Just before the people could rebuke or beat the bold Reverend Flo away, she shook her body slightly, and without warning she fell at the feet of the princess.

A man stepped forward in disgust and pulled away Mei Mi's arm, her arm was round and her skin was smooth, and if it had been placed any day before, the little fellow might have been fascinated by it, but now in his heart, there was no woman who could compare with the noble princess except his mother. She was born with a crown on her head, and she shouldn't have been in the plague-infested Doling, let alone here - but she came here and stayed, and because of this, the spellcasters who wanted to burn all the dead and the living in Doling were afraid to throw a single fireball into the city - and her courtier, the friend of the lord of Thundercastle Berdwin, fought the devil to remove the source of the plague so that the sick who had been lucky enough to survive to this day could be healed. And in the process, as she promised, she sat in front of the window that everyone could see as long as they looked up, and comforted the people tormented by death and grief with her selfless love and sincere gaze.

If the black cloak of the god of death is like a dark cloud in winter, then Princess Leona is like a pure flame to the people of Doling, bringing them warmth and light.

So, when their new lord, Lord Maren Lorenos, asked the knights' servants (who knew very well that no knight would be willing to be with them until Birdwin's charges were cleared) if they would be willing to wear the armor for the ceremonial armouring of the former master of Thundercastle, he walked out cheerfully, and offered to accept the task. While his companions were still a little hesitant, the latter feared that their reputation might be affected by being a king-killer and depraved knight's lieutenant in the ceremony, while the former firmly believed that the man who could be valued, trusted, and admired by the Norman princess of the Highlands would not be such a despicable scoundrel, and that sooner or later his guilt would be cleared and he would be given greater and higher honors than he was now. At that time, he can also write the story as part of his memory in his family tree or tell it to his little grandson.

To his delight, he was rewarded in advance—after the ceremony, Princess Leona asked for his name, thanked him sincerely, and took off a ring as a reward, which was now firmly placed on the middle finger of his right hand, and somewhat disrespectfully, that Her Royal Highness not only resembled a young man in countenance, but also in the length and thickness of her fingers. But so what, in Xiao Hu's heart, she has a clear and clean beauty like the summer morning light.

And the Pastor Flo, who fell to the ground, was like a pile of sludge wrapped in a silk garment. He bent his knees, drew his dagger, and placed it under Mei Mi's nose, and the surface of the dagger was suddenly covered with a thin mist, "She's alive," said Hu Cong. He was reluctant to let his beloved weapon touch such a rude and vicious woman, but he could not let the princess, the lord, or the spellcaster do it: "She just fainted—and I will take her to prison." ”

"No," stopped his Highness the Princess in time, "no," she said. The tone was resolute, so as not to misunderstand the meaning: "Lift her up, send her to a clean room, and call the priest of Ilmote to see how she is doing." She said, "If she's sick, treat her, if it's for some other reason." Give her wine and sweets and let her rest well. ”

"But she insulted you. Xiao Hu said angrily.

Leona shook her head slightly, "I think she was only carried away by jealousy for a while, which is why she would do this kind of perverse behavior." ”

"Jealous?!" said Marlen's aunt in astonishment, "but she's a priest of Flo." Bewildered, she removed a torch from the wall and moved it closer, the bell of pure gold rolling down between the rose-colored robes with a thin chain, shining with a charming light: "Did she just hang the symbol of Reverend Flo on her belt for fun?"

"She is indeed a Pastor Flo. He suddenly felt a little embarrassed, though he didn't feel embarrassed to allow Memy to share a tent with him and have a good time, and everyone knew that the most common and favorite means of Flo's priests were what they were best at, and that one of the most primitive desires of humans and humanoids was their money bags, their shackles, their swords, their poisons, and their honey. A wild priest of Flo, the kind of stunners who could not live in a fixed temple and had to wander from place to place, flirted with the merchants when they needed silk powder, slept with the peasants when they needed lodging and drinking, hooked up with mercenaries when they walked along the road and needed protection from being caught and eaten by goblins, and sometimes met a young man with empty hands, with whom they would not mind a hot and wild night if he was not so handsome but strong enough。

So when Memy sneaked into his cloak, Berdwin didn't refuse, things between men and women were as natural and ordinary as breathing and heartbeats for Priest Flo, and he also knew very well that Memy was just trying to get more chips, and in this team, the most useless and most likely to give up was probably her, of course, she was a priest, but her strength was not stable, and there was a spellcaster among them, and his spells and scrolls could also perform part of the priest's duties.

