At tonight's dinner table, Alice seemed very honest, mainly because Xino's grandfather was present. She didn't dare to make any mistakes, and even ate all the carrots and onions on the plate. Normally, she would have looked disgusted.
I put it on other people's plates in disgust.
And Xino's grandfather was indeed as she described, an old-fashioned and majestic old knight. Although he was very old and seemed to be injured, his etiquette and posture during meals were still intact.
The tone and demeanor when communicating with guests are so steady that no one can find any fault.
He did not inquire in detail about the identities and origins of Linger and others, but instead chatted with them about some common topics, such as whether he had come into contact with the aliens in the Forest of Loser, what was his impression of Chatoli Manor, and whether he had any
I am interested in visiting the vineyards on Grindelwald Fields. Naturally, the topic of the Yamit Cup is indispensable, especially when I learned that Alice and Gloria were both participating in this tournament, and they returned the favor to their elders.
I gave them a few words of warning, asking them to face the competition with a calm mind and not to worry too much about victory or defeat.
Naturally, Gloria took the instruction attentively, and Alice nodded in agreement on the surface, but it is unclear how much she listened to it.
During this process, Xino just lowered his head to eat and did not participate in the conversation. Saint Xia Liya was a little curious and asked quietly, but the girl just raised her head and smiled at her without explaining. She waited until the food on the plate was put.
After all the food was eaten, she put down her knife and fork and said to Saint Xalia in a slightly apologetic tone: "Sorry, Miss Saint Xalia, one of the ancestral mottos of the Costafus family is to remain silent and restrained during meals.
Observe etiquette. I have become accustomed to concentrating on eating and not talking to others. I didn't ignore you on purpose just now."
"As for my grandfather," the girl glanced at the old man sitting on the main seat and lowered her voice slightly: "Maybe it's rare to have dinner with so many guests, which makes him a little happy."
are you happy?
Saint Xalia also looked at the old man, but there was no trace of happiness on his solemn and solemn face, so she was doubtful.
"My grandfather rarely expresses his emotions directly. He keeps many words deep in his heart and will not tell us." Xino pursed his lips: "Maybe he thinks it is difficult for us juniors to understand his mood.
. But he is indeed a gentle person, and he used to often invite nearby residents to visit and have meals together, even if it was not during the harvest season."
Saint Xalia asked: "What now?"
"Now?" Xino was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses: "Now he always stays alone, either resting or looking at the scenery. After all, he has old injuries and needs a quiet environment to cultivate.
There are very few contacts with outsiders anymore. I dismissed all the servants and employees of the manor based on this consideration."
"That's it." Saint Xalia nodded lightly, as if she accepted the explanation, but she felt in her heart that Xino was hiding something. Grandfather's injury was one thing, but I'm afraid there were other reasons.
And that's the real reason.
But since she didn't want to say it, the considerate shepherd girl naturally wouldn't get to the bottom of it. After she withdrew her gaze, she changed the topic: "It is indeed a very lucky thing to be cared about. I think your grandfather
He must also like you very much, just as you respect him so much, Miss Hino."
Hearing these words, the smile at the corner of the girl's mouth froze slightly, because it reminded her that not long ago, a young man seemed to have asked her a similar question, but the object was changed.
Grandfather, but father.
But no matter how you say it, they are all people related by blood. Father and daughter, grandfather and granddaughter, the blood flowing together should respect and love each other and support each other. This is a common view in the world, and foreigners like these are no exception.
But what was her answer at that time?
And how to answer now?
The smile slowly disappeared on her face, the girl lowered her head slightly, letting her snow-white bangs cover the deep thoughts in her eyes, and responded softly: "Yes."
Saint Xia Liya thought this was an answer to her question just now and didn't take it to heart. However, Lin Ge, who was sitting opposite, glanced at Xino thoughtfully: He had been paying attention to the conversation between the two people.
Naturally, he also noticed Xino's emotional change. Thinking of his previous answers, the young man couldn't help but feel that things had become complicated.
From Sino's grandfather to her father, and then to herself, the relationship between the three generations of the Goldstaff family seems to hide some unknown secret. That may be the key to unraveling Sino's knot.
But they are just outsiders, so from what standpoint should they intervene?
