"It seems we have an unexpected guest! I think about it, this is like the little doe that rashly breaks into the hunter's trap in the mountain people's fable. Miss Magdale, you are really welcome." Marquis Youxi said with a smile.
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The nun princess stared at him angrily, but more eyes still fell on the hands of the high priest Meros. The frightened and frightened look on her face revealed the uneasiness in her heart; the Marquis turned back and said: "Your Highness the High Priest
, what are you going to do with this beautiful lady?"
"You'd better not have any ideas about her. This woman's identity is very complicated and she is a trouble you can't afford to cause." Priest Meros replied with a straight face.
"Ha, you're kidding, Master Officiant." Marquis Youxi laughed, "Well, women - I have many. Compared with those charming, gentle women who are as soft as water, I have always been less interested in provoking roses with thorns.
lack."
The chief priest glanced at him.
He raised his head and said coldly to Magdale: "I will send you to Wood, and he will understand the ins and outs of this matter. Before this matter is settled, he will supervise you on my behalf. Your Highness, Princess, please
Maintain your own identity.”
He emphasized: "This is also for your safety. There will be no next time, Princess Magdalen."
"I don't need your mercy, you despicable people," Magdar's face turned pale and he gritted his teeth and refused: "By using the hands of the temple to intervene in the political disputes of other countries, the laurels of the respected King of Flame Geert Cloud Summit will also be lost because of you.
Falling into the mortal world and acquiring flaws, after Ampelsel, you are all sinners."
Fire almost burst out of her eyes.
Meros' face was expressionless, and the nun and princess were heart-wrenching in every word. These words were almost the highest judgment for a devout believer, but they did not sound painful to him. "The Holy War is imminent, and the internal affairs of Eruin are stale.
If we don’t purify ourselves with the power of thunder, thousands of people will fall into the sea of fire sooner or later.”
"In extraordinary times, extraordinary means are used; Your Highness, Princess, your opinion is just a woman's foolish opinion." He dismissed Magdal's words one by one, changed the topic, and raised the ring on his hand, "Besides, what do you care about?
Isn't this the only thing? You and I are equally naked in front of Martha and facing the trial, and I don't feel any more ashamed than you - "
In Meros' hand was an ordinary noble seal ring, made entirely of refined silver, with a layer of shimmer on the surface under candlelight. The ring was carved with olive branches and surrounded by a flaming ruby in the center.
The emblems on the ring include an olive branch, patterns of flames and flowing wind, and a crescent moon, which are the emblems of the Sifah family.
The nun princess trembled and her face turned even whiter.
Meros winked at Marquis Youxi and said, "Send her to Wood. If he asks, you can answer truthfully."
"This is secondary, but I really don't want to meet Archbishop Wood. It can be seen that he doesn't like me." Marquis Youxi replied mockingly.
Meros said nothing, but he was secretly sarcastic in his heart. Magdale lowered his head, and his heart became even colder. Hearing what they said, Priest Wood already knew all this, but he just didn't express his position.
"Whether it's Meros or the officiant, they all represent the Temple of Fire, they are Cruz, but they are definitely not Eruin, they are my close friends, or..."
She lowered her head in confusion, not realizing that Marquis Youxi had come to her side. The latter smiled slightly and was about to help her up. Magdale felt a wave of sincere disgust, she threw her hand and said angrily: "I will do it myself.
"
Unexpectedly, with a tug and pull, a dark object fell from Marquis Youxi's hand to the ground with a 'ding-dong' sound.
It was a circular snake-shaped ring, representing the Ouroboros ring that unites all things.
There was a slight silence in the house.
The expressions of the three people in the room changed at the same time. Magdale raised her head and looked at Meros and Marquis Youxi almost in disbelief. Her mind was as chaotic as a pot of porridge, with various thoughts coming one after another.
It came up, but finally settled into one word:
run!
The princess nun's mind was like lightning, but her mind became clear, and she immediately got up and ran away.
"Catch her!" The chief priest's cold and emotionless voice came from behind. It pierced the princess's vest like a cold sword, causing her to tremble. Even the last trace of luck escaped her.
Also completely eliminated.
They are really a team! How could this happen?
Magdale felt her heart tightening. She knew that as long as she took a step slower, she might not be able to survive. Moreover, this secret relationship was too big, and she had to tell others.
Priest Wood?
Magdale found that she was suddenly a little scared. For a moment, she was not sure whether the important figure who was also her teacher and friend was also involved. Another figure immediately appeared in her mind - a young man who was too young.
Lord.
But is it too late?
The princess nun's heart was pounding and she couldn't help but look back. But this time, time seemed to freeze in front of her eyes. She first saw Marquis Youxi close at hand, looked at her with a slightly regretful look, and then
He saw the gleaming sword in the opponent's hand.
"don't want……"
Magdale felt her tears couldn't stop flowing. For the first time, she realized that she didn't really want to die so much. She still wanted to live, even if it meant returning to her hometown and living a peaceful life.
The sword passed through her heart from behind.
The princess of Antobu Ruo felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and then the sting spread, "I'm sorry, Griffin..."
Darkness gradually spread before her eyes.
