Liu Yu remained heartbroken and walked out of the hall all the way.
The music of the choir came out of the hall, and the guarding golden knights held their long swords and looked at her vigilantly:
"Miss Fergus, you must not intrude."
There were still tears on the girl's face, as if she had just experienced something extremely sad.
"No, I'm just... walking around the neighborhood."
The knights looked at each other, obviously they had heard what happened last night.
They looked at her with pity:
"Oh, of course, if you please."
Liu Yu held up the hem of her skirt and went another way.
The corridors where people usually come and go are empty, and there are no civilians who come to worship with their families. The entire temple is empty as if it has just experienced a catastrophe.
The magnificent murals extend all the way to the end of the corridor. The sun, moon, stars, flowers, plants, trees, and even the crickets in the grass are singing and yearning for the light. They prostrated themselves on the ground, praying devoutly, the flowers bloomed and the moon set, the stars shone and the grass rose. Every time they saw each other, she could detect the almost morbid belief in the God of Light in the whole world from the full pen and ink.
"Every time I see this, I feel very bad."
A dense fog appeared in the corridor.
The thick fog cleared, and a black-haired young man appeared beside her.
"Oh, really?"
"Miss Fergus doesn't look very happy either."
"Not so bad, and not too good."
"The banquet is over, if Miss Fergus can't change your lover, I will win the bet." Louis leaned close to her ear, "I'm looking forward to Miss Fergus personally delivering..."
"… book of."
He spoke ambiguously and lowly.
"I'm looking forward to Master Louis's psychedelic technique."
The girl straightened her back and said unyieldingly, "Also, remind you to pay attention... your lamb."
"Nataxi?"
Louis' eyebrows furrowed.
"What's up with her?"
"This..." Liu Yu shrugged, "I don't really know. But, I guess... Maybe she will come to you before me."
"This is impossible!" Louis subconsciously said, "Nataxi's heart is as pure as the snow lotus on the mountain."
"Whatever you want."
Liu Yu thought about the arrangements for the evening, and said, "Besides, there may be some things that need to wrong your lamb during the dance banquet. Please hold back and take me away at the last moment."
"Take you... away?"
Louis seemed to hear something extremely incredible, and laughed, "Why? Dear Miss Fergus, you don't think that after drinking your blood, I became one of those brainless fools who bowed to you right?"
"Good-bye, Miss Fergus."
After laughing, the man turned into thick fog and disappeared in the corridor.
Almost at the same time as he disappeared, a familiar face of the gods came hurriedly from the corner of the corridor, he seemed to be looking for someone, and when he saw her, he immediately said: "Miss Fergus, there is a shortage of manpower in the hall, please come with me as soon as possible." .”
"Okay, okay."
…
The worship of Sauron's royal family lasted a whole day.
Listen to the bishop's lecture in the morning, and after lunch, go to the "clean pool" behind the temple to bathe and wear clothes; then sit on the ground around the statue and pray with eyes closed. Before the seat, accept the baptism of holy water.
"King Sauron."
A stout middle-aged man walked up to Master Bruce's feet, clasped his hands together:
"May God be forever."
Liu Yu carried the tray up the steps.
The golden cup inlaid with countless red agates on the tray was filled with a clear golden liquid.
Master Bruce's hand full of age spots held up the cup:
"May the glory of God be with you."
The clear golden liquid spilled onto the king's shoulders and body. Lord Bruce handed over the Holy Grail again. The king looked at it enthusiastically, took it and drank it down.
Liu Yu walked down the steps again with the empty "Holy Grail".
I couldn't help but recall Master Bruce's smile just now.
The bishop of a dignified temple smiled like a counterfeit drug seller:
"Oh? Holy water, how is it possible? The royal family came here so diligently, the holy pool will be dry... Holy water can only be used on those who really need it... This is a juice made from gold paws. If you drink it for a long time, it will probably be... sweeter ?”
Liu Yu: ...
On the steps, King Sauron crawled down, and the crown inlaid with various precious stones touched the ground. Then, she watched Lord Bruce raise his feet—
No shoes.
The king reverently kissed the back of Lord Bruce's foot, and... the toes.
The concubines showed envious looks one after another, wishing they could replace them. Mr. Bruce probably sensed the danger, so he quickly retracted his feet under his robe. The concubines showed regretful expressions.
Liu Yu glanced at Gaia subconsciously, but found that he seemed to be facing her direction, with a confused expression on his face.
Ever since he came here, "confusion" had not appeared on his face for a long time.
Is he bothered by something...
Is it because of... what she said just now
Liu Yu lowered his eyes and stopped guessing.
What she didn't notice was that the eyes of Malan and Prince Carlo fell on her at the same time.
Twilight is approaching, and the banquet is coming soon.
The waiters in white silk shirts and black waistcoats were busy in the hall. The favored ones were rescued from the busy day and were gathering together in twos and threes to chat. The directors of the previous term stood on the steps and clapped their hands:
"Have fun tonight!"
There was a burst of cheers from below.
"The candidates for the opening dance, you discuss and leave it to me... Oh, remind you, it must be the most shining couple in the crowd, otherwise... the directors will not do it!"
