Uh...ah..."
The woman in the coffin opened her pale lips slightly and let out a low moan. It seemed that she had not spoken for a long time. Her voice was hoarse and stiff. Her blue eyes that gradually widened seemed to have lost focus. It took a long time to get used to it, and it regained its sparkling color. All signs indicate that this woman has been sleeping for a long time.
As if sorting out the scattered fragments in her mind, she lay there for several minutes before slowly moving, as if she wanted to sit up. Unfortunately, her body that had just woken up was too stiff, and her upper body was only bent a little. With a small arc, she lay down again with a "pop" sound. After trying this several times, she successfully sat up.
Huh……?
I have to say that this woman is quite beautiful. Although she cannot compare with my Sarah, her round oval face exudes sophistication and elegance, mixed with her slender and plump figure, and her baby-like snow-white skin. But it also has a unique mature charm. The snow-white robe she was wearing had no wrinkles, which showed that she must have been carefully protected inside it before she "sleeped". However, according to the customs of the Dark Continent, this kind of white robe is usually reserved for those who are about to be buried. What the deceased was wearing, could it be that she was mistaken for the deceased at that time? But why in the holiest of prayer halls? And slept for so long? Who is she?
I looked at her carefully. She was about thirty years old, with beautiful appearance, good posture, and the noble temperament revealed in every move. Everything was in line with the image of a perfect lady, uh... However, according to the age of the Dark Continent. With an appearance of about thirty years old, his real age should be forty or fifty. If he is a strong man with power, he may be much older. Just look at the old woman Kasha who refuses to recognize her age... No. No, age or something. It doesn't matter, the most important thing is who is she and why is she here?
After "Sleeping Lady" sat up, she seemed to notice the movement behind her. She turned back bit by bit and looked at me standing on the cross behind her with confused eyes. Her slow and stiff movements made her look like a machine that had not been started for decades.
I didn't avoid her eyes, or in other words, I was always hoping that she would do something. So that I can observe more clues and information to complete the curiosity and doubts that are constantly rolling in my mind.
"..."
Her mouth moved. She seemed to have said something, but because she had not spoken for so long, only some syllables of unknown meaning came out of her throat. She lowered her head blankly and kept mumbling in her mouth. It seemed that she was trying to find the feeling to speak. After a while, she raised her head again as if she had confidence. Looking at me with dull eyes, although the words coming out of my small mouth are still seriously out of tune, like a foreigner with a big tongue explaining in jerky Mandarin, it does not prevent me from hearing the meaning...
"Can...save...my...husband...?"
"..." I was hit...
Although I don’t have any intentions towards the beautiful woman in front of me, generally speaking, when encountering this kind of incident that almost only occurs at the beginning of romance novels, as long as you are a man, you will have more or less expectations... So, when I heard those words as soon as I opened my mouth, it really made me feel a little bit different. The falling flower was intentional. Before my flower fell, she was so wet that she became ruthless...
"Madam, can you make it clearer? It would be best if you could start from the beginning, for example, your name and why you are here...?"
I could only smile weakly at the other party's nonsensical plea. Before asking others for help, I should at least explain the whole matter clearly.
"Yes...I'm sorry..."
Her expression looked very troubled, and it seemed that she still couldn't sort out what was in her mind. Since she was still sitting in the "coffin", she could only lower her head to apologize. Even so, only famous nobles The elegance she showed off can also make people fully feel the sincerity contained in it. It seems that she was indeed a noble lady with a high status in the past.
"My name is Maggie Yeris..."
"Hello, Mrs. Yeris, it is my honor to meet such a beautiful lady, Druid Wu Fan."
I gave a gentle salute as a man. Now I am more or less familiar with the etiquette in the dark world, although most of them were learned from the heroic novels told by Sarah...
She seemed a little confused about the name Mrs. Yerris. She had been sleeping for so long, and it was normal for her to feel like she was in another world. However, she seemed to have seen this name somewhere. Hey, why do I always feel a sense of loss recently? What about the feeling of forgetting three things and forgetting four things?
