Natasha is the maid in charge of this Sauron meeting, her job is to replenish tea or coffee for the nobles attending the meeting during the meeting, this should not be a pleasant but indeed easy job, but on the contrary, she accepted this job from the year before last, even if she has been doing it for 3 years this year, Natasha still tries to avoid even breathing during her work in the conference room, the reason is not complicated, one is that the atmosphere in the conference room has always been depressing, so that she does not dare to make a sound, and then she will never dare to forget 3 years agoHer predecessor was beheaded by the Marquis on the spot for accidentally knocking over a noble lord's teacup during the meeting. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She carefully filled the coffee for a noble lord who sat at the end of the circular round table, and then lowered her head and was about to slowly retreat, when she suddenly heard a crisp and beautiful thank you.

Thank you?

Compared with the speaker's voice, these two simple words obviously shocked Natasha more, and when she heard them for the first time in three years in this conference room, she even forgot her caution for a while, and she suddenly raised her head to meet the face that was delicate and beautiful enough, but obviously still immature, and then, when she realized that this noble lord was only a 15, The 6-year-old girl, she was even more damn stunned for a moment, and it wasn't until the latter's worried little face barely managed to squeeze out a far-fetched smile that Natasha realized how rude and dangerous her actions were.

She hurriedly lowered her head deeply, didn't dare to look at the conference room again, and left the conference room through the back door backwards.

Then, she gently closed the door of the conference room, and then she let out a long sigh of relief, ignoring the words that Nia often teased her of, 'If you slap her little breasts again', she kept patting her chest as she puffed, trying to calm her heart that was almost jumping out. During this period, despite the panic, Natasha couldn't help but think back to that delicate face, although she couldn't figure out why the young lady was sitting there, but because she saw her worried expression, she faintly worried about the young lady, what difficult things happened to her?

Natasha thought wildly, and couldn't help laughing at herself, no matter what difficulties people encountered, she was also a noble lady of noble status, and how could she be a little maid who was qualified to worry about others.

With that in mind, Natasha took the jug with her hand, put aside the jumbled thoughts in her little head, and turned to walk out of the hall with her characteristic carefree smile - she still had to change the pot of boiling water, and she had to go in and out of the conference room at least three times for an afternoon meeting.

Walking to the door of the hall, Natasha was about to reach for the door to open it, but the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Outside, the sunlight was exceptionally bright, making Natasha, who had been in the house for too long, feel dazzling, and she subconsciously raised her hand to cover her eyes.

Then when she gradually got used to the light, she saw that in front of her was an extraordinarily gentle smiling face, it was a young man, with slender black hair and a black dress, although he was not handsome in the sun, but he made people feel comfortable, and even his smile seemed warmer than the sun outside the house.

However, in stark contrast to this warm smile, his face was visibly pale, and under him was a wheelchair.

Natasha was inevitably cramped and flustered again, unable to speak.

"I beg your pardon for my presumptuousness, I hope I didn't scare you, I want to ask, how do you get to the conference room?"

Fortunately, the young man took the initiative to relieve Natasha's crampedness, although she was still so flustered that she couldn't speak, but she could still do it by reaching out to the conference room on the right side of the hall.

The young man smiled and nodded reservedly, did not speak again, and motioned for the old man behind him to push the wheelchair, he sideways Natasha, and walked straight towards the conference room.

Natasha, who was stunned, did not finally react until the young man had already entered the hall, and during the annual meeting, the Marquis strictly ordered that no one should disturb the meeting, so she hurriedly turned around, wanting to remind the young man that it was best not to disturb the meeting at this time.

But as soon as she turned around, she met the young man who had already walked a dozen steps, and just turned around, smiled and said to her, "Thank you." ”

These are these two words that are extremely lethal to Natasha, especially since these two words come from the mouth of an obviously noble person, and Natasha is hopelessly speechless again. She just watched the young man walk towards the conference room, his back becoming more and more blurred, and then thinking about the extraordinarily warm smile in the sunlight at the first glance, Natasha suddenly remembered a sentence from the 'Faustian poems' she had seen in the Marquis's study.

"He came from the light and went to eternal immortality. ”

......

"The darkest disaster that befell Alfred three months ago must be well known to all of you. ”

The Marquis of Sauron's meeting room, the annual Solon Council, began with Elizabeth Alfred, who had inherited the title of Earl of Alfred, to the council.

She stood at the very end of the circular round table, looking at the murderers in the room who were about to send the Alfred family into the abyss, she was not alarmed by the age disparity between her and them, nor was she frightened by the desperate situation of her Alfred, nor was she humbled by the fact that the survival of her Alfred was in the hands of these people in front of her. She just stood there like that, even though she was only 15 years old standing in front of such a group of people, she couldn't help but tremble slightly, but her voice was still clear, and her posture was still calm and elegant.

