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It's a bit of a cardin, and I don't feel very satisfied with it after writing it several times in a row...... Sorry, bow, I'll make it up slowly in the next few days.

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Leona was awakened by an unbearable stench.

When she opened her eyes, she saw not a clear sky, nor the rock roof of the prison, but a curtain embroidered with elaborate patterns—heraldry was compulsory for every nobleman, and even more so indispensable and important to a princess that she could hardly have much effort to discern that it was the sign of the White Tower and the Partridge Hill. The turquoise shading and white tower, surrounded by silver-crowned leaves and the peacock's tail feathers, are self-explanatory, while the latter two are subtle symbols of the importance of Rosada, the spirit of the silver-crowned jungle and the god of morning light, to the White Tower. Leona was able to resist the urge to smile sarcastically out of the upbringing and instinct of an heir to the throne, imagine what the White Tower was like now? Theft and blackmail are everywhere, and the sanctuary of Rosada is nothing more than an island precarious in the midst of a terrible flood, and if the glorious Rosada ever casts his eyes on this filthy swamp, his anger may turn into endless flames and burn the entire city.

She coughed, not that the princess didn't want to continue pretending. But the smell was so strong and irritating that her eyes couldn't help but shed tears.

"It was my rudeness. A voice said, to say that the whole sound was the strangest Leona had ever heard. For it was like a person who had taken a large mouthful of water in his mouth and then kept blowing bubbles, and she lifted her hand to find that her limbs were still so limp that she could not even sit up from the bed, but her head could still be tilted, and as she turned her face to look at the source of the sound, a maid walked past her eyes. She walked to the incense boat, threw spices into it, and lit it. The fragrance of the spice was so fierce that it rushed into everyone's nostrils almost as soon as it was ignited, and Leona could not help but hold her breath for a moment at first, not because she had not participated in the kind of parting ritual that unfortunately had not been dealt with in any way. She knew that the combination of the rich scent and the stench would only make people want to vomit even more for every breakfast, lunch and dinner they had had eaten the previous year.

But that didn't happen. Perhaps the spice was made for this stench, which dissipated rapidly under its attack or concealment, and though it was inevitably still smelly, it was not so bad that it was not so bad—when the maid turned around, Leona found that she had a veil hanging from one side of her cheek, that is, she usually wore a veil, and as far as the princess was concerned. It was indeed necessary - the royal family, the nobles, and even some wealthy merchants were always surrounded by beautiful and lovely maids. At the very least, it must be considered beautiful or dignified, but this maid, her countenance, which might make many turn their heads in disgust, her lips arched high like a wild boar for some reason, and her upper lip even covered her nostrils, and the whole lower part of her face was distorted and ugly because of it, and it would have been so unsightly that the upper part of her face could have been praised by the bard, and it was precisely because of this strong contrast that her face looked particularly shocking.

It's strange why she didn't go to the priest to fix her face, if she really was......

"Count Anrui. Leona said calmly, "Master of the White Tower and the Partridge Hill." ”

"Nominal hosts. Ann Rui replied at once, and she sat down in the shadows, "light the candle," she said, and the pig-beaked maid went at once and lit the candle, and the light dispelled the shadows, and after the maid's gray robe had left, the Norman princess of the Highlands and the lords of the White Tower and the Partridge Hills were at last able to converse face to face.

Leona's pupil shrank to the size of a pinpoint in an instant, and then, in a moment when her heart couldn't beat, it returned to its original shape.

"Stronger and more sane than any man I've ever met. Ann Rui said that Leona had thought that what she had swept at the end of her eyes was nothing more than a huge shadow cast by the furniture, but she was wrong, this shadow belonged to Ann Rui, her body had become extremely large, almost the size of five or six normal human women combined, the deformed part was beyond the normal part, taking up about three-fifths of the volume, the strange change invaded all her irrelevance, her mouth was pulled downward, revealing her crooked teeth sticking out in all directions, one of her eyes was still as beautiful as all the elves we could see, and the other was like a toad eyeball with its eyelids stripped off, and it was blood-red throughoutShe couldn't see the black pupils or the blue iris, her hair that was once as bright as gold had all fallen out, her bare scalp was full of warts, only bare ear holes were left where shell-like ears should have grown, and her nose was like a mass of melted grease dripping from her cheeks all the way to her lips.

She still had a shrunken leg and a half-rotting arm, now exposed, and of course, she didn't wrap herself in clothing, for there was no need for it, and every inch of her was covered with thick, wrinkled red skin, and no one could tell that she was a woman.

Leona knew why she made such strange noises, even if she didn't speak, if she didn't open her mouth, the saliva would run down her unsealed lips and down her body, hissing and white smoke from corrosion when they landed on the carpet.

"I don't look very good," An Rui said calmly, "It's all the relationship they used dragon blood for me, the real dragon blood, the princess, not the blood of the big lizard, it's the real dragon blood, which brings strength and destruction." ”

"Why are you ......?" asked Leona, completely subconsciously, but she immediately stopped. It wasn't something she needed to care about why Anrui had such a terrible change, and the question might cause her anger, not to mention that Leona remembered that she had been captured and taken away from the Dragonfire Islands by the female warlock and another warlock. And the female warlock, they have already obtained information from the Fortress of the Cape, and they have determined that she is the host of the White Tower's thief guild "Thin Net". As Anrui was the owner of the White Tower and the Partridge Hill, she had vaguely heard about the White Tower from Adel and Kerryben, and she had learned some information from the Norman of the Highlands, her father, so it was not difficult for her to guess what the situation was.

"You might think I'm stupid. An Rui said politely. "A lot of people think so, and that's okay, and sometimes I think I'm stupid – you have a good father. I also had a good father, but the education they gave us was obviously different - I used to think that managing a territory was an easy and pleasant thing to do......" She smiled at the disapproving expression of Leona, perhaps, after all, her face was difficult to express her emotions correctly: "My father is a naïve fellow. He loved my mother very much. But he hated her people, because he always thought they were going to take her away from him, and in fact it was about the same, my mother died, but that's just an external statement, well, I was very young at the time, but I was able to remember a lot of things. Those...... Spells, evil red robes and gray robes. The last time my mother saw me, her fingers were like charred twigs, and the ashes fell down at the slightest touch, but my father succeeded in the end, and he kept her by his side forever - the elves may have known that they hated my father, so they always ...... me Ah, you know, their way of doing things, calm and cruel, when it's so close but it's thousands of miles away, you can see them, you can smell them, you can touch them, but you can never want to get trust and love from them...... They would rather love a human being. ”

"That's why you framed and expelled Adele?"

"Framed?" One of Anrui's tentacles slapped against the armrest of the chair, as if she was laughing, "No, dear Highness, how could you think that? Or did Adel say that? No, he wouldn't think so, if he really thought he was innocent, then he wouldn't keep the brand on his face, did you really think it was beautiful?"

"Alright," Anrui continued, gesturing to stop Leona's next words, "I would love to discuss it with you, but we don't have much time, noble Norman princess of the Highlands, I just want to tell you that my current situation may be worse than I thought. ”

"You shouldn't cooperate with those people, or say they're in cahoots," Leona said, "they're dangerous, they're cold, they're not compassionate, and dealing with them is like putting your own neck in the mouth of a giant wolf." ”

"I know," murmured Anrui, "I know, Your Highness, but I thought you would understand me—" She leaned forward slightly, and the shadow and smell enveloped the princess, "You have ...... too No, you're in a terrible situation, and I'm probably better than you, anyway, I'm still the master of the White Tower and the Partridge Hill, and you're a bird without a nest. ”

"Do you really think you're still the master of the White Tower and the Partridge Hill?" Leona couldn't help but say, "Are you sure your orders can leave this room!?"

The light of the candle flickered violently, and Leona bit her lip at once, and a huge force crushed her chest, bringing undoubted pain and threat.

"You shouldn't say that. "Power comes and goes fast. Anrui sat back in her place and said coldly, "Maybe you really can't understand what I mean, look at you, you could have had a country, but you gave up your country, your people, your identity and your surname because of a fallen knight, and he killed your father. ”

"This ...... The same is ...... A conspiratorial ...... Outcome. Leona sighed and replied with difficulty.

"Isn't it?" Anrui leaned back comfortably, her chair creaking, "A conspiracy, but you probably don't understand what it is - but I only see who is gaining and who is losing." ”

"Emotion and justice are not things that can be bought and sold in the palm of a businessman's hand. Leona said.

"Really?" said Anrui, "why then there is such a balance in front of the temple of Tyre?"

The shadows flickered, and Anrui's maid brought her a cup of milk, and Anrui glanced at the cup and knew that it was her faithful maid reminding her that the conversation between her and Leona was far from the subject she wanted.

"So," said Anrui, "let's look at emotion and justice, Your Highness, you should have discovered that this is not a prison for the Guild?"

"Is there a difference?"

"If it were a guild prison, you probably wouldn't be as ...... as you are now" An Rui looked at Leona viciously, the princess was taller than many southern women, and although her face leaned towards her father, her lines were much more charming than her face: "Complete." ”

Leona couldn't help but wince, she was a strong and noble woman, of course she would not punish and despise herself for the sake of others, but this kind of thing is difficult for both men and women to let go.

"Are you saying I should thank you?"

"Not exactly. Anrui swung her tentacles in pleasure, "Ryette, oh, you know, the leader of the nets, the priest and the warlock, she would like to throw you in the den of thieves, but her brother has a different opinion, you are valuable, and he doesn't want you to be hurt in any way that makes you less valuable. ”

"Should I still thank him?"

"Probably," Anrui smiled, more saliva running down her lips, "because he gave you to me." ”

"And then?"

"They don't have much hope for a shapeshifter thief who has transformed into you and stays in the guild room, but if his dagger can pierce Kerriben or the black-haired spellcaster, like Kremmar, in the waist or chest, it would be good news. She saw Leona wriggle violently, as if to jump up and rush out of the room, shouting a warning to her companion.

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient," Anrui said, holding up her tentacles, "As far as I can tell, they've killed the shapeshifter and are heading to where they're holding Birdwin, and you have very powerful companions. ”

"But I'm with you. ”

"You're a pretty important chip. "Even if you are no longer the princess of the Normans of the Highlands, as long as you are alive and still in the blood of the direct Normans of the Norman royal family - yes, or you don't know that the Normans of the Highlands had decided to change one of their most important laws fifteen days ago." Your Highness, even women can now be classified as heirs, and you, Leona, as long as you can prove that Berdwin is innocent, then you can immediately take back your family name and inheritance, and your inheritance is even before your uncle's son or daughter, and your position is different now. ”

"But ......"

"The knight's charge is nothing more than a trivial matter," said Anrui, "but your father is a king and a lord, but we are not fools, so you know that the so-called judgment and the crime are nothing but deceitful foolishness, and you can get back what you have given up at any time." ”

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