Instead of taking a carriage, Shad walked with Margaret on foot, strolling along the dark streets at night:
"The destination is not far away, only two blocks from here."
Xia De said, but Her Royal Highness the Princess didn't care about all this. She walked side by side with Xia De with her hands behind her back, occasionally turning her head to look at Xia De and listening to him talk about the stories he encountered in this city.
"You always seem to have accidents?"
There was no one else on the street in the deep winter night, only two lonely figures walking side by side. Margaret's pace was very slow. Even though she knew that the last time they spent together tonight would end, she still wanted to slow down the time.
"Not always. Other friends I know always encounter various accidents. For example, Dr. Schneider you met."
Thinking of the doctor, Xia De smiled:
"And my friend from church, yes, the one you saw at the opera."
As they were talking, there was a commotion at the intersection ahead. Shade stopped first, then gestured to Margaret to stop.
Soon, a group of people in police uniforms came running over, seemingly chasing something invisible. They also saw the two people on the street. One of the ladies said something to the middle-aged man in the lead, and then walked towards Xia De and the others alone:
"Good evening, Shade!"
It was Yin Luna. She looked a little more mature in her police uniform:
"Look, I showed up just as I was talking about it. Good evening, Yin Luna."
Xia De said with a smile, Yin Luna then noticed who was following Xia De. She was a little surprised, but then she smiled again:
"Really? Don't hang around here. We're chasing an invisible guy who's related to the new keeper."
The seventeen-year-old girl winked at Shade.
"It was a blue creature that moved by bouncing, like a seahorse."
Xia De told Yin Luna what he saw, and then pointed to his eyes:
"Your eyes should be able to see it too."
"Oh, yes."
Yin Luna nodded and looked at Princess Margaret again:
"Have fun, then."
She plucked up the courage to kiss Xia De's cheek. Seeing that Xia De did not object, she backed away, waved goodbye, and then trotted off to catch up with her companions.
"She seems to have a very special status in the church... You have a really good relationship with the beautiful local girls."
The two continued to walk forward, Margaret laughing and teasing.
"Don't talk nonsense, Margaret. The girl just now was only seventeen years old."
Xia De retorted, and the princess smiled and shook her head, sighing softly:
"Seventeen years old... It's the best age... If you dare to ask my age now, I will step on your feet with my boots."
She warned Xia De, her eyes quietly staring at the place on Xia De's face where he was kissed just now:
"Can you tell me the story of you and Princess Leia Cavendish?"
"This... is a bit inconvenient."
The main reason is that it is not convenient to explain that Shad seems to be dating one person, but is actually dating two people. And if it comes to the second half of the story, involving Grace and Helen, it will be even more inconvenient:
"But I have a story. Before I confirmed my relationship with Her Highness Leicia, I told her this story."
Margaret moved a little closer to Shade and looked at him with a smile on her face:
"Love story?"
"Hmm... a shipwreck story."
Most girls like love stories, and this is the same whether it is in the stranger’s hometown or here, whether it is now or in the past.
Walking on the streets in the deep winter night, the figures of the two people passed through the lights under the gas lamps, from darkness to light, and from light to darkness. The men's leather shoes and women's boots knocked on the ground, but there was no sound in the deep night. The shadows leaning against each other passed by the windows, walls and rusty mailboxes on the corners of the street, but in fact, the girl with long light golden hair just looked at the stranger who was telling the story of his hometown gently.
Snow fell from the night sky at some point in time, and the fine, fluffy snowflakes covered the ground, bringing the row of footprints together, making them seem less lonely.
The princess from a foreign land tilted her head and looked at the young knight who was telling the story. The young foreigner also turned his head slightly to look at the princess from the southern country:
"What's wrong?"
"Please continue."
The girl shook her head slightly, as if she wanted to keep the smile of the Snow Knight in her eyes forever.
The snow was getting heavier, but no one suggested going back to where they started. Chad's voice was not very clear in the snowy night, but for Margaret Anjou, it was enough to become the most precious memory of her life.
The ship in the story finally encountered the destined glacier; and the two people walking in the snow finally waited for the end of the story.
"It's a very sad story. I can understand why Princess Leicia likes this story."