"I have here a document to present to the meeting: in the disaster three months ago, Count Alfred, that is, my father, was killed on the spot, the only magician of the Alfred family also died due to the depletion of magic, and at the same time, only 4 of Alfred's most important and elite knights survived, and 2 of them were seriously injured and permanently lost their strength, and the rest were all killed. So far, Alfred's entire strength, in addition to the 102 people in the Knights and the Knight Reserve Regiment, is only 500 Alfred's escort team, whose strength is generally below level 3 of Douqi. I think you know better than I do what such a force means, so in view of Alfred's current fragility, I ask the Council to put aside the decision to have Alfred fend off the Lich invasion for the time being. Please believe that Alfred is not shy about it, and is willing to contribute to the overall situation of the wasteland, even sacrificing everything, but the current Alfred really can't take on such a responsibility. ”

"Alfred's survival is not important to Alfred's defense of the Lich, but we must be concerned that it is likely that Alfred will not be able to do anything effective at all, and there is no guarantee that your lordships will be able to evacuate safely before the Lich invades. ”

The atmosphere in the conference room was a little quirky.

Of course, the weirdness here has nothing to do with the nervousness, and compared with the previous years when the Sauron meeting was full of tension from beginning to end, this year's meeting is not too easy, and the Alfred family at this time is a docile and cute little sheep in the eyes of these adults, he can't jump, can't escape, and there is no need to worry the adults at all, so the weirdness here is really more fun and secondary.

No one can deny the brilliance of the little Earl Alfred's statement.

Reasonable, well-founded, data, convincing, soft, hard, and more importantly, she finally made a thorn in her words and threatened!

What a good heir to make people jealous, especially since this is a beautiful and touching young lady.

So the expressions of the nobles and gentlemen in the conference room were colorful at once, Marquis Sauron was okay, as a descendant of the Saxons, his good heir to the honest and upright character of the Saxon nation, the number one giant in the wasteland said categorically: "Thank you Miss Elizabeth for your wonderful speech, but the decision of the meeting cannot be changed, there is no precedent for this." After a pause, he smiled, and his handsome and tough face was full of justice: "As for what you are worried about, there is no guarantee that you will be evacuated safely, this is not a problem, Alfred only needs to do your best for the wasteland, even if any of the adults suffer losses on the way to evacuate, I think they will be considerate of Alfred, and will not blame or hold accountable." ”

He seems to have forgotten, even if he wants to blame and investigate, but Alfred is dead, how can he be investigated?

The next speaker was Count Francis, who had a very close relationship with the Marquis of Sauron, and the Earl, who did not hesitate to let his three daughters be guests in Sauron City for half a year in order to maintain a good relationship with the Sauron family, was not so polite, he did not hide his mockery, and his words were extremely scathing: "Elizabeth, rejoice in the Marquis's tolerance." I can tell you responsibly that even if we suffer losses in the process of retreating, it will be after Alfred is completely finished, so in order to complete the meeting decision as much as possible, Alfred must not finish too quickly. ”

Elizabeth pursed her lips tightly.

From the time she finished speaking, her eyes were always on the third person on the left side of the round table, which was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, but extremely fair skin, which made people feel unnatural - he was at the helm of the Christopher family, and when Count Alfred was still alive, the friendship between the Alfred family and the Christopher family was a well-known thing, so at this time the eyes were always on the body of Count Christopher, and it was really not difficult to guess what Elizabeth was expecting.

But unfortunately, no matter how talented she is, she is still too young after all, and she obviously underestimates the selfishness and indifference of the aristocratic world.

Count Christopher never looked at her from beginning to end.

Despair gradually enveloped Elizabeth, and she stood there, in front of the adults in the conference room, like a weed, despite her stubbornness, everyone could feel her despair, her helplessness, her pity, and the fate she would face in the next moment.

"I beg that, no, I pray that the Conference will give serious consideration to my statement. ”

She tried to struggle, but soon, as Count Stuart, who had always had a grudge against Alfred, spoke, her struggle was futile and pale.

Count Stuart looked extremely impatient, his frowning expression was full of disdain: "Give up your useless struggle, don't say that Alfred is dead, even if he is not dead, it will not change the decision of the meeting." ”

This sentence finally made Elizabeth's face no longer have the slightest blood.

But at the same time, a snarky and unusually excited voice suddenly sounded: "Elizabeth, if you promise to wait for the lich tide to end and you are willing to come to my house, I can ask my father to send a hundred knights to be stationed in the Alfred family's territory." ”

The atmosphere in the conference room changed all at once.