In the world, family affairs have always been the most complicated. Just like his disagreement with Metien, couldn't the other people on Cloud Whale Sky Island have noticed it? But no one, including Saint Xalia, came to persuade him to make peace.
, because they all know that this is Ringer’s family matter, and it is inconvenient for outsiders to comment.
Thinking of this, Lin Ge suddenly understood Xino.
I'm afraid, her problem will only be more complicated than her and Metien's problem.
…
After dinner, Xino pushed his grandfather's wheelchair and sent him back to his room to rest. The others, led by the old butler Weber, came to the living room of the mansion to take a short rest and prepare to wait until the food in their stomachs was almost digested.
, and then set off to return to Yunjing Sky Island.
In fact, the real reason was that Alice wanted to stay and play for a while, so she did not stay in the living room at all, but happily took Gloria and Merdine out for an adventure - in the name of a walk.
Although no one lives there anymore, at night, soft lights gradually light up throughout the manor. It seems to be lit by the old butler Weber, which is very considerate. This provides convenience for Alice and others' exploration, and also
Ringer was not so worried anymore - of course, he was mainly worried about Metien, and incidentally worried about Gloria, and not worried about Alice at all. Instead, he was a little worried about the small animals in the manor, hoping that this night would not leave them alone.
What a lifetime of memories.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Saint Xalia stood by the huge floor-to-ceiling window, admiring the scenery in the garden. The dim light illuminated the lawn and ancient trees, and the yellow flowers were in bloom.
Yang spit out small pink-yellow stamens, and fireflies were twinkling among them, which was extremely beautiful; Ringer stood in front of the wall facing the fireplace, looking up at a painting hanging on the wall:
A knight with a white horse and a silver spear, holding a high white thorn flag, is heroically charging towards an enemy several times his size; behind him, the smoke and dust kicked up by the horse's hooves exactly outline the outline of the province of Saint-Denis.
Among the smoke and dust, someone's face is looming, it is a farmer, a carpenter, a hired worker in the vineyard...all ordinary but full of hope.
The famous painter from Metosh, Paolo Maldini's work: "For Whom the Knight Fights", the knight in the painting is the most famous ancestor of the Goldstaff family: White Knight Hibberton.
It is said that the scene depicted in this painting is exactly when Joan of Arc was ambushed by the enemy in the ancient ruins of the Grindelwald Plains. The White Knight arrived in time to save the rebels from danger. It is still remembered today.
The residents of Saint-Denis are talking about it.
Ringer stared at the portrait and imagined the scene at that time. Even through a layer of dim oil paint, he could still feel the determination and will of the person in the painting. There are many places full of mysteries in this period of history, such as the origin of the Knight of the Rose.
, the true appearance under the Silver Knight's helmet or whether the Flame Knight really died on the battlefield... And why the White Knight Shibberton suddenly changed his attitude and agreed to join Joan of Arc's rebel army is naturally one of the mysteries. But no matter what
However, the greatness of the knights will not change because of this, and the people of White City will always regard them as God-given treasures, cherish and love them.
If we could go back in time, maybe we could witness the truth, right?
Such nonsense thoughts just flashed through the young man's mind, and he didn't even pay attention to it. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps from the corridor outside the living room, making him and Saint Xalia raise their heads at the same time.
, looked towards the door, and then saw Xino walking in with a strange expression.
To actually show such an expression, this is really a rare thing for a calm and reliable knight girl. Both Linge and Saint Xalia wanted to know what happened to make her show such an expression. In
Under the gaze of both of them, Xino quickly walked up to the young man, held his ground, and after considering his tone, said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ringer, although it's a bit presumptuous, but my grandfather... wants to talk to you.
Let’s talk.”
As she expected, Ringer was stunned: "With me?"
"Yes." Xino nodded lightly: "Perhaps I am very interested in the things you mentioned before. It was not convenient to ask at the dinner table just now, so..."
This is a reasonable explanation. After thinking about it, Lin Ge decided to agree: "I understand, will you go now?"
"Then me too." Saint Xia Liya walked over in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at Xino quietly with a pair of clear golden eyes: "Can I go together, Xino?"
"This," Xino hesitated: "My grandfather only said to let Mr. Ringer go, so..."
