Dark.

There was silence all around.

There was only the faint sound of breathing.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air.

Some people even began to whisper softly.

A light lit up from above.

Shoot straight to the ground.

It was a sorcerer's radiance, which was closed through a lens into a straight pillar of light.

In the pillar of light, a figure appeared.

A young knight with black hair and black eyes, with a heavy sword in his hand and a shield in his hand, wandered back and forth on the ground.

Her face was anxious, and her brow furrowed.

Every move was full of unease.

"Who called me in the night wind?"

"Who is crying in the dark?"

"Who is praying to the gods?"

Her tone was anxious and uneasy.

The pace is heavy.

The armor on his body was rubbed against a clicking sound.

At this moment, another pillar of light descended overhead.

Grass shining on the side of the road.

In the grass, kneeling was a haggard humanoid.

Her body was covered in blood and her hair was messy.

The armor of the upper body is torn, and the leg armor is not complete.

Only the giant hammer in his hand did not leave his body.

The person who came put his right hand on his knee.

The thunderhammer shines brightly in the darkness.

"Olivia, it's me, it's me who calls you."

Her tone was calm, but the eagerness in it could be heard.

"The people of Bright Moon City are crying."

"And in the King's Castle, people are praying to the gods."

Hearing this, Olivia stepped forward and drew his sword.

"My dear Rosa Lind, tell me what happened."

She looked up, as if searching for clues in the light and night.

Or perhaps, he just wanted to grasp the shadow of some god to soothe the restless heart.

Olivia whispered, louder than the other.

"Why are the crows wailing?"

"Why is the land covered with blood?

"Why is there a pile of corpses on the ground?"

"Tell me, brave and loyal Rosa Lind, what really happened?"

Rosalind stood up and looked at the other man.

The sledgehammer in her hand pointed behind her.

It was at this moment that a tall castle rose in the distance.

The light illuminated the city walls.

With the imprint of blood.

"The blasphemers have attacked the king's castle.

Blood spread from the palace gate to the king's bedchambers.

The crow is wailing for the dead.

The guards are dead.

The people were reduced to corpses.

Even ......"

There was a boom, and thunder rang out in the sky.

There were exclamations from below.

It was as if something terrible was going to happen.

"Even what?"

Olivia stepped forward and grabbed Rosalind by the shoulder.

"Even His Majesty the King has been killed."

"What?!"

Bang!

The thunder light rang out again, illuminating Olivia's surprised face.

"No, it won't, it shouldn't be."

The people below instinctively responded to Olivia's words—

"No, no, it shouldn't be like this......"

Whispering.

"So, what about the blasphemers?" Olivia asked.

"Still raging in the city, enemies are gathered in front of the temple gates, and death hangs over Bright Moon City." Rosalind's tone was hurried.

The form is urgent and imminent.

Olivia's eyes lit up, and she raised her sword high and forward.

"So, Rosa Lind, let's put an end to this!"

Her voice resounded through the night sky, echoing in everyone's ears.

And after the two warriors embarked on the journey, the lights around them suddenly lit up.

It was the ever-bright lamp provided by the alchemy workshop.

Lights illuminate the wooden stage, as well as the seats below.

The red curtain above slowly fell.

People stood up one after another, and the applause was thunderous.

The stage just now is [King Olivia, Oath of Blood, Akatsuki Eve, Act 1].

Five years ago, under the initiative and adaptation of the Grand Duke of Santa Berta [Olga Hunt], it was put on the stage.

For this, she was also once rebuked by His Majesty the King.

Fortunately, the tension and excitement of the drama have made the whole country popular.

People admired King Olivia's epic heroic exploits, and were also deeply impressed by the literary brilliance of the Grand Duke Olivia.

……

This is the Bauhinia Coliseum located in the Kingdom of Itner, in the territory of Santa Berta.

The central stage is approximately 200 meters long and 50 meters wide.

From the center stage to the main entrance, it was all laid out on the red carpet.

The seats are raised in turn and laid in more than 20 rings.

The venue was packed.

They were deeply moved by the wonderful performances of the actors just now.

On the round aristocratic stand on the second floor, the Duke of Santa Berta [Olga Hunt], wearing a neat black dress, stood up straight.

