Instasaurus opened its mouth wide. ▲∴三▲∴Jiangge▲∴,
He was almost stunned: "...Oh my god, you actually said such a long nonsense just to refute me? Should I feel happy about this or at a loss? It seems that this is the first time since I have known you, and I still feel so embarrassed."
My old friend, your words are a bit like Jiufeng people, I didn't know you still have the talent of a linguist?"
Tagus glanced at him: "It's always been there, but you didn't notice it. Before my 100th birthday, I always thought I would become a scholar."
Poor Lord Black's classmate rolled his eyes immediately.
"Then what do you think we should do?" He pointed at Brando, then pointed at Boban next to Brando and said, "That's Blanc, you know who he is, right? He's a great leader of the Principality of Antobra.
Oh my God, if we take these two people back to the realm of eternal death, then His Majesty will chop off our heads."
Tagus looked over there, looking a little silent.
"Take one step and see one step." He replied.
"That's not what you said, Tagus."
"Is that so?" Tagus replied, "Because it is."
For the first time, Instalon discovered that his buddy actually had a talent for humor, although he might not think so himself.
Now he began to admit that the other party did have the potential to become a scholar, because in his opinion they were both neurotic.
But that was of no use.
…
"Fifth column, seventh row...eighth row..."
Delphine struggled to prop up her body on the ladder, her face was as white as tissue paper, sweat was pouring down from her body, and it was densely covered on her almost transparent skin.
But she was careful not to let any drop of sweat stain the bookshelf. That was a fatal mistake and must not be allowed.
Her eyes rested on one of the books. There were traces of frequent extraction on the bookshelf. The gilded title stamped on the spine of that thick big book was very ordinary. It was the genealogy of the Rosalin family. Such a book could be seen at a glance.
Looking at the past seems to have the value of being often taken out and looked at. Some nobles like to remember the history of their families. The more glorious the family's past, the more bleak the current situation, the more they like it.
The Rosalin family seemed to fit this pattern, but Delphine had an intuition in her heart that told her she was right.
She took a breath and took her hand back, wiping the thin layer of sweat on her white wrists and palms on her skirt. This extremely rude move was something she would never do on a daily basis.
It's a vulgar thing that only servants would do.
But people are not born vulgar, and of course they are also noble. Prime Minister Qianjin will confirm this sentence now.
After carefully wiping off the sweat, she leaned closer to the roller ladder, reached for the book in the corner of the bookshelf, and carefully took out the book in the same way that its original owner took it out.
"Fifth column, eighth line, "History of the Rosalind Family", page 332, third paragraph, between the seventh and eighteenth sentences. You found it right."
An unexpected voice suddenly sounded behind Delphine. It was a gentle and soft voice, as if he was cautious like a gentleman, for fear of scaring her.
But Delphine, who was highly nervous, was still trembling with fright. The thick book in her hand fell from her hands and landed heavily on the thick carpet. She also missed the step and leaned back.
She screamed, fell from mid-air, and couldn't help but close her eyes. She remembered that behind her was a small table with stacked books. If she hit it, she would probably die.
Countless complicated thoughts rushed out of her mind.
Unexpectedly, I still fell short in the end.
Perhaps just as her grandfather evaluated herself, her ideas about the world were still too simple and paranoid. Martha told herself this answer through lesson after lesson, but in the end, she still ignored it all.
What she was thinking about was not hatred, nor the empire burning in flames and the dying Silver Queen.
Among the various illusions presented before her eyes, what she saw was the bright afternoon sunshine, and her grandfather's carriage slowly drove along the rose walkway into the green courtyard. Under the huge willow tree of the Niedwin family,
The old man's figure is getting more and more stooped.
The era of giants has finally come to an end. After the supreme ruler of the empire got everything he needed, his daughter began to deprive this ancient family of its former glory.
She wants revenge.
For the sake of my grandfather and my father, I want to regain the honor that the Nidwen family deserves.
She suddenly remembered what Elman had asked her on a breezy summer night when she and Elman were hugging each other by the Lovers' River in the Imperial Capital:
"Delphine, tell me, do you care about my identity and the family behind me, or me."
She remembered laughing at that time because the question was so ridiculous. She remembered that she looked at the stupid guy with a somewhat playful look:
"How can you be so naive, Elman? Is there any marriage and love outside of politics among the aristocratic circles of the imperial capital?"
