"Don't do this, my lord, this is the church, not your castle!" said an old priest of Raffydeon, who tried to prevent the three strangers of unknown origin from entering the church's common room, for it was a time for the priest or the visiting sick or dignitary to rest, and it was traditionally the most taboo to be disturbed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But the three strangers showed no respect for this tradition at all, and the leader of the strangers, who had been impatient, gestured to the other two, and in an instant two long swords were placed on the priest's neck. The clergy could not react to such a change at all, because such a threat to the clergy could be seen as a provocation to the gods he served.

"Three adults. A fine layer of cold sweat oozed from the priest's old face, and his body had become trembling when he spoke, but as an old priest who had served the gods for many years, his basic cultivation allowed him to overcome his fear at the moment, "Can I understand that this is a war against the great god of life and death, Raffydeon?"

"This is your personal understanding, not my personal meaning. Obviously, the leader of the strangers was jealous of the words of the priest, "I will personally repent to the great gods after this incident." ”

As soon as the words were finished, the two strangers also took their long swords back into their scabbards with interest. Without the threat of the two long swords, the old priest felt that his whole body was relaxed, and he was about to open his mouth to reason with the three nobles of the stranger when he was blocked by a stranger: "Priest, the two of us are now going to ask the gods for the salvation of our sins. Can you lead the way?"

Despite the pleading tone, the old priest was carried away by the two strangers. The clergy who had been treated in this way could only keep kicking their legs and waving their hands in protest against this barbaric act, and even loudly persuading the nobles who could not afford to offend themselves with the words of the gods.

At this time, the leader of the strangers could not help but breathe a sigh of relief as he listened to the priest's words gradually disappear at the end of the church corridor. The gods in this world are real, and what they did just now is a provocation to the gods in a sense, although they have a certain status, but once they spread it, they will still cause a lot of trouble to themselves.

Taking a deep breath, the hands of the stranger in the depths of the steel gloves inserted the key "borrowed" from the priest into the keyhole, and only after making up his mind did he open this wooden door that seemed to be old, and his goal of braving the cold of winter this time was here, and the goal he had been looking for for fifteen years was here, which made him feel extremely excited and excited at the moment.

The sound of the key turning came to his ears, and the stranger breathed a sigh of relief on his resolute countenance, as if the sinner waiting for redemption had been forgiven by the gods.

The wooden door slowly opened with the push of the stranger's tiptoe, and the room of light and darkness was displayed to the stranger's eyes, but at the moment of excitement, the senses he had cultivated over the years on the battlefield made him feel that danger was approaching.

A shiny cold light flashed across the stranger's face, and a dagger came out from behind the door and thrust into the stranger's waist—where there was no steel plate covering, only a layer of poorly defended chain mail, which was relatively vulnerable.

The stranger reflexively reached out and grabbed the handle of the dagger that had been stabbed, clenched it and flipped it over, the stranger was quite skillful in dealing with such an amateur attack, but a delicate cry made the stranger who was about to abolish the attacker react from the subconscious of the war. If it had been a second or two late, the attacker would have been deposed.

After letting go of the attacker's hand, the stranger took a few steps back, taking in the face of the attacker. This is a girl who is about an adult, and her height is relatively tall compared to girls of the same age, about 1.7 meters, but she is so weak compared to the altitude of 1.9 meters in a stranger. The girl was wearing a black cloak at this time, but not the fluff worn by the stranger to keep warm, and the linen cloak obscured the girl's figure. But the girl's bright snow-white hair, purple pupils and beautiful facial features all attract the attention of strangers, not the kind of appreciation or amazement that sees beautiful things, but the excited eyes when familiar but lost things are recovered.

"Who are you?" Shilinya was staring at the stranger standing in the doorway, the injury to her right hand caused by the other party made the girl feel pain, although the other party let go of her hands at the right time, Shilinya did not relax in any way. The other party's cloak covered by plate armor made Shirinya feel a great threat, especially the reaction speed and means that the other party showed just now.