There was no more fun, and all the nobles looked at the man who said it with surprise, banter, and schadenfreude.

Count Francis's expression instantly stiffened, of course he could hear that damn voice was coming from the mouth of his heir behind him, he didn't care about his heir, and immediately showed his amazing adaptability to the fullest, he hurriedly said: " Yes, after all, those of us and your father Alfred have all been on the same side after all, you don't have to worry too much, after all, in our eyes, you are still a child after all, even if we uncles can't do anything for you, we can still do it when the lich retreats and keeps you safe. ”

After speaking, he carefully noticed that Marquis Solon's originally slightly frowning brows had been stretched, Francis breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and glanced at his heir fiercely, and at the same time that the latter realized that he almost had a catastrophe and lowered his head, he was also glad in his heart that he had once again pulled the Francis family back to the security cordon. This is the real reason why Elizabeth, who is helpless on the one hand, but has amazing talent and beautiful looks on the other hand, can stand here safely and unharmed, of course, all the nobles here covet her beauty, and once wanted to fight her idea, but none of them really dared to do so, because the nobles present clearly knew why the decision of this year's meeting was made by the Alfred family.

It is said that the Marquis of Sauron's finest first line of succession had sworn Elizabeth Alfred to be his wife when he first saw her.

So many things and many decisions are made in the hearts of these adults, which are not unchangeable, but tacitly understood by each other.

Elizabeth smiled miserably.

Maybe she didn't know the thoughts of these adults, but she knew that if she Alfred perished, then why did these adults still provide her with shelter?

She bit her lip and looked at the smiles of the adults in front of her, and suddenly felt extremely dazzling, she no longer had any thoughts of struggling, and she didn't know why she suddenly felt that it was very difficult to breathe.

Despair finally enveloped her completely, and at this moment, she missed her father and her brother like never before...... Yes, her brother.

Elizabeth bit her lip so hard that the blood was running down the corners of her lips, and she thought of her brother and had to pull herself together again.

"Well, if Alfred's fate is unchangeable, my last request, the request to the Council, to postpone Alfred's responsibility for a year, and after a year, Alfred will surely sacrifice for the wasteland with all his might. ”

As she said this, Elizabeth thought that if her brother still didn't wake up after a year, then she would have no need to live, and she would no longer have to endure these bullies and bear these pressures.

However, she still overestimated the character of the nobles in front of her, who claimed to be her uncle.

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Count Stuart waved his hand impatiently again: "Don't waste any more time, since the decision has been decided, I suggest that we should discuss the retreat route of your lords as soon as possible, you know, we still have at least three issues to be resolved!"

The nobles did not speak, but they all flipped through the documents in their hands, obviously agreeing.

So Elizabeth, who stood alone at the end of the round table, was forgotten by them.

There she stood, but she was dead.

......

The sound of flipping through the documents was crisp.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Marquis Sauron frowned, and immediately turned around to scold who dared to disturb the meeting, but when he met the face of the young man in the wheelchair at the door of the room, he was stunned and couldn't speak.

At the same time, all the noble lords in the conference room also looked at the door and saw the smiling young man in a wheelchair.

"I'm sorry to interrupt the meeting, but I ask your pardon for being late. The young man in the wheelchair smiled as he looked around the conference room.

Then he suddenly stopped smiling, because he saw his sister, and also saw the blood on the corner of his sister's lips, and at that moment, the young man who narrowed his eyes, his tone suddenly lost his temperature, only indifference, and he said clearly word by word: "Allow me to introduce myself to you, I am Alfred's helmsman, my name is Augustus-Alfred. ”

Elizabeth, who was already dead and no longer conscious, heard this, and suddenly turned her head to look at it.

Her eyes suddenly brightened, she opened her little mouth, but suddenly reached out again to cover her mouth, and tears uncontrollably slipped down her cheeks from her eyes—this must have been a dream, an illusion, right?, Elizabeth thought, but why was the blurred face in her tearful eyes so real?

She ran to the door without any image, and met the young man's somewhat far-fetched smile, elegant, reserved, cultivated, temperamental, she didn't want it all, just squatted on the ground unscrupulously, buried her head in the young man's lap, she greedily felt this strange and familiar warmth, security.

She suppressed her crying and let her weak shoulders tremble.

The young man gently stroked her long hair, slowly raised his head, and looked around at everyone in the conference room, his eyes empty and almost blank.

He said calmly in a tone that only the two of them could hear: "Good, don't cry, don't be afraid, there is a brother." I assure you, all the people who have bullied us, my brother will make them regret it very much, regret it very much. ”