Female Knight and Male Princess

Tick, tick, tick...

I don't know where the water seeped from, slowly dripping to the ground along the cracks in the bricks of the dungeon wall. In the dark, human hearing is often very acute. Such a small sound was heard in Lan Weiwei's ears, but it was like a chronograph pointer, without splashing that little water, Lan Weiwei's heart jumped.

Taylor has been away for a long time, and the sun is not visible in the dungeon, and there is no way to judge the specific passage of time. But the guard who delivered the food has come in twice, so it means that the day is about to pass.

Lan Weiwei tried her best not to guess why Taylor was so late. She drove away all the unknown thoughts in her mind and tried her best to outline some happy pictures.

Think about those sweet memories before, think about what she and Taylor had discussed, the life after returning home... Frame after frame flashed by, and on every fragment, there was the boy's face.

This couldn't help but make Lan Weiwei sadder. "Taylor..." She found that her eyes were already full of tears, but the girl had been holding back, making her whole face aching.

Wow, the iron lock on the prison door made a crisp sound. Lan Weiwei seemed to be awakened from a dream, she stood up suddenly, subconsciously about to rush to the door, but suddenly stopped.

The iron gate was slowly pushed open, what was waiting for her? Is it an intact Taylor? Or is it the bad news she least wants to think of?

A wind lantern first appeared in front of Lan Weiwei, and then the guard carrying the lantern. The guard turned sideways, revealing Tyler standing behind him.

"Taylor!" The immense joy and touch hit Lan Weiwei, she threw herself into Tyler's arms without hesitation, and tears burst into her eyes for an instant.

Taylor did not speak, he hugged Lan Weiwei backhand, and the girl held him tightly, shaking like a leaf in the wind.

After a while, Lan Weiwei felt that she could calm down. She wiped the tears on her face casually: "Are you okay? Are you not injured?"

"I'm fine." Taylor wanted to be a little lighter, but all he squeezed out was a bitter smile.

"Where did they... take you?"

In the dark dungeon, Taylor could not see Lan Weiwei’s expression, but he could feel the girl’s anxious and worried gaze projected on him, she cared about herself wholeheartedly, and herself... what Charles said during a secret conversation with him could not help. It came to Taylor's mind again.

Listening to Charles finished talking about the contents recorded in the third part of the manuscript, Taylor was already stunned. He is not an uncomfortable person, but the development of things has completely deviated from all the existing tracks. The truth was so horrible, his eyes turned black from time to time, and he could only hold on to the pillar beside him to prevent himself from falling.

He had never forgotten Morris' words when he left Yuta Mountain. "Please be careful, the man who fell from the sky." The old man's expression was extremely solemn.

Who is the man who fell from the sky in this sentence?

And the black-haired man without a name that appeared in Greer's manuscript, as well as Ron, the first-generation warrior of the outside world, who strangely left only a few vague records. All the clues that had puzzled him were finally unveiled.

"This is destiny." Charles smiled with an indescribable sadness, "I have two choices, the soul is completely swallowed by the dark power, or I am liberated. I chose the latter, so you are left. One option is to kill me."

"...Why do I think I will listen to you obediently?" Tyler looked at Charles coldly.

"You have no room to retreat, Tyler. If you say no, I also have a way to make you submit."

The two suddenly fell silent, and the needle fell in the silent hall, and even the sound of breathing seemed to be echoing. For a long time, Taylor actually laughed. At first it was a low chuckle, he smiled and gradually turned into a big laugh. The cold walls all around responded to him, but they seemed to laugh silently.

Charles stood by, his face blank, his eyes looked at Tyler with compassion that he didn't even notice.

"Charle, you were wrong." Taylor's laughter slowly stopped. "In the beginning, you were wrong."

"What?" Charles frowned.

"Don't you think about it, why only brave men from another world can destroy the altar of the abyss?"

Charles pondered for a moment: "According to the manuscript, the altar of the abyss is the source of power for the children of darkness. It is equivalent to a passage. One end is the son of darkness, and the other is the most powerful force in the world. No one can compete with it. ."

"Such a powerful force, but it will be destroyed by ordinary people summoned from another world. Haven't you thought about why?"

