Even through the black veil, Colin could still see a red glow rising from the female mage's face.
At this time, he also noticed that the blond hair of this female mage turned white at some point!
Moreover, each strand is condensed with the breath of frost.
She can't control her arcane energy anymore!
No wonder you need help.
"Of course, it's my pleasure!"
Since it was proposed by the woman, Colin will not be hypocritical.
And he also understood that the reason why he chose himself was not because the other party suddenly fell in love with him, but because he was the highest-ranking nobleman in the team.
Yes, class discrimination.
It's so natural in this world.
Even if Knight Bliss is powerful, he can kill Colin with one hand.
But as long as he is not granted a title or becomes the heir to a title, then in the eyes of the real nobles, he can only be regarded as a noble reserve, and has not really stepped into the threshold of the nobility.
There is a sentence that can properly describe the awkward situation of the Cavaliers:
In the eyes of commoners, they are nobles, but in the eyes of nobles, they are commoners.
Therefore, the noble female mage would rather choose Colin than let Bliss, who is more familiar and trustworthy, approach her.
Of course, it may also be because Bliss needs to lead the team and cannot be distracted...
While thinking wildly, Colin got off his horse and got on the female mage's war horse.
There is no warm fragrance of nephrite jade, only bone-piercing ice cold.
All of a sudden, the little wildfire in Colin's heart was completely extinguished.
The female mage shrank into Colin's arms a little stiffly, as if she was looking for warmth and support.
Bliss took a deep look at Colin with a slightly warning look, then turned around to organize the team and prepare to set off.
"Sorry, Colin Knight, I've used spells too often these days, and I'm a little out of strength. That's why I need to trouble you..."
"Don't say that, you are doing this to help us out of danger. Don't worry, I will take good care of you."
The team set off again.
Because the forward speed is not slow, the horseback is very bumpy.
The female mage's body was weak and weak, almost relying on Colin's embrace to keep her from falling.
"Are you okay?" Colin felt the female mage in his arms trembling slightly, and leaned into her ear and asked, "Do you need me to slow down?"
"It's okay, no need." The female mage gritted her teeth, "We must leave here as soon as possible."
"good."
The road was bumpy, and the two of them stuck together tightly, and some friction was inevitable...
Then Colin found out in embarrassment that the blood all over his body had a tendency to gather to a certain part.
It seems vampires have that ability too.
I will write it down when I have time...
Fortunately, Ke Lin can now control the flow of his own blood at will, so he takes the initiative to disperse the blood concentrated in a certain part to the whole body again to avoid embarrassment.
"What's your name?" Colin asked casually in order to distract his attention.
The female mage hesitated for a moment, but still replied, "Vera."
But she did not say her last name.
Colin frowned: "Flower of Truth?"
"You still understand Elven language?" Vera's tone was a little surprised.
"Of course, this is a necessary skill for an elegant nobleman." Colin babbled casually.
In fact, this is just some knowledge that the butler Aemon, who wanted to improve the style of the Angelet family, tried to force Colin into.
But Ke Lin has only learned a little bit, and he is barely a half-bad guy. It just happens that a blind cat bumps into a dead mouse at this moment.
"Ainu coimas cuivie, Laurelin leuca miule." Another series of Elvish words came out of Vera's mouth.
As the first race to learn to use arcane energy, the elves had to pronounce many spells in Elvish, so this became a must-learn language for mages.
"Huh?" But the half-baked Colin was blinded.
"Heck..." Vera, who caught Colin's embarrassment, was in a good mood.
"Stinky woman!"
"What?" Vera's slender eyebrows frowned suddenly, "What language did you just speak?"
"Guess." Colin smiled complacently.
Of course he would not tell the other party that what he just spoke was in Chinese.
"It's a bit like Quenya." Vera guessed, but then shook her head, "It's impossible."
Quenya is the special language of the high elves, but it has long since disappeared from the world like the high elves.
The current elves and Naga tribes are actually descendants of the former high elves.
Therefore, whether it is to trace the footsteps of the ancestors or to explore the ancient arcane books that no one can understand, Quenya has always been the research focus of these two races and mages.
But unfortunately, the research results of thousands of years can only piece together the pronunciation of dozens of words.
That's why Vera felt that it was impossible for Colin, who couldn't even speak Elven language fluently, to be able to speak Quenya.
Although his pronunciation just now is very similar to the Quenya word that has been deciphered so far.
"What language is Quenya?" It was the first time Colin heard this term.
Vera thought secretly—sure enough.
"It used to be a special language for high elves, but it has long been lost."
"Oh." Colin responded casually, and then asked curiously, "How did the high elves disappear? Has your mage council researched anything?"
"No." Vera shook her head, "The time is too long, and the only ancient book that may record what happened back then is written in Quenya..."
Colin rolled his eyes, and had serious doubts about the ability of these mages to decipher the language.
"But..." Vera hesitated to speak.
"But what?"
"However, the Mage Council has some guesses."
"tell me the story."
"The giant dragons and high elves disappeared about 5,000 years ago, but the Lord of Light, the God of War, the Goddess of Fate, the God of Storms... and other gods all began to appear in the world at about the same time. spreading faith.
So, there may well be some connection between the two…”
"You dare to speculate about the Lord of Radiance!" Colin interrupted forcefully.
He has to.
Although he felt that Vera's guess was reasonable, and he didn't have much respect for the so-called gods, but, as a knight, he had to stand firm.
This is his "personality".
Otherwise, he would be ostracized by the entire aristocracy.
Vera obviously also felt that she was a little stupid to discuss this kind of issue with a fanatic knight.
She sighed, seemingly losing interest in the conversation.
Colin also stopped talking, pretending to be "offended".
As time went by, Colin found that the body in his arms gradually warmed up.
Apparently, the female mage is gradually recovering from the arcane loss of control.
However, in this way, the physical friction between the two became more fragrant and charming.
Colin has to work harder to keep his blood from pooling where it shouldn't...
Even so, wisps of faint rose fragrance continued to penetrate into his nose, stirring his restless heart.
Finally, when the sky was getting dark and the team stopped to rest, Colin left the horse with a sigh of relief.
But at the same time, he actually felt a little reluctant.
"Thank you today, Colin Knight."
"You're welcome." Colin bowed and saluted. After walking a few steps, he turned around and asked, "By the way, what did you mean by that elf language you spoke today?"
Vera hesitated a little: "Believe in the truth, not lies."
"Understood." Colin nodded with a smile, turned and left.
Vera lied.
Colin happened to know the last word of the Elvish language.
But Ke Lin didn't expose Vera, because he knew that the other party lied to take care of his mood.
That last Elvish word doesn't mean a lie, but a god.
Therefore, the true meaning of the elf language spoken by Vera should be:
Believe in truth, not gods.
(end of this chapter)