Female Knight and Male Princess

He woke up from the deep darkness, it seemed that a second had passed, and it seemed that a long time had passed. When he was fully conscious, Kirk found himself lying in a quiet room. He held his groggy head and staggered open the door.

"Sir, are you awake?" The young man who happened to be passing by smiled in surprise, "This is really great. The boss said that if you don't wake up again, you have to see a doctor."

"Where is this? You are..."

"My name is John, and I'm the guy from this hotel." John grinned.

"The hotel?" Kirk's memory didn't have any image of coming to the hotel. He remembered that he accidentally revealed his identity before going to Constantine, and then chased and ran away. He fled into a forest, and his memories became blurred.

"Someone sent you here." Seeing Kirk's face full of confusion, John explained, "It's a young swordsman. He said that he found you in a coma in the forest and rescued you."

"Did he say, what is his name?"

"It's a pity, sir." John shrugged. "The swordsman left soon, and told us to go to the doctor if you never wake up. Oh, yes, he paid for the room. He too. Really a kind person, isn't it?"

Kirk nodded absent-mindedly, not knowing why, he always found the facts described by John a bit strange. What did you encounter in the forest? Why can't I remember what happened afterwards anyway? What about those who chase him? Could it be that the mysterious swordsman saved himself from the desperadoes?

But the more Kirk tried to think and recall, the more chaotic his thinking became. He knocked his forehead angrily: "Damn it."

"Sir, what's the matter with you?" John asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable in any way?"

"No, I'm fine." Kirk concluded that the person who saved him should have nothing to do with the Kingdom of Herron, otherwise he would definitely be tied to the carriage going north. "As long as it has nothing to do with them..." Kirk murmured, "Is this Constantine? John."

"Yes, sir."

Constantine, after some twists and turns, he still came to this place. Kirk looked at the beautiful mountain scenery outside the window, so stay here. Find a remote place hidden in the mountains and carry that secret with you until death.

"He has entered the mountain." The stern-faced swordsman knelt on one knee, "planning to live in seclusion in the mountains."

"I see, Lance, you go back first." On the chair above, there was a man wrapped in black robe. He turned his face sideways, his face hidden in the deep shadow, but his voice was strangely clear and soft.

"My lord, just let that man go?" Garcia asked Lance as he walked out of the hall.

"Our goal was originally not him. If you accidentally fall into the trapped bird, why bother to kill him." The black-robed man sneered, "Besides, the West Continent is in a mess now, let that guy It’s fun to add another fire."

"My lord, the secret he said about the saint is really just that?" Garcia asked tentatively. "That's not a secret, it's worth fighting."

"How did I tell you? Garcia." The black-robed man walked off the platform step by step.

"You tell me that the guy named Kirk accidentally knew that, except for the first generation of saints and the current saints, all of West's saints are fake."

"Then what do you think?" The black-robed man was getting closer and closer to Garcia.

"This is not a useful secret. You are the son of darkness, and the son of darkness was born with the saint. The son of darkness had not been born before, and the saint claimed by the pretentious guys in West is naturally fake. "

"You're right, Garcia." The black-robed man stood in front of Garcia. "I am the son of darkness. I am the only person who can open the dark forest. I am Murphy's spokesperson in the world." His voice suddenly rose. "Then you, dare to question my decision!"

With this angry shout, a gust of wind rose out of thin air in the hall. The cold breath curled up towards Garcia, and his hair and robes fluttered messily in the gust of wind. Garcia managed to maintain his figure so that he would not be staggered by the wind. But strangely, the black-robed man standing in front of Garcia seemed completely unaffected. He stayed still, staring at Garcia coldly.

"My lord, please forgive me for my rudeness." Garcia knelt down in a hurry, and this famous dark Count of Murphy Continent worshipped the black-robed man wholeheartedly. This is the power of the Son of Darkness, and Garcia is ecstatic. He searched for more than two decades, and finally found the person described in Grayer's manuscript that could make the whole West tremble.

The black-robed man raised his hand slightly, and the wind stopped immediately: "You don't know the people of West, the saint is like a spiritual pillar to them. The same rumors have been spreading, right now. It's a good time to make their hearts turbulent. Didn't the guy named Kirk say that someone is chasing him for that secret. As for spreading the secret, we still have to kill him. Heh, we'll just wait and see. enough."

The black-robed man lifted the hood of his robe, and a beam of moonlight was shining on his face. He was blond and blue-eyed, with a handsome face, and he was the Charles who used to walk with Lan Weiwei and the others. Charles was smiling, his smile was not as gentle as usual, but with an unspeakable coldness: "After all, I have lived in West for more than 20 years. Watching it go to destruction step by step. Something amazing?"

