"This is the first time I've seen Dawn Knight express his dislike for a person so obviously." Mo Yuankai said, "After all, she has a good temper."
Orianna said in shock: "Is she good-tempered?"
"A person who can get along peacefully with Ate without losing his temper must have a good temper."
Orianna remembered that she was so angry that someone hit her yesterday, and she couldn't help but admit: "There is a certain truth..."
Knights in white armor came and went in the headquarters, and many people greeted the two warmly when they saw them. Orianna smiled in return and heard Mo Yuankai ask: "So what did the prince do back then?"
Orianna took him into her private office, and when no one was listening, she said in a low voice: "A very despicable... I even want to say, a shameful thing."
Mo Yuankai listened quietly.
"Let's start with Jane... I know you only have a bad impression of her, Mr. Mo. But in the hearts of all of us, she was once a sunny and outgoing girl, a hard-working and upright knight. Two years ago, the knight Ai Landia therefore recognized Jane and agreed to have her as his follower. At that time, she was not yet a manifestation envoy..."
The Knight of Dawn has very strict requirements on conduct, and Jane Diela, who she recognized, must have been a really good person at that time. But Mo Yuankai knew that there was a hateful "but" in many stories. This word not only made good things turn bad, but sometimes it didn't make bad things turn good.
"However, this new job has brought too much terrible pressure to her." Orianna said sadly, "Not everyone likes Alandia, and many people dare not criticize her face to face. Daring to point fingers behind her back, some of that malice fell on her entourage. So Jane became more and more anxious, and at this moment..."
"Prince Charlie showed up?" Mo Yuankai guessed.
"As you said, he is an indiscreet person who is good at rhetoric, has a high position, and has a good skin. You know that such a person is poison to many girls." Orianna's expression was extremely disgusted. , "He once pursued the knight Arlandia, but was rejected unceremoniously. But he didn't intend to give up just like that. He thought of a new way...Prince Charlie approached Jane with dirty intentions."
Mo Yuankai was shocked and said: "He deceived other girls' feelings and used this as a springboard to get close to the Dawn Knight? Can a person live such a shameless life?"
Orianna shook her head in frustration: "Each of us reminded Jane, but...she didn't want to believe it...she was completely immersed in that beautiful dream. During that time, she often told us how good Prince Charlie was. A gentleman, she believes they will get married soon, and she wants to introduce her future husband to Airandia to help them resolve conflicts caused by misunderstandings in the past."
And even the poor people in the East District knew that a prince would never marry a knight.
She hesitated for a moment, made up her mind, and said: "Finally, Airandia took radical action. She appeared when the two were dating, asked Prince Charlie to leave in a strong manner, and said to Jane in front of him : 'Knight Jane, this person does not love you, he only uses you as a prop to satisfy his own desires. For the sake of your safety and future, you should stay away from this despicable person as much as possible.'"
Orianna pinched her fingertips with her nails, her voice filled with sadness.
"That day I saw for the first time the way human dreams are shattered. It's like an invisible glass bead shattering in the eyes. You can't hear the sound, but you can feel the fragments pricking into your eyes, turning the fantasy into tears mixed with pain. fall.
Jane almost collapsed... She screamed that Airandia was jealous of her and was so vicious because she didn't want to see her happy... She said many unpleasant things. "
Orianna seemed to be about to cry, so Mo Yuankai silently handed over a tissue. She wiped the corners of her eyes and said: "After some time, Jane came to apologize to Arlandia. Of course the Dawn Knight forgave her... We all comforted her... But I vaguely felt that she had Changed. I don’t want to believe it…I don’t want to believe it.”
Even you noticed it, how could the Dawn Knight not know? That smart woman must have noticed it earlier than the dull Orianna, but she didn't say anything... Is she also someone who misses old feelings? Does she also feel guilty about her entourage? Or is she unwilling to let her friends leave her side due to changes in her mentality?
None of this is known, but Jane did something wrong in the end and was punished for her mistakes.
Mo Yuankai felt very depressed because everyone's lives were affected just because of one evil person. This is his most annoying story.
"I regret it. I should have beaten him up myself."
"He is the prince." Orianna said helplessly.
A prince is a prince, he has dealt with everyone from the Hezhong Empire, and he is no less of a loser.
Mo Yuankai shook his head: "It's really messy for such a person to be the prince."
Orianna reminded him in a low voice that this was a topic that knights should not talk about. Mo Yuankai stopped talking and did not mention it again. On the way to the studio, he thought that some underlying evils are difficult to change. With Jackson and Gray Jewel in front of them, any senior executive with a sense of responsibility would be worried about the inheritance of the kingdom.
Mo Yuankai and Orianna walked away. They didn't realize that a young man in black clothes was following them not far away. Jane Diela stood beside the Hidden Law Lord and heard their conversation clearly.
"They won't mention you next." Lord Yinlu turned around, "Do you want to go to the museum or to the so-called prince?"