She held a delicate wine glass in one hand, rested lightly on the balcony with the other, and stared at the center of the stage below.

If there is one of the seven archdukes of Itnell, it must be Ogya.

Olga had long golden and shiny hair, which was neatly groomed and braided at the back of her head, revealing her smooth and full forehead.

Her facial features are three-dimensional and full, her sapphire blue eyes are as deep as the sea, she has a delicate nose, and her lips are as gorgeous as roses.

and snow-like skin, plus a fair-skinned and slender neck.

In every gesture, it shows an elegant aristocratic temperament.

Even though she closed her lips now, the people who were watching her seemed to hear the whispers in her heart.

To be precise, to listen to her at all times.

She wore a long black gown, with gold trim that ran down from the placket to the skirt and bloomed in a circle.

As if on her body, she was wearing a blooming black rose.

And her face is not inferior to any beautiful flower.

This kind of black night-like dress sets off her complexion even more snow-white, and people can't help but take a closer look.

And the huge contrast is even more weird on her body.

With a terrifying beauty that breathes the heart.

It seems that if you look at her one more time, you will be completely attracted to her, and you can no longer extricate yourself.

……

Behind her, there stood another lady dressed in the same attire.

The man was dressed in a blue gown with a long skirt that dragged to the floor.

Outline the perfect figure.

Her hair was blonde and reddish, like seawater, pouring down her shoulders and down to her waist.

The long hair and the dress are perfectly blended together, bright and moving.

It's just that, unlike Olga, on this lady's face, she is no longer young.

Her neck and face were covered with fine lines.

In her right eye, she wears a monocle with a circular crystal clip nose glasses.

The reddish-brown eyes are also a little less shiny.

It's just that, from the contours of her face and elegant temperament, it can still be imagined that she looked like when she was young, and she must have been a country and a city.

This is the Grand Duke from Yuiwa, who is nearly 50 years old, [Salom Edington]

Over the years, vision in the right eye has also decreased dramatically as we age.

The magicians of the Alchemy Workshop created these glasses for her, making her look noble, elegant, and full of learning.

But......

She looked up and looked at Olja's back with jealousy.

Salom knew that the Grand Duke in front of him was the real wise man.

The drama she created can be called great.

The poetry of the Grand Duke of Oka is famous far and wide.

Many bards have used her as a guide in their life's journey.

Wherever there are minstrels, there will be Oja's poetry.

However, Salom knew deep down that the words she had composed, the melodies that had been sung, were sometimes more terrifying than the weapons of warriors and the magic of mages.

Salom took a deep breath and looked at the other.

Speaking of which, from the outside, there is no indication that Olga is two years older than her.

Perhaps, that's the terrible power of that kind of thing......

Salom looked down and thought to himself, the kind of thing that was called taboo, which could make people immortal and have infinite life.

"[Olivia, Oath of Blood, Akatsuki Eve, Act I]" Olga whispered softly, recounting the scene that had just been performed on the stage.

"It is to commemorate the heroic deeds of King Olivia who guarded Haoyue City and avenged the previous king." Salom walked over to Olja's side and rested her elbows on the balcony.

In her glass, the red and mellow wine swayed in the light.

"I have to say, Olja, your drama is indeed shocking enough."

The retrospective expressions on the faces of the audience below are enough to illustrate this point.

Oga pursed her lips and smiled noncommittally.

It seems that she has long been tired of other people's flattery of her.

At her feet, a black shorthair cat climbed up her arm along a pillar on a nearby windowsill.

Olja's wrist gently lifted it up and placed it on his shoulder.

It was a pure black shorthair cat with round, turquoise eyes looking down.

Its tail curls up and squats on Olja's shoulders, like a faithful guardian.

In fact, this is also true.

Salom looked at it with some wariness.

When that cat changes, it will never be as docile as it is now.

……

On stage, the staff is packing up the props of the previous act, while the next act is nervously preparing.

The rest of the time is left for the convenience of the audience.

"Huh, merit?" Aojia let out a cold snort in his snort, "Who knows what happened back then?" What is the truth? ”

Salom was slightly stunned, but immediately regained her composure.

It seems that he has long been accustomed to the other party's disrespectful words.

