Nataxi looked outside the hall from time to time.
Mr. Leslie had been going out with Sister Bellia for a while.
The banquet is about to begin, and the waiters are busy setting up the champagne tower. It is said that this is from the other side of the sea. The crystal clear wine glasses are as dazzling as diamonds under the wall lamp, and on the long table covered with white silk cloth, exquisite pastries and fruits are placed like wonderful works of art.
Nataxi had never seen a more lavish banquet.
Everyone was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and they talked to each other with subtle and reserved words that she couldn't understand, just as she had imagined. The rich aroma of wine filled the entire hall, and from a distance, the king's concubines could already be seen coming over with heavy makeup.
"Miss Leonard, have you seen Mr. Leslie?"
The directors came to ask.
"I have not seen."
"Oh, God of Light..." The chief slapped his forehead with a headache, "The first dance is about to begin."
"I, I saw Mr. Leslie go out with Sister Belia," Nataxi lowered her head, "You can look around."
The director immediately showed a clear expression:
"Ah, let's wait a little longer, maybe in a moment, this brightest couple will dance for us."
For some reason, Nataxi didn't want Mr. Leslie to be found. Once Mr. Leslie was found, in order to make up for Sister Belia, she would only dance with her sister... She looked at the group of people who were getting closer :
"But what about the king and concubines?"
The director raised his chin haughtily:
"He will have no objection."
Nataxi's heart trembled.
In her cognition, the king of the Sauron Kingdom is a giant mountain that cannot be climbed, but now this giant mountain has become an existence that is looked down upon in the Temple of Light.
… Is this the status of the favored, no, priesthood
In her surprise, the director politely offered to leave.
Nataxi was afraid of being asked about Mr. Leslie again, so she simply went to the small prayer room next to the main hall to stay for a while, and when she came out again, she found that Sister Belia had returned, but she was no longer accompanied by her dear Leslie. Mr. Slee, on the contrary, was surrounded by several handsome envoys to show courteousness.
She involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief:
Fortunately... I didn't come.
Nataxi also noticed that Sister Belia was not in a high mood, her finger holding the sparkling wine was slightly drooping, and her head hung down like a decadent reed.
Liu Yu was not decadent.
She wandered around the hall, and finally found her target in the southeast corner of the temple, Lord Malan—
The extreme believer who is extremely fanatical about the God of Light.
She needs him to humiliate her—
This is a necessary part of her plan.
The traces of the God Envoy in black are very eye-catching. On the premise that the entire hall regards white as beautiful, he is wearing a solemn black Xingyue robe, just like a black crow in the crowd, not to mention the two-faced crow born from the often stern face. A harsh decree pattern.
Lord Bruce left after the service, but Lord Malan needed to stay to maintain order.
Liu Yu took the sparkling wine and headed towards the southeast corner without any trace.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps...
During the period, she chatted with many people, clinked glasses, and when she was smiling, she and Nataxi looked at each other.
Nataxi jumped up like a frightened elk, her face blushed for some reason, and Liu Yu looked away as if nothing had happened. Speaking of which, she had no ill feeling towards Nataxi, even though she managed to get Gaia to agree to be her dance partner —
However, there are only so many survival resources.
How could she just watch the resources being taken away from her eyes. Only a silly Baitian would think that there will be pies in the sky—but even the God who loves the world will only feed grass to the lambs in his sheepfold.
Wolves are all robbed.
Liu Yu admitted that the blood in her bones has always been the blood of the hawks.
She walked up to a champagne tower and stopped.
This place is already quite close to Master Malan; he can see her as soon as he turns his head.
A passing oracle stopped:
"Miss Fergus, oh, you are so beautiful today."
"thanks."
Liu Yu picked up the hem of her skirt and returned a salute.
Master Ma Lan raised his head when he heard the movement, and immediately saw the shining, overly beautiful blond girl next to him. She looks like a viper in the garden of Eden with a lovely coat, ready to tempt the little lambs of this temple to fall.
His stern face tightened:
"Miss Fergus, I suggest you go out and turn left."
"Malan... my lord?" The girl didn't seem to understand what he said, she opened her mouth slightly, looking extremely stupid, "You mean... let me go out?"
"Yes, you heard that right, Miss Fergus." Maran paused, with a slightly disgusted tone, "How can a light believer who has been defiled by the dark apostle have the right to stand in this clean and spacious hall? Eligible to appear in the place where the gods have descended?"