When Shad reached the end of the story, Margaret gave a brief comment. She was worried that Shad would ask her how she felt about the story, but Shad did not do so.
“But I don’t like this story.”
Shade said the same thing as last time:
"I never liked tragedy, any kind of tragedy."
He sighed, and white smoke came out of his mouth. This was a scene that only appeared in winter:
“Tragedies often make for beautiful stories, but I am not a great artist or critic.”
Margaret Anjou smiled, took off her gloves, and reached out to catch the falling snowflakes under the light of the gas lamp. But she was not sure whether she really caught the snow, because they walked into the dark gap between the gas lamps again.
This was actually a good thing for her, because she didn't have the courage to look at the newly formed crystal snow in the light to see if it would melt because of her scorching heat.
"I don't judge tragedy or comedy, but the sad story just now is probably reality."
She lowered her head slightly, and her red nose exhaled hot air:
"We wanted to be together, but in the end we couldn't. Only when we are old can we use that only treasure to recall the most important memories of our lives..."
Subconsciously, she wanted to touch the hair ornaments on her hair, but she was worried that Xia De would think she was hinting at something, so she raised her hand and ended up stroking the ends of her hair:
“The snow in Tobesk is really beautiful.”
She raised her head slightly and exclaimed, Xia De nodded, and the two continued to walk forward. Her Royal Highness was wearing a scarf, but Xia De was not. He looked at the falling snow in front of him:
"How's the snow in Willendale?"
"It's also very beautiful, but after all, it's a little different from here."
When she said this, for some reason, Ji Dong's heart had reached its peak. But she knew she could do nothing. She was the princess of the United Kingdom of Carsenrick, and she was the future apprentice of the great witch Miss Sylvia. No matter what her identity was, she could not have a further relationship with the young knight who was walking with her in the snowy night.
Three moons, behind the clouds and mist, emitted a hazy and ambiguous light. The moonlight was a little weak, but bright enough for mortals to see.
"I... ... "
She wanted to say something at this moment, taking advantage of her last chance to say something, but in the end she couldn't open her mouth because Xia De suddenly stopped and reached out to stop Margaret.
Xia De squinted his eyes and looked forward. Twenty steps away, under the gas street lamp, a young lady holding an umbrella was looking at them with a smile.
Miss Pavo, wearing a black dress with a red bottom and a large silver book under her left arm, looked at the two people walking in the snowy night with a little admiration:
"I really can't bear to disturb you. You are so beautiful, so entangled, so passionate, so young..."
At this moment, she was not the disguised "Ms. Witt", but the real vice-president of the Truth Society, Ms. Pavo.
She left the gas lamp holding an umbrella and walked towards the two of them, her boots making rustling sounds on the snow. Her nose was slightly red, and it was obvious that she had been standing in the snow for some time:
"Young people's feelings are always so charming. Your Highness, if I were you, I would be more proactive. Aren't there often similar plots in those stories and dramas? If you don't grab his hand in time, he will soon leave you forever."
"Ma'am, who are you?"
Even though he knew Miss Pavlo very well, Shad still pretended that he was seeing her for the first time and reached for the pistol at his waist.
The sorceress smiled and shook her head, then said to the princess:
"Your Highness, I have no intention of telling you about your story, so can you please talk to me alone for a few words? Oh, do you need me to introduce myself? You should have seen me on the top floor of the banquet hall on the last night in Huntington City."
Princess Margaret immediately remembered who this was. She was a little panicked, but because she trusted Shad, she remained calm.
"Sir, if I were you, I would not take out that gun. Because I have no intention of hurting you. I just want to ask the princess a simple question."
She rested the umbrella handle on her shoulder, twirling the umbrella with one hand and holding a book with the other, and stopped under the gas street lamp closest to the two of them. In the snow, this look was strange and beautiful:
"Your Highness, I have been wanting to talk to you alone since Huntington City. But the teacher next to you..."
She looked at the young man and woman with an undiminished smile:
"She is so powerful. I admit that I cannot defeat her. Most of the time she is by your side. A few times I cannot find you. Even less often, there are too many church members around you. Oh, you probably misunderstood me. I really just want to ask you a simple question. Yes, just a question. Now, can you answer me?"