In the leisurely morning, the sun shines on the windowsill, and the fine dust is danced with a gust of wind, and the pieces are clearly visible in the sunlight. Silester sat behind Wren's desk, holding his chin and looking at the thin veil-like clouds in the distant sky.www.biquge.info The clouds in her mind changed to Wren's appearance, and then to Sarcomo's, back and forth, and finally to calm again.

There was a gentle knock on the door, she sighed, straightened her back, and there was an inexplicable solemn majesty on her calm little face.

"Come in!", the voice was crisp and ethereal, hiding some special power.

Alma opened the door and froze for a moment, curtsied with the corner of her skirt raised, she was still wondering who was looking for her when she was called by Fontos. It could have been Voncos herself, or someone else, but she didn't think it was Celeste. Compared to Wren, who was sitting in that chair, Celeste didn't put much pressure on her. The little girl was a year older and still a child, and there was not a trace of frightening on her fair and tender little face.

"You look for me. Alma stood at her desk, looking down at her toes, jealous of Celeste. She couldn't stop the spread of jealousy, Celeste was born into a wealthy family, and enjoyed endless glory and wealth since he was a child. Even if she was given to Wren by Sarcomo as a little lover, it would be a great blessing in Alma's eyes. Not only wealth, but also power and status. Even if it is just a little lover, it is also a little lover of the golden noble, and her status is countless times higher, so that she can only look up.

Celeste's face was sad or joyless, calm and solemn as if he had changed into a different person, and the little girl who loved to laugh and make trouble suddenly quieted down, making it difficult for people to adapt for a while. She followed Wren's example, her face tensed, and the slender white fingers of her right hand tapped lightly on the armrest, making a trembling sound.

"Look up. She said this, and there was something in her flat tone that Alma could not refuse, and Alma could only raise her head to meet Celeste's gaze. Celeste's gaze flashed with a rare power, and in a trance, Alma seemed to see Wren's shadow overlapping the little girl's body. Celeste pursed his lips, his pink lips were slightly deformed under the squeeze, and people couldn't help but want to take a bite, "Where is Brother Wren now?"

Without the slightest hesitation or thought, Alma almost blurted out with the fear she had for Wren all the year, "I don't know, Miss." ”

"Do you really not know?", Celeste's tone was still the same as before, without a trace of ripples, "Do you not know, or don't want to tell me?", this sentence is very heartbreaking, Alma's back began to heat up in an instant, began to sweat, she shook her body uneasily, closed her lips tightly and did not say a word. Celeste chuckled, and although the laughter was extremely pleasant, it was like thunder to Alma's ears.

After a trance again, Alma felt that behind the little girl in front of him, there was a faint shadow of Wren. Each time her fingers tapped on the armrest, the sound of a drum beating was almost exactly the same rhythm as her heartbeat. When Celeste's fingers suddenly hung in the air, Alma inhaled sharply as if he had just come out of his suffocation, his eyes faintly blackened, and he almost couldn't stand up. She quickly stretched out her hands to keep her balance, and blinked a few times before her vision brightened again.

"Is it unwell?", Celeste leaned forward slightly, a carnivore aimed at the ferocity and serenity of the prey ready to pounce, "I'll change the subject, where is Sarcomo now?", the little girl looked at Alma, the moment Alma just opened her lips, Celeste interrupted what she was about to say, "Think clearly before answering." I'm young, and even if I do something wrong, Brother Wren will forgive me. Some mistakes can be undone, some cannot. ”

Beads of sweat began to form on Alma's hairline, how could this little girl be like this? how could this be? how old was she? Why was there such momentum on her body?

In fact, Alma thought about it, although Celeste is a little girl, the people she has always been in contact with are not ordinary and simple characters. Whether it is Sarcomo or Wren, they are the kind of big people who can control the joys and sorrows of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people with their words and deeds. As the president of the provincial general association of Bell, a small change in Sarcomo's attitude may be able to disappoint or make hundreds of thousands of civilians happy. Wren's every move determines the fate of many people's lives and deaths.

has been with these big shots for a long time, and they have more or less been contaminated with their habits and their momentum. You must know that children are the easiest to imitate others, and their smart thinking and strong learning ability can always make them imitate vividly. Not to mention that at this time, Celeste also has the power of life and death for many people, but she usually doesn't pay much attention to it, and she has never shown it in front of people.

