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Adesil cautiously followed the white-haired maid chief, walking in unison.

"Miss Maid is so ......tall," Eddie Hill thought wildly, she was a little envious, she herself developed very slowly, so she was especially envious of those tall people, especially female surnames, always felt that they were more mature, more imposing, and more understanding than herself.

How to get along with male surnames.

"Miss Long Ge, your room has arrived, do you have any other instructions?"

Just then, Iofita stopped. When she turned to look at Adehill, the dragon princess was startled by her lake-green eyes.

What a pair of cold, calm eyes...... Eddie Hill had seen countless pairs of eyes, joyful, angry, greedy, and jealous, but the maid's eyes were the most ruthless she had ever seen.

"Hmm......" Edhill looked into those eyes, plucking up a little courage, "that ...... Excuse me, Miss Maid, do you have anything else to do tonight?"

On the delicate face of the person who has not been powdered, but is absolutely beautiful and "frozen", a contemplative look appeared: "Do you want to do something...... Normally, only Miss Eliel and Master Ian would call me at night, but now Miss Eliel has fallen asleep, and Master Ian ...... I probably won't be summoned tonight. ”

Adehill noticed that when Iofita mentioned Evan Ian, she snapped for no apparent reason.

Ah, sure enough......

Sensitively capturing this, Edhill whispered to Iofita, "So, Miss Maid, could you have a chat with me tonight?" ”

Iofita stared at her silently for a moment, then finally spoke, "Miss Edhill, call me Iofita, I like the name very much." ”

"Yes, Sister Iofita. Adehill nodded a little happily, "In exchange, you'll also call me 'Adele', okay?"

Looking at Eddie Hill's slightly expectant eyes, the white-haired maid paused: "I will listen to your orders." ”。

Coming out of Feldnan's place, Evanian hummed a little song all the way to his room.

He asked for permission from Feldenand, but it was not the time to act, the inquisitors were very hidden, and he needed to plan carefully how to get the most out of the battle with his current manpower.

Especially the hostages in hand have not yet been completely fermented, and within a few hours after the capture of the captive, the lair of the people will be immediately eliminated, this level of action and control is inevitably a little too terrifying, so it is necessary to wait for a day or two for the time being.

He pushed open the door and saw the captured church girl, who had been thrown to the ground at random, in the usual style of Iofita.

But to be honest, if it were Evan Ian himself, he wouldn't have chosen to throw the girl directly into his bed - don't forget that she had fought with Evan Ian before, covered in dust and blood, and black dust kept falling from her charred robe as long as she shook it slightly.

"But it's quite cute......" Evan Ian squatted down and gently brushed away the girl's silver-blue bangs, revealing a demure and pure face, which was more suitable for wearing glasses and sitting in the library quietly turning the pages than carrying a long sword to fight and kill.

Young, pretty, with a touch of childishness, more youthful than Evan Ian imagined.

Evanian casually pulled the girl's excessively beautiful chrome ponytail, pinched it in his hand and played with it gently, thinking about what to do next.

The girl's hair is very soft, with a faint scent of holy kites, she looks helpless lying on the ground in a coma, her waist is very slender and unbearable, and the twin peaks on her chest that rise and fall slightly with her breathing also have a good altitude.

If he really wanted to push her down, Evanian was confident, even if she rolled on the ground and was a little dirty, he was sure that he would just get on her without doing anything after years of hunger.

But what about after falling for her?

Insulting a nun is not a small crime, if you want me, then it is certainly a favorite topic of conversation among the lords, but if it is rape, even if he is the son of the lord, he will inevitably be pointed at by the lords behind his back.

What's more, in order to counter the Church's monopoly on judicial power through the divine art of "divine identification", he is enforcing the legal system in his territory, if he takes the lead in spreading the news of rape of nuns. So what will the people think when they suddenly realize that the law can only punish the crimes of the common people, but not the crimes of the nobles? Will they still be willing to believe the argument preached by the Bureau of Justice that "the rule of man is self-governing and the natural rights are right"?

Evanian stretched out his finger and subconsciously poked lightly on the girl's blown-up cheek, how old is she? sixteen years old, fifteen years old, or fourteen years old? At such a young age, she already has such a high level of magic and swordsmanship, her childhood must have been very monotonous and hard.

