。 During the ceremony, the lord of Thranburg would carry a large brass basin and walk out of the low **** of the throne hall. The copper basin contained the hot and smoking goat's blood, half of which he had to sprinkle on the foot of the black tombstone that was still standing, and the other half on whatever had been poured. The toppled tombstones are embedded in the rock dust, stained with the blood of the sheep sacrificed over the centuries. Vanessa wandered among the black rocks, trying to figure out what was carved on it, for the morning light was slanting, and the faint bumps and dents on the rock were more prominent. Otherwise, she sat among the tombstones and looked out over the mountains to the west, overlooking the roofs and walls of the mausoleum below, watching the first waves of morning movement around the big house and the guards' quarters, and watching the sheep and the mountains being driven away to the grassy river. In the tombstone area, even in the midday heat of this midsummer country, there is still a feeling of coldness.

"Who?" With a loud shout, Brandt's longsword suddenly unsheathed. Where the tip of the sword was pointing, a golden head was half-exposed.

"Don't, don't kill me, I'm just passing by." The blonde woman raised her hands in the air.

Brant gasped and exhaled a heartfelt exclamation: "It's so beautiful!" ”

Vanessa followed the prestige.

The girl was short in stature, about the same age as herself, but on the contrary of her own slenderness and sturdiness, she was a little fat, with an unnatural smile on her face, a wide body, a fat waist, a plump chest, and a thick golden curl against a red round face, small lips and a pair of shy brown eyes. Looking at her dress, she was just an ordinary peasant girl, and Vanessa didn't understand where Brant's compliment came from, maybe it was the inferior ruby that missing a corner of her neck?

More than one person proved that Vanessa had underestimated the beauty of the girl opposite, and even the summer knights she had brought with her exclaimed, and they gathered over to the girl, marveling at her beauty, completely ignoring the princess's existence.

What's going on?

"Who are you?" Vanessa struggled to make herself look polite.

"My name is Helen, Your Highness the Princess." The round-faced girl replied shyly, even more unnaturally, "I am a farmer's daughter, and I have no surname or title. ”

What is the name of the world's first beauty in ancient legends? Vanessa looked at the "beauty" again in disbelief, but could not associate her with the word beauty in any way.

"Why are you alone in this desolate place, your family?" The midsummer knights gathered around and asked questions affectionately, and Vanessa had to keep her voice up to the maximum.

"I'd like to talk to you alone." Helen rubbed her hands together, her oil-stained skirt had been wrinkled by her, and it seemed that she had been waiting here for a long time.

The knights, who should have spoken out against it at this time, all looked at Vanessa expectantly, as if they wanted to fulfill the wish of this "beauty" now, so that they could kiss Fangze. The princess sighed inwardly, wondering what kind of magic they had fallen for this girl, but she was the only one who was fine. In this case, it is better to expose her to her face and see what tricks she can use.

Vanessa and Helen walked to the entrance to the cemetery, where it was quiet and no one would hear what they said. Helen curtsied to the princess, "Your Highness, I know you must be very confused now as to why your knights are looking at me like that. It's my magic - to become a peerless beauty in the eyes of the opposite sex. She looked at Vanessa's face uneasily, her hands together were rubbed tighter, and the joints of her fingers began to redden, "I beg your pardon, because you are the real peerless beauty, I, I don't know what to say......"

"Don't be nervous," Vanessa took Helen's hand, "say what you want to say." ”

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