Berdwin sighed involuntarily, he had to thank Mame, she had been serving him while he was lying alone in his room, but she ......

"But a Flor priest does not, and should not be," a voice helped him to speak his heart, and Birdwin was startled, and then found that it was Malen's uncle, a stereotypical noblewoman, who was speaking: "Even a wife is extremely ridiculous to be jealous of Flor's priest," she wrung her two light brown eyebrows, "They are only instruments of the gods, no family, no father, no husband, no son, this is the rule that Flo has set- A pastor cannot go against the teachings of the gods she follows, unless: The older lady said ominously, "Is she an unbeliever or a hypocrite?"

"She's just on the spur of the moment. Leona said.

"She's a woe," said Mullen's aunt, "Your Highness." But I will do as you will," she said to her maid, "and carry her up to my husband's chamber, the one he has never entered, and I think that place will suit her—and ask the priest of Ilmort to show her, that whatever she may eat and drink, and that there is plenty of food in the city anyway." ”

Her maid quickly completed the task assigned by her master, and Meimi was taken away. The torch was reinserted back into the wall, and Berdwin, who had been walking behind Leona, was pushed away by Maren's aunt, intentionally or unintentionally, and forced to give up his position, and the lord, who had made countless orcs furious and frightened, stroked his numb cheek, and wisely did not make any gesture of resistance.

"Your Highness," said Mullen's aunt respectfully, "I beg your pardon for being rude, but may I know what you are going to do?"

"If I may," said Leona, "I would like to remain in Dorin for a few days until the punishment of my uncle, the new king of the Normans of the Highlands, has come upon me." lest his knights and mages frantically disturb the entire Norman of the Highlands in search of my traces. ”

Marlen's aunt was silent for a while: "And after that?"

"I will leave with Berdwin to find a way to prove his innocence or atone for his sins. ”

"That might take a long time. ”

"The eyes of all good gods will be on us," Leona said, "and we will let them see our hearts and souls." ”

"Will you go back to Highland Norman?"

"Yes," Leona said categorically, "yes." We will go back to Highland Norman. ”

Mullen's aunt smiled with satisfaction, "So," she continued, "do you need me to do anything - I know you don't need gold or gems, but for example, the priest of Flo ......"

This time it was Leona's turn to look confused.

"You don't think she needs to be well-treated. Quietly, for a long recuperation, my dear Highness? It is a bit too much for a frail priest to follow you around—Yes, sir, I am speaking to you, and Mullen's aunt slowed down a step and walked side by side with Bedwin, and asked solemnly, "I think she needs a month's rest, oh no, maybe a year will be better—I have a quiet and rich estate on the outskirts of Spirit, perfect for the sick to recuperate, and I promise that she will receive the best treatment and care." ”

Baldwin hesitated, after all, Memy was still a witness, although he didn't know how to use it yet, and Mammy was just a Flo priest, not a mage or a warlock, a thief, a mercenary could put her in a doom - and he had promised Mame that he would accept her and protect her.

"When she's healed," Mullen's aunt seemed to see his thoughts, "I'll hire a team of reliable mercenaries and send her wherever she wants to go." ”

"I'll try to contact you," Baldwin decided to back down, he didn't want to abandon Memmy, the problem was that Memmy's behavior was too rude, and Leona would definitely be an indispensable member of the team in the future, and if Maymy was still there, it would be very awkward between them, "If she wants to go somewhere else, let her go there, if...... She is willing to continue to follow us, and please bring her to us. "I just hope that time will erase this not-so-pleasant memory—at least the worst part, or maybe they'll have arrived in the Dragonfire Islands by then, and he'll just need to find a temple of Flor and stuff her in.

