In the quiet corridor, the sound of panting became more and more heavy, as if you could see the mist spewing from those shallow lips.
Instinctively resisting the voice that floated in his ears at this time... In the haze, Lancelot began to be a little unclear about the other person's appearance. Although, this appearance has actually been imprinted in his mind long ago.
What was she talking about, Eleanor of Aquitaine
There is a very familiar feeling, when the sensitivity and excitement of the whole body are about to overwhelm the rationality, it quietly crosses my heart, and then a new round of pleasure/sensation directly overwhelms it.
"The master said, since this is your life during the holidays, no matter what happens to you, we won't help you... Then, it's up to you to force out the things that stay in your body... Or if you want to, just Such surrender."
I couldn't hear anything anymore, only endless, flooding... Lancelot's whole body bowed, knees fell to the ground, and his head touched the floor.
The body trembled constantly.
Then... a dull hum sounded.
When she raised her head again, she would find that her eyes were a little clearer, and at the same time, her lips were already covered with blood and her bitten arm.
At the end when she was about to completely lose her mind, she chose to bite her arm to stimulate her mind with pain.
The method is not advisable, but obviously the effect can be regarded as immediate.
"Here... queen... signal..."
In an extremely lucid state, Lancelot struggled to utter a few words, perhaps it was just a subconscious behavior. When the endurance had exceeded the limit, and after saying these words, she fell directly to the ground.
The maid squatted down, stretched out her hands to straighten Lancelot's loose hair, and asked in a low voice, "What makes you unwilling to wake up. Even... the vacation is not over yet."
"Queen... support..."
She could vaguely hear such a voice coming from her lips when she was in a coma.
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In the early morning of June 2, 1940.
The port city in northeastern France... on this coastline, also known as the "Church on the Dunes".
As far as the eye can see, the morale is low, and the army is advancing slowly like ants.
They have consumed too much physical strength and fighting spirit in the past few days and are behind them. At this time, the imperialist tanks and chariots are like ferocious tigers.
"We can't hold out for too long... Is there hope?"
"This retreat... really wants to go home."
"If, if I can't go back, please return my relics to my hometown...my brother."
Fallen people... Fallen people along the way can be seen everywhere.
Like silhouettes crawling out of the mud, like old people at sunset, walking bent over... Their eyes are confused and frightened.
They should want to cheer up, but both mentally and physically seem to have reached their limits.
Finally, another soldier fell in the middle of the road.
In the crowd, she quickly ran to the soldier and called out eagerly: "Soldier, soldier! Sober! Clear..."
Her words didn't last too long. The other soldiers seemed to know the ending, so they moved forward silently.
"Let's go, take his sign... Forgive me, I really don't have the energy to carry his corpse, Miss Nurse."
A veteran stayed by her side for a moment and patted her on the shoulder... No one knew the true identity of this muddy military nurse.
Who would have known that such a terrible looking little nurse would be the princess of their country
The veteran finally tore off the military badge from the corpse, shook his head, and then followed the team in front. Only she was holding her body temperature, her body, which seemed to be still beating, stayed where she was...by her side The soldiers walked silently with their heads bowed.
Because time is really pressing.
"Who are you crying for, yourself, or them, Elizabeth."
When she raised her head, she saw a pair of azure blue eyes... They were not in the same bad state as them, even though they were wearing a military uniform, they were as clean as ever.
Elizabeth didn't know how she did it... This family classroom has always been so mysterious, elusive, even if she walks with the army, it seems that no one knows her existence except herself.
Like a ghost.
"He...should have been rescued, and he shouldn't have been abandoned halfway like this...they are too. But why, go through such a war?"
"Why not experience the war."
The girl looked up in disbelief, her voice trembling, "Teacher... don't you think war is right?"
She said: "Do you think it is wrong, but it is also promoting the development of civilization. It is precisely because of the desire for aggression that human beings force themselves to become stronger. Without these desires, human beings on this land , maybe they are just children living in the Garden of Eden, and they don’t have the various civilizations that are so bright... Bloody blood is the soil for planting the flowers of civilization, I should have taught you.”
