Ceciwenna's heart was filled with the joy of success, which mixed with the relief of seeing Adhesire again, brewing a sweet feeling of ecstasy.
She walked down the street with her head lowered, her whole body covered in the shabby cloak. When she hurriedly walked around the corner, she carefully checked behind her to make sure no one was following her.
The entrance inspection of White Rose City is very strict. From the time of departure to arrival at White Rose City, Wing Zhi stayed outside the city for nearly a month. It was only recently that he sneaked into the city through the channels of a nearby resistance organization and took advantage of the opportunity of the Mutin Festival.
Along the way, they heard countless depressing news, but the king's last instructions, the worry about the missing Highness Edrasil, and the anger towards the Silver Rose Family and the Empire have supported them until today.
And just now, she finally confirmed that Her Royal Highness the Princess was safe and sound, and nothing could make her happier than this. Next, she would wait for the opportunity to rescue Her Royal Highness from the Silver Rose Devil's Cave in White Rose City.
Went.
As for what to do after being rescued, Ceciwenna, who was a military attache, has not yet figured it out, but as the saying goes, there is a road to the mountain. There is no shortage of careerists in this world. As long as Adhesire is willing to leave with them,
Those with ulterior motives came to the door themselves - just like the Nanling resistance organization that helped them and brought them into the city.
And when she thought that her journey of a thousand miles was about to begin at her feet, Sessiwenna felt a little uneasy, but at the same time she couldn't help but feel a little excited because of her undoubted determination.
Thinking of this, Ceciwenna couldn't help but speed up her pace. She had to inform others of this good news as soon as possible.
The disguised girl quickly turned into an empty alley and then stopped suddenly.
The one-eyed man dressed as a porter noticed the movement, raised his head, and narrowed a cold blue eye to look at her: "It's a good technique, deliberately avoiding the front sight, but the precautions for the rear are a bit too lax.
Bar?"
Hearing the man speak, Ceciwenna subconsciously took a half step back and narrowed her eyes: "Who are you!?"
Looking at the light golden eyes exposed under the shaken cloak, Lamberts frowned slightly and said lightly: "I thought the only one who was eyeing Yi Wenyan was the church, but I didn't expect that someone in the sewer wanted to share the cup.
There are quite a few rats in the soup."
"...Rat?!" Those pale golden eyes were filled with anger for a moment, "You...bastard..."
"Hmph..." Seeing that his goal failed, Lamberts couldn't help but snorted coldly. At the moment when she was about to roar, the girl swallowed back the anger that was about to come out, leaving only a few murmurs of gnashing of teeth.
into the air.
"..." Looking at Lamberts, Ceciwenna quickly weighed it in her mind, and then in her right sleeve behind her back, a dim and matte dagger fell silently into the slender palm.
middle.
"Get out of the way." She looked at Lamberts coldly and said.
Lamberts narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl, then shrugged: "Please do."
After saying that, he turned around and left the alley without looking back.
Ceciwenna was left on the spot by him, with the dagger still in her hand. The girl looked at the other person's leaving figure, at a loss. Apart from being stunned, her heart was full of contradictions. She could neither chase nor stay.
"He... what on earth is he here to do..."
After pondering for a moment, Ceciwenna bit her silver teeth lightly, stamped her feet, and then chased after her: "We can't just let him go like this. If he reveals the matter to the Duke's Palace, His Highness Adehill's life will be affected."
Threat. So we must find out this guy’s address—at the worst, we must monitor him so that he cannot act rashly..."
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Yi Wenyan leaned on the sofa in the study room, clenched his right hand into a fist, and coughed lightly.
Putting down his hand, he interrupted Iofeta's report: "So, as expected, did the 'Last Brigade' get in contact with Adesiel? So how did Adesiel behave later?"
Iofetta quickly replied: "On the surface, it looks normal, but when walking, it feels a little stiff."
She made a little gesture - the same hands and feet.
"Ha..." Yi Wenyan couldn't help but laugh, "... It should be said that she is worthy of being a woman from the royal family. It is normal to behave like this."
After saying that, he rubbed his forehead tiredly. The magic power dissipating rapidly in his body made his head tingle. But this was just the beginning, and it had not yet reached the final stage of the magic power dissipating.
Iofita gently closed the data book in her hand, frowned slightly, and said softly: "...Master Ian, there is one thing I don't quite understand. There is still nearly half of the tenth volume of your teacher's manuscript.
I haven't finished the translation yet, so it would be inappropriate to test Miss Adehill at this time."
"Isn't it timely..." Yi Wenyan shook his head gently, "Iofita, the work of translation is actually not as troublesome as you think. Maybe translating a book is completely composed of 'dead language', 'lost language'
It is almost impossible to write a text written in a language, but for an ordinary foreign language book that already has nine volumes of translations as a reference, any scholar who specializes in semiotics can do it.
Translate it.”
"And Iofeta, even if this matter hadn't happened, do you think I would be so easily trusting in what Adesil translated to me?" Ivan gently rubbed his forehead, maybe it was because of it.
