A black top hat, a black buttoned jacket lined with a white shirt, and a handbag, Roch looked like a noble gentleman.

Touching his wrinkled face again, I don't know what's going on, Luo Xi still has such a little nostalgia for some reason.

Shaking his head, Roshi walked through the gates and into the rebel-overrun city.

It's a common little town, with wooden buildings lining the sides of the road, not much different from any other city Roch has visited.

Quite distinctively, there are some sculptures standing here and there, with white wings and a kind and beautiful face, she is all over the city, no matter how her body language changes, her facial expression is always slightly lowered, and she looks down on the world with a pair of pitying eyes.

This is Zinar, the deity believed in the kingdom of Reims, and legend has it that the establishment of the kingdom of Reims is also directly related to her.

She created the Sword of Judgment, presented it to the Founding Lord of the Legendary Knight, helped him establish the kingdom of Reims, and later married him as his wife, and the two had two children, one of whom succeeded to the throne and the other became the Pope of the Holy See of Reims, the religion of the Kingdom of Reims.

Roshi didn't know if this legend was true, if so, then the founding monarch of the Reims Kingdom was really a successful little white face.

"I heard that the front line has won another battle, and General Ottwell led his men to annihilate more than a thousand enemies!"

"It's two thousand four hundred and twenty-eight! Hmph, we have Her Royal Highness the Princess, the Holy Maiden, how can these ignorant mortals win?

"Don't be too happy, I heard that the old man can't help it, and is ready to start a decisive battle with General Karis on the Lacemia Plain, in terms of overall strength, we still have a gap with the king..."

"Where did you get the news? It can't be? Is that old thing who only knows how to set gems in crowns go crazy? Does he gamble the whole country for the sake of the Holy Spirit?"

At this moment, the chatter of two pedestrians on the side of the road caught Roshi's attention.

Holy Maiden, Her Royal Highness, Holy Spirit?

When he went to Wells Town to get identity paperwork before, he actually inquired about the situation here, but the news in that remote town was too closed, and he didn't ask what the situation was.

At this time, listening to the discussions of these pedestrians, Luo Xi couldn't help but be a little puzzled, from this point of view, this princess is not like the third prince said that she was attacked and kidnapped by the rebels.

Looks like we'll have to ask someone about the situation...

He came to carry out the rescue mission, and whether the other party was kidnapped or came over voluntarily is directly related to the difficulty of completing his mission.

...............

Las Vieu, St. Lan's Cathedral.

A cool breeze blew in from the window, lifting the floor-to-ceiling curtains on the balcony with a bright red base and a flame pattern with gold threads.

At the edge of the balcony stood a young girl.

She wore a pure white silk one-piece dress, tightly tied around her waist with an equally white ribbon, and a short red jacket over it.

The beautiful cheeks were somewhat similar to the sculptures that lined the streets, but much younger, looking only sixteen or seventeen years old.

It's just that there is a lack of innocence on her face, she grasps the railing tightly with both hands, and looks into the distance, but there seems to be a trace of sorrow in a pair of beautiful big glasses.

"Da Da Da"

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the door, with neat and powerful steps, and when you heard it, you knew that it was a person who had been practicing martial arts all year round.

"Is Your Highness inside?"

"Yes, sir. ”

After talking to the maid outside, this figure walked in, a heavy body, long gray hair, and a hideous scar on his face that people will not forget at a glance, it was Ottwell, who was in charge of encircling and suppressing Rohi before.

He walked all the way to a distance of ten paces from the balcony, pressed his left chest with one hand, and saluted the girl on the balcony.

"Your Highness. ”

The girl on the balcony nodded, then turned her head with a smile on her cheek.

"Brother Outer!" her voice was as crisp as a chirping warbler, and then she held the hem of her skirt in her hands and prepared to run towards Outville not far away.

Seeing this, several maids in the room and a ceremonial officer who was guarding the edge of the balcony frowned.

At this moment, Ottwell also hurriedly took a step back and saluted again.

"Your Highness Lias. ”

The girl's footsteps stopped, the smile on her face faded, and her eyes darkened slightly.

She slowed her pace and raised her chin slightly. With the satisfied eyes of the ceremonial officer, he slowly walked in front of Ottwell.

"Is there something going on on at the front?Otwell Knight?" she frowned.

"No!" Outwell shook his head: "Everything is going well, Nazca has already gone to the royal capital to negotiate with His Royal Highness the Second Prince, and it may be able to bring us a good result." ”

"That's fine... After all, this war is pointless..."Lias sighed softly: "Just because of a false rumor, my father... What's going on?"

No one can resist the temptation of eternal life, especially at this age. ”

"........." Lias fell silent, she knew that what Outwell said was the truth, but she couldn't accept it, after all, the person on the throne was still her father, regardless of the status of the king.

Shaking her head, Liath shook away the troubled thoughts in her head and continued to ask Altwell, "Since it is not a matter of the front line, why did you come to me in a hurry?" I saw the uneasiness and worry on your face. ”

"Bad news, my Highness. Ottwell held down the long sword in his hand with one hand, and frowned: "The royal capital has sent people to prepare against you." ”

The guards standing in the room suddenly tensed.

"Assassin?" a whispered voice rang out, the chief of guard in charge of Lias standing in the room.

"Yes. Ottwell nodded.

Pagra, the head of the guard, frowned, and asked in a cold voice, "What kind of assassin dares to assassinate Her Highness?"

Altwell hesitated for a moment, then spoke, "There is only one." ”

The room was quiet for a moment, and the many guards looked at each other as if they had choked on something, and there was already a little more unhappiness in their eyes when they looked at Ottwell again.

"General Outwell, are you kidding me?"

Pagra's voice suddenly became louder, and he sneered sarcastically, "Or do you think that we Templars are all wine bags and rice bags? Can I see this as a provocation to us?"

"Calm down, Lord Puguera, wait until I'm done!" Ottwell interrupted Pagra's vent.

The next sentence made the anger on the faces of the guards in the room quickly subside, and they became nervous again.

Pagra said slowly, "The other party is a legendary knight. ”