"All right."
Saint Xalia looked a little regretful, but did not force it: "Then I will wait here for Lin Ge to come back."
Xino didn't want to disappoint the guest too much, so he smiled and said: "In that case, can I accompany you, Saint Xia Liya? After all, my grandfather seems to have no intention of letting me stay and listen. As for Mr. Ringer——
"
She turned to look at the young man: "Grandpa's study is in the corridor leading from the living room to the end. I think you should be fine alone, right?"
"kindness."
The young man turned his cheek and glanced at Saint Xalia, telling her not to worry with his eyes. Then he turned and left the living room and walked towards the study. Saint Xalia kept watching his back disappearing behind the corner.
He slowly withdrew his gaze, still feeling a little unable to let go.
She certainly believed that the old man had no ill intentions towards Linge, but because of this, his purpose of chatting with Linge alone was even more concerning. If it was just to talk about the Witch Society and Joan of Arc, it was necessary
Are you even avoiding your own granddaughter? Speaking of which, Xino is the most important person involved.
But judging from the girl's expression, she didn't seem to care at all. She even invited Saint Xalia with a smile: "They will probably chat for a while. It's too boring to wait here. They want to go to the garden with me."
Come for a walk, Saint Shalia?"
Saint Xalia came back to her senses, temporarily put away her worries, and responded softly: "Okay."
Xino took her out of the living room, went to the garden from the side door, and walked on the quiet path, with Xino in front and Saint Xalia behind. The two of them were silent along the way, as if they didn't know what to say.
Suddenly, Xino spoke first. Her voice was so soft that she seemed to be talking to herself. If Saint Xia Liya hadn't been closer, he would not have been able to hear what she was saying: "Don't worry, Grandpa will not treat Lin.
What does Mr. Ge do?"
"Although he is a bit strict and sometimes very harsh, whether it is to me or to my father...but I know that he is for our own good. I have always known..."
As he spoke, his voice gradually became quieter, and in the end he pursed his lips, and did not continue to speak. There were only one or two lingering sounds, faintly dissipated in the evening wind of the summer night, and gradually drifted away. Saint
Shalia saw her raising her head, her slightly melancholy eyes looking through the branches and leaves of the poplar tree and falling on the distant night sky. It was not a good weather tonight, the clouds were thick and thick, blocking the light of the stars and the moon.
, there were a few stars twinkling occasionally, but they were also far away in the sky, their light was sparse and lonely, so Saint Xalia didn't know what she was looking at.
She just looked at the girl in front of her, who always showed a hint of melancholy in her eyebrows, and suddenly she had an instinct called "sister". So, she was the one being comforted, but now she felt...
He came over and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, Xino. I think no matter what happened, your grandfather must love you deeply."
Because they are relatives, and relatives love each other deeply. Even if they sometimes quarrel, conflict, or go on different paths for some reason, they will definitely be reconciled in the end... Such is the case with Saint Xalia
firmly believe.
Xino's footsteps stopped slightly. She turned back and glanced at Saint Xalia. Her gaze was obscured by the night and the shade of the trees. The latter could not see clearly, but it was undoubtedly unexpected: "Why do you think... I
Are you afraid, Saint Shalia?"
"Because you are just afraid."
Saint Xalia gave an Alice-style answer at this time. It was not that she wanted to imitate a genius player, but because that was how she felt. There was no warning, and it had nothing to do with the so-called observation ability. Some things were
It is so natural that whenever it happens, it will be seen by the eyes of fate.
"Although you have been smiling all the time, you are actually very scared, right?" Saint Xia Liya took a step forward, gently grabbed Xino's hand, and wrapped it with two warm palms. She raised her head and said sincerely
Golden eyes met Xino's surprised and at a loss expression: "I don't know what exactly makes you so scared, Xino, but if you are willing, you can tell me at any time. If you need it,
A hug or a word of comfort, I'm happy to give it."
"Because, although I am not a qualified pastor like Ringer, I can always touch the hearts of believers with words and help them find their direction. But many years ago, when not even the world and the stars were born, I might
Where was your sister?"
"Are you willing to believe me?" She stared deeply into those dull wine-red eyes and asked word by word: "Believe in me who was your sister."