"Uncle Charlie, father, he...... Is it really dead? ”

Charlie had a gentle smile on his lips.

"Alas...... yes, he's dead. ”

"Merlin Sect...... What is it? ”

It's not a luxurious dormitory, but it's comfortable enough.

Charlie gently stroked Marshall's soft blonde hair and muttered, "That's ...... A bunch of maniacs. A bunch of very wicked, very evil madmen. ”

"Huh? How bad is that...... "Marshall didn't see his father much as a child, but it was enough to impress her.

"That is, as soon as they see you, they will arrest you, disembowel you, and sell you for money."

As soon as he heard this, Marshall's little face suddenly turned pale and weak, and his lips trembled slightly.

"So, uncle, will you send someone to punish them?"

"They......" Charlie paused, his Adam's apple shaking up and down.

"They have something very powerful to guard, and I can't do anything about it for the time being."

"What then! Just let them go! Marshall raised his little fist angrily and puffed out his mouth.

"Well, you can fight for it yourself, my child." Charlie's lips were still smiling.

"How, how to fight for ......"

"You can beat them with your own hands, can't you? It is to strive to make yourself stronger, and prove with practical actions that evil will not prevail in the end! ”

"Yes, yes?" Marshall pressed his fingers hard, looking a little pale.

"Of course!" Charlie hugged the little beauty to his lap with a sigh, "As long as you work hard enough, as well as perseverance, and goals!" ”

"Uncle...... Please don't touch me casually, okay? Marshall waved his arm, trying to distance himself from him.

"Good...... Good! Charlie was stunned for a moment, his face embarrassed, "So, have you thought about what you want to do?" ”

"I want to be a swordsman, I heard Uncle Philip say, elegant and deadly." Marshall patted his skirt, his brown eyes glinting sharply, "No matter what...... They ......"

Give me all to die.

"Haha...... Hahaha! Charlie clapped his hands and laughed loudly, his voice echoing through the great bedchamber.

"Philip said that a good female swordsman is like a bright rose." Marshall said softly.

She didn't say the second half of the sentence, and she didn't want to say it.

Roses are beautiful, delicate, but also stinging.

Their thorns will make offenders taste their charms, and so are female swordsmen.

The bloom became more and more beautiful, and the barbs on their bodies became sharper, even to the point of death.

"Also, watch out for your uncle." Before leaving, he leaned meaningfully into Marshall's ear and whispered.

Marshall had never had a good opinion of his uncle Charlie, and when her father Alwine was alive, she only saw him feasting with a group of eunuchs and generals, drinking and trying new things.

Now that she saw that this uncle had taken her father's place, although she had no complaints in her heart, she did not agree or disagree.

As a royal daughter, she not only has to learn how to govern the country, but also learn the principles of various social affairs.

Including a variety of words, mental judgment and situation control. She also has to learn to suppress her mood and make herself "cold-blooded".

Of course, much of the learning was just beginning, and Marshall was only five years old now......

Charlie didn't have time to care about these things, and in order not to arouse the suspicion of his niece, he didn't dare to really touch her and interfere in her life.

Marshall was not an ignorant person, on the contrary, she was a very shrewd person, just like his short-lived mother, who died of blood loss after giving birth to her.

If Marshall had been a silly girl, Charlie wouldn't have been so defensive of her.

After a hypocritical exchange of pleasantries, Marshall was allowed to go outside and walk around at will, provided that he did not leave the Palazzo Bocellona.

She held a rose made of gold in her hand, and of course, there were no thorns on the branches.

Before leaving, Charlie touched her head and said with a smile: "In the future, if you really become a swordsman......"

Knights of the Golden Rose Magic.

It's a name that belongs to the bottom of her heart.

She sniffed the roses in her hand, and with her left hand she lifted a touch of her long blonde hair, and the corners of her mouth pursed.

A tear quickly slid down her little fair face.

She hurriedly looked around, a trace of panic and helplessness flashed in her eyes, and wiped away the tears with her fingertips.

It doesn't smell good.

She wouldn't cry anymore, perhaps.

It's fragrant, it's fragrant.

She sniffled, struggling to breathe in the empty air in front of her.

"Father......" she muttered, "I...... You won't be disappointed. ”

She shook the rose in her hand, and the petals fell golden and fell all over the ground.

"Hehe......" she held out her little hand, a mocking smile on her lips.

A petal floated slowly and weakly from the ground, swirled in the air, and fell back into the bare branch of the rose.

Marshall's magical initiation teacher said that her potential was high, and she didn't take it to heart.

Instantly, the petal fell from the branch of the golden rose and onto the red carpet.

"It's beautiful......" she said to herself.

The oil paintings on the walls represent the masterpieces of the painter's painstaking efforts.

Perhaps, none of them can surpass their previous paintings, which is also possible. It's a flash in the pan, but it's also beautiful.

Marshall hadn't been high enough to touch the paintings, so he had to wait and see.

She didn't know that the paintings were banned, so curiosity was right.

This is her first time out of the government office, and it is normal to be a little excited.

Actually, she had already eaten the structure of the Palazzo Pocelona, but it was better to see than to hear, and it was indeed a good feeling to walk on the dimly lit corridor.

At this moment, a slender figure walked towards her with graceful steps.

I guess it's someone to meet me......

But it's strange that since Charlie took office, the number of people who have come to see and report things has been greatly reduced, and there is even only one in a few days. In comparison, the reign of Ewini was a good place.

Marshall stepped forward to see what the woman in front of him looked like.

She wore thin glasses and carried a thick picture book, on which there seemed to be a sparkling light on the cover.

Tara, one of the leaders of the Star Society, is a five-pattern warlock who uses star power and has a strange temper.

"Yo, little beauty, why are you hanging around here?" She recognized Ewini's daughter at a glance, but she didn't say anything, just stepped forward, bent down and approached her affectionately.

"I'm just looking at the paintings here, and I'll be gone soon." Marshall smiled rather obediently.

"Little girl, how old are you?"

"Eight years old! What are you here for, sister? ”

"I......" Tara smiled, "I'm looking for King Charles, what's the matter, interested in the book I have?" ”

Indeed, eight years old is still a very playful age, and I can't take my eyes off the sparkling Marshall.

"It's beautiful!" Marshall exclaimed, "Can you show me?" ”

"Hmm...... That's not going to work. Tara simply refused, "Maybe I can show you when I come out." ”

"That'...... Okay......" Marshall was a little sullen, she shook her hand, and left it at that.

She also had a bare gold branch on her hand.

The woman in front of her is really beautiful and calm.

A light blue robe has almost no wrinkles, which is very comfortable to look at.

Soon, she walked to the red gate.

She stretched out her hand, and all five patterns emerged, softly flowing into the door.

A blue knocker wrapped in a magical star sand appeared out of thin air.

Marshall, who was watching on the side, was a little stunned.

That's how it looks......

She cupped her face wistfully, imagining herself in a knight's uniform, holding a sword in a heroic posture, smiling silly and happily.

"Tara Sarenwell!"

Tara smiled and stared steadily at the silent red satin door in front of her.

"Come in."

"Okay~Charlie 'His Highness'~" Tara pursed her lips suddenly, and her tone took on a hint of laziness.

This was a precursor to her earnestness.