Mystery Makes Me Strong

Little John also hesitated.

But he was still very young, only 20 years old.

He didn't want to be trapped in a small village.

The key is that there is no beauty to be found.

The most beautiful one is a decent-looking village girl.

Can you expect a village of hundreds of people to have many beautiful girls?

Although there is no lack of nutrition and life is not tiring, the appearance is just average.

There are beautiful village girls, of course, but it often takes ten villages to produce a really good-looking one.

Besides, this is in the Middle Ages.

If it were modern, the village flower of a village could also dress up very beautifully.

In the Middle Ages, you can only rely on your own foundation.

Little John walked out of the valley slowly with his companions who were willing to follow him. Although their steps were tired, their eyes flashed with longing for the future.

When they appeared outside the fog, they were soon seen by patrolmen, and the pigeons passed the news of their appearance to the nearest city.

Not long after they left, the outside world had prepared a grand welcome ceremony for them.

These are some preparations Darwin made before leaving.

He asked some people to patrol outside, and if they found him coming out, they would immediately notify the nearby earl.

Of course, even if he did not make such preparations, many people had set up camps around the fog.

They would still notify.

After all, the king and the nobles valued the news in the fog very much.

They were willing to spend a lot of money.

When Little John and his companions passed the last mountain pass, the view in front of them suddenly became clear.

On a vast plain, a majestic city came into view, the city gate was open, and people stood on both sides of the road.

Their eyes were full of curiosity and awe. When Little John and his companions appeared, the crowd burst into warm cheers.

"Welcome back, heroes!" The city guards shouted loudly. They were wearing shining armor and holding spears, saluting Little John and his party.

The local kings and nobles stood at the city gate, their faces full of smiles.

The king wore a gorgeous robe and a golden crown on his head, and he sat in a four-wheeled carriage.

His eyes stayed on Little John for a while, then he got off the carriage with the help of the servants, strode forward in person, and opened his arms.

"My brave warriors, you are finally back!" The king's voice was full of excitement, "Your story has spread throughout the kingdom, you are real heroes!"

A warm current of excitement surged in Little John's heart.

He never thought that he would be welcomed so warmly.

He and his companions were surrounded by the crowd, and people presented them with flowers and praises.

As the welcoming ceremony progressed, the king announced the reward for Little John and his party.

"You will be made barons, and I will give you territories and wealth!"

Everyone was excited.

They felt that they had not come out in vain.

After all, they were also fugitives in the Middle Ages before.

Nobles and territories have a sacred aura in their eyes.

It's like someone invited to be a steward in Daxia.

They were then invited to the banquet hall in the palace.

There was a sumptuous banquet and endless wealth prepared for them.

"These are what you deserve. You have brought glory to the kingdom." The king said generously, and he ordered the servants to place boxes of gold, silver and jewelry in front of Little John and his companions.

Glittering gold coins, dazzling gems, exquisite works of art. These treasures are enough to make anyone excited.

Little John looked at these treasures and his eyes were dazzled.

Others were also very excited.

These treasures are not seen in the village.

For a moment, they all felt that it was right to leave the village.

In the village, no matter how many years, there will be no such treasures.

And some truly knowledgeable nobles looked at them with disdain, laughing in their hearts.

Little John stood in the center of the banquet hall, surrounded by magnificent decorations and dazzling chandeliers.

The nobles wore gorgeous clothes, holding crystal wine glasses in their hands, and their laughter echoed in the hall.

However, in this laughter, Little John felt an unspeakable loneliness and loss.

"Look at them, giving up the chance of immortality, but indulging in these readily available treasures." A noble in a mink coat said contemptuously.

Although his voice was not loud, it was enough for the people around to hear.

"Yes, it's ridiculous." Another noble echoed, his eyes full of disdain, "Do they really think these gold and silver jewelry can bring happiness?"

Little John's face changed slightly, he tightly grasped the wine glass in his hand, trying to stay calm. His companions also heard these ridicules, and their faces showed angry expressions.

"You don't understand," Little John finally spoke, his voice calm and firm, "What we are pursuing is not immortality, but true freedom and happiness."

When the nobles heard this, they burst into a bigger laugh.

"Freedom? Happiness? These are just the fantasies of the poor." A noble said sarcastically, "Only wealth, power, and life are the most real."

