The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

"Wh... what's going on?" The fourth prince Alexander froze in place, as if he was under the petrified curse of a snake-haired witch, motionless.

He obviously followed the method written in the book, and the love poems he used were chosen after thousands of choices, absolutely 120% romantic. But why did it fail again?

The target selected this time, the difficulty of the attack is obviously not that high. No matter how you look at it, it's just a maid from an ordinary noble family. He was indifferent when a prince used his own trick.

Strange, very strange, what is going wrong? This city is really weird!

No, you can't just stand still! Failure is the mother of success, and all great winners will encounter setbacks before victory. It must be accidental, just by accident. As the fourth prince of the Slow Empire and the future Grand Duke, how could he give up like this!

He wants to fight, fight! Fight to the last minute! Like a legendary hero, persevering! The scarlet rose duel is the supreme duel, and it tests the will, faith and spirit of both parties. Only with this, he will never lose to anyone!

The next goal, the blue-haired beauty who is picking flowers in the flower shop, should have a chest combat value of over 8,000. Okay, that's her!

Looking at the agate headdress she is wearing, and the blue harp in her hand, she should be a woman proficient in music and art. According to the strategy method in the book, this type should be the easiest to be moved by passionate poetry and romantic atmosphere.

If you take a closer look, she is really beautiful and has a moving temperament, not inferior to the one who refused her confession just now.

The flowing blue hair that is the same color as the sea, the clear agate eyes, the extremely small nose, the beautiful white and slightly pink skin like a shell, especially the breast, although it is not as strong as 10,000, it is still Absolutely more than eight thousand.

Okay, here it is! Alexander, who had regained his confidence, held the bright red rose in his hand tightly, and walked towards the blue-haired woman who was picking flowers with a trace of melancholy on her face.

"Good afternoon, beautiful lady, your face is like the stars in the sky, shining on the ordinary me, let me give you the poems I wrote."

"The rose exudes the most refreshing fragrance, and the purest light of the stars flickers. Nightingale sings the beautiful night with the deepest cry. The fragrance damages my body, and the cold stars in the sky make my forehead Dim, and Nightingale’s crisp praise evoked tears in my eyes for the various destinies."

"This is not the strange melancholy of the past. Although it invades my heart back then, it tastes sweeter than honey... I hope you can make roses make me happy, the stars make my poems exciting, and nightingale's Singing pleases my heart."

Alexander's expression was melancholy and deep. He fell in love, fell in a deep love, and couldn't help himself. This was a curse that he could not get rid of, proof that he was hated by God. As long as he sees a melancholy beauty with a beautiful and stalwart chest, he can't ignore it.

He wanted to stretch out his hands to save this beautiful person, so that she would no longer be melancholy and sad. Ah, this is love.

"This poem...it seems to be a poem written by Jimenez, a poet in the age of magic in ancient humans, for someone he likes? Are you Jimenez? Do you have a transfer to a lich?" Occasionally relax and walk around the city Tina looked at Alexander, who was in petrified state again, with curious eyes.

Since the mermaid and humans live in completely different environments, there is basically no need for business. However, the mermaid tribe is a race that loves poetry and art, so every once in a while, tribes who can change their legs quietly go to the mainland to collect poetry and art.

In the sea, pearls, which are thrown on the ground by no one, can easily be exchanged for money unexpectedly by humans, so this kind of collection is basically risk-free. The mermaid clan will never forget the lost poems that mankind has forgotten due to history and war.

"This, this, I was mistaken, I was confused for a while. It's not my fault, it's because you are too beautiful. I will give you my real poem right now." Alexander already sweating profusely on his forehead. Change the subject quickly and find an older love poem. This is a love poem that even he doesn't know the author, one of his hidden super kills.

"Happy and boundless girl, how beautiful and innocent you are, I would like to give my life only for you."

"Your sweet eyes are shining like the moon; your ruddy face reveals the red light of roses."

"Pearls shine from your little mouth; and the most beautiful gems are hidden in your chest..."

"So you are not Jimenez, but Heinrich Heine? An early romantic poet in the age of ancient magic. I have read your Lorelai, remember that you did have a girl from our family Association..." Tina was very impressed with this poet. That is one of the few poets who have socialized with girls of the mermaid tribe. The girl mentioned in this poem is an messenger of the mermaid tribe.

"No, no, I'm not Kenrich Heine... I... I..." The demolition Alexander was sweating profusely.

How could such a small probability event occur? The woman who came across at the roadside flower shop was even more proficient than him in the ancient language of magic and poetry.

Even he himself doesn't know who the creator of the second poem is. And the girl in front of her knew that it was simply unrealistic!

Tina was disappointed to look at Alexander, who was pale and fled from the flower shop. She really thought that she had met a poet of the ancient magical era.

To waste her time and mood, she must punish him on behalf of the moon and the sea.

The strings of the Blue Dream moved slightly, and a string of soft notes caught up with Alexander, who had flashed far away, and then disappeared from him.

"Oh oh oh oh! So fast, so fast, so fast!" Alexander suddenly realized that he accelerated, running at least three times faster than before.

The force of a wind is supporting him, letting him fly, letting him gallop on the ground like a handsome horse.

However, in the next instant, his face completely turned cyan. Because he can't stop! And not far in front of him was a white wall.

"Wow!" He slammed into the wall with a tragic cry. And it is the face first, and the spirit of seeing death as home is comparable to any legendary hero.