Jane stood there, eyes blank. She didn't say anything until the Lord of Darkness patted her shoulder impatiently.
"It's okay." Jane murmured, "It doesn't matter."
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White doves flapped their wings and flew from the roof to the square in front of the church. The old man on the bench dropped a handful of grain, leading the birds to peck at it. Exotic tourists crowded into the best spots and took selfies with their mobile phones. Behind them was the blue dome of St. George's Cathedral. A group of knights in white armor walked through the middle of the square. The clear sky was as blue as the roof of the church, and the scene was leisurely and peaceful.
Gongsun Ce and Alandia walked side by side on the streets of Blue Church District, feeling like they had walked into a painting.
The official name of the city is actually George District, named after a famous saint in the kingdom's history. However, the locals are accustomed to calling it the Blue Church, because in the era when the myth of the heavenly wheel was still popular, many churches with blue roofs and stained glass windows were built here. Nowadays, pious faith is long gone. Most of the priests are counting on tourists to buy some souvenirs to make money. In their spare time, they tell the children nearby about the glorious past of Holy King Morton.
While Gongsun Ce was taking pictures of the church with his mobile phone, he said, "You originally wanted to come to the museum."
"Why?" Alandia asked.
"You mentioned the museum when you parted ways with eldest brother and Orianna. I don't believe you thought of the current development at that time. The information was simply not enough. So you originally planned to come here to do something... or to investigate. Order something.”
"Correct." Dawn Knight nodded, "You gradually found the trick, Mr. Gongsun."
Gongsun Ce wiped his nose and said proudly: "You don't even know who I am!"
The Merton Museum is just five minutes away from St George's Cathedral. The two passed through the crowd of tourists and soon saw the iconic main entrance of the museum. Stone pillars supported the wide white stone roof. The shape was simple and solemn, just like a temple.
“The museum has a collection of rare artifacts from around the world that you can take a chance to view.”
Gongsun Ce straightened his collar and took the lead to step forward with a majestic and majestic look, as if he was a superior leader who was inspecting work.
"Smile, Mr. Gongsun, I grew up in the Capital of Heaven, what part of the world have I not seen? Why do I still care about antiques like yours?"
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"Wow..."
Gongsun Ce raised his head and exclaimed unconsciously, his mouth opened like a rustic who came to the city for the first time.
The museum was bustling with people, and visitors occasionally exclaimed in admiration. The Dawn Knight coughed lightly to hide the smile that was about to come out of his mouth.
"Why are you laughing! As for that! Don't laugh!"
"You have a great talent for comedy, Mr. Gongsun."
Gongsun Ce had no intention of replying, his attention was captured by this magnificent place. Before he came in, he thought he would see a few broken glass cabinets containing shabby old paintings or stone axes. But after entering, he found that he seemed to have stepped into an illusion, a world where time and space were confused.
Reminiscent of a church's dome, magnificent religious oil paintings spread out like a sea. The angels were all surrounded by white cloths and playing divine music. Surrounded by their followers, the Supreme Good God went to the earth and extended his fingers to the purest first human being. When the fingertips of man and god touch, countless brilliance blooms like the birth of the universe. The actual lights guide the visitors' sight, making them look further into the distance.
As a result, ancient myths disappeared from sight, and human creations sprung up in the real world. Teams of knights guarded the first steam engine in Morton's history. The warrior armors of Lingdao looked at the original bones of the Ustus tribe. The imperial jade belt, bamboo tube, long sword, high crown and landscape painting were hung together. On the side, facing the kingdom's native sculptures, stone tablets, steel swords, costumes and oil paintings. At one glance you felt like you were in the royal capital of the 16th century, and at the next moment you seemed to be in an ancient country a thousand years ago. Everything that once really existed is displayed here, but it is as prosperous and gorgeous as a dream.
"...Not even covered with a glass shell?" Gongsun Ce stared at the unprotected armor stomach and murmured, "Just put it in the hall like this?"
"The museum has so many collections that they only closely protect the most precious artifacts."
The number of collections is too large and the scope is too wide. Even the sculptures on the handrails of the stairs are authentic works by famous artists in ancient times, and even the wallpapers on the walls of the corridors are treasures in the history of art. This is the accumulation of time and the glory left by history. Gongsun Ce looked around like a child, forgetting the purpose of his coming for a moment.
He saw many tourists gathered in front of several large glass cabinets not far away, so he happily squeezed in to join in the fun. The glass cabinets display dolls made by Morton craftsmen with skillful hands. Each of them is wearing faded clothes and has an expressionless face that is lifelike.
Gongsun Ce took half a step back silently. The copper plate next to the cabinet recorded that it was the private collection of a certain duke about four hundred years ago, but the doll was so realistic, as if the girl who existed today had put on old clothes, like a prank. Standing in the closet, wondering who could see through her disguise.
"Hey, Miss Knight." Gongsun Ce said, "Do you sell the dolls here?"
"Mr. Gongsun, sometimes asking questions knowingly will not make you appear humorous, it will only make others feel stupid."
