"Miss Fergus?"
"I, I..." the girl covered her face and cried bitterly, "I don't know who that person is. When he appears, he always wears a black cloak to prevent me from seeing..."
"Before that—" Prince Carlo interrupted her, he took out a melting card from his pocket, "I'm afraid I'm going to be rude to Miss Fergus."
He handed over the melting card.
This move by Prince Carlo is still very personable, but for a lady, it is a bit unreasonable, like throwing white gloves on the other party's face and saying: Prove your innocence, otherwise, a duel.
Liu Yu felt normal.
Prince Carlo, who was raised as a crown prince by a country since he was a child, certainly has his own integrity. His admiration for the kingdom and the gods is enough for him to pick up a sword to defend. He only throws a card, which is already for the friendship of his classmates.
However, she acted as if she was going to collapse, and took the card with shaking hands, like any insulted nobleman:
"Prince Carlo, I thought I was trustworthy."
"I'm sorry." Prince Carlo lowered his head deeply, "Only this once."
The golden sun on the melting card has not changed color and is still shining.
Prince Carlo let out a long sigh of relief. Looking at the girl's paler face and trembling shoulders, he opened his mouth:
"But Miss Fergus, how could you and..."
The girl suddenly raised her head, tears filled her blue eyes:
"Prince Carlo, I, I was forced... Please believe me..."
She said in a soft voice that seemed to be going out at any moment:
"... Yes, there are dark apostles stalking me... I don't know what to do..."
"... I dare not tell anyone, I can't sleep all night, I am afraid of dragging Princess Mary, I even moved out to live alone... Prince Carlo, you can't understand, I am so miserable, I can't find trust at all People can say, you, you will help me, right?"
The beautiful girl looked up at him, as if he was the hero who saved her from suffering.
Prince Carlo's throat choked.
He seemed to see another Nataxi.
"Is there a dark apostle haunting you?"
"Yes... I don't understand why, but it's me..."
When Liu Yu said this, his nose was really sore.
Yes, why is it her.
Who wants to be a rat in the gutter? She finally saw some light, and Louis wanted to drag her into the abyss of eternal doom...
dream.
he dreams.
The girl shrugged her shoulders and cried so realistically that Prince Carlo's next words were stuck in his throat.
"... Does Prince Carlo remember the whip of Princess Mary?"
Prince Carlo nodded, and Professor Edward measured the gray color with melted Laka, and then it was surrounded:
"I think we should find..." teach them.
The girl has already started talking.
"It started at that time, and I don't know where he came from... He was elusive and unpredictable... He said I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he liked me..."
She raised her head:
"Prince Carlo, is beauty a sin?"
Prince Carlo was speechless.
Beauty is not a sin, but excessive beauty, like Princess Sophia who stirred up disputes between the two countries by herself, is.
And the girl in front of her clearly possessed a lot of sins.
"...it seems that even you think so."
The girl said dejectedly.
"Feel sorry."
Prince Carlo raised his hand, then retracted it. He took out a kerchief embroidered with gold silk from his trousers pocket and handed it over, "Wipe it."
She took it, she was still sobbing, but the frequency of sobbing slowed down:
"He tempted me, but I already have Mr. Leslie... He hoped that I would fall into the abyss with him. If I didn't want to, he deliberately framed me and let Prince Carlo misunderstand you. He wanted me to stay in the camp of light Can't go down... He forced me, what can I do... "
She looked up:
"what do I do?"
Tears gurgled down from her eyes, and Prince Carlo never knew that a woman would have so many tears.
Yeah, what's wrong with her.
She is nothing but charming.
If it is really related to the dark forces, it will only hide and hide like an underground mouse, so why would it call out on purpose.
"Let's go and tell the bishop and the professors that they must find out this evil dark apostle—" Prince Carlo said as he wanted to leave, but was pulled back by a force.
The girl grabbed his silk cuff and shook her head:
"...Then do I still have a way to live? Prince Carlo... They will say, oh, Miss Fergus has an affair with the Dark Apostle, she is evil by nature, and sure enough... And, I was still raped by him, by him..."
Seemingly ashamed, she covered her face again and began to cry bitterly.