"Follow your orders." Garcia replied respectfully, "The saint and her party have arrived at Fort Lehigh, and they will go to sea in a few days. When they arrive at Murphy, shall we act immediately?"

"They probably won't let us find it easily. The magic pendant I left on the man from another world before is getting weaker and weaker, and it can't track them anymore." Shire tapped the armrest of the chair lightly. "But it doesn't matter, as long as they reach Murphy, they will be found sooner or later." He squinted at Garcia, "Remember, I want the saint intact."

As if thinking of something pleasant, Charles gave a bloodthirsty smile: "Then, take her through the dark jungle. In front of the Westers, kill their redemption."

"O...O..." A group of seagulls hovered through the sky. The sky by the sea was tile-blue. Compared with the deep sea, it was clear and calm. As Matthew said, voyages at sea during the sweltering heat are like a penance. The passengers are lying listlessly in the cabin, no one is noisy, and even the voice of conversation sounds weak.

Lan Weiwei was wearing a linen dress, and the exposed skin was all coated with unknown fat. This turned her complexion into honey, and she looked like a girl who was exposed to the scorching sun all year round. Like her, fellow colleagues Taylor, Orville, and Vincent were all coated with that kind of butter. Taylor and Vincent’s blonde hair was dyed dark brown, and they were paired with gray clothes to make The high-cold temperament of Princess Princess was greatly reduced.

They were on a ship going to Murphy Mainland at this time, which was a merchant ship full of cargo. Due to the enmity that has lasted for a hundred years, Westland and Murphy have never been in contact with each other. From the port of Fort Lihai to the Murphy Continent, only merchants from the Lannu Continent. They purchase a variety of specialty products in West and ship them to Murphy Mainland by sea. The price difference between them is ridiculously high.

After all, for the barren Murphy continent, West has many things they desperately need. However, the long voyage from Lannu mainland is too long, which is not only costly, but also not conducive to the preservation of some fresh fruits and vegetables. The Lannu continent, which has always held a neutral stance, is happy to earn such benefits between the two lands.

This kind of buying and selling is illegal in West, but it can't stand the wealth of people's hearts, and the empire has repeatedly banned it. In addition to Westland’s suppression, after the goods are shipped to Murphy’s land, there will also be a period of dangerous ups and downs. The inhabitants of Murphy Mainland, known as barbarians, are not pure people who don't deserve their name. How many Lannu people who went to Murphy mainland to do business died there is long untestable.

For various practical reasons, the only legitimate reason to go to Murphy Continent is to pretend to be merchants from Lannu Continent. Among them, merchants from the Mindasu Federation are the most common in Murphy. Because they are located next to the hot Gobi, most of the Mindasu people have dark complexion and dark brown and black hair. This is also the reason why Lan Weiwei and the others dress up like this.

Before departure, Orville had determined that everyone's whereabouts had not been leaked out. But the six-person team was too conspicuous, especially since there was a woman and a child inside. Orville suggested that everyone should be divided into two teams, communicate with each other by sending paper cranes, and go to Murphy separately.

Taylor is naturally the key protection object. To be honest, Lan Weiwei thought Orville would ask herself and Taylor to act separately. After all, he is the weakest of all, and Tyler will only divide his heart. But contrary to her expectations, Orville did not object when Taylor proposed that Lan Weiwei must be with herself.

Originally a three-person group was the best. Because of the addition of Lan Weiwei with Tyler, Orville could not protect the two of them by himself, so Vincent could only be with them. Matthew took Arthur with him on another boat that set off later.

Galinburg, where the Altar of the Abyss is located, is not too far from the sea. If everything goes well, it will be there in about half a month. It was this premise that made Lan Weiwei very nervous.

They have been sailing for five days, half of the voyage has passed, and they are getting closer and closer to the mainland of Murphy. After leaving West, no one mentioned the rumors.

As long as that altar is destroyed, the lie that the saint is a fake will naturally break down. Everyone probably thought so, Lan Weiwei couldn't help biting her lip.

Will we succeed? She doesn't know, but everyone understands that once it fails, what awaits that piece of land will be forever.

The author has something to say: I am considering what kind of short story to open after the end of the welfare. During the period of the severe crackdown, I can't write the piao article (.>︿<)＿

Ahhhh, I need a lot of meat! ! ! ˋ（°▽、°）