"Huh?" the stranger only now realized from his state, and he did not rush to answer Shilinya's question, but took off the cloak that covered his head to reveal his true face—a white mantle of broken hair and a diamond-angled face, and a pair of bright red eyes, a scar that ran from under his left eye across the bridge of his nose to his right face, as if it were a face made of two pieces of a puzzle.

Seeing the other party's behavior of lifting the cloak, Shilinya felt confused, so he didn't know him, so his behavior didn't mean anything, in Shilinya's eyes, the other party just had the same white hair color as herself, but the next behavior made Shilinya's pupils shrink suddenly.

The middle-aged stranger took out a peculiar brooch from one of the pockets inside the cloak - a silver brooch glowing with brilliant white light, and the head of the brooch was in the shape of a lily, the petals on which were decorated with red crystals, and the core of which was carved from purple crystals, giving this brooch a strange beauty.

Shilinya also had one of the brooches, which her mother Alicia had given to Shilinya the day before she died, and told Shilinya that it was a sign that she represented her family, even though Shilinya had been ignorant of such a family for more than a decade.

"Alan Alian. Duke Anjitan "The stranger saw Shilinya's expression and already knew that his conjecture was correct, and at this moment brought an amiable smile, although this smile was not similar to the temperament of his face, but Shilinya was able to reflect the kindness expressed by this uncle, "I am your father, can you tell me your name?"

"Shilinya Loren. The Duke is glad to meet you. Shirinya will immediately make a standard lady's dress on Alain to show her commoner status and show her unique respect for Alain, who is a duke, although this lady's dress dress on the cloak seems nondescript, "Please forgive me for my rudeness." But I live with my mother, and I don't have a father, does the Duke have the wrong person?"

Now Shilinya was frightened, because she had just intended to assassinate a duke, and such an act was enough to sentence her to death. Now Shilinya can't beat him, she can't kill people, she can only follow the other party's wishes. As for the news revealed by the Duke, Shilinya said that it was difficult to accept it for a while.

"Can we go in and talk slowly?" Alain was completely surprised by Shilinya's reaction, and only made a reasonable request.

"Yes. Please. Shilinya immediately opened the half-hidden door, and at the same time made an inviting gesture to stand by the door, and the etiquette between these nobles was trained by Alicia before her death, if Shilinya was just an ordinary girl, these are all inevitable things, and now everything can be explained in Shilinya's opinion. Provided that Alain, who calls himself a duke, is not lying.

It is a very ordinary church lounge that is also used as a medical room on a regular basis. In this case, the internal structure is also quite rudimentary, with only a bed, a chair and a table, and there is a bowl of steaming medicine on the table, which must have been drunk by Shilinya, but it was not finished because of the intrusion of Alan and others.

"Don't be inhibited, relax. Alain, who sat down on the only chair in it, found that Shilinya was quite nervous at this time, Alain had seen too much about this situation, most of which was caused by the gap in identity, but immediately thought of the words of the captain of the Self-Defense Force named Denton, and immediately worried about Shilinya's physical condition, "Sit down, let's finish the medicine first." ”

"Yes, Lord Duke. Shilinya nervously sat on the bed that Alain pointed to, and at the same time picked up the bowl of unfinished medicine, and looked at Alain from time to time when she drank it, observing Alain's every move.

Obviously, Alain felt quite dissatisfied with Shilinya's name for herself, after all, this is her own daughter, who would want her own daughter to behave in a superior-inferior, even respectful relationship with herself when she gets along in private?

"You don't need to call me Lord Duke, for you are my daughter and I am your father. You should call me father. Got it?" Alain said to Shirinya in a reproachful tone, as the big steel hand gently stroked Shirin's silky snow-white hair.

Shilinya was quite resistant to Alain's head-touching behavior, dodging Alain's big steel hand and saying, "I'm sorry, I don't have a father, Lord Duke." ”

Hearing Shilinya's words, Alain's body and face froze.