still made the priests who had always regarded honor duties as their lives anxious.

There are more and more disasters happening throughout the empire, and the turbulent situation seems to be looming. As the rumors spread, while the people's minds were unstable, even the number of rapists increased. Fortunately, this is only a small area, including several large territories such as the Royal Domain, the Kingdom of Francis, and the Duchy of Transcy. Most people still sneer at the rumors.

The most serious situation is the northern lands. The cities on the border have always been outside the empire. It is the Kingdom of Herron that has made Daniel more alert. The Proust family is quite ambitious, but in view of their powerful military power and the precarious terrain in the kingdom, the royal family has always turned a blind eye to the various uncooperative behaviors of the Kingdom of Herron.

With the existence of the saint, a figure with a transcendent status, the rule of the Wecides family is not likely to be shaken. However, the appearance of rumors tilted the balance. Imagine that if the saint was identified as a fake, the majesty of the royal family and the temple would disappear. This is a godsend for the Proust family. It happens that disasters happen frequently today, and the content of the rumors is confirmed.

Is the disaster once in three hundred years inevitable after all?

Daniel picked up the pile of intelligence on the table, and there seemed to be a lot about the Kingdom of Herron.

"Abel's actions are quite a lot." He looked carefully, and there were many signs showing that there was the shadow of Bachelor Anderson behind the rumors. This respected old man seemed to be deeply involved.

"Huh?" A strange piece of information caught Daniel's attention. In June, Xuecheng issued a wanted order, which was originally just an ordinary wanted order. But after the city patrol team searched the entire city and failed, the royal family even ordered the lockdown of Xuecheng and surrounding towns. The blockade continued to expand, but after four days of blockade, due to public opposition, the blockade order was cancelled.

What kind of wanted criminal is it worth blocking the entire kingdom?

Daniel pondered for a moment, then raised his voice to call his attendant: "Go and check the wanted man in Helen. Remember, you must check carefully."

The attendant walked away, and Daniel's gaze fell on the slip of paper that Orville passed. He crumpled the slip of paper and threw it out the window. The ball of paper once again turned into a paper crane in mid-air, and then a flame ignited out of thin air, burning the little white crane to ashes.

The author has something to say: Now every time I post an article, I have to check for sensitive words, so tired, I won’t love it anymore ＿(：3」∠)＿