She practiced her swordsmanship day and night, prayed to the gods, listened to the teachings of the church, firmly believed in the truth that those who were enemies of the gods were evildoers, and fanatically believed in the fact that she must be dedicated to the gods in this life, and she must be dedicated to the gods.

And when such a fanatic suddenly finds that she has been ** in a dark heresy, what will she think?

Do you commit suicide in anger, or are you consumed by a sense of mad shame and anger, vowing to hunt down yourself for the rest of your life and never look back?

Staring at her face, Evanian sighed softly, what a terrible future.

"Zealot?" Evanian muttered suddenly, stood up with a dumb smile, and walked briskly to the window, pulling back the curtains.

Looking out the window at the White Rose City in the night.

"I'm really crazy...... I don't know how many fanatics like her are, but after less than a day of meeting, they suddenly thought about saving her or something......" Evan Ian laughed at himself to himself, "I'm really enchanted......"

Enchanted ...... Probably this is the devil......

Evan Ian had forgotten what he had thought in the first place, and perhaps the original reason was simple - during the time of Nolan Jire's life, he had been taken care of by the Crow's Golden Lock, and he felt very happy in the turbulent life since he first crossed.

But because he is a traverser, he is still not satisfied in the face of such happiness, and always thinks greedily, to be better and better, to be happier and happier, not only to be good, but also to be better and happier in the face of other people, and the people around him.

Desire, or maybe that's what you have to be a traverser...... Evan Ian couldn't help but laugh at his naivety when he thought back to himself.

Because it is not enough for one person to be happy, so it is necessary to make the people around you equally happy, but the people around you also have friends and family, so it is not enough to just live well for the people around you, we must make more and more people happy.

For ordinary people, this may be a dead end, if it weren't for being a traverser, he might not be able to produce such a simple and grand dream at all, right?

And if it weren't for the coincidence that he suddenly became the son of the duke, maybe this dream is just a dream, and if there is no chance to realize it, he will die in front of reality, and it is not necessarily impossible.

Because, even with the help of the Duke's son, on the way to realize this ideal step by step, Evan Ian felt tired and wanted to give up.

However, as soon as he was tired from working in the Duke's Palace, he would go out and wander the streets of the White Rose City, quietly listening to the crowd of his subjects about the changes in life, listening to their words gradually change from dead silence to a touch of vitality, and then from a trace of vitality to words full of hope and dreams.

Walking on the corners of the city, Evanian felt like he had become a member of the city, he felt the breath of the territory and the city, and that huge breath was made up of hundreds of thousands, millions of living people, these millions of people, these millions of people, each of them had their own dreams, their own happiness, their own happiness, and as the lord of a county, the ruler of the territory, his responsibilities, his tasks, his ideals, were all shared and shared by these millions of people.

He gave happiness to tens of millions of people, and tens of millions of people entrusted each other with their surnames, driven by him and pointed out by him, attacking cities and villages, unmatched, and urban and rural construction without rivals.

Because this is the breath of the entire Nanling, the beliefs and ideals of tens of millions of people are entrusted to his hands, in the face of this force, the strength of the individual is so small, in front of this force, no matter what kind of enemy, is so vulnerable in front of him.

Pushing open the window and breathing in the slightly cold air, Evanian calmed his uncontrollable heart.

Because of the promises and hopes he gave, the people of Nanling trust him, support him, and follow him, but the trust that the people of Nanling give to Evanian has not fed back into his heart, affected his heart, and made him gradually sink into this boundless sense of achievement and mission, forgetting himself and serving the people's wishes?

Evan Ian thinks.

If that's what you're incarnating...... So for the time being, why don't you just let it go on......

Edhill held the vanilla tea that Iofita had brewed for her, brought it to her lips, and took a sip gently.

The mellow milky aroma is mixed with the aroma of vanilla, and after a short stay on the tip of the tongue, it spreads.

Happily relieved, Eddie Hill looked up at the white-haired girl in front of her, "Sister Iofita, you've been with your brother for many years, right?"