Alma only felt her throat feel dry and itchy, and she immediately smoothed her throat after uttering a syllable, "Hmm...... Ahem, your grandpa should be outside of Mirin City. ”

"Please call him Mr. Sarcomo, in my current capacity he is an enemy of our family, not my grandfather. The little girl was very clear, especially after she knew that Sarcomo was openly working against Rennes, she quickly sorted out her emotions and moods, and drew a line between her and Sarcomo. It's not that she's realistic, but when she was given to Rennes like a gift by Sarcomo, she was no longer herself, and she didn't belong to herself.

She is Wren's little lover, Wren's private property, which only belongs to Wren, and has no relationship with Sarcomo in name.

"Yes!", Alma lowered her head again.

Celeste's bright pupils contracted slightly, and she whispered, "So, Brother Wren is also outside of Milin City, right? They met together, maybe there was already a fight?", her eyes were focused on Alma's face again, she got up from her chair, walked around the table and walked to Alma's side. The little girl was only thirteen or fourteen years old at this time, and she had grown very fast in the past year, and was only a head lower than Alma. She circled around Alma, surveying her attire, and nodded in defiance or mockery.

She finally stopped right in front of Alma, she pinched Alma's chin with her fingers, lifted her head, and let her eyes look directly at herself, "Tell me, did they fight?"

Unable to stand Celeste's gaze, Alma nodded hesitantly, "Yes, there should be a fight today." ”

"Who can win?"

Once again, Alma blurted out, "It must be Lord Castle." ”

Celeste frowned, and a cute little lump of flesh squeezed out between his eyebrows. Soon the little lump of flesh loosened again, and with the innocent smile on her face, she raised her hand to dust off Alma's shoulder from the non-existent dust, "I think so too, if there is further news, please inform me as soon as possible, don't let me go to you." She shook her hand and turned to the desk, Alma hesitated, curtsied at the corner of her skirt, took five or six steps back, and then quickly turned away.

She's fed up and doesn't want to stay in this room any longer, Celeste has turned into a monster, it's terrible!

The door to the study was gently shut, and the whole room was once again enclosed, and Celeste almost collapsed in his chair, and the abyss of Wren was gone, leaving only a pale powerlessness. She looked at the pure white wall opposite with distracted eyes, and muttered to herself, "Is there a fight? It's still a fight, but why fight, isn't it good for the family to be together?", with a cry in her tone, her eyes also turned red, and there was a circle of mist.

She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, and sat up straight again, "I want to be strong, grandpa said, as long as you are strong enough, there is no difficulty that you can't overcome!"

At this moment, outside Milin City, the front of the Holy Cult armed forces in Rennes suddenly shrank, and Kazari, who was commanding the battle in the war, had his eyes lit up and shouted loudly, "He can't bear it anymore, continue to attack, kill, kill, kill!"

It stands to reason that the three thousand Templars and the five thousand five hundred knights in Wren's hands are very combative. A large number of knights are almost invincible as long as they run and maintain their mobility, as long as they are not surrounded. But war is not an arithmetic problem, it is as simple as two sides posing their respective combat strength and then adding or subtracting it. If Wren wants to destroy the rebels, he must have contact with the rebels, how can he destroy the other party if there is no contact? Could it be that the other party will die after breathing a few miles away?

It's an upgraded novel where a man challenges a world, but it doesn't work here. If you want to destroy your opponent, you must have contact, and those ordinary light infantry are easy to deal with, but when you encounter those heavy warriors with tower shields and flails, it is useless to charge and gouge through. They are like moving lumps of iron, and if you put them on, you can knock them over, but you can also knock them over. Once they can't cut through the opponent's formation and are entangled by these troublesome reinforcements, the opponent's cavalry will immediately surround them. With the opponent's numerical advantage, in a short period of time, the 5,500 knight clusters under Wren not only did not drive the rhythm, but were held by the other party.

Seeing that the formation on the opposite side changed again, Kazari hurriedly called the others, and more than 20,000 rebels fiercely enveloped the Holy Sect in the shape of a crescent. The Templars were also retreating, and had retreated behind the Templars.

Uvel was stunned and shouted, "Wren wants to run!"

He turned to look at Sarcomo and his three thousand knights, who were ready to attack behind him, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Stop Wren's retreat, we are here, and destroy them all!" (To be continued.) )