Or, as folklore goes, they themselves are the opposite of the king.

And whoever becomes the king, Olga will not like it.

"You say, if it wasn't Olivia who went to the palace to keep the precepts, it was you," Oga turned his head sideways and raised an eyebrow.

Shalom's heart pounded, and he read the dangerous and terrifying information from the other person's eyes.

Aojia hesitated, a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

Like a poisonous snake.

"You say, will it be, the people who are on the Moonlight Throne in Bright Moon City today......"

Her next words, like the whispers of a demon and the fangs of a snake, bit hard at Salom's heart—

"It's you?"

Salom's breath suffocated, and so did the fingers holding the glass.

The craft wine in the glass stirred up a splash, as if it was being swept up by a wave, crashing against the wall of the glass, and then turning inward.

This kind of thing can only be said by Aojia.

Moreover, Salom knew that it was only in her presence that the great playwright would be so unscrupulous.

For Olga, she, the Grand Duke, is actually no threat.

Since ancient times, the Yuyan Collar has been friendly with the Santa Beta Collar.

The Grand Duke of the two territories made a blood oath many years ago that no matter what happens, they will rely on each other.

Therefore, the dukes of the Yuyan Territory and the Santa Beta Territory have been sisters for hundreds of years.

Even closer than her own sisters.

The reason why Aojia is so unscrupulous is that he doesn't treat her as an outsider at all.

However, Salom knew that Olga did not treat her as a relative.

For many years, the Yuyan Domain has been a vassal of the Holy Beta Territory.

Minerals, Furs, Fuels......

These are all things that Yuiwa Collar lacks.

Then Santa Belta became their greatest aid.

So much so that their status as equals has been skewed.

Aojia.

She used to be a playmate.

The closest comrades-in-arms.

Now she has become the master of her interests.

And just now, Aojia's words made this point even clearer.

In any other way, I am afraid that there will be a conflict because of the great rebellious words she just said.

But she can't.

Winter is coming.

The fur of the Yuiwa collar is lacking, and her people are still waiting for the winter.

Salom took a deep breath and squeezed a smile out of her face.

"No, Ogya, I am self-aware," she laughed, "I do not have the iron fist of King Olivia, nor the wisdom of Archduke Winnie, nor the knowledge of you. ”

She bowed her head, looked humbly at the other party, and handed the wine glass in her right hand.

"But I have another guess."

She laughed, "If you had entered the palace first and defeated the blasphemer." I think you'll be more fit for that Moonlight Throne. ”

Olga turned around and looked at her with interest.

The black cat lying on Olja's shoulder arched its mouth upwards and let out a sweet meow.

The two men looked at each other and smiled.

The glasses touch lightly together, making a crisp sound.

Oga brought it to his lips and took a sip.

"Hmm...... It's so sweet. She smacked her mouth and put her glass aside.

Salom looked at her from the glass, her lips resting on the rim.

Wine stained her lips and poured into her mouth.

Sweet, with a slight bitterness.

"However, this kind of thing is not allowed to be assumed." Olga leaned on his back against the white marble balcony.

Salom didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

"So we can only grasp the future."

Aojia reminded.

Seize the future?

Salom's eyes lit up.

……

"Oh, by the way, speaking of the future......" Salom swallowed the wine in her mouth and turned her gaze to the other person, "I think you should have received the news too, right?"

Itnair's new Chosen One was born, and the King's Guards and Cleric Mission welcomed him back from the Frost Keep. “

"Hmph." Olga snorted contemptuously.

She took the black cat off her shoulder, placed it in the crook of her arm, and gently stroked its fur.

"This kind of words, except for the three words of the Chosen One, I don't believe a word of the others." Ao Jia frowned, his gaze sharp, "Your Majesty the King who is high up in the sky, there is no shortage of people who write the script for her.

What comes from the Frost Fortress, growing up under the care of Rosa Lind.

Suddenly he awakened his ability and was observed by the main priest.

It's just nonsense. “

She scoffed at this, "The reason why His Majesty the King spread the news to the world is nothing more than to tell us not to move any thoughts.

Once everyone knew of the existence of the Chosen One, not a single hair of his could be touched.