The girl's face suddenly turned pale, and her whole body began to tremble
The sparkling wine in her hand was not held firmly, and fell to the ground with a "smack", the blue wine dripped all over the floor, and a few drops splashed onto her blue skirt.
All the eyes of the hall were focused on her.
The waiter hurried over with a handkerchief:
"Miss Fergus, you..."
"Need not."
Rejected by the girl.
She pursed her lips:
"Master Malan, my heart is clean, it belongs to the great God of Light, and there is no trace of infidelity."
As Master Ma Lan's eyes became more severe, crystal tears began to gather in those blue sparkling eyes: "You can't just deny me like this—"
"-negative?"
Malan twitched her lips cruelly, "Miss Fergus, you think highly of yourself. If it wasn't for the bishop, Miss Fergus, you would have been tied to the stake and turned into ashes like all heretics. "
"Your existence itself is a crime."
He said slowly.
"No, I didn't do anything wrong. The only thing I did wrong was not killing the dark apostle on the spot."
"Get out! Or—"
"—No! I'm going to stay here."
The girl stood stubbornly, her back straight, like an unyielding poplar.
"I won't go, Lord Malan, I belong here."
Malan Longdu's scepter was about to fall on this ignorant girl, but Master Bruce's warning came up before he left: "Malan, put away your dictatorship, this is not your palace of judgment, don't give it to me." God discredited."
"Hehe," he sneered twice, "darkness is always darkness, and evil is always evil. Once you have been with darkness, you will never be able to step into the light again. Miss Fergus—" he drew his voice, "—you remember Hold on, and I'll keep an eye on you until I send you to the gallows."
"I am waiting."
With the departure of Master Malan, the girl who was still stubborn just now dropped her shoulders as if she was overwhelmed.
She was like a pale ghost, walking among countless strange, speculative, and not-so-friendly eyes, and Nataxi found that Sister Belia was getting closer and closer to her.
Her heart jumped up "plop", "plop", as if her heart was pinched by a huge force——
She also heard what Master Malan said.
Those words, not only seemed to be said to Sister Belia, but also seemed to be thrown towards her face:
In terms of unforgivable crimes, she is ten thousand times more serious than Sister Belia.
After all, the first time she met Louis, he was lying on the road dying, as if he was going to die at any moment. She secretly took him back to the utility room of Fergus's house, took care of him every day, and provided... her own blood .
Nataxi never knew that this matter was so serious.
dark? In the dark camp, there are also good people, why doesn't everyone understand...
She subconsciously looked left and right, trying to find support—
However, at the gate of the hall, a tall and thin young man had been watching there for an unknown amount of time.
He stood quietly, with silver hair almost hanging down, and a gentleness that was almost pity on his beautiful face.
He "looked" at her, his lake green eyes reflected the broken shadow of the light, and as the blond girl walked, the broken shadow swayed slightly.
… Mr. Leslie.
Nataxi almost cried out, she covered her mouth.
The director over there has already started to say:
"Mr. Leslie, you're here at last! We're still waiting for your opening dance!"
Nataxi involuntarily raised a glimmer of hope. Master Malan just reprimanded Sister Belia. In such a sacred hall, it is impossible for Sister Belia to dance again. Then...will it be her turn
She raised her head and looked ahead expectantly, only to find that at some point, Sister Belia had already approached her.
Waiters in white silk and black vests shuttle back and forth, and people come and go.
The king and his concubines looked at the blond girl from a distance as if facing a formidable enemy, as if she would ask the golden knights around her to defend them if anything happened to her.
A dining cart was pushed by a waiter and passed behind, its wheels grunting as it rolled over the road.
Nataxi found that there was a huge six-layer cake on the dining car, the black forest was dotted with red pearl fruit, light blue cherries, and poured with her favorite cocoa syrup.
certainly delicious.
She thought casually, her eyes still staying in the distance—
Mr. Leslie came forward with long legs.
"Nataxi, I'm sorry."
The soft sound of passing by, almost made Nataxi think that she had heard it wrong.
She turned her head subconsciously, but the arm that was in contact with Sister Belia was lightly moved and "pushed" forward—she touched Sister Belia's chest.
"Oh, Natasha—"
The blond girl's face showed disbelief, followed by sadness.
She seemed to be hit by a force, and her hands were flying in the air, as if she was about to grab something, but she didn't grab anything, and fell heavily on the passing dining car.
"jingle bell clang—"
The dining car overturned.
The huge Black Forest cake smashed down in mid-air like a goddess scattered flowers, and the weak girl knocked on a corner of the dining car and bounced back. She was lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, her gorgeous azure dress was completely unrecognizable, it was dirty, and even her snow-white and beautiful face was covered with black patches and white patches of cream.