Because of the illness, or because he was facing Iofetta, his tone was not as bold and aggressive as before, "Although I'm sorry to say it, as a person
Leader, I still don't feel at ease enough with Adishiel. But compared to a dead language that has no possibility of translation, I would rather have a 'so-called translation' that is full of errors. The former has no translation.
Possibility, but even if only one-third of the latter is correct, with the ability of the scholars and mages I have at my disposal, it is enough to correctly translate the entire manuscript."
"So whether Adishiel does anything or not, it makes no sense to me." Yi Wenyan sighed softly, "Deliberately leaving such loopholes for her is just for the sake of
Let her dig her own grave - I really hope she can live up to my expectations..."
"..." Iofita was silent, with a hint of thought in her beautiful lake-green eyes, "...I don't think what you did is right, Master Ian."
"Huh?" Ivan was a little surprised. Few people would accuse him of his mistakes, and even less so Iofita. The girl was mostly listening.
"Young Master, you expect Miss Adhesill to live up to your expectations, but in my opinion, Master Ian, you have never reached out and actively expressed your expectations for His Highness Adhesill."
"Master, you are just waiting. You have always been just waiting, waiting for others to stand with you, but you have never taken the initiative to reach out. If you could have taken the initiative to stay, Miss Cynthia would not have left the Duke like that.
It’s home.”
The unexpected direct blow made Yiwen a little shaken. But after calming down, he smiled bitterly and felt that this was really the style of Iofetta. It was straightforward. It seemed that apart from silence, the girl had never known that there was
What better way to hide one's feelings.
"Qiluo..." Yi Wenyan looked at the beautiful red clouds outside the window and fell into deep thought, "Iofeta, do you know what is the biggest difference between you and Qi...Cynthia?"
"..." Iofita did not answer. If she had known, she would not have asked Ivan such a question.
"It's the ability to protect yourself..." Yiwen smiled bitterly, and then looked up at the bloody sky, "Cynthia is different from you, Iofita, she is just an ordinary woman, and when I choose this path
At that time, I realized that there would be unavoidable chaos around me, and I was not sure that I could protect her - at least it would be safer to stay as far away from me as possible than staying by my side."
"To put it nicely, I am a person who likes to think about defeat before thinking about victory. To put it harshly, I am a person who hates being responsible." Yi Wenyan closed his eyes gently, the magic power dissipated, and the physical strength increased.
The loss made him almost unable to bear the physical exhaustion after a day's work.
"I never think that I can save the world, or save all the people I want to save. I am only willing to do what I can... Iofeta, you are willing to stay with me, I really thank you. But Cynthia
Different... having anything to do with me will only hurt her more..."
"So Adishiel...maybe for her...staying away from me is..."
Ivan Ian's low words began to become blurred halfway through, and finally stopped slowly. With his eyes closed, he snored evenly. Iofita stood there blankly for a while, and then
He took a blanket and gently covered him. The loss of magic power would last for several hours. Yiwen Ian's current lethargy was only temporary. Soon he would be awakened by severe pain due to the depletion of magic power.
But even if it's just for a moment, let him rest.
Iofita held Ivan Ian gently across a thin blanket, with her wolf-like ears attached to him, listening to the powerful pulsing in Ivan Ian's chest and the subconscious moans coming out of his mouth.
, the arms surrounding him couldn't help but hug him a little tighter, as if this could relieve his pain.
What appeared in his lake-green eyes was a look like a wounded wolf.
The only people who can understand people with the same disease are those who have sympathy for the same disease. Cynthia chose to leave, and Iofita chose to stay, but Yiwen Ian did not make any expression after all. He expressed his relief for Cynthia's departure, and expressed his gratitude to Iofita.
Fita chose to thank them for staying, but he never mentioned their real expectations and expectations for him.
Compared with the current Iofita, the current Yiwen Ian is more like a lone wolf outside the wolf pack. He is far away from the wolves, quietly watching the emotions revealed by the wolves.
Warmth and happiness, give your blessings, and then disappear alone in the vast snowy night, fighting the threats from the darkness, fighting for life and death in a place where no one knows.
Yes, Ivan always says to only do what he can.
So in the end, he was like lighting his own torch, burning himself to ashes and scattering in the wind and snow.
The flame is so blazing that those who look up to it will feel warm and bright. However, those who want to go further and embrace it will have their skin and flesh burned by the heat and temperature of the flame like moths to the flame.
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But even if she is also ignited and becomes firewood, Iofita must tightly embrace her only flame of hope, unlike those military officers, those workers, and those soldiers who, for the sake of Ivan Yi
He gave them the ideals and beliefs and stood with Ivan Ian. Whether it was Iofita or Cynthia, the reason why they wanted to touch him was simply because of Ivan Ian.
So Iofita knows very well that as long as Ivan can stay, Cynthia will feel happy even if she turns into ashes...
Because no matter what, they are all suffering from the same problem.