In the laughter:
"How about we pick... Mr. Leslie?"
"Oh, Mr. Leslie? As bright as a star? Of course."
The directors agreed, "Where's the dance partner?"
"Miss Fergus! Miss Fergus! Miss Fergus!—"
This is not an etiquette class pair, one-on-one long-term dance partner, but a candidate for the opening dance at a night banquet. As "lovers" recognized by the entire academy, Liu Yu and Gaia were arranged to dance together, which is perfectly normal—
What's more, the blond girl in the crowd was wearing a starry sky blue tutu dress, and the gold thread reflected the wall lamp in the dome, looking as dazzling as a goddess of beauty.
The teenager didn't raise any objections, apparently acquiescing.
"Then Miss Fergus—"
"—Sorry," the blond girl interrupted the chief, with a determined face that cannot be ignored, "I already have another dance partner, Prince Carlo."
"Oh… "
This unexpected answer obviously stumped the directors, they looked at Gaia, "Mr. Leslie..."
Looking at the blonde girl again:
"Miss Fergus..."
"Since Miss Fergus doesn't want to, I can dance with Mr. Leslie."
Princess Mary walked out haughtily.
She wore an unusually expensive red long dress, inlaid with countless fine sparkling diamonds, which looked like a passionate fire, but unfortunately... this fire was not white enough.
"Na, Nataxi wants to dance with Mr. Leslie too!"
Nataxi whispered authentically.
"Just you? A commoner?" Princess Mary covered her mouth with a fan and giggled, "A commoner? Dare to wishful thinking... Yes, the commoner's despicable blood dooms you to greed and shamelessness. Miss Fergus and I robbed you It's fine for a man, your younger sister will also follow suit..."
"Mary!"
Prince Carlo pushed away the crowd and came out, "I'll dance with you."
"Brother Carlo?!" Mary looked at him in astonishment, "Aren't you dancing with Miss Fergus...I don't want to! I want to dance with Mr. Rice..."
"I'm going to dance with Mr. Leslie!"
"I'm dancing with Mr. Leslie too!"
Five or six of the goddesses raised their hands together, and it was a mess.
Princess Mary was forced to walk out the door by Prince Carlo.
The blond girl caught up with her skirt:
"Prince Carlo, I..."
Prince Carlo stopped:
"Miss Fergus, I'm sorry."
As he spoke, he dragged Princess Mary out of the banquet hall without looking back.
There was a roar underneath.
"Oh, poor Miss Fergus, even Prince Carlo doesn't want her."
"You see her face is pale, standing there, like a lamb that has just been sheared, looking extremely helpless."
The blond girl looked anxiously at the center of the hall.
The silver-haired boy was surrounded by the goddesses, but his lake-green eyes seemed to be looking at her from across the crowd. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the girl whimpered and ran away like a wounded animal. .
"Mr. Leslie!"
"Mr. Leslie!"
"Mr. Leslie!"
The boy fell silent.
He was still calm as usual, he didn't smile much, and he wasn't too cold, but the movements of the goddesses stopped abruptly.
I don't know why, but at that moment, they seemed to be frozen—no, it was more serious than that, their hearts stopped beating, as if they were facing a god who would never dare to blaspheme easily.
"Mr Leslie..."
When they came back to their senses, the boy had already walked outside the door and disappeared around the corner.
He stepped onto the second floor without hesitation.
At the end of the corridor on the second floor, there was a VIP locker room. The door of the locker room was ajar. The young man was standing by the door, and there were broken and thin weeping sounds.
"Why is it always like this, always like this..."
"Gaia doesn't want me, even Prince Carlo doesn't want me..."
"...Yes, I look very strong, but a strong person... won't be heartbroken... Woooooo... Gaia, I hate you... I hate you..."
"...It's okay, they don't want me...I don't want them..."
The boy leaned against the wall, next to his ear was the girl's sobs as if hurt.
Just as he was about to push the door, the locker room door opened from the inside.
The two met each other.
The girl's red eyelids and nose can't be hidden from anyone, and her first reaction when seeing him is to cover her face:
"What are you doing here?"
"Belia."
"I don't want to listen!" She pushed him away rudely, "Gaia, as I said, I want to forget you."
"Belia, I'll dance with you."
he said.
The girl "da da da" stopped when she reached the stairs.
She turned around, with tears still remaining on her face, but a slight layer of hope rose in her eyes, and she asked cautiously:
"Is it the dance partner of the etiquette class? One-on-one."
"No, tonight."
Hope is gone.
The girl turned her head directly:
"No need, Mr. Leslie's kindness should be reserved for my sister, Princess Mary, and those who are infatuated with you."
Just when she was about to take another step, a voice came from behind her:
"Belia, I don't quite understand. Just a dance partner in etiquette class."
"Yes, just a piece of roulette, just a piece of bread, just a flower..."
The girl ran down the stairs.
The boy who stayed alone stood quietly on the corridor, listening to her last cadenced sentence:
"Gaia, I don't need your charity."
He looked out the window.
The wind brought the moist breath of the snow-capped mountains, just like the tears on the girl's face—he couldn't see it, but he seemed to touch it.