Sou!

Steel barbed arrows pierced into the trunk of the tree, and the bark curled up, revealing the nature of the rough shell worm.

Birds swoop up and land on the eaves to peer into the beautifully landscaped courtyard.

Cathy Langal brushed back her dark gray shawl curls, the woman who was about to marry the Lord of the Court was known for her flowery eyes and stunning beauty.

The gauze skirt only reached the waist, and the upper body was not worn except for the satin wrap chest.

The designer of the women's lining, who seldom thought about pulling the bow and arrow, stripped off her obstructive garment and honed her skills in this courtyard.

The jade arms are stretched, the breath is even, and the lines are beautiful from the shoulder blades to the wrists.

Call~

The arrow had been resting on the bow for a long time, the strings babbling, beads of sweat pooling on the chin, frowning slightly, and the chest heaving.

She was immersed in the grinding waiting, turning her attention to the sore muscles and forgetting the troubles in her head.

Bang la blah.

There was a grinding sound in the flower bed, and the black cat jumped into sight with a shaky whisker.

Sou!

The arrow pierced through the air and pierced through the cat's body with precision.

But its gait was still graceful, running quickly in the sunlight, leaping onto the table, licking its paws in the walls of books.

The middle-aged lady nudges her glasses, and her hairstyle and lip color have their own charm.

She flipped the page with her little finger, her eyes stayed on the collection of poems by Bealan, and she stretched out her right hand to caress the cat's back, skillfully enjoying the touch without interrupting its cleaning paws.

"You promised to be responsible for the room, I didn't see anything other than the grumpy, did you eat some inferior potion?"

Covered texts and documents fill each varnished wooden shelf, and scrolls and papers are scattered on the floor.

The creature who had caused all this was now untying the knots without hesitation, and the silk lost its pressure, and spread out lightly, and was put on the bench by her.

"I'm in a bad mood."

"Honey, that's not a reason you can shoot an arrow at coffee."

Cathy waited naked, and the middle-aged woman just raised her hand to blow the breeze and dry the sweat droplets on the other party's body.

"What's the matter, the arrow has an inscription engraved on it, and this kind of thing with secret magic can't touch coffee at all."

She crouched down on her knees, also trying to get pleasure from petting the animal, but the gloomy expression made the black cat disgusted and dodged in advance.

"I knew that coffee never liked me, and so did you, and I should pay tribute to you, Chief Advisor Taeganda."

Nakia is a master of occult arts and magic, having served as a royal scholar and visiting professor at Anton Weisen, as well as a theorist to the little princess Cathy.

She had been away from the land for a long time, met Arnold, and settled in Taiganda.

But Cathy and her still have a mother-daughter friendship, so after the incident, the girl who had hugged her and cried in the royal courtyard first thought of coming to Taiganda.

King Langar apparently knew about this, and trusted him, and did not send any army to the area.

Nakia looked down, her gaze from above her glasses to the girl in her dress.

"To be honest, I'm surprised to hear that you're willing to get married, and why would that king agree to the request?"

"I promised it myself."

"You love that lad?"

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Cathy sat down cross-legged and began to review her meditation session, but her mouth was still full of frustration.

"I've never seen that man."

Nagiya's lenses were glowing, and with what she knew about the child, she actually had some kind of bad premonition.

"Tell me, my dear, do you feel like you've grown up and want to carve out a land and become a legendary female lord?"

Cathy's closed eyes twitched.

The female consultant continued to analyze.

"Let me guess, Mr. Langar did not agree, and it happened that some powerful vassal who coveted your beauty proposed marriage."

Cathy was breathing heavily, her meditation had been completely disrupted, her body collapsed, her hands on her knees, her forehead kneaded, as if she was in some kind of distress.

"Hehe, then, you agreed angrily, but soon regretted it, the covenant and the kingdom were completely offended by you, you didn't dare to go home, you could only run to me......"

Cathy quietly looked up, aggrieved like a child who had been exposed for misdeeds, and made eye contact, finding that the former royal scholar had closed the book and taken off his glasses at this moment.

"How many did I guess right?"

Nagia's face was serious.

"Probably, all of them...... Hey, don't put on such a face, haven't I come to ask you for help now? If you hadn't left, I wouldn't have done such a stupid thing! ”

"If I'm still in Anton Weisen, you're supposed to sleep on your stomach right now!"

She paced around the room, already having a plan in her mind, first to find the troubadours who were known for their talent and grace, and to spread the word among the nobles.

It just so happened that Anton Weisen had military activities now, and there was still room for maneuver until the friction was over, and it was a good idea to find a way to break the engagement.

In fact, if King Langar does not approve of this, then Cathy still has the right to change the marriage partner.

"I mean, how did all those wild dogs get here?"

This explains why so many nobles flocked to this athletic meeting around.

They had obviously heard the news, trying in vain to win the hearts of the people at this critical time, and coveting the huge kingdom behind this beautiful face.

"Ma'am, do you know where the arrows are sent for coffee?"

Cathy knew she was in trouble, but she was still within her reach, so she didn't care too much, and now she had picked up her coffee and rummaged around the room, and the confusion got worse.

It wasn't a cat, but some kind of rare spirit left behind, which was rare now.

This creature has a good alchemy catalyst in its body, it is a myth that comes out of the mystery, and like those who are allergic to magic, it belongs to a special physique.

They have the talent to perceive the occult and never be hurt by it, and they play simpler manipulations and tricks better than some apprentices.

The folk list the black cat as a curse and a bad omen, and the source of this is this natural ability, as well as the envied elegance.

"Oh, here."

Cathy opened the delicate wooden box, and the arrow that pierced through the coffee just now was lying quietly on the top, the steel arrow was delicate and sharp, and the inscription on it was clearly notched, soaked in potions, and blessed with secret techniques.

"Ma'am, what is the other thing?"

"Alchemy apprentices and secret arts rooms in the city often give birth to some failed products, and when I walk in the coffee night, I will confiscate them, don't move around, I'll go back and deal with them."

"If the heart is exchanged, won't they search it?"

"Hey, dear, you should have listened to the lecture. Coffee is much more serious than you, and it leaves a safe enough substitute to prevent those guys from taking their lives. ”

Cathy nodded, she preferred bows and arrows to sleepy knowledge of the scriptures.

The black cat was gently lowered and quickly ran away, the contents of the box disturbing it.

If she rummaged more carefully......

You can find the same ring as the one on my father's hand among the miscellaneous items.