"I love you, and I also care about the family behind you and your identity, because if you are just an inferior person, I can't be with you."
Elman didn't say anything at that time, seeming to acquiesce.
Delphine suddenly felt a little disappointed.
She suddenly realized that her love and hate might be mixed with something that shouldn't be there.
But when she came back to her senses, she found that she was not in Elman's warm embrace, but in the arms of a somewhat strange person.
The man looked at her with a smile, put his hands behind her feet and shoulders and hugged her. Before she could react, he politely put her on the ground. She was barefoot and could feel the scratching of the thick handmade carpet.
Touch the soles of your feet.
"It's too rude, but I can't help showing off, and bad habits are hard to get rid of." The man looked at her, his black eyes like two bright black gems, and his long hair was disheveled.
On the shoulders, the appearance is somewhat feminine, but it will never be considered feminine.
He smiled and said to Delphine: "I apologize if I scared Miss Delphine."
"Fang Qi," Delphine leaned against the bookshelf, his face pale and trembling slightly as he said, "When did you come in?"
She immediately realized that she had asked a stupid question, her face darkened, and she changed the question: "Were you making trouble at that time?"
It only took her a moment to react.
The voice she heard in her dream when she was in a coma was exactly this man's voice. It was completely different from the voice he usually used when talking to Lord Rosalin, but at this moment it was undoubtedly revealed.
She is not stupid, so she naturally understands that she has been deceived.
"The Lord of Rosalin is too wary of us. I just need someone who is not so wary of him to explore his secrets, but the price of buying a person is too high. The people around that person have to
Either it's too mediocre, or it's just too difficult to start with..." Fang Qi didn't shy away from Delphine's identification. He folded his arms, leaned forward and shrugged, "Only Ms. Delphine, your experience is very interesting...
…Well, I believe I didn’t force you to do anything.”
Delphine's expression changed and he said angrily: "You peeked into my memory!?"
"I know this is not a good habit, but I just can't help it. I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me." Fang Qi scratched his head in embarrassment: "But you are a well-behaved girl, and I didn't see anything unnecessary.
You must believe me, and the details in your life are not everything that exists in your surface consciousness. You should be able to understand what I mean..."
Delphine's face was as steely as she almost broke her silver teeth. She stared at the other person. Just when she couldn't help but burst out, the guy seemed to finally realize that what he said was a little too outrageous.
He quickly closed his mouth and changed his words: "Well... I'm sorry, but I have to explain it clearly. After all, this is related to my reputation."
"Shut up……"
The prime minister's daughter finally squeezed out these two words through her teeth.
"Okay, Miss Delphine, calm down, I will follow the lady's instructions!" The man immediately raised his hands and said: "But I believe we still have a common topic. Since you have seen those things, then I can probably guess
As for what you want to do, your current actions also prove my idea. Our purpose is the same."
Delphine was silent for a moment. He was about to have an attack, but he suppressed his impulse and asked coldly: "What do you want to do?"
Fang Qi walked past her, bent down to pick up the book from the ground, flipped the pages, then closed the book, raised his head and said to her: "Miss Delphine, your help to us ends here.
But you gave me a surprise, maybe you can solve the mystery of the jade."
"Why do you want me to solve the mystery of the emerald for you?" Delphine looked at him coldly: "I don't care if I die."
"I don't want a beauty like you to die, Miss Delphine," Fang Qi replied: "It's not that serious. This is just a deal. You want to save the world, and so do I. After all, none of us want to die.
You should know that the Emerald Heart only has this purpose."
"It can also allow you to ascend the throne, not just Jiufeng's." Delphine exposed him mercilessly.
"That's just a side effect," Fang Qi replied nonchalantly: "Maybe it matters a little to me, but it doesn't mean anything to you, Miss Delphine, right? But we have a common enemy.
, I can help you deal with him."
"I do not need"
"Really?"
Delphine moved her mouth, but she suddenly thought of something, raised her head and looked at the other person and said: "Are you going to cause trouble for that person?"
There was a hint of sneer in her tone.
"In fact, that's not the plan." Fang Qi took out a pocket watch from his sleeve, opened the cover and took a look: "If my men are still punctual, they will already be in trouble with him now."
"Then you're in big trouble..." Delphine looked at this guy pitifully and sneered: "You'd better ask for your own blessings."
