Instaron's mouth opened wide.
He was almost stunned: "... My God, you said such a big piece of nonsense just to refute me? Should I feel honored or overwhelmed by it, as if this is the first time since I knew you, and My old buddy, what you said is a bit like a nine-phoenix person, I don't know you have the talent of a linguist?"
Targus glanced at him: "It has always been, but you didn't notice it. I always thought I would be a scholar before my 100th birthday."
The poor classmate Black Lord suddenly rolled his eyes.
"Then what do you say?" He pointed to Brando, and pointed to Boban next to Brando. My God, if we bring these two people back to the realm of eternal death, then wait for your majesty to chop off our heads."
Targus looked over there, a little silent.
"Take one step, watch one step." He replied.
"It's not like you said, Targus."
"It's not like it," Targus replied, "because it is."
It was the first time Instaron discovered that his buddy was actually quite talented in humor, although he might not think so.
Now he is beginning to kind of admit that the other party does have the potential to become a scholar, because they are just as neurotic—in his opinion.
However, that is of no use.
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"The fifth column, the seventh row... the eighth row..."
Delphine was struggling to prop up his body on the ladder, her face as white as thin paper, sweat like rain, densely densely densely covered on her almost transparent skin.
But she was careful not to let any drop of sweat get on the bookshelf. That was a fatal mistake and she absolutely couldn't be allowed.
Her gaze stayed on one of the books. There were traces of frequent extraction on the shelves. The gilded and sealed title of the thick and large book's spine was very common. It was the genealogy of the Rosalin family. A glance at such a book Looking at the past, it seems that there is indeed a value that is often pulled out to look at-some nobles like to remember the history of their own family, the more glorious the family's past, the more bleak the status quo-the more they like it.
The Rosalin family seemed to fit this rule, but Delphine had an instinct to tell her that she was right.
She took a breath, retracted her hand, and wiped the fine white beads of sweat on her white wrists and palms on her skirt. This extremely rude gesture is something she would never do in normal days. It's a crude thing that people do.
But people are not born to be vulgar, and of course noble is the same. The prime minister's daughter will now confirm this sentence.
After carefully wiping off the sweat, she moved the ladder with rollers a little closer, reached for the book on the corner of the shelf, carefully and tried to follow the way its original owner took it out.
"The fifth column, the eighth line, "Rossalin Family History", 332 pages, the third paragraph, between the seventh sentence and the eighteenth sentence, you can find it very accurately—"
An abrupt voice suddenly rang behind Delphine. It was a gentle and soft voice, as if a gentleman was cautious, for fear of frightening her.
But Delphine, who was highly nervous, was still shivering. The thick book in her hand dropped and fell heavily on the thick carpet. She stepped on the air and leaned back.
She screamed and fell from mid-air. She couldn't help closing her eyes, remembering that there was a small table with books stacked behind her. If she knocked on it, she would probably die.
Countless mixed thoughts rushed out of her mind.
Unexpectedly, it fell short in the end.
Perhaps just like my grandfather's evaluation of myself, I was still too simple and paranoid about the world. Martha told herself the answer with each lesson, but at the end of everything, she still ignored all this.
What she thought of was not hatred, nor was it the empire burning in flames and the dying silver queen.
In the illusion presented in front of her eyes, what she saw was the bright afternoon sun, and her grandfather’s carriage slowly drove along the rose walkway into the green courtyard, under the huge willow tree of the Niederwen family. The old man is getting more and more rickety.
The era of giants finally came to an end. After the supreme man of the empire got everything he needed, his daughter began to deprive this ancient family of its former glory.
She wants revenge.
For the grandfather, for the father, regain the due honor of the Niederven family.
She suddenly remembered what Elman had asked herself when she and Elman were hugging by the side of the lover's river in the imperial capital on a breezy summer night:
"Delphine, tell me, what do you care about my identity and the family behind me, or myself."
She remembered that she laughed at the time, because the question was so ridiculous. She remembered that she looked at the dumb guy with a joke at the time:
"Elman, how can you be so naive, do you still have marriage and love outside of politics in the aristocratic circle of the imperial capital?"
"I love you, and I also care about the family behind you and your identity, because if you are just an inferior person, I can't be with you."
