The desolate ruins that have been abandoned for hundreds of years stand tenaciously in the strong wind. In this untrodden land, there is a half-ruined ruins.
There is a broad stone square in the center of the ruins. The dome at the top that was supposed to be completely closed collapsed due to its dilapidation. At this time, the sun shines from above and reflects on the moss-covered ground.
Basu and Amir, the killers of the Bakiraka clan, were half-kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
In front of them, the end of the wooden stick hit the stone ground, and each time it made a crisp sound, it shocked the two of them.
"So, the fact that those three young brothers haven't come back yet means that you, the Bakiraka clan, have not chosen us, a group of outsiders."
The one-armed Heather held a long wooden staff with one hand and walked slowly around Basu and Amir. Her tone was like a bard singing sad poems:
"It's so sad, Your Highness, we have been underestimated."
Behind him, Yan Qishi was wearing a white dress and sitting on a high stone platform that had been cleaned spotlessly. The sun just fell on her shoulders. I'm afraid this is the beautiful scene of an angel coming to the world, right? Her sitting posture was extremely elegant, and her tone of voice
gentle:
"It doesn't matter. We are in such an embarrassing situation now. We shouldn't force others to make choices. Heather, don't vent your anger on Basu and Amir. They are innocent."
Basu and Amir felt relieved when they heard Rong Qishi's words, and then felt grateful. After spending so many days together, Basu and Amir dared to say that they had never seen such elegance, beauty, and flawlessness.
Her Royal Highness, every move she makes is like the most perfect masterpiece of God.
Such a noble person is willing to speak for a humble person like himself. Basu and Amir are actually very inclined to be loyal to Qishi in their hearts.
But as they say from the bottom of their hearts, they are just humble people and have no say in the Bakiraka clan. The person who really has the power to make decisions is the leader of the Bakiraka clan, their king 'Singh'.
.But in recent years, because Singh has been bedridden, most decisions in the family have been made by Prince Schlatt.
Based on the footsteps of the other three people, they still haven't seen the envoy from the Bakiraka clan come to visit. I'm afraid that Prince Schlatt has made a decision and rejected the proposal to join Princess Qishi.
Normally, Basu and Amir, the two 'hostages' left here are useless, and they can just chop off their heads and throw them back to repay the disrespect of the Bakiraka clan.
However, the magnanimous Princess Qishi rarely rejected the proposal of Heather, the palace wizard and accompanying staff officer, and did not allow Heather to kill the two people.
Obviously, this seemingly handsome but cruel and sinister palace wizard has not given up on his proposal, and has been trying to persuade the princess to agree, both covertly and overtly, for the past two days.
"Princess, I forgive you for talking too much. If you don't be more ruthless, you won't be able to survive in the territory of the King's Hall. The Bakiraka family are assassins. If you can't surrender them as soon as they come up, you must at least give them a chance.
A strong shock. Otherwise, they will inform those big countries of our intelligence, and your safety, princess, will be like a small boat in the storm..."
"Shut up, wizard."
A low and magnetic voice sounded, interrupting Heather's bewitching words.
There is no need for Basu and Amir to raise their heads, it must be the chief knight of the Round Table, [Knight of the Lake] Lancelot, who is extremely difficult to deal with the court wizard Heather.
This brave knight strode into this abandoned square, his dark blue metal boots and armor constantly colliding with the ground, making crisp sounds. He took off his helmet in a rare move and held it in his arm. He looked about thirty years old.
On the left and right, he has a head full of black curly hair hanging down to his shoulders. His face is handsome but always has a melancholic temperament.
Heather leaned on the long wooden staff and showed no fear of Lancelot:
"Oh my, isn't this Sir Lancelot? Have you completed the collection task assigned to you?"
Snap, a small cloth bag was thrown at Heather's feet.
"This is the material you want, no more of the same, no less of the same."
Lancelot looked at Heather with sharp eyes:
"You just need to quietly complete your weird witchcraft, and don't let me see you trying to seduce Her Highness the Princess again! Otherwise..."
He put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and the coldness in his tone was no joke.
On the side, Basu and Amir, who were half kneeling on the ground, tried to lower their heads lower. These days, they had often seen the overt and covert fights between the chief knight of the Kingdom of Fire and the palace wizard. Although Her Royal Highness the Princess suppressed both of them,
There was no fight, but the exchange of words was more intense than the swords on the battlefield. Speaking of which, they still couldn't understand the meaning of Heather's title of [Palace Wizard]. After all, they had only known it for such a long time.
Heather possesses martial arts skills that are not inferior to those of the Knights of the Round Table, but has never shown so-called witchcraft.
They never thought that this was simply a good show staged by Heather and his weapons in front of them.
Those round tables whose acting skills were not superb enough rarely showed up, leaving only the [actors]. Not to mention Heather, at least Qin Qishi and Lancelot played quite happily.
As for the purpose...
Heather was about to retort, but when she saw Her Royal Highness the Princess glance at her, she could only shrug her shoulders: "Well, why am I an unloved, taciturn person who is not good at words? Clumsy-tongued children should be honest.
If I get scolded in real life, I understand, I understand."
He bent down and picked up the cloth bag, untied the thick rope that tied the mouth of the bag, opened the bag and looked inside twice, and nodded with satisfaction: "I have never been impressed by Sir Lancelot's ability in finding things.
Doubt it, have I ever said that I raised a hound with a particularly good nose in the Kingdom of Fire? By coincidence, it is also named Lan... huh?"
Heather suddenly stopped talking. It wasn't the cold light of Lancelot's half-pulled sword from his waist that stopped him, but something else.
He raised his head and looked around the broken dome, and suddenly grinned: "Oh my, there are guests coming from afar, why are they hiding and refusing to come out?"
There was silence all around.
"Well, I'm quite shy, right? It doesn't matter. It's best for me to make friends. We will definitely establish a close friendship."
As she spoke, Heather reached into the bag and fumbled twice, pinching out a small handful of young leaves with a peculiar texture.
Basu couldn't help but looked up curiously, and recognized the young leaves of the relatively rare windsheath tree. According to legend, this tree will bloom buds in early spring. The spring breeze will not destroy these buds, but will destroy them.
It becomes stronger and stronger. According to folklore, if the tree is more than 200 years old, its young leaves will contain strange magic power.
Heather put the young leaves in the palm of her hand, raised them to her mouth, and blew them gently toward the dome: