Chapter 52 Verona

After tens of thousands of years of ups and downs, the Fighting Spirit Continent has gone through twists and turns, and today, both the Eastern Continent and the Western Continent have their own unique cultural traditions.

There is also the annual Luoyang Lantern Festival, which is not available elsewhere, and this lantern festival is naturally quite distinctive, and it will be lively on that day, and will attract tourists from all over the world to come and see the style.

Now that the quadrennial Fighting Spirit Conference is sewn, the number of people at this Lantern Festival must be extremely large.

At the suggestion of some people, Luo Fan did not object, speaking of some festivals in the past that world, it seems that they were all spent alone, and every time I think about it, I will inevitably feel a little astringent.

The Temple of Light, the square.

Dusk is always beautiful, but it is beautiful before darkness, and it will eventually be replaced by the darkness that gradually comes.

Luo Fan stretched his arms and lay on the wooden chair in the corner of the square, the fountain that had gone through many years was still spraying clear water, and the white stone wall outside the fountain was damaged by some nicks, and then it seemed to have been simply repaired, only faintly dilapidated and quaint.

In the evening sky, a flock of white doves swept by, leaving a few pieces of white feathers, gently falling to the world, but this scene is a different kind of picturesque beauty.

A somewhat damaged church behind the square no longer has the sacred glory of the past, there is a faint outline of decay and loneliness, and the statue of light in the center of the church has also collapsed greatly, and all kinds of scars on the statue can be vaguely seen.

In the battle of the temple a long time ago, all the personnel of the Temple of Light left, and those who did not leave may have been killed on the spot. Now this sign of loneliness seems to tell the tragedy of the great war that day, and there is no trace of it.

It is said that after the battle between the people and horses of the temple and the palace in those days, there were countless casualties, corpses were everywhere, and blood stained red for miles.

After hastily disposing of the corpses, many magicians cleaned up the remnants of the war with water magic, and after half a day of cleaning, the blood stains on the ground were finally cleaned up. However, the land in the distance was also dyed red, and the original color of the ground was replaced, as if to remind people of the fierceness of the war.

The once sacred temple is now like this, and no one has come and gone to pray, and the temple has since declined.

There are also those who have proposed to completely destroy all the ruins left by the temple, and countless of them who have a great grudge against the temple naturally want to cut down the grass and eradicate them all. It's just that no one dares to do that under the obstruction of some forces, not to mention that the temple personnel no longer exist, even if they leave the ruins, it's not a big deal, but I don't know what the point is to leave this ruined ruins.

The ground of the square, which used to be paved with bluestone, has also become dilapidated, and there seems to be a faint blood that has lingered for a long time.

Just as Luo Fan was admiring the desolate scene, a white figure appeared in front of him, Luo Fan retracted his gaze and said, "You are here." ”

Luo Fan smiled and said, "Your Highness the Holy Maiden." ”

In front of her was a woman, a white and light ordinary dress could not hide her beautiful face, brown hair was placed obliquely on her chest, white and delicate cheeks, faint eyebrows, a pair of light blue eyes were as clear as jewels, and she still looked a little weak, it was the saint Verona.

Verona is the daughter of a temple saint and a high-ranking minister of the royal palace, and was chosen by the temple mainly because the court wanted to contain the temple, but also to maintain the delicate relationship between the two.

Now that the temple has fallen, the Saint Verona no longer returns to the temple, but she has not returned to the palace, and no one knows where she is.

Luo Fan also knows some of the secrets, although the palace and the temple have been calm on the surface over the years, but in private they are intolerable. Verona seems to play a key role, this seemingly weak woman is a crucial pawn laid by the palace in the temple.

Just yesterday, Luo Fan received a letter, and the letter was written by the former Holy Highness. It's just that he couldn't figure out why this former Holy Highness would find him.

Verona's gaze flickered at the ruined temple, as if it brought back memories of the past.

She withdrew her gaze, but bowed slightly to Luo Fan, showed a smile, and said, "Not anymore, Lord Duke." ”

Luo Fan glanced at her inexplicably, and said, "Just call me Luo Fan, sit down and talk, I really don't understand why you found me." Glancing at the distance, he continued: "Moreover, it is still in this kind of place. ”

Verona sat down in the corner that Luo Fan had given up, and she sat gracefully beside her, but her hands were lightly resting on her chest, as if she was praying to the ruined temple.

Luo Fan also followed her gaze and looked thoughtfully at the Broken Temple, I don't know how many people in this temple were silent after the battle, and there was also some astringency in his heart, because he thought of Moyun.

Verona seemed to let go of her heart, smiled, and said, "Luo Fan, thank you." ”。

Luo Fan was puzzled: "Thank me for what?"

Verona didn't answer him, but shook her head to herself, she pursed her lips but smiled strangely like a little girl, her smile faded under Luo Fan's gaze, and said, "You know, I can't remember how long it's been since I've laughed like this." ”

Luo Fan was silent, looking at the woman beside him in a daze.