"Oh, God of Light! This is—"
The directors looked at the messy ground and looked at Nataxi as if she had caused a catastrophe.
Nataxi hurriedly waved her hands:
"No, it's not me, it's my sister herself..."
She didn't understand why sister Belia would do this...
She subconsciously looked at Mr. Leslie, but found that there was nothing on his delicate face.
Princess Mary waved her feathers and fanned:
"Tsk tsk, the upbringing of the common people is not good... even such a cheap method can be used..."
The girl on the ground couldn't see her original glamorous appearance at all.
She looked like a dirty puppet covered in mud.
The girl covered her face and sobbed like she was ashamed.
She seemed to be filled with unspeakable sadness, but she was choked up and couldn't say anything. Tears criss-crossed and criss-crossed her face, leaving traces one after another.
Everyone fell silent.
Yes, Miss Fergus has suffered much since last night.
Her begging, drinking, and jumping into the river can't change her lover's decision. Her lover wants to dance with her sister, and the proud and pure aristocratic nature of the Fergus family must have made her suffer——
When he arrived here, he was reprimanded by Master Malan again. No devout believer in the light could bear such an insult.
And her younger sister gave her the final blow, and everyone noticed Miss Leonard's hands that she didn't have time to retract.
That's how Miss Fergus knocked over the dining car...
Such multiple blows, which weak girl and noble nobleman can bear it
She must be breaking down.
The girl's sobs seemed to prove this point.
"Belia."
At this time, a beautiful voice came.
Liu Yu only felt a clear, cedar-like breath enveloping her.
"I'll take you back."
She looked up, and the face of the silver-haired boy was close in front of her eyes.
He bent slightly, and handed her the white handkerchief in his hand, with a rose flower embroidered on the white handkerchief.
That's what she left with him.
She avoided his hand.
Her little upturned face was dirty, her eye sockets were red, only her blue eyes were as clear as washed—everyone who has seen such eyes would never believe that she would associate with darkness.
She should be pure and clear.
Master Ma Lan's perennial cruelty and excessive punishments have long been known in the academy.
"No need, Gaia."
The boy's hand was frozen in the air.
At this moment, another pale yet graceful hand was passed to the blond girl, and the young man with black hair and black eyes smiled gently:
"Miss Fergus, it seems that this gentleman has to let me do it."
Liu Yu put his hand on the pale palm.
Louis leaned over and held her in his arms, and she was huddled in his arms like a soft herbivore.
Suddenly Louis felt a strange inexplicable feeling.
He knew how cunning and evil the person in his arms was, but he didn't know that she was as light as Nataxi in his arms, and she was actually not hard.
"I won."
Louis waved away the strange feeling, silently showing off to the person in his arms.
"No, it's not the end yet."
The girl's cake-covered face looked extremely dirty, and the uneasiness and longing in her eyes made her look even more delicious.
Louis couldn't help but blink.
At this moment, the boy's voice came from behind again:
"Belia, I agree."
His voice was extremely beautiful, floating in this hall like a breeze.
"Are you referring to the etiquette class...?"
Her voice sounded cautious, with occasional sobs mixed in.
"Yes, that's right."
Liu Yu couldn't help laughing:
She won the bet.
From then on, his soft heart became her sharp weapon.
When he was empty, he turned from Louis's cold embrace to that cedar-like clear embrace. The silver-haired boy looked at her quietly, and the pity and gentleness on his face turned into helplessness:
"Belia, you always..."
She buried her head in his arms and whispered:
"Gaia, thank you."
Thank you for your compromise.
The boy sighed softly.
The girl childishly wiped her tears and cake on the snow-like silk shirt on his chest.
"Belia..."
The girl naturally put her hands around his neck:
"Okay, Gaia, we're all dirty, let's go back."
"What about the opening dance?"
asked the chiefs dumbfounded.
The boy stopped, took a deep look at Louis, and said:
"Me and Miss Fergus are inconvenient..."
His white silk shirt was also stained with dirty "mud", the director closed his mouth.
Gaia nodded slightly:
"I don't think Prince Carlo and Princess Mary would mind leading the dance."
"Yes I do."
Prince Carlo looked at the two with sad eyes, and held Princess Mary's hand again, "I think it's not too rude for us to dance."
"what about me?"
A voice suddenly sounded, soft, with a bit of pain, humiliation, and struggle, the voice asked, "Mr. Leslie, do you also believe... I pushed my sister?"