"Master Ian?" Iofita was placing the cookies on the tray when she heard Edhill's words, her hand movements paused, "I've probably been with Master Ian longer than anyone else in this family. ”

"Even in the entire White Rose City, it is the second longest. Iofita placed the tray full of biscuits and petit fours on the table, tucked her hair behind her back, and sat down in her chair.

"I see...... I don't know if it's an illusion, Edhill always felt that she felt a faint pride from Iofita's undulating tone, "It's amazing......"

The two girls had just taken a shower, wearing only thin nightdresses, sitting at the tea table and drinking milk tea.

Eddie Hill was dragged away by Evanian halfway through her dinner, and by this time, her little belly was already half empty. Seeing that Iophta actually brought the supper, her eyes couldn't help but pass a hint of joy, leaned forward, and reached for the pralines in the tray. When it came to his mouth, it creaked and gnawed like a little squirrel.

After chewing a few quick bites and swallowing, Edhill continued to ask, "Then Sister Iofita, can you tell me what kind of person your brother is in your heart?"

Eddie Hill had been shopping with Evan Ian for a day, and although she had some insights, she didn't get any intrinsic connection from Evan Ian's seemingly illogical actions - that is, she still didn't know Evan Ian as a person, and she didn't know what Evan Ian thought.

She always felt that this was not going to work, so she brought in Iofita, the maid who was said to be the closest to Evan Ian.

Hearing Adesil's question, Iofita's shoulders stiffened slightly, and she staggered her gaze to look out the window.

The pale red curtains are opened, and the night view of the White Rose City is not glorious, and the power system in the city is not enough to supply power to the urban area outside the industrial area around the clock. But Iofita has always felt that the night also has the benefit of the night.

For example, if time could go back to nine years ago, then she would rather Evangel go down with her in the dark and rotten Wenning district than watch him go further and further away from her side like this.

Looking at the night, Iofita thought quietly for a moment, and finally she looked back at Adehill-

"Master Ian, he'...... is a person who walks very fast. ”

"Huh?" Edhill froze in response to Iofita's somewhat nonsensical answer, and the half-bitten biscuit was between Sakura's lips, but it was a little cute, "Walk fast? What does this mean?"

Iofta showed a faint smile that Edhill had never seen before: "Miss Adele, you...... We'll find out later. ”

"Master Ian, he walks very fast, if you don't seize the opportunity now, then his back will be farther and farther away from you, higher and higher, until finally so high that you have to look up to him, and you can't catch him anymore-"

That smile is so sad, but at the same time there is a kind of demon surname that makes Desiel, who is also a female surname, can't help but suffocate it.

Adehill had never been so aware that Iofita was a beauty, a beautiful woman that even she felt a little sorry for.

Her long hair, pure white as snow, fell from the side of her slender neck to the front of her body, and the towering twin peaks clung to the front of her nightdress, with a dwarfing majestic elevation. A pair of ten-fingered delicate soft wattles rested on those slender thighs somewhat casually, showing good upbringing. But it's easy to forget that it's this seemingly soft and delicate body, but casually sandwiched Eddie Hill under her armpit and ran wildly for several kilometers on the eaves of Wenning District, but she didn't even breathe more.

Beautiful and powerful, it is in stark contrast to the delicate and weak nature of Eddie Hill.

And it was such a perfect female surname in the eyes of Eddie Hill, but she told her - Evan Ian, she couldn't catch it anymore.

How can you just give up!

Driven by an unspeakable impulse, Adehill jerked to her feet, her greasy hands that had grabbed the biscuits, and she gripped Iophta hard-

"Sister Iofita, please cheer up! My father once told me: If you choose to give up, then you will definitely fail, if you choose to wait, then the opportunity will be in vain, so no matter how slim the hope is, only if you have chased it in person and tried it, you will not let yourself regret it! Since you think that your brother has left you, then why don't you catch up? If you give up, you will be disappointed, if you don't give up, there may be a glimmer of hope, if you give up, then everything is really over!"

Edhill held Iofita's hand tightly, and in a blur, she suddenly had the illusion that she was holding her yesterday self.

Last night, she was so disillusioned that she wanted to give up everything and die.

However, it wasn't until she was taken by Evan Ian and really walked in front of death that she suddenly discovered-

I chose to give up everything in the first place, but I was so stupid.