Act 89: The Princess, the Knight and the Merchant (Part 1)
Before Magdal slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was burning pain. His body was dripping with sweat, and his clothes and hair were extremely uncomfortably stuck to the skin. And there was a burning pain on the exposed skin, as if the epidermis was being torn.
When it breaks apart, the fat and muscles underneath are exposed to the hot air.
She let out a low moan, her long eyelashes fluttered, and her arms propped on the walnut floor came into view first.
The injury was not as serious as expected. There were a few scratches on the forearm, but the dark red scars were distributed on the skin like ice and snow, which looked a bit shocking.
She felt dizzy. She got up from the ground and looked around in confusion. She found that she was lying next to the bed. It was a luxurious princess bed. The exquisite relief decoration on it was full of the style of the coastal areas of Antuobuluoyin Bay.
The presence of such a bed in the heart of the empire shows that the owner of this place takes great care of its guests.
But Her Royal Highness's gold-like hair seemed to be covered with dust and hung loosely on her shoulders. She stared blankly at the scattered stones and rubble on the wooden floor and falling from the ceiling, and then she remembered everything that had happened before:
The servants in the manor were screaming and making a lot of noise. She saw that the sky to the west outside the window turned into a bright golden red. She ran to the window lattice, raised her head, and saw countless dense golden lines in her eyes.
, is slowly advancing along the dark night sky above our heads.
There was a burst of messy and heavy footsteps on the stairs behind her. It was the unique sound of iron boots stepping on solid wooden boards. She turned around by the window and saw the man named Tivi who was being disciplined by her at that time.
The maid had a somewhat panicked look on her face.
The door was knocked open.
But at that moment, an astonishing light suddenly erupted outside the window. The light engulfed everything, enveloping it with scorching heat and air waves. She turned her head out the window again and saw the oak trees and lush leaves on the avenue in the distance becoming one in the waves of fire.
Pillar torches and air waves rushed towards the window in an instant. She felt herself flying up, her vision was spinning, and she vaguely seemed to see Tiwi screaming and squatting on the ground holding her head.
Then the memory is lost.
By the way, where is Tiwi?
"Tiwi?" she called out, the hoarse voice startling her, and her throat hurt as if she had swallowed a piece of hot charcoal.
She hurriedly stopped. She frowned in pain, stretched out her hand to support her bed, and stood up unsteadily.
There was already a sea of fire outside the manor.
Burning trees, dry fountains, toppled wall masonry, the raging fire reflected the stone slabs in golden red, and strange shadows swayed in the firelight, it was like a hell-like scene.
"Tiwi?"
"Tivi are you there?"
Magdale walked through the dark corridor, her voice echoing in the empty villa. She carefully avoided the corpses of guards scattered on the floor, and found a shoe among the ashes and charcoal.
The maid's leather shoes had obviously been left behind later. She picked them up and walked down the stairs with difficulty, holding on to the wall.
The hall was in a mess, all the lights were out, and it was pitch black. The door was open, and the firelight was reflected from the outside. She stopped at the turning point of the stairs between the hall on the first floor and the corridor on the second floor, and saw the silence beside the door.
The body lay on the ground.
It was the cold body of a young girl, lying on her back on the wooden floor. The thin body was split in two from the waist, and the black and white maid uniform was dyed red with blood.
She had one bare foot. She was holding the imperial queen's seal ring tightly in one hand. Her eyes were blank and she was staring at the sky, her mouth slightly open.
Magdal covered her mouth and subconsciously took a step back. Her body hit the wooden wall behind her with a bang, and dust and charcoal dust fell from the top of her head. But she was unaware of it. There was only a look of sadness and disbelief in her eyes, and she didn't know.
Was he deeply hurt by the body of his personal maid or the ring she held tightly in her hand?
At this moment, a light suddenly flashed in her mind, she woke up, took two steps back, grabbed her skirt and turned around without looking back and ran towards the stairs. There was a loud "click" sound. Magdal
The place where he was standing suddenly shattered, and a black shadow fell from the sky. It was an ugly and terrifying monster like a beetle. Its forelimbs were like sickle blades, cutting heavily into the wooden board, and sawdust flew everywhere for a while.
Her Royal Highness looked back at the monster in horror. Although she did not know what it was, this did not prevent her from understanding the cold and undisguised murderous intent in its black compound eyes.
She picked up her skirt and ran up to the corridor on the second floor, but on the last step, she panicked and accidentally stepped on the corner of her skirt. She immediately threw forward and fell heavily to the floor.