Mrs. Yerris supported her body with her hands, her body slightly a little
She stood up awkwardly, and then carefully jumped off the stage. Even though she did this, it was very pleasing to the eye when she did it. Of course, when I made the evaluation, I never thought that a polite gentleman would be honored to lend a helping hand. Obviously, this fake gentleman like me was just observing silently. That’s all.
"This is... the prayer hall of the cathedral?"
Mrs. Yerris didn't seem to blame me for my lack of etiquette. After getting down to earth, she looked around with her dull eyes, showing a thoughtful expression.
"Let's talk as we walk."
She looked at me, said a little stiffly, and then took the lead.
"as you wish."
I am also very curious about her husband. She must have been asleep for a long time. So, is her husband really still alive? He has an unnatural smell. What went wrong?
Is it the attitude? ! By the way, she had always looked sluggish from the beginning, like a puppet, but thinking that she had slept for so long, it was naturally impossible for her to recover so quickly, and I felt relieved.
However, I still stopped in front of her.
"Mrs. Yeris, I can feel your anxiety, but the road ahead is dangerous, so let me clear the way for you."
"Danger, this is a cathedral, is there any danger?" She looked at me blankly.
"..."
I said, which era did you run away from...
"Can I take the liberty of asking, what is your husband's name?" I asked just in case.
"Alexander Erqiton..." She still answered with that lifeless expression.
With a "pop" sound, I almost couldn't swallow my breath. My mind quickly recalled the biography I saw in the secret room of the military camp a few days ago. No wonder her name seemed a bit familiar - didn't it appear in that biography? Have you heard the name dozens of times?
"Commander of the Second Legion of the Holy Light Crusade, Alexander Erqiton?"
I asked again unsurely.
"Yes, he is my husband!"
She looked at me firmly and forcefully, with a hint of pride finally showing on her stiff, pretty face.
My heart was rolling violently, and I never thought that the person I was entrusted to rescue now turned out to be the big shot I saw in the biography a few days ago. However, the most important thing is that Alexander Erchton is not in the forces of hell. Invading characters from a previous era? It must have been at least several thousand years ago! If what Mrs. Yerris is talking about, his wife, is true, then she has also been sleeping for thousands of years. Is this possible? And according to the records in the biography, wasn't she killed by her husband himself? Why does it appear here...?
Countless questions swelled in my mind, almost bursting into tears. Uh, no, I'm afraid even if Holmes is possessed, I can't figure out why.
I suppressed all the questions for the time being and chatted with her sentence by sentence. Of course, I would not forget to reveal some information to her. When she knew that thousands of years had passed since her time, and not long after her death, , the forces of hell began to fully invade the entire Dark Continent. Now that it was in danger, a trace of surprise finally appeared on the dull face.
"Does Mrs. Yeris still remember what happened before she fell asleep, and why she is here?" I probed cautiously.
"..."
I was stunned for a while, and the sadness that flashed in her eyes could not escape my eyes. It seemed that what was said in the biography was probably true. However, she finally shook her head and denied it, using the facts I just stated as a reason. Refuse to answer - Thousands of years have passed, and many things have been blurred...
"So, thousands of years have passed, is Lord Alexander really still there?"
While trying not to irritate her, I asked another question. Since you want my help, you should also tell me these most basic questions. Otherwise, what if you run over so hard and only find a skeleton?
"Yes, I'm sure, because even in my deep sleep, I can still hear his sad cry, so please, please save him..."
Hearing her words, a shiver ran through my body. What a supernatural conversation. Why did I have a bad premonition?
Under the leadership of Mrs. Yerris, we eliminated several groups of monsters along the way. Seeing that the sacred cathedral in the past was actually filled with evil and ugly hell creatures, she finally completely believed what I just said. There was no other way. When she was killed, the forces of hell had not yet invaded in large numbers. Naturally, they would not easily accept that "a monastery guarded by millions of powerful warriors in the era of powerful theocracy" would be destroyed in just a few hundred years. Defeated by the forces of hell.