The girl looked back sadly on the way of retreat, those fallen corpses, and the bad news that kept coming in during the retreat for several days... It's just that the princess who had just lost her childish eyes caught tears, helpless as if lost. Wings, a bird falling off a cliff.
"Are you hating your own weakness, Elizabeth?"
Hugging the body that was gradually losing temperature, the young princess bit her lips tightly, and the answer revealed in her eyes did not need to be explained.
"But I... I can't change anything by myself. No matter how hard I try... Really, there is no way."
But she quickly realized the reality, and she was no longer the little girl in the warm castle clamoring to learn riding strategy and fencing, and to join the war.
After a year of experience, she has already tasted the cruelty of various wars. She clearly realized how insignificant manpower is in front of the collective and war.
"Even just one person can change everything."
When the blue eyes looked towards the young princess, she even felt lost in the sea...
Forever, he will never forget the other party's voice, appearance, and gaze at this time.
"Even... just one person?"
"When you become king."
"Become... king?"
She stretched out her hand to her, and she subconsciously placed her hand in her palm, only to hear her whisper: "You, will be crowned king."
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In 53, the second day of June... In the Kingdom of Britain, in Westminster Abbey (Westminster Abbey).
The maids and guards of the palace, as well as the police of Wudu City, had no choice but to search for the trace of the great man in this church dedicated to the royal family.
In less than half an hour, the most important ceremony will start... However, that person doesn't know where he went.
Everyone's anxiety was already on their faces.
She saw all this in her eyes... Standing on the top of the tower, looking down.
She is no longer a girl, nor a girl. After more than ten years of unimaginable experience, she will finally be enthroned as king in this church.
"Didn't you come... Teacher."
The future queen was holding a book that was somewhat damaged at the corners: a French version of "Confessions".
She finally took a look at the entrance of the church, and then walked down slowly... I don't know when, that mysterious family teacher disappeared from her life... life.
But in the years of teaching, she has left too many memories.
"You, will be crowned king."
And that day, this sentence, accompanied by the words of my life.
Thirteen years later, Princess Elizabeth came to the entrance of the auditorium for the enthronement ceremony... The people inside slowly opened the door for the future queen in a splendid attire.
She looked inside, and when the light came from inside, she just saw a blank space.
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Squeak.
The sound of the door opening suddenly alarmed Her Majesty the Queen.
She was taking a nap, sitting in a corner of the sofa... and there was an old book on her lap.
The moment she woke up, seeing the maid who opened the door, Her Majesty the Queen was startled for a moment, then smiled... and didn't stand up.
She quietly sat up with an impeccable posture.
"I just had a dream." Her Majesty said softly, "It was a long dream."
"Do you still like to daydream like this, Elizabeth?" The maid also walked into the room with an impeccable smile and impeccable walking posture.
Of course... If it weren't for the fact that she was grabbing Lancelot's back collar with her hands at this time, and dragging her in like this, it would be really impeccable.
"This child, has something happened?" Her Majesty the Queen glanced at it and asked curiously.
"It's probably because my self-esteem doesn't allow me to do some shameful things, so I chose to be in a coma." You Ye said indifferently.
"This is a strong child." Her Majesty showed loving eyes.
The maid lady casually threw Lancelot on the ground, which caused Her Majesty the Queen to open her mouth slightly, and finally said with a wry smile: "It still hasn't changed at all, teacher."
You Ye looked around and said: "It seems that as a kidnapped person, your situation is not too bad."
It's not like the stone room of the monastery at the beginning... In the building of the British Parliament, probably you can't find such a bad place, right
Strictly speaking, this is a place like a study, and it is used as a special resting place for the Queen when she comes to Parliament on weekdays.
"Probably because I am considerate of a harmless old woman like me." The queen smiled, and then slowly stood up: "Would you like some tea? I made black tea."