She groaned, her heart clenched tightly, and she told herself that she had to get up immediately, but the fear of death enveloped her like a shadow, making her hands and feet not obey the command.
The princess felt despair in her heart. She turned around tremblingly, just in time to see the insect-like monster appear at the stairway on the second floor. It hissed, raised its sickle-like forelimbs and thrust it into her chest.
Just as Magdar watched the sharp forelimb cut open his chest, suddenly a dazzling blue light burst out from there. It was like a burst of lightning, like a sharp arrow.
Hit the monster's forelimb.
The latter let out a shrill scream, raised its head, opened the carapace on its back to reveal its wings, and flew far back in an instant.
The lightning flashed away.
Magdale stared at this scene blankly, and then she felt a burning pain in her heart. She stretched out her hand to press it, and her palm felt smooth and greasy. When she opened her bare hand, she found that the white palm was already covered with dazzling red.
Tiwi's deadpan face suddenly broke into her mind, and the blue and purple complexion immediately made her understand that the insect's forelimbs should have venom glands.
"Will he still die..."
A feeling of drowsiness came over me.
She suddenly remembered a conversation she had with Griffiyin in Princess Eruin's territory. After all, her close friend mustered up the courage to resist her fate.
But what about me, do I want to die here so unclearly?
"In the end, I didn't even know what the monster was that killed me...compared with Griffin...it's so disappointing."
Breathing became difficult.
She suddenly lost her strength and lay flat in the dust. Her eyes began to become blurry and her vision blurred. The monster crawled back again and looked at her condescendingly. It raised its forelimbs and stabbed her cautiously.
chest.
Magdal felt a stinging pain in his heart.
She moaned slightly.
"...What exactly do you want...to eat me?"
She thought vaguely.
Tears couldn't help but roll down.
I don’t know since when, for the fate of the small kingdom, she had to shoulder this important responsibility. With her devout faith, she is an obedient and docile devout princess in the eyes of the temple, with her exquisitely decorated appearance.
Faces do not need to have their own ideas and opinions.
Her only struggle may be to wait quietly, or maybe she can become a saint without becoming a political bargaining chip.
But the only person who broke into her heart ended all her girlish dreams with a cold sword in the pouring rain.
She still remembers the rainwater flowing across the sword's edge, mixed with her rose-colored blood, and her own horrified eyes reflected on the sword's edge.
Magdale coughed slightly.
He actually didn't even have the energy to smile bitterly.
"I'm so envious of Griffin, he's so lucky..."
For some reason, she was confused and thought of Brando. The Earl saved her life, but she did not help. The maids around her also betrayed her and sold them to Her Majesty the Queen.
I hope that Lord Count can survive this disaster safely.
She thought silently.
She suddenly found that she was beginning to hallucinate. She saw the dark ceiling twisting like a whirlpool, and then a mass of black stuff fell out of it.
"what is that……"
"Isn't it said that before death, a person can see everything he had during his lifetime, reflected in the lake of the abyss?...But why is my illusion so strange..."
"Is this the hypocritical punishment given to me by Lord Martha..."
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When Brando came back to his senses, he found himself standing on a long and narrow corridor.
This corridor is on the second floor of a hall. It is made of gray wooden boards and is mounted on beams. Not far away is a window, and the cold moonlight flows in from the window, as if it is mercury.
Thick dust shone on the floor.
A skeleton stood in front of him.
It lowered its head, with a sharp sword stuck in its empty ribs. The sword was three feet and one inch long. The guard was decorated with iron flower carvings. Numbers of different shades were carved on the spine. 017, 1, and 7 were exactly the length.
The kingdom's standard cavalry sword forged in the battle of 1997...
He still remembered the situation a moment ago when he ordered Marocha and Fias to reset their cards, grabbed Root, stuffed it into his pocket, and plunged into the oncoming space rift.
But the scene in front of me is also so familiar.
Everything seems to have happened yesterday
Brando lowered his head subconsciously and found that his chest and abdomen were bright red, but a narrow wound on his left chest had healed for a long time.
He turned back silently, and saw that the wall with murals in the distance was blank in the darkness, damaged murals were scattered around the corner, and a ring was shining on the ground.
He reached for his waist, but found nothing.
"Brando?"
A crisp, slightly curious voice sounded downstairs. The voice seemed like a string of bells, falling on the ground in the darkness, echoing clearly, with a kind of magic power that penetrated people's hearts.