…
In the inner courtyard of the Great Cathedral of Andover, in the dark rainy night, the rainwater hung down from the patio like pieces of silver, washing away the trees in the courtyard; however, two people came from among the bushes.
The rustling sound of conversation.
"Hey, Gil. I asked, is it too risky for us to do this? This is a temple. Think about it, those big guys can crush us like a bug with just a move of their fingers.
"
At an unknown place under the bushes, a piece of ground suddenly shook, and then the entire ground sank in. It looked like a hole had been opened in a mass of mud, and the water and soil on the ground poured in -
"Get out of the way!"
"Keep your voice down, ah——"
"Ugh... Bah, I've told you before that you shouldn't go out when it's raining, especially tonight. My new clothes are all soaked. Look, they're all covered in mud. It's all over."
"Bu, you stole that dress." A voice reminded kindly.
"That's not the key. Besides, what's the difference between buying and stealing? In the end, people don't have to pay for stolen goods. Well, let's change the topic - I mean the tunnel you discovered is completely unreliable, at least the person who designed it is totally unreliable.
I have considered the problem of water getting in. In my opinion, either his brain has been soaked in water like my clothes, or this is simply the work of a stupid thief."
The voice paused for a moment, "Just like us."
"We are not just thieves, we are big thieves."
"Come on, Gil, we are thieves." The first voice said lazily.
"When we finish this, we will be big thieves. Wait, someone is coming. Shut up!" A small head popped out of the hole under the bush. It had to be said that it was raining heavily outside. After a while,
In a short time, all the hair on the head was wet.
But this young man named Gil didn't seem to notice it. If you look carefully, you will see that he has a pair of surprisingly big emerald green eyes. Yes, this is a big goblin. The largest among the fey creatures.
One, if you didn't pay special attention to their eyes, you would think they were halflings, but without the hairy hands and feet.
In any of Warnd's stories, goblins are beautiful creatures, and their distant relatives, the elves, are the embodiment of beauty. I have to say that the same goes for the great goblins. They are all quite delicate and beautiful races, but unfortunately there is nothing good about them.
reputation.
If the halflings wandering around the continent with no fixed abode are indolent and indolent, the Great Goblin clan is simply a haven for thieves. Nine out of ten legends about them are related to divine thieves.
Of course, although good thieves are desirable, thieves in real life do not have such a good reputation.
Jill and Boo are honorable members of the brotherhood of thieves who are widely spread underground and in the darkness in Ampelsel. Of course, it’s hard to say whether it’s honorable or not, but being daring is a must. By chance, Jill got
A map, in fact, a design drawing, a secret design drawing about the underground tunnel of the temple——
This is no ordinary thing.
If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely hide it, or simply burn it, or sell it quickly to sell it for a good price to avoid getting into trouble. But Jill immediately had an idea that can be called a 'model of a thief':
He decided to sneak into the temple and make a fortune!
This is simply crazy.
Of course, this is a matter of course in the eyes of the great goblin. In the ethics of the great goblin, all property in heaven and earth is ownerless, and those with 'virtue' can obtain it. What exactly is this 'virtue'?
', then it's hard to say.
Gil carefully poked his head out, using the only glimmer of light in the rainy night - the big goblin's eyesight was a hundred times better than that of humans. In fact, he could see clearly even in the dark, but the pouring rain seriously interfered with his vision.
Observing until the footsteps on the other side were very close, he shook his ears and heard that the other party was coming towards him.
"Shh!" He quickly turned around and made a silencing gesture to his companions. Bu was famous for his big mouth in the Brotherhood of Thieves. Once... no, several times, it was because of his talk that he made a mistake.
.
In Jill's opinion, if it weren't for his talkative companion, the two of them would have spent at least half the time in Ampelsel's cell.
Fortunately, Bu seemed to be well-behaved this time, maybe because he was sorting out the mud on his 'new clothes'.
Gil's eyes widened quickly. He saw three people walking out of the darkness one after another. One of them seemed to be carrying something on his back. The three of them came to the other side of the courtyard and stopped, then opened a door from the ground.
Lid. That is an exit on the other side of the secret passage. Jill has a good memory, or rather, this is the basic skill of the 'Nightingale'.
In the rain, the man carrying the bag quickly put the things down. I heard another person say: "This matter is too important, so put it here first. After Wood leaves, I will naturally find a way to send it out."
"
"Would Chief Priest Wood be suspicious?" asked a booming voice. The voice was very small. If Jill hadn't had a pair of pointed and long ears, she might not have been able to hear this sentence clearly.
"Don't worry, Magdal often leaves the temple secretly these days. When there is chaos tomorrow, others will naturally think that she disappeared in the chaos."
The three of them briefly exchanged a few words in the rain, but Jill's heart was already filled with excitement, "Martha, the 'treasure' they buried is actually related to the chief priest!" - As a qualified professional,
The people of Ampelsel, especially the thieves who are well aware of the upper-class nobles and worry about them day and night, of course know what the name 'Wood' represents.
He didn't even hear clearly what the next few words were. As soon as the three people left, he climbed down eagerly and grabbed his companion, shouting excitedly: "Did you hear it, Boo, this time we are rich!"
"
"Yes," Bu replied angrily, "I hope the trouble won't be as big."
"There are risks as well as benefits, my partner."