Otherwise, it will be the target of public criticism. “

Impatiently, she picked up the black cat and put it at her feet.

The little thing obediently ran away.

"Olivia can become a king, not entirely because of her force, that person's mind is no less than that of any grand duke."

It was at this moment that Salom caught a touch of unwillingness on Aojia's face.

At the same time, with a little regret.

Just as she was jealous of Olja, Olga was jealous of the king.

But...... She didn't want to delve into that right now.

At least her and Olga's interests are aligned.

"So the Chosen One is real?" Salom grasped the key.

That's why she's here today.

……

On the stage below, the curtain slowly opened.

A neatly armed line of knights walked in from outside the curtain.

The ground was littered with blood-soaked props.

This is the second act, which tells the story of how Olivia and her faithful guards defeat the blasphemers and rescue the temple's master.

It's just that at this moment Salom has no intention of watching.

"I also have my own eyeliner." Oga chuckled, "And, I almost caught him." ”

"Huh?" Salom turned his face in horror and looked at her with deep awe.

"yes, just a little bit, if not Vivian."

"Vivian?!"

If Aojia's words just now were enough to shock her, then when she heard the word Vivian, she was almost so frightened that she vomited her heart.

"Yes, you heard it right, one of the three forbidden spellmasters of the Blasphemer, known as the strongest magician, Viven."

"She took the Chosen One? Or—"

Salom's mouth was dry for a while, and he said with difficulty, "Kill him?" ”

"No, as far as I know, no." Oga shook his head, "There was a terrible battle in the Frost Fortress, and Viven was defeated. ”

"Defeated?!" Salom looked at her in disbelief.

But she immediately understood again, "Rosa Lind, Thunder Knight is really strong. ”

"No, it's not Thunder Knight, according to what I've got, it was the Chosen One who defeated her."

"What...... Is it? "Salom couldn't imagine it at all.

Ao Jia looked at her with some amusement, "Do you know, your expression now is like my family Lingyue has stepped on dog shit." ”

Lingyue was the name of the black cat.

"Ahem...... "The shock in Salom's heart has surpassed her taunt just now, "But, as far as I know, except for the famous oracles in history, it is impossible for the Chosen One to have ......"

"Great power, right?" Aojia looked at her with a smile, "I'll let people find out about this matter." But, Duke of Salom, if you are so serious and always startled, you will age faster.

I see the wrinkles on your face are about to blow up. ”

“……”

Salom retracted her smile, her eyes showing no hint of anger at her.

Olga smiled lightly, unimpressed.

"In that case, then when you invited me to come, the Chosen One was in control......," Salom looked at her quizzically, until she caught the smile in Olja's eyes.

"Are you sure the new Chosen One is in control?"

"No," Olga shook her head, turning and walking back into the house, "not now, but later." ”

She sat down on the couch and put her right leg on top of her left leg to make herself more comfortable.

"...... later," Salom looked down at her words.

What does that mean?

Could it be that you can steal him back from the temple?

But it was then that she saw the strange smile that shot out of Aojia's eyes, and the human form that appeared in her pupils—

On top of the circular stands, in the nobles' boxes, the mahogany doors were pushed open.

A terrible man walked in from the outside.

"The gods are above!" Salom let out a low breath.

The man had long silver curly hair, wore a black straight dress, and bowed deeply to the two Grand Dukes.

Then he grinned.

Salom saw four sharp canine teeth peeking out as her mouth opened.

"Make a deal with a vampire?!"

She roared almost desperately, looking at Olga in surprise.

"You're crazy!"

Salom shook her head as she walked out.

"Salom. Have you forgotten? Olga leaned back on the sofa, without raising her head, and called out to her coldly—

"Years ago, when we became the Grand Duke of Iternaire's bloodline—

We're already crazy! “

Salom shook and shivered and turned around.

There was a great look of horror in her eyes.

"For His Majesty the Great King!"

On the stage below, Olivia holds her sword high above her head.

On the other side, the masked assassins and blasphemers mingled, and the two sides were locked in a final battle to the death.

"Kill them all!"

Olivia's voice fell, and the knights around him swarmed up.

——————————————————————————————————

Gail sat on his horse and held his forehead with his right hand.