Charles did consider this issue. Ron, the first-generation brave, had neither profound mana nor outstanding force. As Taylor said, just an ordinary person. Could the son of darkness with the strongest strength be unable to defeat such a person? But he was puzzled, and he could only blame it on another rule made by the gods.

"Do you know the reason?"

"Before today, I didn't know yet." Tyler snorted coldly, "but now, I think I guessed it well." The confusion and shock when he learned the truth disappeared from him, and he became the proud man again. Princess, "I'm afraid you don't know. People from other worlds don't have any magical fluctuations in their bodies. They cannot learn magic and are immune to all magic. In other words, it is equivalent to a human shield that can block the effects of magic."

"It's impossible. When Hilde chased you down, you used magic more than once."

"Heh, I didn't lie to you." Taylor lifted up a strand of blonde hair on his cheek, "because I am not a brave from another world at all."

Hearing Tyler's words, Charles was just confused at first, but suddenly, he suddenly thought of a thought: "Could it be...!"

The smile on Taylor's face was simply malicious, and he held his head slightly upright: "The saint of the Empire of Ambrecht, this is the princess."

"You are a man!" Charles was obviously a little gagged.

"The dark son of Murphy continent can grow up in West. Why can't the saint of West continent be a man?"

"This, this is really..." Shire laughed half helplessly and half suddenly, "It turns out that I turned around, but I will eventually fall on Weiwei."

"Vivi does not have any magic fluctuations. According to our guess, Ron should be in a similar situation. Have you seen him describe Ron's use of magic in Greer's manuscript? I am afraid not. A human shield that can block all magic. Isn't it the only magic weapon that destroys the power channel of the Abyss Altar?"

Char's expression is very subtle: "This, probably is destiny." He looked at Taylor, "Unexpectedly, you didn't hide it forever. I thought you could do anything for the sake of Vivi."

The look in the young man's eyes seemed to hurt Tyler, his chest was so angry that he couldn't help but sarcastically said, "You are the least qualified to say these things to me, Charles."

"...You're right." Charles couldn't help but think of the girl who was always smiling. He approached her deliberately with an unpredictable intention, step by step, until the last moment.

These are not important, Charles told himself in his heart over and over again, whether it was cheating or killing, he couldn't stop. The sole purpose of such an effort is to seek the chance of death. He didn't do it for a high-sounding reason like Westland's peace and tranquility. Charles had long understood that he just didn't want to be manipulated.

Even if it is a god, I will never submit.

But it still hurts after all, Charles thought helplessly.

"Is this really good?" He was asking Tyler and himself.

Taylor didn't answer him. The young man looked at the ceiling of the hall, and the complicated patterns on it were like their entangled fate.

"Promise me one thing, Charles." He stared at Charles deeply, "Promise me, I will help you fulfill your wish and completely destroy you."

The memories came to an abrupt end here, and those fragments flashed through my mind, but it was only a momentary thing.

"Taylor?" Because Lan Weiwei had just cried, her questioning voice looked dull.

"They, told me something." Taylor heard his own answer, his voice calm and indifferent, it seemed that he was just invited to have afternoon tea.

"Don't talk about it, okay? Weiwei." The young man tightly wrapped Lan Weiwei's arm again, his strength was not strong, but there was a panic lingering.

"Okay." Lan Weiwei replied softly. She gently nudged Taylor's chest, nestled in Taylor's arms intimately and quietly, like a baby bird perching in a nest. In this quiet dungeon, I don't feel cold and helpless either.

Something must have happened. Although Taylor tried his best to behave as usual, Lan Weiwei felt that his attitude was weird.

It doesn't matter, when Taylor wants to speak, he will naturally tell himself. At this moment, Lan Weiwei just wanted to hug the young man quietly, without considering the cumbersome world outside.

"Vivi..." I don't know how long he hugged, and Taylor finally spoke. His voice sounded astringent, with a sense of hesitation and cessation.

"Huh?" Lan Weiwei raised her head, they couldn't see each other. But the girl knew that Taylor was looking at herself, with those bright red pupils.

"sorry."

She heard Taylor say three words in a low voice, and her voice was muffled.

"Taylor, what are you talking about?" Lan Weiwei wanted to get closer to Tyler so that she could hear him clearly. Then, she only felt a pain in the back of her neck, and she didn't know anything.

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