Tang Zhaozong looked at the onmyoji and black-clothed wizards who were fighting in front of him, and he said to Empress He: These black-clothed wizards really can't make a big deal, he is just a group of frogs at the bottom of the well. ”

Empress He said: "It's a shame that they are still fighting for power and profit with the lord of Fusang, and they don't know that they are dying." ”

The lord of Fuso and the leader of the black-clothed wizard are back and forth on the battlefield, and those onmyoji and black-clothed wizards and their puppets have fought to the point of white-hot.

Following the lord of Fuso, in addition to the onmyoji, there were also a large number of samurai, all of whom were armed with katanas and long swords, and the puppets of these mermaid black-clad wizards stood in a group.

At this time, in the yellow sand in the distance, in the vast hinterland of Oceania, there were bursts of dust, and this was an army that had never appeared on the land of Oceania.

The leaders were Tang Zhangwei and Bai Cunxiao, and Bai Cunxiao stabbed a puppet named Zhang Jinlin with a chill.

The leader of the black wizards shouted, "Erect a fence to guard against a cavalry raid." ”

However, it was too late, and for a while they had nowhere to find antlers and wood, and even if they did, it was difficult for these puppets under the black wizard to organize an effective defensive formation with instinct.

On impulse, he leaned his face close to the root of her ear and whispered, "I am still willing to marry you." ”

She dodged him. "Marry me?" She exclaimed, her tone mocking, "I'd rather die than marry you, you obnoxious, smug toad!" ”

All the knights grinned, and several servants snickered. William's face flushed.

Mother suddenly stepped forward and slapped Alena in the mouth. Bartholomew made a move to protect her, but the knights held him back. "Shut up," said the mother to Alena, "you are no longer a noble lord—you are the daughter of a rebel, and you will soon starve." Now you are no longer worthy of my son. Get out of my way, and don't say a word. ”

Alena walked away. William let go of her arm, and she followed behind her father. William looked at her back and realized that the sweetness of revenge had become bitter in his mouth.

Jack thought she was a real heroine, like a princess in a poem. He watched her walk up the stairs with her head held high, his heart filled with awe. The hall was silent until her figure was gone. As she went, it was like a light gradually going out. Jack looked at where she had just stood.

A knight came up to him and said, "Who is the cook?" ”

The cook was too frightened to speak, but someone else pointed out him.

They all flocked to the gate. Jack's mother took his hand, and Tom took Martha and Alfred close to them. They were all wearing their own cloaks, and they had nothing but clothes and knives. They followed the flow of people down the steps, crossed the wooden bridge, crossed the lower courtyard, passed the gatehouse, stepped past the useless gate, and left the castle without stopping. As they stepped off the wooden bridge and onto the fields outside the trench, the tension was like a broken string, and everyone began to excitedly and loudly talk about what had happened to them. Jack listened boredly as he walked forward. Everyone is reminiscing about how brave they were. He didn't show bravery - he just ran away.

Alena was the only one who showed bravery. When she entered the main building and found it not only unsafe but also a trap, she immediately took responsibility to the servants and children, telling them to sit down, to be quiet, and to avoid those who were fighting; She also appeared fearless by shouting at her enemies as Hamley's men mistreated their captives and raised her sword to threaten unarmed men and women.

His mother stroked his hair. "What are you thinking?"

"I wonder what will happen to that princess."

She understood what he meant. "Lord Alena."

"She is like the princess who lives in the castle as the poem says, but the knight is not as noble as the poem says."

"You're right," said the mother melancholy.

"What will happen to her?"

She shook her head. "I really don't know."

"Her mother is long dead."

"She's going to have a hard time."

"I think so, too." Jack paused, "She laughed at me because I didn't know what was going on with my father. But I still like her. ”

His mother put her arm around him. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my father before."

He touched her hand and accepted her apology. They continued to walk in silence. From time to time, families left the avenue and walked through the fields towards the homes of relatives and friends, thinking of where to beg for breakfast and what to do next. Most of the people did not disperse until they reached the intersection, some went south, some went north, and some continued to the market town of Xialing. Mother let go of Jack and put a hand on Tom's arm to stop. "Where are we going?" She said.

He was slightly startled when he heard this, as if he expected them all to follow him without asking anything. Jack had noticed many times that his mother often surprised Tom. Maybe his ex-wife was a different kind of person.

"Let's go to King's Bridge Abbey," said Tom.

"Wang Qiao!" The mother seemed shocked. Jack was inexplicable.

Tom didn't notice that. "I heard last night that there was a new vice president there," he added, "and that a new person is usually willing to make some repairs or alterations to the church. ”

"The old vice president is dead?"

"Yes."

The mother was comforted by this news for some reason. She must have known the old vice dean, and didn't like him, Jack thought.

Tom finally heard the displeasure in her tone. "Is there anything wrong with Wang Qiao?" He asked her.

"I've been there. You can't walk in a day. ”

Jack understood that it wasn't the long journey that bothered his mother, but Tom didn't. "Just a little more," he said, "and we'll be there tomorrow at noon." ”

"Okay."

They kept going.

After a while, Jack started to feel a little stomachache. For a moment he didn't know what was going on. He was not injured in the castle, and Alfred did not hit him in the stomach for two days. Eventually, he understood what was going on.

"Go and cook," said the knight, "and take your helper to the kitchen." "The chef picked five or six people out of the crowd. The knight raised his voice, "The rest—all disperse." Leave the castle. Go now, and if it's going to kill you, don't take anything that isn't your own. Our swords are stained with blood, and we can't see it any more. Let's go! ”

(End of chapter)