Liu Yu remained heartbroken and walked out of the hall all the way.

The music of the choir spread outside the temple, and the guarded golden knights watched her with their swords in their hands:

"Miss Fergus, you can't run around."

There were still tears on the girl's face, which looked like she had just experienced a very sad thing.

"No, I just... just stroll around."

The knights glanced at each other and apparently heard of what happened last night.

They looked at her with pity:

"Oh, of course, please."

Liu Yu took the skirt and went the other way.

There are no people in the corridors, and there are no civilians dragging their families to come to worship. The whole temple is empty as if it has just experienced a catastrophe.

Splendid frescoes of gold and blue extend all the way to the end of the corridor, and the sun, moon, stars, flowers, grass and trees, and even the crickets in the grass are chanting and yearning for the light. They prostrate on the ground, pray piously, bloom the moon, and the stars shine, and every time she sees, she can see from the full pen and ink that the whole world's almost morbid belief in the **** of light.

"Every time I see these, my mood is very bad."

A thick fog appeared in the corridor.

As the thick fog cleared, the young man with black hair in black appeared beside her.

"Oh, is it so?"

"Miss Fergus doesn't look so beautiful."

"Not so bad, not so good."

"At the end of the evening banquet, if Miss Fergus can't make your lover change his tongue, the bet is that I win." Louis leaned into her ear, "I'm looking forward to Miss Fergus personally delivering..."

"……book of."

He said ambiguously and lowly.

"I'd rather look forward to Lord Louis' psychedelics."

The girl straightened her back and refused to lose the tunnel. "Also, remind you to... your lamb."

"Natasi?"

Louis' eyebrows curled up.

"What's up with her?"

"This..." Liu Yu shrugged. "I don't know very well. However, I guess...maybe she will take a step first and come to your side."

"This is impossible!" Louis subconsciously said, "Natasi's heart is as pure as the snow lotus on the mountain."

"As you like."

Liu Yu thought about the arrangements for the evening and said, "In addition, there may be something at the dance party that needs to grieve your lamb. Please hold it down and take me away at the last minute."

"Take you...?"

Louis seemed to hear the most incredible thing, and he laughed, "Why? Dear Miss Fergus, you wouldn’t think that after I drank your blood, I became a stupid idiot who obeys your skirt. Is that right?"

"Goodbye, Miss Fergus."

After laughing, the man turned into thick fog and disappeared into the corridor.

Almost at the same time that he disappeared, a corner of the corridor walked hurriedly to a familiar beloved. He seemed to be looking for someone. When he saw her, she immediately said: "Miss Fergus, there is no manpower in the hall. Please follow me quickly. ."

"Okay, okay."

...

The worship of the Sauron royal family lasted a whole day.

In the morning, listen to the lectures of the bishop, and after lunch, go to the "Clean Pool" behind the shrine to bathe and wear; then sit around the idol, close your eyes and pray, and spend half a day later, creeping in the bishop before evening In front of the seat, accept the baptism of holy water.

"King Sauron."

A stout middle-aged man walked to the feet of Master Bruce, his hands folded:

"May God be eternal."

Liu Yu carried the tray up the steps.

The golden cups inlaid with countless red agates in the tray are filled with clear golden liquid.

Master Bruce’s hand covered with age spots picked up the cup:

"May the glory of God be with you."

The golden liquid spilled on the king's shoulders and body. Master Bruce passed the Holy Grail over again. The king watched enthusiastically and took a drink.

Liu Yu went down the stairs again with the empty "Holy Grail".

I couldn't help thinking of the smile that Master Bruce had just made.

The bishop in one of the temples laughed like a counterfeit medicine:

"Oh? Holy water, how is it possible? The royal family came so diligently, the holy pool would dry...Holy water can only be used by those who are really in need... This is a fruit juice made with golden berry. If you drink it for a long time, it is probably more ……sweet?"

Liu Yu: ...

Above the steps, King Sauron creeped down, crowned with various jewels touching the ground, and then she watched Master Bruce lift her feet up—

No shoes.

The king reverently kissed Lord Bruce's instep and...toes.

The concubines showed their envious appearances and wished to replace them. Master Bruce noticed the danger and quickly retracted his feet under his robe. The concubines showed regretful expressions.

Liu Yu glanced at Gaia subconsciously, but found that he seemed to be facing her direction, and the expression on his face was full of confusion.

It has been a long time since he came here, and there has been no "confusion" on his face.

Is he bothered by anything...

Is it because... just what she said?

Liu Yu lowered his eyes and stopped guessing.

What she didn't notice was that Maran and Prince Carlo's eyes fell on her at the same time.

Twilight is coming, and the night banquet is coming soon.

The waiters in white silk shirts and black vests were busy in the hall. The gods were rescued from the busy day. They gathered together in twos and threes and chatted. The last directors stood on the steps and clapped their hands:

"Enjoy tonight!"

Cheers for a while.

"The candidate for the opening dance, you give it to me in consultation... Oh, remind you, it must be the brightest pair in the crowd, otherwise... the directors don't do it!"

