Theresa stopped, and the footsteps behind her came to a halt, and the man's breathing rose and fell uneasily. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Thank you. Teresa turned her head and said to Kenrico calmly, in the same tone as ever, as calm as it was almost indifferent.

Kenriko stood a little cramped, his hands tightly wrung behind his back. The wound on his chest had not yet healed, and the traces of bandages could be faintly seen under the proper dress, and looking at Teresa's beautiful but cold face, he only felt that the wound that had been pierced by the commander began to ache faintly again, but the pain did not come from the flesh, but from a deeper spiritual well. The so-called heart-wrenching, but that's it, right? He thought with some frustration. However, he did not express these negative emotions, but owed slightly: "Goodbye, then, Miss Elfwan." ”

"Goodbye, may the radiance and admonitions of the Goddess of Order always be with you." Teresa said, a very formulaic response, but it still gave Kenrico a small look of joy in his eyes. He watched as the figure in the plain black nun robe walked into the Elfwan family's hall, and it wasn't until the door closed that Kenriko turned his back and sighed softly.

When Teresa came to the door and informed him that he was going with her to the north, he was doing recovery training, and at that moment he was so excited that his wound almost burst open, and if it weren't for the captain of the guard, Gordon, who quietly flashed out from behind Teresa, and poured a basin of cold water in time, telling him that this was the will of His Majesty, Kenrico should be lying in the royal hospital now, instead of being able to escort Teresa back to the guild hall. It's just that along the way, his communication with Teresa is limited to the previous few lines of dialogue that are not salty or light. Kenrico could feel the alienation of the nuns of hell, the alienation of all men in Sarrion equally. That's when he became jealous of Griff, the young Marions cavalry captain. But how does he shake the place of an old man in Teresa's heart? This seems to be an unsolvable proposition in love, and this proposition is now haunting Kenrico, even though he knows that he will have a lot of time to spend with Teresa on the next trip to the North, but he still has no clue about it.

Teresa returned to her room and pulled out a black suitcase from under the bed. In the center of the lid is engraved a gilded sword and shield coat of arms, and a pair of soaring wings can be faintly seen on both sides. Teresa's hand gently brushed the surface of the black skin, her thumb pushed against the closed copper buckle, the lid of the box was lifted high, and the cold light of the steel tempered overflowed into this small space.

Twelve black keys were neatly placed inside the chest, and the inky black handle was lined with pure white satin, as their name suggests, the black keys that played the killing chapter on the piano, elegant and deadly. Hidden in the mezzanine of the chest is a standard bayonet sword reserved for the Blackwing Monk, with a uniform and delicate name: Beeman. Simply touch the mechanism on the inside of the box's handle with your fingertips, and the hilt of the bee will pop out on its own. The Blackwing Monk's combat style is to fire black keys in a volley of short and medium ranges, and to fight the enemy with a bee ray at close range. While the Blackwings' performance as a regular army on a battlefield of the size of a major battle is unremarkable, their harvesting efficiency when operating as a hunting squad would strike fear into the hearts of all heretics. The Sisters of Hell were undoubtedly the best headhunters among the Blackwing Monks, and the black keys of their heavy crossbows had pierced the hearts of many Death Knights, and their proud armor did not protect them in the slightest.

Teresa carefully examined the condition of each black key, until she was sure that their edges were as sharp as ever, before inserting them into her belt. This black suitcase is standard for the Blackwing Monk - both a standard and a symbol, and it is impossible for her to walk the North with a suitcase in a grand manner, which is tantamount to holding a torch high in the dark wasteland, which will not only attract the Icewolf's malicious eyes, but also alarm the treacherous fox that has been dormant in the snow for many years. The bee was also taken out of the mezzanine, and Teresa paused briefly as she grasped the hilt of her sword, her eyes that had been distracted briefly glowed, and her stiff and frozen face gradually softened.

A line of small characters is crookedly engraved on the hilt of the sword, and the pen is like a deformed and growing branch, and it looks like an earthworm that has been stepped on, and there is no beauty at all. Fortunately, I can barely read the inscription: a gift for Teresa - the only girl I love deeply. The inscription was already the end of the hilt of the sword, so the giver's payment was reluctantly huddled together: Griff Naldo.

"I'll leave tomorrow to Livingston." Teresa whispered, as if a spirit were sleeping in the hilt of her sword, and she did not want to disturb, "You used to want to hunt an ice bear for your father, hanging its head on the walls of the castle and spreading its fur in the banquet hall. I'll do it. Father is still in good health, you don't have to worry; Brother Forsette hadn't been back to Marions for a long time, because no one had snuck out with him for a drink in the middle of the night; Kia has gone out to be an adventurer, and you don't have to worry about him soaking up in the Great Library as a lifeless old pedant. The corners of her mouth barely pulled into a smile, "As for me, I've never had a good time." ”

There was a sudden knock on the door, accompanied by the voice of Duke Elfwan: "May I come in?" ”

Teresa was still holding her sword and didn't raise her head, but the frost covered her face again: "Please come in, father." ”

Duke Elfwan pushed the door in, saw the stabbing sword in Teresa's hand at a glance, sighed lightly, and looked away: "Are you okay?" ”

"Father doesn't have to worry." Teresa whispered, stabbing her sword into its scabbard and strapping it around her waist, "What's the matter?" ”

"This time I went to the north, and I was more cautious. And ......" Duke Elfwan hesitated for a moment, then turned back to close the door, "I want to talk to you about Kenrico." ”

"......" Theresa was silent, just turning her head away, her resistance to the topic was obvious. Duke Elfwan was accustomed to Teresa's attitude, and sighed: "I'm not trying to match you, I've always supported your choice. If you're not interested in that young man all the time, that's not a big deal. Not even His Majesty could force my daughter to do anything. ”

"Thank you, father." Teresa said calmly, "Is there anything else Father has to say?" ”

"Hmm...... It's not all about Kenrico, but I want to talk to my daughter about feelings as a father. Duke Elfwan smiled wearily, "Would you like to take a moment to listen to me?" ”

“…… I'm listening. ”