The long hair was blown by the wind like a bright flame.

She didn't dare look at Robin, her eyes filled with remorse.

And at this time, I still have a splitting headache.

Her cheeks were slightly red, setting off her snow-like skin even fairer and brighter.

It seems that the strength of yesterday's wine has not yet dissipated.

Damn it.

If she hadn't been drunk, she would have been by Robin's side last night.

As a temple guard, you have important responsibilities and should be loyal to your duties.

Instead of being drunk by the king's guards.

The young guard fell into deep remorse.

When she learned from Kaye about yesterday's terrible battle, Gail was dumbfounded.

She couldn't imagine it at all—

The legendary Sirius Viven actually set foot in the Frost Fortress.

You know, that's Weaving!

Viven, one of the three forbidden spellmasters, has infinitely powerful magical powers!

The name alone is enough to make people feel terrified.

Moreover, the results described by Kaye afterwards made her scalp tingle and shudder-

Lord Robin actually took the Hammer of Thunder and risked his life to engage in hand-to-hand combat with Sirius.

Oh, my God!

Master Robin must be crazy to do such a thing.

What made her even more devastating was that this hero of Sekorid, the Warden Kaye, did not dissuade Lord Robin!

As soon as she thought of this, she was furious.

Gail angrily turned his gaze at Kaye.

There is no hiding the dissatisfaction with this Sekorid.

Kaye's heroic image has been lost in her mind, and she has even been branded as incompetent.

……

The tall blonde squire was riding on horseback, alongside Robin.

Kaye smirked at the sky, whistling and ignoring Gail's anger.

No, maybe she hadn't seen Gale at all.

Her body is languid and relaxed, and she seems to be enjoying her life now.

This made Gail even more angry.

It's just that because of the face of Lord Robin and Master Arce, she can't reprimand Kaye.

……

Speaking of Arce.

Robin glanced at the Weeper in front of him on the right.

Sunlight poured down from the sky, shining on her.

Arce wears a black cloak with a hood that covers his head all the time.

Until now, Robin hasn't really been able to see what the other person looks like.

The only thing that surprised him was Arce's exposed skin—

It was completely different from the people he had seen in this world.

It was a violet, smooth skin he had never seen before.

Arce's skin glows with an eerie beauty.

In her body, there is the ultimate death and deadly mystical temptation at the same time.

If there really is a Grim Reaper in the world, Robin has no doubt that she is Arce.

Including the amazing strength she showed last night-

The long arrow sliced through the void, carrying a long green trail and smashing into Viven's body like a meteor.

At the same time, a shrill wind whimper sounded in the air.

As the name suggests.

Wind Weepers.

And, surprisingly, this legendary guardian of the temple said very little.

This adds a layer of mystery to her whole person.

and a sense of coldness.

To be precise, Robin had only spoken one word to her from morning to now.

"Buffy Arce, willing to serve you."

If you count what she told him last night—

Don't get distracted. The Chosen One! 】

and "I'll cover you!" 】

Then it adds up to a total of three sentences.

It was the most silent man he had ever seen, even more silent than Heloise.

And what they all have in common is -

The whole body exudes a strong sense of oppression.

Originally, Robin was full of questions, and all the information he had obtained before had been sorted out, and only one person from the temple was needed to answer it for him.

Who knew that this person called Buffy Arce, who was called Big Arce by Gail and Jessie, was really enough, and he also knew from other people's mouths how awesome she was.

However, it is okay for this man not to speak......

Robin tilted his head and calmly stared ahead.

He was now able to control the horse under his crotch very well.

This white lion's mane horse was trained meekly by Hima.

He methodically followed behind the king's guards, looking at Arce out of the corner of his eye.

I have to say that the holy guards of the temple get along quite well with the king's personal guards.

Much more congenial than he had imagined the situation to be as tense as fire, water and sabre-rattling.

The only thing that made him care more was what Vivian said before he was defeated by him last night-

【Arce! You traitor! 】

Robin's heart pounded, and doubts piled up in his chest.

Why did Vivian say that?

Is it to provoke internal contradictions in the temple and make him doubt Arce's loyalty?

Or did Arce really betray Vivian?

Robin frowned.

