The next morning, before the morning mist had lifted, Fitnair was already on her way to the church—sitting in the carriage provided by Misse, leaning against the wall of the carriage and closing her eyes—as if she had not been asleep. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Fitney has never liked his lack of sleep, and most of the time he has to do it.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped.

"What happened?" Fitney didn't open his eyes.

Elliott's voice rang out from outside the carriage: "There's a drunkard. ”

Fitnair opened her eyes slowly, and when she looked out the window, she saw a man lying in the middle of the road, and Dick had stepped out of the carriage to pick up the ragged drunkard.

The drunkard was still holding a bottle in his hand.

He was dragged away by Dick by the collar—perhaps in a rude manner, the drunkard opened his eyes—and he met Fitney's eyes in a daze.

"Hah...... Aristocrat...... I'm also a nobleman...... Let me get in the carriage! Hahaha! After a while, the drunkard burst out laughing. It's disgusting—Fitney's face is expressionless.

"Actually, he's right." Elliott said suddenly.

"You know him?"

"Well, if I remember correctly, his name was Upton." Elliott said.

"Oh?" The corners of Fitney's mouth curled into a casual smile.

It was just a small episode, and when Dick returned, the carriage continued to move, and soon they came to the church, with its towering, pointed roof, aged statues, and faded colors on the walls. The main entrance was open, and the doorway was covered with a red carpet that extended into the street.

Fitnair stepped out of the carriage and wore the same outfit she had worn for the Awakening ceremony six years ago, time had not left a mark on her slender body and pale countenance, except that she had grown taller and made her more suitable for this calm outfit - she stepped out of the carriage, took a black cane that Elliott had given her, and walked into the church.

The windows in the church with flying buttresses are wide open, more painted in the Word of God, and two rows of seats extend to the high platform at the end—unlike the church where Fitney attended the Awakening, when she was in an older church with a platform in the center.

At this time, there seems to be no one else, and the light falls on the church floor through the stained glass, and is therefore colored.

Fettnay made his way to the front and found that the high platform was surrounded by calendula, the kind of flower that heralded holiness and gazed silently at everything around him.

"Do you think those flowers are pretty?" Fettnay turned his head and found a man in a trench coat and hat sitting in the first row of chairs, because he happened to have a pillar behind him, so he didn't notice him just now—his voice was hoarse as he spoke.

"Holy flowers." Fitney was silent for a moment before speaking.

"Holy place, holy flower, ha." The man said again, then lowered his head and remained silent.

Fitney didn't know the man.

Fitney found Lucy in the room behind the raised platform - and after being allowed to enter the room, Fitney saw that the girl sitting at the dresser did not seem to be sleeping well.

"What's wrong with you?" Fitney walked over to her.

"Ah, it's you." Seeing Fitney, Lucy whispered, "I had a nightmare. ”

"And how do you feel now?"

"I dreamed that something would happen, that the darkness would break through the light and engulf the light." Lucy closed her eyes, frowned, and recalled the dream, "My grandmother didn't like to talk to anyone, but strangely enough, she liked me very much—I heard that she didn't even have a good relationship with my mother. ”

Fitney didn't know why Lucy would suddenly say something irrelevant.

"My grandmother said that because I, like her, would have some weird dreams." Lucy paused, and said no more.

Fitney stood silently and said nothing, and as Lucy finished her preparations, the church staff came in and asked Fitney to go out and wait.

"Aven." Fitnair nodded, and as she walked out, she felt someone take her hand, and when she turned her head, she saw Lucy's face.

"What's wrong?" Fitney was stunned.

"Believe what I just said, those things are hard to believe - I always feel like something is going to happen." Lucy whispered in her ear.

Fitnair glanced at the servants who were not far away, then at Lucy, and reached out to help her get the broken hair from her ear behind her ear, and said, "Yes, I believe you, but you don't need to tell anyone else about it." ”

Lucy breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

Through the dream prophecy - Fitney remembered the Abergs. It is hard to believe that there was some Aberg blood mixed in the Middlerus family.

"The Finley family?" Elliot paused at the mention of this matter, "The traditional aristocratic families of the Luther Kingdom are generally not Abergs, because I don't think there will be anyone who deliberately lives in the soil of hatred of themselves, even if it is disguise, it is meaningless. But to say Taylor? It's really possible that Finley was a commoner, and when she married into the Finley family, there was a lot of controversy among the nobles. ”

"You know what happened decades ago?" Fettnay returned to the hall of the church, where he was talking to Elliott about what had just happened.

"Didn't you ask me to look things up lately? I just knew about it by accident. The aristocrats did not look like they were keeping these things a secret. Elliott said.

Fitney pondered for a moment.

"Misse is coming." Elliott said suddenly.

Fettnay looked up and saw the king enter the church, and she was standing not far from the doorway, and she did not react at this time, but turned her head to find a corner.

Elliott knew why she was doing this, and was going to retreat like she did—Misser was among the people who followed? Ansendil, most likely, was one of the reasons why Fitney didn't want to face those people.

"Miss Aven." But to Fitney's surprise, someone called out to her - and the voice came from Eddard.

"You left early, I heard you went out last night?" Misse only noticed Fitney at this time, and he walked over and said, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Who the hell is she?" Before Fitney could figure out what to say, another voice interrupted him, and Daisy followed Eddard, looking at Fatney's unfriendly eyes.

Fitney didn't know where this unfriendliness came from.

"She's Aven? Freton, this year's Virgin Sibu. Mises paused and said to her.

"Of course I do, I mean who the hell she is, I've never heard of the Freyton family!" Daisy's voice raised a little.