Little John heard the ridicule, but he had an indescribable feeling in his heart. Are these really what they are pursuing?

However, these nobles were soon asked to leave the banquet hall by the king's people.

Of course the king couldn't do anything to them.

This is the biggest difference between the East and the West.

Soon everyone began to compliment Little John again, making him quickly forget the ridicule of those nobles.

More and more wealth came to his eyes, and greater temptations also came quietly.

Some nobles began to approach Little John, and their words were full of temptation.

"Do you know that there are endless secrets hidden in that valley, especially longevity." A noble whispered.

His eyes flashed with greed in the light of wealth, "If you can lead us back there, we will give you more wealth, more than this!"

Little John's heart began to waver. He looked at the gold and silver jewelry, and then thought about the peaceful valley.

His heart was full of contradictions. He knew that if they led these nobles back to the valley, the tranquility there would be broken, but these wealth.

"Think about it, you can have a bigger house, more land, more beauties, now you are just a baron, but you can become a great noble in the future." The temptation of the nobles continued.

"Yes, the king can even marry the princess to you!"

"That's the most beautiful princess in the entire West!"

Soon a princess came over to dance with Little John.

Ah, the princess is so beautiful.

In the magnificent palace.

The grand ball began.

The gorgeous crystal chandelier cast a brilliant light, illuminating the entire banquet hall.

The nobles wore exquisite dresses, and their laughter and elegant music intertwined to create a dreamy atmosphere.

In the center of the dance floor, the beautiful princess, holding little John's hand, attracted everyone's attention.

Her name is Arya, and her beauty is like the brightest star in the night sky, making people unable to look away.

Princess Arya wore a sky blue dress with countless tiny diamonds on the hem, which sparkled with dazzling light with every move she made.

Her blonde hair was cleverly woven into a complex bun, and a few loose strands of hair fell on her white neck, adding a bit of softness.

Her dance was elegant and light, like a butterfly dancing among flowers.

Every turn and every jump she made was full of poetry and rhythm.

Her steps moved lightly on the dance floor, as if telling an ancient and beautiful story.

Little John watched her intently, carefully following her steps.

The band played a moving melody in a corner of the dance floor. The melodious violin, the crisp piano and the graceful flute intertwined, providing a perfect accompaniment for the dance of the princess and Little John.

The rhythm of the music changed with the princess's movements, sometimes as gentle as the spring breeze, sometimes as passionate as the waves hitting the shore.

Princess Arya danced to the rhythm of the music, and her body seemed to be integrated with the music.

Her arms swayed gently, her fingers drew a graceful arc in the air, and her eyes flashed with love and admiration for Little John, as well as curiosity.

The nobles around were completely attracted by the princess's dance, and their eyes followed her every move closely.

Some ladies showed envy and jealousy in their eyes, while the men were conquered by her beauty and elegance.

"She is a miracle," a young noble whispered to his companion, his eyes never leaving the princess.

"Yes, she is like a princess from a fairy tale," his companion replied, with a hint of awe in his voice.

Little John danced with the princess, his eyes were deeply attracted by the princess's dancing.

He looked at Princess Arya, and heard the envious voices beside him, and a feeling of pride surged in his heart.

Such a beautiful princess, he can have it!

Back then, he once stood on the street, humble as a minion, watching the princess's carriage go away.

At this moment, he remembered the tranquility and harmony in the valley, it was that magical place that gave him the opportunity to stand in front of the princess.

And he is already a noble!

He is qualified to pursue the princess!

"She looks so happy, but she can only be truly happy with me." Little John thought secretly in his heart.

He knew that although the princess had everything, her life might not be as perfect as it seemed on the surface.

Princess Arya seemed to feel Little John's gaze, and her eyes met his as she danced.

At that moment, a hint of melancholy flashed across her smile, as if she was telling him something.

As the last note of the music slowly fell, Princess Arya finished her dance with Little John.

She bowed gracefully to Little John, and then came to the edge of the dance floor with Little John.

She had a smile on her face, but there was a hint of inquiry in her eyes.

"You don't seem to like the dance here." The princess' voice was soft and pleasant.

Little John smiled slightly, and his answer was simple and sincere. "I like your dance, Your Highness. It is beautiful, but I think the real beauty lies not in the appearance, but in the heart."

Princess Arya's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. She didn't seem to expect to hear such words from a young man from a small village.

