Alan was startled, kicked on the desk, and pushed the desk with huge force and hit Victoria's body, Victoria was suddenly knocked away from the ground with an unsteady footing, and took a few steps back against the wall.

Alan quickly stepped forward and grabbed Victoria's wrist and twisted it. Victoria was in pain and could only let go of her hand. The knife fell feebly from the air and smashed into the wooden floor.

Alan grabbed Victoria's wrist and yelled, "Calm down!"

I don't know if Victoria was hurt by Alan, or if she was extremely ashamed of her powerlessness. At this time, Victoria's originally hideous face was only soft and sad. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and at this time she was no longer the church messenger who calculated politics and interests in Alan's impression, but a simple little girl who was sad about the loss of her father.

Victoria screamed in pain, "Why are you doing this! Why do you do this to me! Gavin killed my father, but you let him go!"

"It's all you! It's all you! My father wouldn't have died without you!" Victoria thumped Alan with both hands. But how much strength can a young girl have?

Alan grabbed Victoria's hands, looked directly into Victoria's emerald eyes and said, "You're wrong! It's not just me, not just Gavin, it's the church, it's yourself!"

"Nope! Impossible! How could I kill my father!" Victoria shouted in disbelief.

Alan also yelled at Victoria, "Wake up! This has happened, if you want to blame, blame the world! In this barbaric world, none of us are innocent, and the sins of this world are inseparable from us! If it weren't for the feud between Charles II and King Paul, would there have been this war? If it weren't for the greed of the church, how could it meddle in this strife!"

"Can you help me kill Gavin?" Victoria clutched Allen's sleeve tightly, "If you can defeat Gavin, you will definitely be able to kill him!" You want to deal with the church, right? I can give you information and give you a lot of secrets that you don't know. As long as you kill Gavin. How?"

Allen's heart moved, as if he was moved by Victoria's condition. Eventually, however, he refused, "You know I can't do it. Why don't you go and ask your church?"

Victoria smiled miserably: "Church? The church where I lived for 10 years was nothing more than a field of intrigue and self-interest, and all the people in it were villains who only knew that they were interested in profit, and they were self-interested! My father is dead, and the Justs family is completely finished in the Moslian Empire. Who else will take my words seriously?"

Alan looked at Victoria, who was no longer domineering, and completely felt the helplessness and panic in her heart. For Victoria, who was sent to church by Duke Justter since she was a child, a six-year-old girl, what did she rely on to support herself in that cold convent? The only thing she can rely on is Duke Just's need for her. Her father needed her to unite with the church. That's why she was willing, willing to stay in that cold and ascetic monastery for the sake of her most important father.

Now that my father has died, he has not only lost his most important relative, but also threatened his own existence. Originally, Duke Justter needed her, and the church needed her. Now that she is an outcast, she finds that her existence has lost its meaning, so where is she going?

Victoria was just a sixteen-year-old girl.

Thinking of this, Alan gently put his hand on Victoria's head and slowly stroked the blonde hair that was no longer dazzling. With his right hand, he gently wiped away Victoria's tears.

"Why do you all do this to me? Why? Am I doing something wrong?" Victoria looked down and muttered to herself.

Alan looked at the heartbroken Victoria and said slowly: "You are not wrong, it is the world that is wrong."

Victoria grabbed Alan's clothes as if she had grasped a life-saving straw and asked, "Is it really not my fault?"

"It's not your fault." Alan replied in the affirmative.

Victoria seemed to let go of the troubles in her heart, and said to herself with a sense of relief: "That's good, it's not my fault, it's not my fault."

At this time, Victoria was like a little girl who was afraid of being punished, so she could only hide in the corner and tremble alone.

The monastery may seem to many people to be a sacred place, and the nuns inside are compassionate angels. But people only saw it on the outside, and Alan himself knew that in medieval monasteries, in fact, there were strict dogmas and hierarchies. The nuns are tormented by the hard life and the dogma against humanity, and only a very few survive and keep a pure heart. And those who can't hold on have become church machines without human ****.

Alan helped Victoria wipe away the tears from her face and said softly, "Go home, Elizabeth is still waiting for you."

"Elizabeth?" Victoria was stunned when she heard the name, and her eyes gradually returned to clarity.

Alan saw that Elizabeth was effective for Victoria, and then said: "Yes, Elizabeth must be lonely and scared at this time, she needs you at this time."

Victoria listened to Alan's words, gradually stopped crying, and looked up. Only then did she realize that she and Eren were so close to each other that Alan's breath could even hit her in the face.

Victoria panicked and hurriedly retreated, but there was a wall behind her, and there was no way to retreat. In desperation, Victoria pushed Alan away, walked a few quick steps to the door, and reached out and grabbed the doorknob. But then she stopped. I saw Victoria turn to look at Alan and say, "Are you just going to let me go?" Even if you let me go, I won't be grateful to you, and I will avenge my father!"

Alan gently bent over his right hand on his chest, and his left hand behind his back, a standard aristocratic salute. When he was done, he smiled and said, "Alan Ouranos will always be waiting for Miss Victoria."

Hum! Victoria snorted, tweaked her freshly crumpled clothes, and brushed her hair.

Pushing open the door of the study, the Templar Knight, who was waiting outside, hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Lord Victoria, are you not injured?"

Victoria snorted coldly and said, "I'll talk to the Duke of Ouranos about things, what injuries can I get!"

Victoria turned her head, looked at Alan who walked out of the study, and said with a smile: "Lord Ouranos, I have disturbed you this time, and I ask you to forgive me."

That proud Victoria is back again, Alan sighed in his heart, but said with a smile on his face: "Miss Victoria said that it was an honor."

Victoria gently lifted the wide nun robe, bowed her head and bowed her knees in a slightly jerky aristocratic lady's salute. The Templar beside him looked at Victoria's movements and said in shock, "My lord, what are you ...... ...... is this?"

Victoria ignored the shock of the Templars beside her, and said goodbye to Alan with a smile: "Lord Duke, it's already late at night, and Victoria won't bother anymore, so I'll leave."

"Miss Victoria, please." Alan drops Victoria to the gate of the manor and watches as Victoria steps into the carriage and slowly departs under the escort of the Templars.

There are no clouds tonight, and the bright moonlight is sprinkled all over the earth, and the land is white, so clean!