"Do you still have this book?" The maid looked at the queen... the queen was carefully putting the book away.
Her Majesty the Queen looked down at the "Confessions", smiled and said: "Occasionally, I will open it to read it, after all, it has brought me a lot of painful memories."
The Queen quickly raised her head, stopped talking about the book, but asked curiously: "Is the male companion next to you missing?"
"He is now going through something that can make him happy." The maid said softly.
Her Majesty the Queen opened her eyes and looked at it in a daze.
After a while, the queen's gaze also became soft, "It turns out that you, teacher, have such a gentle side... You are such a lucky man. I suddenly feel a little jealous."
"So, I don't plan to waste too much time on you." The maid said indifferently: "Now tell me... You used the black card to call me, is there something for you?"
The queen slowly came to the tea table, brewed tea, and said casually: "I didn't have much time to chat in the theater before, I think... your male companion is also a tolerant person , this time, you should be willing to leave it to me... Do you want to add sugar?"
The maid narrowed her eyes, "Little Elizabeth, she seems to have grown into a bad woman."
"Then I'll just put one in, remember you only add one at a time."
Her Majesty the Queen smiled, served the black tea, and asked abruptly: "Speaking of which, the reason why the teacher came to teach me is because my father made a deal with you."
"Generally speaking, we will keep confidential the information that belongs to the customer's transaction." The maid lady sat down slowly, picked up the tea cup, and took a small sip, "Well, the technology of making tea has also improved. "
"Anyway, it's been sixty years... Teacher." Her Majesty the Queen murmured.
"It's just time for this cup of tea." The maid said abruptly.
Her Majesty smiled bitterly and said, "Still ruthless... There is indeed something I want the teacher to do. Look at my current situation..."
And at this moment, light footsteps came from outside the room, and then...the door was knocked.
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The bulletproof car slowly parked in front of the gate of the Palace of Westminster. A man in his thirties wearing a military uniform walked out of the driver's seat and opened the back door.
I saw Sir Pukins slowly walking out of the car door on the other side, and Caesar also came down.
"I'm sorry, Orphen, my boy," said the old knight, smiling.
This is obviously the officer following Mr. Prime Minister, who is the commander of [the-fianna] base... that is, the adopted son privately adopted by the old jazz.
The old jazz looked up at the parliament in front of him, and suddenly said, "Actually, I don't really like this place."
As he said that, he slowly climbed up the stairs leading to the top. At the same time, Orphen was holding two wooden boxes, and just followed behind the old jazz.
Caesar looked expressionless, looked at Sir Pukins who had already walked halfway up the steps, and suddenly said, "Pukins, do you still remember your promise?"
The Jazz turned around, smiled and said, "Of course, my uncle... How could I betray the covenant between us. Don't worry, the next activation of [Holy Grail] will fulfill your wish."
Caesar didn't speak, but followed up silently.
The old Jazz's physical strength seemed to have improved a bit, and his pace began to become faster. At this moment, a figure appeared at the end of the stairs.
Kneeling on the ground on one knee... His face was pale, as if he had suffered a serious injury, and he could even clearly see the wound on his body.
"Oh, Simpton." Sir paused, "You're back too, I know, you won't let me down."
"I met a strange person with terrifying strength. I couldn't even take a single blow." Simpton lowered his head, his voice did not fluctuate, and at the same time he raised the magic sword in his hands.
The old knight frowned, as if he had thought of something just from this simple description...
He asked Orphen to take the magic sword, and then stretched out his hand to support Simpton, "Don't worry, my knight. I will give you greater power... coming soon. Come with me."
He walked past Simpton and walked forward... After a few steps, he found that Simpton was still standing still, so the old knight turned around and smiled, beckoning, "Come on, don't stay any longer."
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ps: In fact, I wanted to update earlier, but there was a power outage at home... Fortunately, this chapter didn't lose much. Otherwise I'd give up on sleeping...