Prince Carlo's heart seemed to be hit by a great sadness:
How helpless she is, like a lost, cornered lamb.
The lamb has been shot by the hunter. Does he have the right to persecute her
"I, I can't let Mr. Leslie know that he, he will despise me, oh, this makes me want to die... I am defiled... my great God, I shouldn't live in this world... But I don't want to , I don't give up... I don't give up the fragrance of flowers in this world, I don't give up the sunshine in this world, I don't give up my mother, and I don't give up Mr. Leslie... "
Prince Carlo's hand couldn't help falling on Belia's soft blond hair:
"Miss Fergus..."
His voice was very gentle:
"Nobody's going to hurt you, I promise."
"Then you, you... will keep it a secret for me, right?"
At this moment, the blue eyes met the amber, and Prince Carlo's throat moved—
At this time, "What are you guys doing?"
A voice came over.
The silver-haired boy stepped across the boundary between light and darkness, walked around the heavy bookcases, and walked towards the two of them.
His water-green eyes were dim, but they accurately fell between the two:
"Belia, and... Prince Carlo?"
Prince Carlo withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded, and the soft warmth of the hair remained in the palm of his hand, like strands of entangled spider silk.
He put his hands behind his back and smiled dryly:
"Mr. Leslie, have you returned from Lord Bruce?"
"Prince Carlo."
Gaia nodded slightly, "Nataxi is looking for you."
"Okay, okay," Prince Carlo scratched his head, "Then I'll go find him."
"Then goodbye, Prince Carlo."
The blond girl looked at him pleadingly, Carlo nodded to her, then glanced at Mr. Leslie who was oblivious, his sleeves were all ruffled, and walked away.
When he was about to reach the stairs, he glanced back, and the two were no longer there.
Only the white skirt hidden by the bookcase could be seen faintly. Carlo pressed his heart, shook his head, and went down again.
———
Facing Gaia, Liu Yu was almost a hundred times more vigilant—
He is not as easy to fool as Prince Carlo.
Louis wanted to protect Nataxi, so Prince Carlo would only hear his last words deliberately raised.
What about Gaia
The wind is his ears, and the light is his eyes.
How much did he hear
How much do you feel again
Although mind reading can only read a momentary thought, but...
Liu Yu's heart seemed to be full of a tongs pan, and it kept gurgling, gurgling, steaming upwards. She held her heart, waiting for the last shoe to fall.
"Belia?"
Gaia had already walked in front of her, and he didn't ask anything, just said, "Would you like... go to the third floor to have a look?"
"The third floor?"
Liu Yu hurriedly wiped away tears.
"Third floor," she said in a nasal voice, "Gaia... don't you ask anything?"
Gaia looked at her, those lake-green eyes were like a pool of stagnant water that never wavered.
So, Liu Yu knew, and this topic ended here.
"Let's go, I'll take you to the third floor."
"Don't let me go up." She said, with some vague emotions, fear, timidity, or something else, "They said that the third floor is a forbidden area."
Gaia held out her palm to her.
The texture of the jade palm is distinct, and there is a hexagram-shaped iron plate lying on it.
"Let's go."
He took the lead to take a step forward, bypassing the tall bookcases, and headed for the copper lacquered door behind it.
Liu Yu paused, cheered up and chased after him.
She stretched out her hand to hold him as before, but Gaia didn't refuse, and she stuffed her hand into his palm again.
"So... Gaia, that's why you went to Lord Bruce just now?"
"Well, I have a little doubt that needs to be answered."
"Will Gaia also have doubts?"
"Yes, many, many."
"..."
Walking to the door, Gaia inserted the hexagram iron plate into the groove of the copper-painted door, and only heard a "click—"
The door opened.
Rows of simple and heavy bookshelves are displayed, and the huge space is divided into small pieces. The sunlight is difficult to pass through the gaps in the bookshelves, dancing with flying dust in the air.
The bookshelves are not filled with densely packed books, but only a few scattered volumes, parchment scrolls, ivory, tortoise shells—
There are even residuals.
The door closed again with a "click" from the back.
The whole space began to dim.