She didn't know that Little John was also born in the city, but just entered the valley, and then just came out of the valley.

She stared at Little John and nodded gently.

"Maybe you are right. I am very curious about you. Can you come to my bedroom at night and talk about the valley?" she said softly.

After that, she smiled at Little John, turned and left the dance floor, leaving behind an incomparable temptation.

…………

It was late at night, and Little John was sitting alone in the room.

In front of him was the wealth he had obtained during the day.

His eyes were staring at the stars in the night sky through the window. He thought of the people in the valley. Although their lives were simple, they were full of tranquility and happiness.

But he soon thought of the beautiful princess again.

That was something he had never seen before.

The fragrance, fair skin, and black hair.

All were beauties he had never seen before.

"I should go find the princess." Little John murmured to himself, and the struggle in his heart became much smaller for a while.

"The princess is waiting for me."

A 20-year-old young man, you let him resist the beautiful princess, the king behind him, the huge land, and the glory.

That is difficult to do.

Immortality is an ability that can only be discovered in importance decades later.

And the princess is tonight.

Only modern people, as well as emperors, who have developed enough information, understand that if there is immortality, what princess does not have?

And this medieval boy has no such awareness at all.

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In the depths of the palace, in Princess Arya's room, the soft candlelight swayed, reflecting her delicate face.

Little John stood in front of her, his eyes flashing with complex light. The beauty and elegance of the princess made him heartbeat.

But for some reason, suddenly, there was a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

"Little John, are you really unwilling to help me?" Princess Arya's voice was soft and seductive, and her eyes were full of expectations. "The secret of that valley is very important to us."

Little John struggled in his heart.

He knew that the secret of the valley was the treasure of the villagers and their umbrella of protection. However, facing the princess's request, he found it difficult to refuse.

"I don't know." There was a hint of hesitation in Little John's voice.

Princess Arya walked gently to his side, and her fingers gently touched his cheek.

"You can help me, and you can help the whole kingdom. Think about it, if we can master that secret, we can do more, we can have a huge kingdom."

Little John's heartbeat quickened, and he felt himself attracted by the princess's charm. Finally, under the princess's temptation, he agreed.

Little John returned to his companions, his heart full of contradictions. He knew that his decision might bring disaster to the valley, but he also believed that he could control the situation.

"We must go back and find a way into the valley." Little John said to his companions, with a hint of determination in his voice.

His companions looked at him in shock, they couldn't believe that Little John would make such a decision. However, they also knew that Little John must have his reasons.

"Okay, we believe you." Tom finally said, with a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.

However, just as they were about to leave, a figure appeared in front of them.

It was the wise man, with a serious expression on his face.

"Little John, you can't do this." The wise man's voice was low and powerful, "You know, this will bring disaster."

Little John's face changed, he tried to explain, but the wise man's eyes were full of disappointment.

"You have been tempted, Little John." The wise man shook his head, "You are no longer that innocent child."

Then he touched his head with his hand, and a mist poured into his brain.

Little John's heart suddenly surged with a strong sense of guilt, he knew he had made a mistake. He looked at the wise man, his eyes were full of tears.

"I know, I was wrong." Little John's voice choked, "but I must make up for this mistake."

A trace of sadness flashed in the wise man's eyes.

He knew that Little John was dead.

To be fair, he didn't want to kill people.

But for the guardian spirit and for the valley, he had to do this.

"Then, you must make a sacrifice." There was a hint of determination in the wise man's voice.

Little John nodded, his heart was full of determination.

He knew that he had to pay the price for his mistakes.

On the dance floor of the palace, Princess Arya danced again.

Suddenly, the music stopped, and Little John appeared in the center of the dance floor. He held a dagger in his hand, and his eyes were full of determination.

"I can't betray my homeland." Little John's voice echoed in the silent hall, "I have to make a choice."

Princess Arya's face was pale, and she looked at Little John, her eyes full of shock and fear.

"No, you can't do this!" she shouted.

But it was too late. Little John stabbed the dagger into his chest, with a smile on his face.

"Forgive me, princess." He whispered, and then fell to the ground.

Princess Arya rushed to his side, her tears like broken pearls, falling on Little John's face.

"Why? Why did you do this?" She cried.

A glimmer of calmness flashed in Little John's eyes, and his voice was weak and firm.

"Because. I love my home."

As he finished speaking, his eyes closed forever.