The word betrayal, like a good person, needs to be compared to be valuable.

In other words, at least Viven and Arce must have been in the same camp and have been companions, so there will be a betrayal.

Robin's heart skipped a beat.

I felt a chill spread from the soles of my feet to my whole body.

Deriving along this line of thought -

Then Arce is a blasphemer.

At least it used to be.

That's why Weaving is so angry.

Robin's heart was uneasy, and he looked sideways at the Weeper.

The other sat on the horse as if nothing had happened, his body straight, as if he was unaware of everything around him.

What made him even stranger-

Apparently last night, when Weaving shouted that Arce was a traitor, Jessie, Hima, and Rosalind, as well as the soldiers in the Frost Keep, heard it.

But they weren't much surprised by that.

On the contrary, it was too unusually calm.

He couldn't help but wonder if he had heard it wrong.

But Robin didn't want to ask Arce about it in front of Arce.

The temple guard, the legendary archer, has been following him since last night.

Even when he dreamed at night, he had a strange feeling—

It was as if the Weepers were sitting on his roof, guarding him coldly.

He couldn't say what it was like.

Both reassuring and scared.

The peace of mind lies in the fact that she is a member of the temple and has great power.

The fear lies in Robin's fear of the betrayer that Vivian is talking about, the identity of a person who may have been a blasphemous.

If that's the case, then the thing itself becomes particularly scary.

If Arce was once a blasphemous, then what made her choose to betray?

And what made her throw herself into another extreme faith?

In Arce's body, Robin seemed to see the shadow of Vivian.

In a way, they are like mirror images of each other.

The premise is that what Weaving said is true.

Robin took a deep breath and decided to wait for Arce to ask while he wasn't around.

If everyone is not impressed by the betrayal that Vivian shouted, then it is very likely that Arce was once a blasphemous.

……

"Wow!"

It was then that my sister's exclamation sounded from behind, "You've got six-pack abs, Gail!" ”

"......" Robin held his head in pain.

This guy is really not restless at all.

Because she couldn't ride a horse, Rowling was placed behind Gale, just like before her.

Then, surprisingly consistently, the black long straight sister was also deeply shocked by her abdominal muscles when she hugged Gail's waist, so she stretched out her claws and touched it upwards.

"Hahahaha......" Gail tickled as she touched him.

Her laughter was contagious and lightened up the whole team.

Robin noticed that even Jima's mean face showed a warm smile that couldn't help but smile.

"Lord Robin." Gale looked at Robin quizzically as he steered the horse under his crotch, "Your sister, hmm...... Mistress Rowling, what did she mean by that? ”

Gail did not understand Chinese.

Robin opened her mouth, considering whether to translate what her sister had just said to her.

However, that sentence reminded him that he had done the same thing, and he was very ashamed.

"Wow!"

Before Robin could speak, his sister made another surprised sound.

She pressed Gale against Gail's back from behind, her hands supporting the other's heavy chests.

"It's a lot bigger than I expected!"

"Rowling!"

Robin's serious reprimand was heard in the air.

……

Robin took a deep breath and squeezed a smile into Gail.

"Don't blame her, she just complimented you on your good looks."

Rowling is a guy who will only make trouble for him.

"Hey...... Yes, is it? Gail blushed and laughed embarrassedly, "Ahaha......"

She turned her head and looked at Robin.

"Lord Robin, please help me tell her that your sister is beautiful."

"Okay, okay."

Robin rolled two large eyes upward.

If that guy really wants to know, she can't go to heaven yet?

"But, Lord Robin," Gail frowned in confusion, "why did Lord Rowling pinch my boobs before she praised me?" ”

"......" Robin was sweating profusely and was speechless for a while.

"Dude!"

It was then that Rowling called out to him softly.

Robin frowned, not wanting to pay attention to her.

"Dude!" The younger sister clasped her hands around her mouth and called out to him excitedly.

This sister is a character who doesn't stop if she doesn't achieve her goal.

He had to turn his head.

The other party winked slyly at him.

"I'll tell you a secret." Rowling laughed, "You remember to reward me." ”

"What the hell?" Robin frowned, impatient.