Elman didn't speak at that time, it seemed that he had tacitly agreed.
Delphine suddenly felt a little lost.
She suddenly realized that her love and hatred might be mixed with something that shouldn't be there.
But when she came back to her senses, she found that she was not in Elman's warm embrace, but in the arms of a stranger.
The man looked at her with a smile, with his hands crossing her toes and behind her shoulders, hugging her, before she could react—put her on the ground politely, her bare feet could feel the thick handmade carpet Scratching his feet.
"It's too abrupt and beautiful, but I can't help but show off, bad things are always hard to get rid of." The man looked at her, his black eyes were like two bright black gems, and his hair was scattered. On the shoulders, the appearance is a bit feminine, but it will never make people think that it is more feminine.
He smiled and said to Delphine: "If you scare Miss Delphine, I hope to forgive me."
"Fang Qi," Delphine leaned against the bookshelf, his face pale and trembling slightly, "When did you come in?"
She immediately realized that she had asked a silly question, her face sank, and she changed the question and said, "The voice at that time was also you playing a ghost?"
In just such a moment, she had already reacted.
The voice she heard in the dream when she was in a comatose state was the man's voice, which was completely different from the voice he used to talk to Lord Rosalin in normal days, but it was revealed at this moment.
She is not a fool, and she naturally understands that she has been fooled.
"Lord Rosalin is too wary of us. I happen to need someone who is not so wary for him to explore his secrets, but the price of buying someone is too high. It’s not too mediocre, or it’s hard to get started..." Fang Qi didn’t shy away from Delphine’s identification. He embraced Delphine, leaning on his body and shrugged: “Only Ms. Delphine, your experience is very interesting... Um. , I believe I did not persecute you."
Delphine's face changed, and he said angrily: "You spied my memory!?"
"I know this is not a good habit, but I just can't help it, I'm sorry, I hope you forgive me." Fang Qi scratched his head in embarrassment: "But you are a clean and self-conscious girl, and I didn't see anything extra. You must believe me, and not every detail in your life exists in your surface consciousness—I mean you should be able to understand..."
Delphine's face was iron-faced, and she almost broke a silver tooth. She stared at each other, and at the moment when she couldn't help but burst out, the guy seemed to finally find that she was speaking outrageously.
He closed his mouth hurriedly and changed his words: "Um... I'm sorry, but I have to explain it clearly. After all, this is related to my reputation."
"To shut up… "
The prime minister's daughter finally squeezed these two words out of the teeth.
"Well, Miss Delphine, you calm down, I obey the lady's orders!" The man immediately raised his hands and said, "But I believe we still have common topics. Since you have seen those things, then I can probably guess. As far as what you want to do, your actions at the moment have also proved my thoughts. Our goals are the same."
Delphine was silent for a moment, originally wanting to have an attack, but forcibly suppressed his impulse, and asked nonchalantly: "What do you want to do?"
Fang Qi walked past her, stooped to pick up the book from the ground, shook the pages of the book, closed the book, raised his head and said to her: "Miss Delphine, your help to us ends here. But you gave me a surprise, maybe you can solve the jade mystery."
"Why do you want me to solve the jade mystery for you?" Delphine looked at him coldly: "I don't care about death."
"I don't want you to die, Miss Delphine," Fang Qi replied, "It's not that serious. It's just a deal. You want to save the world, and I want too. After all, none of us want to die. You should know that the Emerald Heart has only one purpose."
"It can also make you ascend to the throne, not just Jiufeng's." Delphine said without mercy.
"That's just a side effect," Fang Qi replied nonchalantly, "Perhaps it may be a bit of a concern to me, but it doesn't make any sense to you, Miss Delphine, doesn't it, but we have a common enemy." , I can help you solve him."
"I do not need-"
"Really?"
Delphine moved her mouth, but she suddenly thought of something, raised her head and looked at the other person and said: "Are you going to trouble that person?"
There was a sneer in her tone.
"In fact, it was not intended." Fang Qi took out a pocket watch from his sleeve, opened the cover and took a look: "If my men are still punctual, they will have trouble with him right now."
"Then you are in serious trouble..." Delphine gave this guy a pitiful look, then sneered: "You should ask for more blessings."
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