It can be roughly seen that there is a woman's face under the ice helmet, but the specific appearance is not clear. Dolores thought of the origin of this gift and the somewhat sad story, and she could roughly guess where the image of the archer came from.
The maid Julia stood in the distance, carefully watching the archer appearing from behind her princess. After getting permission, she moved forward step by step, stretched out her finger and tapped its armor, and then quickly retracted it. .
"how do you feel?"
Dolores asked looking out the window.
"Very cold."
The maid answered honestly.
The corners of Dolores' mouth trembled, and she didn't let the naive servant express any further opinions. She waved her hand to make the archer disappear, then leaned against the window to feel the cold night wind pouring into the tower, and held the window frame with both hands and let out a long breath.
"My feeling is not wrong. The gift used by the great ancestor will indeed favor his descendants."
She stared brightly at the purple stars in the sky that represented destiny. As the daughter of the Stuart family, she had a special way to obtain certain information, so she naturally knew the fact that the end of the era was coming.
Dolores doesn't care about the meaning of the end of the era. What she looks forward to is the opportunity that will appear in the prophecy, and the savior who will appear. Everyone has meaning in the world, and she doesn't think she should spend the rest of her life in the castle like the princess in the fairy tales of the great writer Mr. William.
Although those stories are really beautiful.
What she longed for was a wider world.
When she thinks of the identity of the princess, she immediately thinks of fairy tales, Mr. Williams, her pen pal, and the letter that has not arrived for a long time. This is the only way Dolores's imagination can jump like this.
"Don't forget to go tomorrow..."
"Go check the mailbox at Morris Mansion, I know, you have to repeat it every day."
Julia half complained, and put the small box where the chess pieces were originally stored in the pocket of the apron. Before reading Stranger's Stories, neither the master nor the servant expected that Mr. Williams would have a degree in mathematics and such profound attainments in literature.
Although there is no clear clue that the two "Jenkins R. Williams" are the same person, it is too coincidental that they both live in Nolan and have the same name.
If it wasn't for Dolores not being able to get in touch with Hampavo's spy organization in the Kingdom of Fidgetly, she would definitely ask the spies to seriously investigate what kind of person Mr. William is.
"But is it really okay to use fake chess pieces instead?"
Julia asked worriedly. She was in charge of the whole plan, and there were no mistakes in every link, but she was still very worried.
"Don't worry, it is very troublesome to open the royal family's secret library. If it is not necessary, father and the others will only open it three times a year for inspection. The last inspection was yesterday!"
Although Dolores's thinking is a little bit out of the way, she often has some unexpected ideas. But no one can deny that she is the smartest in this generation of the Stuart family.
If it wasn't for the fact that the Hampawa Kingdom has never had a queen, and if it wasn't for the fact that in the eyes of outsiders, she spends her whole day in novels, salons and various boring courses, I am afraid that the young man of the Stuart family We won't let her live to this day.
Julia followed Dolores when she was very young. To be more precise, just like in those stories, the young princess went out and saw her favorite girl among the children begging on the street at a glance. figure.
Although Dolores is capricious, casual, and hates rules, Julia still likes her. It is not a love mixed with special emotions, but a love that is willing to dedicate everything to it.
This is also the thinking of most of Dolores' many followers. It is not the intentional calculation of the wise, it is just that this innocent girl has a special charisma.
In the early morning of November 1, Julia came to the familiar Morris mansion under the pretext of going out to help the princess deliver letters to her girlfriends. This is the princess's secret real estate in the royal capital, and it will also serve as a general correspondence address.
Ruen's winter was very snowy. In Julia's memory, there were snowflakes every day after winter.
But the snow here is difficult to melt, and there is no need to carry troublesome umbrellas when traveling in snowy days.
Compared with the southern kingdoms, the municipal construction of Loen City is not outstanding. Although the streets among the towering buildings are also paved with stone bricks, it is not known whether the craftsmanship of the craftsmen is not good, or there are problems with the local geology, and the ground always looks higher and lower.
Even if she wasn't a giver like Dolores, Julia was professionally trained. She and the accompanying servants quickly merged into the early morning crowd. After a few turns, Julia disappeared from everyone's eyes, while a woman with almost the same figure and the same clothes was surrounded by the crowd.
The maid, wearing a scarf and a thick hat, boarded the waiting carriage at the street corner under the snow. The coachman and the maid looked at each other secretly, and then walked back to the avenue from the other side through the narrow alley.
There are also some cleaning servants in the Morris mansion. Of course, they don't know who their real masters are.
The snow in front of the door had already been cleared away. When Julia got off the carriage, she saw only a short lady with a suitcase and a package in her hand, checking the street sign of this road.
Her appearance is very outstanding, and because of her height, she is easy to be loved by some men with unique hobbies. It's just that her eyes are not like those of ordinary women. If I have to say, they are somewhat similar to the expression of Her Royal Highness when she is not messing around.
When Miss Miller saw someone approaching, she could roughly determine the woman's identity at a glance. Although she wondered why the royal maid appeared here so early, she was only delivering letters for others, so she didn't want to delve into things that would get her into trouble.
"Hello, is this Arbat Street? Sorry, this street sign is broken."
Julia lowered her head slightly, blinked her eyes, and showed doubts in her eyes. She was guessing in her heart why this woman who spoke the common language of Fiddlesticks appeared here so early.
Even a spy should not appear next to the third princess who is least likely to inherit the throne.
"Feel sorry."
Miss Miller realized that this place was no longer Roland, she shook her head with a smile, skillfully switched to the language of the Kingdom of Hampavo with a slight accent, and politely asked the question again.