"After my identification," Rowling gave him a [I did a awesome!] ] gave a powerful look, word by word, "Chest, yes, true!" ”

“……”

Robin was directly messy in the wind.

……

So, under Rowling's excited gaze, she was placed behind Robin.

"Dude, that's what you asked." She blinked, pressed her head to his back, and let out a gasp of enjoyment, "Ah, that's what my brother tastes like." ”

"I'm telling you, it's okay to hold your waist, don't move your hands." Robin said with a frown.

"Don't worry. I still know the orthopedic contraindications. ”

“……”

If it weren't for the fear that this guy would harm others again, he really didn't want to put her on his back.

But fortunately, this guy is still relatively peaceful, and he didn't mess around as he imagined.

It was at this moment that Jessie, who was leading the way, slowed down the horse's hooves and walked to Robin's side.

She glanced gently over the girl behind him, a gentle smile on her face.

"Your sister is so cute. And, like Lord Robin, he has very good black hair and black eyes. ”

"Thank you." Robin nodded slightly.

The latter sentence stuck in the throat and was not spoken.

If you can understand what she's saying, you won't think this guy is cute.

"That's right, about your course." Jiexi reminded.

"Lessons?" Robin looked at her quizzically.

The other party smiled lightly, revealing two sweet dimples.

"I forgot to tell you, based on our deliberations yesterday, there was a change in your identity and history."

"Oh, yes." Robin suddenly realized, "We said before, we have to reinvent an experience. ”

"Yes." Jiexi nodded, a gentle smile on her face, "But, your sister ......"

She looked at the girl behind her without saying anything.

Robin immediately understood.

"Rowling's arrival was an accident, and it made all your previous work in vain, which is really unpleasant."

"No, it won't." Jiexi shook her head, "I still have some of it." It's just ......"

"What?"

"It's just that I spread your news to the lords before, and now some of the content can't be changed, so I can try to get it back."

"So what?" Robin looked at her quizzically, "Isn't it possible that Rowling can't go to the temple with us in my sister's name?" ”

"Possibly."

"What does it mean that it is possible?" Robin looked at her with some exasperation, "Rowling must be with me. ”

Jiexi was slightly stunned, as if she was frightened by his resolute attitude.

"I can't make a decision about your sister's identity for the time being, this matter needs to be decided by the divine envoy and His Majesty the King after arriving at the temple. But ......"

Jessie smiled politely, "We promise Rowling will definitely be with you." You don't have to worry about that. ”

"And she has to be my sister." Robin's tone slowed down, but his attitude remained resolute.

His mind was racing to think about what would keep him and Rowling brother and sister from changing it.

"By the way, you just said that Rowling looks a lot like me, right?"

Jiexi was slightly stunned.

But she reacted immediately and understood Robin's intentions.

"Yes, Lord Robin. You and your sister have very special looks, and whoever sees them will never suspect that you are from the same mother. ”

Jiexi smiled slightly, "So, you don't have to worry, and you don't have to convince me. We have long thought about this. She has to be your sister, or she can't explain such a similar and special look.

We're going to think about it. “

Jiexi stretched out her right index finger and pushed her glasses up.

"It's her language, and your habits."

Robin's heart was relieved, and he finally understood what Jeongsie meant by the course before he came over.

Adapting to and remembering new experiences is only the most rudimentary of things.

Trying to fool the shrewd Grand Dukes, tell the people of Itnell that he-

Robin, the Chosen One, and her sister, Rowling, are both natives of Etnell.

Then they had to learn the language of Itnell, and the habits that followed.

It does take a process.

A course.

"But how do you explain what we look like?"

"On that note, I don't think you have to worry." Jiexi smiled slightly, glancing at Arce in front of her.

Robin couldn't help but laugh.

Yes, even people with such a strange complexion as Arce exist.

What do Asians like them have with flat faces?

"So, Jesus, will you teach us after that?" Robin asked nervously.

"No, not necessarily."

Jiexi laughed, a hint of loneliness flashing in her eyes.

"I would love to be your teacher too. I am flattered by your affirmation of me.

However, I thought I was limited in my abilities. ”

She sighed and looked at the sky.

It's like looking at the future of everyone.

"Lord Robin, I think His Majesty has his own arrangements for you and your sister's teacher."