On the afternoon of April 28, Vanuna's most upscale commercial pedestrian street, "Acacia Flower".

April is the time of year when the acacia flowers are fragrant, and this is the best day of the year in this street. The two rows of trees beside the road, which have been some years old, stretch out their luxuriant foliage, allowing only small pieces of sunlight to pass through the gaps between the leaves. At the same time, there are also purple and white withered petals and graceful silhouettes of branches and leaves.

Allegri looked up at the green dome above him, wondering what he was thinking, until Althea opened her mouth and woke him up.

"What do you want?" said Althea, clapping her hands, "You say, what do I wear to the 'Victory Day Celebration'?"

"Should it be more solemn?" Allegri asked tentatively, the question of clothing was too difficult for him.

"Okay, then go to the dress shop," Althea waved her hand to lead the way, and the girls who were shopping all waved at Fang Xuan like a general on the battlefield, "Then what color to choose?"

"I prefer blue ......," Allegri whispered.

"What kind of blue?" said Althea, looking back.

"What kind of blue?" Allegri was surprised.

"Of course, there are seven or eight shades of blue...... "Allegri's head suddenly grew as Athea carefully introduced, but a greater fear crept in, and he asked in a trembling voice,

"You're not going to try it one by one, are you?"

"Of course not," Allegri breathed a sigh of relief, and the girl's voice continued, "Cousin Nacini likes goose yellow, I'm going to try that." ”

Dios and Illo, who were responsible for the bodyguards, followed from a distance. Seeing the two of them turn into a dress shop called "Tulip", the two of them sat bored on the flower stand outside the store.

"Do you think Allegri has a show?" Illo closed his eyes and held out two fingers to hold the petals in the air, amusing himself.

"No," Dios sighed, "that little girl only thinks of him as a good friend." ”

"And you're not going to stop him?" Illo put the petals together, and quickly gathered a palm.

"Love makes people grow," Dios laughed, "Allegri needs to grow, and I'm looking forward to his rejection......"

"Heroes see the same thing. The two of them laughed evilly and high-fived, in fact, they both knew in their hearts that no one could stop this kind of thing, just like a sprout in spring, delicate, but irresistible.

"Are you a bard?" a teenage girl next to her walked over and looked at Illo timidly. She wears a small floral dress, cute and shy.

Illo was stunned for a moment, nodded, and smiled, "Yes, I'm a bard who plays the monochord. ”

"But I think you're more like a magician. She smiled and pointed to Illo's finger that had pinched the petal of the flower.

"Here, I'll give you a little spell. Illo smiled too, and with a wave of his palm, the fluttering petals fell. When it was about to fall to the ground, it seemed to be blown by a breeze, and it flew up again, circling around the little girl, like a purple butterfly. The little girl clapped her hands happily and chased after the fluttering petals.

"Be careful, young lady, they are servants of the devil. A faint voice suddenly came from the side,

The reluctant little girl was taken away by her family, and only the blonde-haired and white-robed priest was left standing quietly in front of them.

"It's the first time I've seen a demon servant who used high-level qi conjugation spells to show the little girl," the priest smiled and nodded to introduce himself, "Innedir." ”

"'Servant of the Light' Innedir, what is the matter?" said Dios, leaning back on the flower stand, indifferently.

"You seem to be familiar with me?" Innedil looked at him curiously, "but why can't I recognize you?"

"Maybe you forgot. Illo laughed and stood in front of Dios, who was half a head taller than Innedil and just as handsome.

"I've always had a good memory," Innedil looked up at him with a smile, "isn't it, the illegitimate son of the Lin Ge family, the bearer of the cursed bloodline, Mr. Illo?"

"I'm here to kill you, and no one will trouble me. Illo's gaze darkened, and his hand slowly reached for the bow and arrow.

Inedil raised his hands slightly, making a defensive gesture. His hands were formed into strange handprints, as if he was about to unleash some kind of self-preservation spell.

However, in fact, in an unknown place, a powerful divine art has been unleashed.

"Seed of Light", the inheritance magic of the Holy White Tower, has unparalleled power.

Only Inedil could see that two seeds emitting a faint white light slowly flew towards the two opposite.

A look of victory appeared on his face, and he took a step back with a faint smile, his hands still maintaining that posture, and said indifferently, "I have no malice." ”

Dios also reached out and pulled the impulsive Illo, shaking his head to indicate that he couldn't do anything.

The "Seed of Light" gradually approached the bodies of the two of them, and Innedil looked over expectantly, but his face changed suddenly.

A soft emerald green glow erupted from Illo's chest, and a leaf carved from jade floated silently, and the "Seed of Light" gradually melted in that green light.

Dios's upper body suddenly flashed, and the burning magic patterns could be faintly seen through his clothes, and the "seed of light" that had just entered his body burned out in a sea of fire.

Innedir's eyes froze, and he retreated slightly, his expression still calm, but his heart was like a river overturned.

"Farewell. He took a deep breath and turned to leave.

"'Seed of Light'?" Dios snorted, standing up, "I was negligent, the White Tower has such a vile and shameless spell. ”

Innedir's face changed, he looked at him deeply, turned and hurried away.

"You talked about it late yesterday, didn't you?" asked Althea, turning her head.

"It's all right," said Allegri, carrying a large bag and walking behind her, "don't you know what to say? You haven't slept since yesterday's conversation, and Nacini said I'm going to go in and say goodnight to you." ”

"Did he really say that?" Althea scratched her head in confusion.

"Of course. Allegri nodded.

"But I waited all night, and he didn't come. Althea muttered a little dejectedly.

"Maybe he's in trouble......" Allegri reassured, finally thinking of a reason that even he felt a little far-fetched.

"I'm really scared," she whispered, "what would have become of His Majesty if the person he had chosen wasn't his cousin?"

Allegri also fell silent.

The evening breeze is light, and the light of the setting sun pours out, making the layer of purple and white fallen flowers on the ground show a strange and charming color. They trampled on the petals of the flowers, not knowing what to say.

"Actually, I know what to do," said Althea again, "cousin, he doesn't know what he will do when the time comes, he's been torn between obedience and mutiny......"

"When the interruption continues, it is chaotic. Allegri shook his head, a sudden sense of foreboding in his heart.

"Here we are. ”

The carriage stopped at the corner of the street, and Althea glanced at him and stepped into the carriage.

He rolled over his horse and waited aside, feeling like a valiant knight. (First update, thank you)

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