Liu Yu followed Gaia into the room, and saw that he picked up a roll casually and put it back quickly, even at the same angle, so he was very sure that he had a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"Can you read?"
"The books here are different," Gaia told her, "you can pick them up and try."
Liu Yu took a scroll casually.
The sheepskin roll was light and soft, and she felt a difference as soon as she touched it. Line by line of words "buzzed" like little bees flew in front of her, lined up in an orderly manner, and said hello to her.
Even with their eyes closed, these little bees are still dancing.
It feels mysterious and magical, but—
She cannot read.
With a bitter face, Liu Yu threw the parchment back on the shelf, and picked up another volume: Oh, I still don't recognize it.
This is the case for several consecutive volumes, ivory, tortoise shell...
illiteracy.
illiteracy.
illiteracy.
She is probably illiterate.
Liu Yu squatted down on the small table placed between the bookshelves, and found that at some point, Gaia was already sitting there, with dozens of books, parchments, and paper books spread out in front of him. The tadpoles in this book are not quite the same.
He stroked one volume, stayed with his fingers for more than ten seconds, and then went to the next volume—
Maybe it was because she stayed in her eyes for too long, Gaia turned her head:
"Belia, what's wrong?"
"These... you know all of them?"
"kindness."
"Dozens of different countries in different periods..."
Language hey.
How could she forget that this person is a god, and the initial settings are different from ordinary people.
Liu Yu leaned over, and the two of them were arms next to each other:
"Gaia, what are you looking at? You flip through so fast, can you remember?"
"Can... can't you remember?"
The boy blinked suspiciously.
The sunlight fell through the gaps in the bookshelf to the table, and then reflected to his water-green eyes. Being so close, his eyes seemed to be filled with a shallow layer of broken light, and suddenly had a soul.
How gentle, if you don't touch his real temperature.
Liu Yu rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes lazily.
She cried too hard just now, and her head hurt a little, so she can't be bothered to think about anything now.
Gaia didn't move, he turned the pages of the book with his other hand.
The rustling sound echoed in her ears, accompanied by the afternoon sun, which reminded her of the quiet university library in her previous life. She gradually became sleepy, but she couldn't fall asleep again.
As soon as he closed his eyes, it was Louis's smile.
He waved at her: "Belia, you are born to belong to the dark."
Pooh.
Ghosts belong.
Liu Yu put her face on Gaia's shoulder and sniffed it vigorously. She didn't feel more comfortable until the boy's clear scent like snow and pine covered her again.
The darkness like tarsal maggots was gradually diluted.
Gaia brought over another parchment scroll.
"Gaia..." she poked him, "tell me what you saw."
"...One pound of Xuanwu, half a snake gall, and half of gold water..."
"what is this?"
"alchemy."
"Is it the kind of alchemy that can make a panacea?"
"There is no panacea in this world." Seemingly feeling that her words were ridiculous, the corner of the boy's mouth curled up, "If there is, it is with God."
"… Oh."
Liu Yu let out a long "Oh".
She leaned on his shoulder, feeling unsatisfactory, she pulled his arm away again, "swiped", and retracted her whole body into his embrace.
Gaia is always motionless.
He didn't cater to her, but he also let her go, as if she was just a cat having fun.
He sat there quietly, turning the pages of the book intently, as if the things hidden there were more attractive than anything else in the world.
Liu Yu didn't let himself rest for too long.
Time is very stingy for her, and fate is chasing and chasing her behind her. Only by moving forward can she avoid the ensuing heavy pressure.
However, Liu Yu still rested on Gaia's leg—
She kept snapping her fingers, throwing bright bullets out one after another.
Every time she is by his side, the light power she condenses is always extraordinarily pure, and the practice is also more effective.
Gaia stopped flipping the book:
"Belia, are you silent?"
"Well," the girl said triumphantly, "how is it?"
"good."
"Is there a reward for that?"
"what do you want?"
Gaia's movement of turning the pages of the book completely stopped.
He lowered his head, and the girl sat up from his arms. She wrapped her hands around his neck and elongated her voice:
"I want you... to kiss me."
"Just like that night, passionate," she leaned into his ear, "intense."