She continued: "I was chosen to be sent to the temple as a saint when I was first sensible, and I didn't know where I was going, they just told me that they would send me to a sacred place. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but I vaguely remembered their expressions a little reluctant and helpless......"

Luo Fan quietly listened to the women next to him tell about the past.

"The temple had a strict system of selecting saints, and I had no playmates since I was six years old, and I underwent all kinds of rigorous training. In order to become a worthy temple saint, since then, I have lost my colorful childhood, and I have lost my laughter, and I have only been confronted with the solemn idols of light and the boring light Bible......"

"Sometimes I'll lie by the window and watch the children play in the square outside, while I'm stuck in a small, almost closed house. Occasionally sneak out, and if you are discovered, you will be locked up in the house, facing cold statues and boring Bible ...... all day"

"Later, as I grew up, I gradually understood the meaning of their sending me to the temple, and they just used me as a tool to contain and monitor the temple. I knew exactly what I was in, I was really sad at the time, but I couldn't ......"

Until one day, the temple was finally overthrown. And I, too, have fulfilled my mission, but at the same time lost my ...... value."

Verona's eyes flashed with a hint of loneliness, and Luo Fan on the side looked at her silently, this woman experienced such an unknown past, which was really a bit unexpected to him.

Verona glanced at Luo Fan and smiled, "My father is Xiangguo, and he is on Han Chen's side. ”

Luo Fan was stunned, he did hear Han Chen say that this person was a senior minister in the palace, and later it seemed that he was assassinated by the eldest prince because of his position, but in the end he was gone. And he inadvertently helped Han Chen defeat a large part of their forces, so to speak, Luo Fan really helped Verona and indirectly helped him kill his father's enemy.

Luo Fan couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you go back to the palace?"

Verona glanced at Luo Fan deeply, then shook her head slightly, and said, "Go back, why are you ......?"

Why did you go back?

yes, what are you doing when you go back? Luo Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly, he had a similar experience to this woman. At this moment, there is a feeling of sympathy, and I think about it, why am I not like this, what can I do when I return to that world, and can I go back to the past.

"Thank you, Luo Fan, I am very grateful for your appointment, and I am very grateful for listening to me, a helpless woman. ”

Verona seemed to open her heart, all kinds of unbearable past events seemed to be gone with the wind, and her fair face hung a faint heartfelt smile, like relief, like a new life.

......

It was already evening when I returned to Luoyang City, and there were many more people on the streets than before, and the lantern festival had not yet started and had begun to be arranged in advance. All kinds of delicate lanterns are hung in front of every house, setting off the lively scene of the upcoming festival.

Walking all the way, the streets were full of people, and two people came head-on.

Luo Fan glanced at it, but it was Su Qinghe and an old man, and the old man was actually the old dean. Su Qinghe helped the old dean to talk softly from time to time, and occasionally smiled and looked at the delicate lanterns around.

When he saw Luo Fan in the crowd, Su Qinghe was also stunned, and then his face was a little resentful, and then he seemed to think of something, and wanted to help the old dean turn around and go elsewhere.

It's just that the old dean also saw Luo Fan, and at this time, Luo Fan also greeted him with a somewhat strange smile.

"It's such a coincidence, Lord Dean and Senior Sister Su also have the leisure to enjoy this Luoyang Lantern Festival, but this Lantern Festival has not officially started, and tomorrow night will definitely be even more exciting. ”

Su Qinghe's face sank, and he helped the old dean over with a reluctant look, the old dean smiled, and didn't care about Su Qinghe's expression at the moment, seeing that Luo Fan was also mild, he smiled and said: "My old man is also stuffy in the yard, and I want to join in the fun when I sew this annual Luoyang Lantern Festival, so that this girl Qinghe can accompany my old man out for a stroll." ”

"Senior Sister Su is very concerned about the dean's meticulousness, this fighting spirit conference is still busy accompanying the dean to enjoy the lanterns, I don't think others have this face. Luo Fan also smiled and teased Su Qinghe.

Su Qinghe glanced at him, snorted lightly, and said, "Senior Brother Luo Fan is now a duke, so naturally he won't pay attention to these little things." I see, as long as you say it casually, I'm afraid that many girls will rush to accompany you out to enjoy the lanterns. ”

As soon as these words came out, Luo Fan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled awkwardly, but he didn't expect this woman to have a lot of work on her lips. The old dean smiled happily when he saw the two young people arguing, but he helped Su Qinghe and said: "Luo Fan, you are a man, you should let Qinghe point a little, don't insult the bearing that a man should have." ”

Luo Fan was choked again, he didn't expect the old dean to suddenly say this, Su Qinghe also straightened his chest when he heard this, and looked proud. It seems that he has finally managed to get out of his heart, but it is the appearance of some villains.

Luo Fan nodded again and again, squinting slightly, but the afterglow fell on the woman, who realized something instantly, his face instantly turned slightly red, and he glared at Luo Fan fiercely.

Chapter 53: For Killing