In the laughter:

"We choose...Mr. Leslie, how are you?"

"Oh, Mr. Leslie? Dazzling like a star? Of course."

The directors agreed, "What about dance partners?"

"Miss Fergus! Miss Fergus! Miss Fergus!--"

This is not a pair of long-term dance partners in etiquette class, but the opening dance candidate at a dinner party. Liu Yu and Gaia, as the "lovers" recognized by the entire academy, are really normal to be arranged to dance together--

What's more, the blonde girl in the crowd, wearing a pettiskirt with a starry blue sky, the golden wire reflects the wall lamp of the dome, and looks as dazzling as a beautiful god.

The teenager did not raise any objections, and apparently defaulted.

"Then Miss Fergus--"

"--Sorry," the blond maiden interrupted the director, with a firm determination on his face that could not be ignored. "I already have another partner, Prince Carlo."

"Oh……"

This unexpected answer apparently puzzled the directors, who looked at Gaia, "Mr. Leslie..."

Looking at the blonde girl again:

"Miss Fergus..."

"Since Miss Fergus is unwilling, I can jump with Mr. Leslie."

Princess Mary came out proudly.

She wore an unusually expensive red long dress with countless fine flashes of diamonds on her body. It looked like a fire of enthusiasm. Unfortunately, this fire was not white enough.

"Na and Natasi also want to jump with Mr. Leslie!"

Natasi said quietly.

"Just you? A civilian?" Princess Mary giggled with her fan covering her mouth. "A civilian? Dare to deliberately deliberately... Also, the despicable blood of civilians destined your greed and shamelessness. Miss Fergus and I It’s okay to grab a man. A younger sister will follow your sister..."

"Mary!"

Prince Carlo pushed away from the crowd and came out, "I jump with you."

"Brother Carlo?!" Mary looked at him in amazement. "You're not with Miss Fergus...I don't want! I want to jump with Mr. Rice..."

"I want to jump with Mr. Leslie!"

"I also want to jump with Mr. Leslie!"

Five or six goddess servants raised their hands together, and it was a mess.

Princess Mary was forced out of the door by Prince Carlo.

Blonde girl catching up with her skirt:

"Prince Carlo, I..."

Prince Carlo stopped:

"Miss Fergus, sorry."

He said, pulling Princess Mary out of the banquet hall without looking back.

The next roar.

"Oh, Miss Fergus is so pitiful that even Prince Carlo does not want her."

"Look, she looks pale, standing there, just like a little lamb just sheared, looks helpless."

The blonde girl looked at the center of the hall in a panic.

The silver-haired boy was surrounded by the goddesses, but his green lake eyes looked like she was across the crowd, and when he was about to open his mouth, the girl whimpered and ran like a wounded beast .

"Mr. Leslie!"

"Mr. Leslie!"

"Mr. Leslie!"

The teenager fell silent.

He was still quiet as usual, not much laughter, nor too cold, but the movement of the goddess caregivers came to an abrupt halt.

I don't know why. At the moment just now, they seemed to be frozen-no, more serious than that, their hearts stopped beating like they were facing a **** who would never dare to blaspheme easily.

"Mr. Leslie..."

When they recovered, the teenager had walked outside the door and disappeared at the corner.

He stepped onto the second floor without hesitation.

At the end of the promenade on the second floor was a VIP dressing room. The door of the dressing room was concealed. The boy stood by the door, and a broken and weeping voice came out.

"Why is this always the case, always this..."

"Gaia doesn't want me, even Prince Carlo doesn't want me..."

"...Yeah, I look strong, but strong people... won't you be heartbroken...oooooooo... Gaia, I hate you...I hate you..."

"...It doesn't matter, they don't want me...I don't want them..."

The teenager leaned against the wall, and in the ear was the girl's whimpering like an injury.

Just as he was about to push the door, the locker door opened from the inside.

The two met for a meeting.

The girl's red eyelids and nose can't hide her. The first reaction he sees is to cover his face:

"What are you doing?"

"Belia."

"I don't want to listen!" She blasted him rudely, "Gaia, I said, I want to forget you."

"Beliya, I jump with you."

He said.

The girl came to the stairs and stopped.

She turned around with tears on her face, but a shallow layer of hope rose in her eyes. She asked carefully:

"Is it a dance partner in etiquette class? One on one."

"No, it's tonight."

Hope to disappear.

The girl turned her head directly:

"No need, Mr. Leslie's kindness, or leave it to my sister, to Princess Mary, to those who love you."

Just as she was about to open her feet again, the voice behind her came:

"Belia, I don't quite understand it. A dance partner in a etiquette class."

"Yes, a piece of luso, a piece of bread, a flower..."

The girl ran down the stairs.

The young teenager stood quietly on the promenade, listening to her last frustrated sentence:

"Gaia, I don't need your charity."

He looked out the window.

The wind brought the damp breath of the snowy mountains, like the tears on the girl's face-he could not see it, but he seemed to touch it.