"Of course," said Mullen's aunt with a smile, "I promise that if you see her again, she will be happy and healthy." ”

"What are you looking at?" asked Kerribben in a low voice, and from the moment Plum fell to the ground, the black-haired spellcaster began to watch their every move with wide eyes, and their ears - although his ears were neither long nor pointed, the elf could still feel them tall, straight upright, and maybe spinning around without sparing a single sound.

"House fights. ”

"What?"

"A form of struggle which occurs only between women in general, and occasionally between men, or between men and women, who use all kinds of coincidences, drugs, authority, and public opinion to inflict minor or significant damage on the face, limbs, reputation, and lives of their enemies. ”

"Sounds scary. ”

"There is no doubt," the soul from another plane repeated, "no doubt." ”

&&&

They stayed in Dorin for twelve whole days, for some unknown reason. The will of the new Norman king of the Highlands came very slowly, but as Dylan had expected, Leona was stripped of her surname, inheritance, and land, and she had nothing but the treasures she had brought out of the royal court—but the eldest daughter of the old king was ready, and even if her heart would still tingle it, her will was as strong as she looked.

"I hope you will accept this," said the young Maren Lorenos, the master of Dorling. "Your Highness. ”

"I'm no longer the princess of the Norman Highlands," said Leona, "stop calling me Your Highness, Mullen, you can call me Leona - just like a friend, right, we are friends, and there is no need to be rewarded for helping a friend." ”

"You will always be my Highness, and besides, this is not a reward. Mullen said. "It's a gift, a gift for a friend—look closely, they're from the people of Doling, and they're probably worth less than a pin on your body." We hope you will take them with you, as a souvenir, as well as a token and a sign. ”

Leona had taken the jewels, and Mullen wasn't lying. The bases of those jewels are almost always sterling silver or gold-plated, as well as gold mixed with impurities, and the stones are also less expensive red agate, coal spirit, moonstone, etc. If anything, it's that they have different names engraved on their bases, "yes," she whispered, "and I'm glad to have received this gift." ”

"When you need it," says Mullen, "you can call every name—every one, and their heart is yours." ”

"Maren?!"

"There are also scrolls and wands. Mullen said calmly, as if he had just given a few serf deeds.

"No," said Leona, "Dorling has lost his strength, but he still retains his wealth, and the thief's nose is very sensitive." ”

"Don't worry about us," said Mullen cheerfully, "my knights are returning from the Silvercrown Forest, with pints (half a liter) of snow honey. And as long as I have Xuemi, I can always recruit powerful mages. ”

"And you," he continued, with a hint of worry in his eyes, "your road ahead will be difficult. ”

In the end, Leona still accepted the scrolls and wands, she knew that Maren was right, the new king had withdrawn his wanted notice and bounty, but her Aunt Diane not only did not take back the bounty, but also doubled the amount of the bounty, anyway, she not only had a lover who was very good at making money, but also a son who was very good at making money.

They left Dolin at dawn on the eleventh day, and the only ones who saw them off were Mullen and his aunt, as well as his cousins, the elder of whom would become Mullen's wife a year later.

"They're going to be a good couple. Leona said.

"Absolutely. Berdwin said.

And Cremar admired Uncle Maren's methods in his heart, since the day of the fight, Mei Mi has not appeared again, no one even mentions her name, she is like she has never appeared.

They rode on their horses, and by the time the first rays of morning light fell, the group had left Doling far behind, and under Kerribben's guidance, they galloped until the sun scorched and the road became blind, and then turned to a narrow path.

The trail was so undulating that they could not ride on their horses, so they had to jump down and lead them, and as the trail passed through a sparse wood, the elves decided to take a break here.

"May I know where we're going?" asked Gülen.

"According to the original plan," said the elf, "to the south." (To be continued......)

PS: More tomorrow......