"Can you please stop being so serious? I'm just asking..."
If you don't want to sell it, then don't sell it. After the elder brother repairs the armor, maybe you can ask for one from the museum... But it was also given to the elder brother, not to him.
Even if the people of the Kingdom were really rich enough to give him one, could he really take it back? Would you like to display this beautiful doll in your own home? It feels silly when I think about it... If the doll has a spirit, he wouldn't want to live in his shabby house. Why don't they have a tea party in the museum?
Some people and things are destined not to stay together. Their encounter is just a brief chapter in life that is not worth mentioning. Just like at this moment, he and Airandia were walking in the museum together. To others, they seemed to be close friends, but he knew in his heart that he was not an important figure to the Knight of Dawn. The only detail between them was the task. If they are connected by line, their communication will only last a month or two, or even shorter.
When Gongsun Ce got on the plane and returned to the Capital of the Sky, the line that shouldn't have existed was completely broken. It was difficult for him to have any contact with the other party, and Alandia would also forget about this clown in black and return to the world. in your real life. She is still the glorious knight of the kingdom, and he returns to the Sky Capital to be a prisoner.
"I noticed that you fell into an inexplicable sentimental mood." Airandia said.
"Yes, I feel very worried when I think about not seeing you again..." Gongsun Ce was startled, "I don't have anything, you heard me wrong!"
A rare look of confusion appeared in Alandia's eyes.
"I think what you're trying to say is—"
Gongsun Ce waved his hands vigorously: "No! Nothing! Nothing!
Let's get down to business. Where is Crikey? ! "
"Apprentices often gather on the third floor."
He followed the Dawn Knight up the stairs, and reluctantly glanced back before going upstairs. The doll on the edge of the cabinet slowly turned its head, its emotionless eyes meeting his gaze.
"...!"
Gongsun Ce almost thought he had an illusion, but he soon discovered that it was not imagination. Because the dolls really turned around, because all the tourists from all over the world disappeared. The museum hall, which was crowded before, became empty in an instant!
"Alandia!"
"Calmness is the effect of the barrier."
Some unknown force was activated, and that force seemed to pull the tourists into another space, leaving only the two people on the steps alone. However, the deserted museum is filled with sounds, because brand-new "living things" appear here: dolls open the glass cabinets and walk on the smooth marble; armored people draw their swords and patrol the museum mightily; scrolls Reciting the story he recorded, the character in the painting opens his lips and sings loudly.
In the blink of an eye, all the collections in the museum came to life, as if countless ghosts had possessed these ancient cultural relics and regarded them as new bodies. Gongsun Ce reacted quickly. He pressed the handrail of the stairs with one hand and said with a smile: "Okay, is the old fool starting again?"
A marble sculpture stepped off the pedestal and casually pulled a Kingdom flag to use as its own underwear. The pale stone man raised his chin and said in a voice like a strong man: "People with super powers are not welcome in this hotel."
"People with superpowers don't welcome you either, you are an old and immortal thing." Gongsun Ce responded tit for tat.
"Three years have passed, and now you have learned to 'speak', little boy?" said the statue. "Unfortunately, you still have a vulgar Ustus accent, just like the boy from the Ultimus family."
Gongsun Ce cracked his knuckles hard: "I learned a lot of elegant curse words from him. Do you want to hear them?"
"Please calm down, gentlemen." Alandia stopped the young man next to her. "Mr. Gongsun, venting negative emotions will not be helpful to the negotiation. Mr. Roninles, you should not get angry with the young man."
"I don't think so." The old man's voice came from the top of the stairs. It was thick and low, with the characteristic self-righteousness of an old intellectual. You could tell at a glance that the speaker had a bad temper.
There was a short old man standing at the stairs on the second floor of the museum. His whole body was hidden in a shabby gray robe, and he was supported by a large wooden stick that could be used as a blunt weapon. Gongsun Ce could vaguely see his face from the side of the hood. The wrinkles were like ravines in the valley, the small eyes looked sharp and mean, and the sparse beard fell from his chin like a goat.
Gongsun Ce was familiar with this face. They had met each other many times. Because he was the first consul of Sky City, the notorious old fool Loninlus Reclu.
"Do you know what the privileges of old age are, Hellason?" Loninlus said, "To point fingers, to give orders, to boss around. I can get angry when I want to, and I can do whatever I want, because I have had fifty years more food than you. Bread, whatever I say you must respect!"
"I don't think that's the case," Airandia said.
"This guy is a piece of shit." Gongsun Ce said.
Roninlus narrowed his eyes and showed a dangerous smile.
"You don't seem to understand what respect is."
Gongsun Ce sneered and said: "I respect the elderly, but I don't respect things that are immortal."
"And I hate children the most...especially those ignorant things like you!"
Roninlus slammed his cane on the ground, and the portraits and statues in the museum simultaneously let out a piercing scream. The long staircase reversed like a wave, taking the two people down to the first floor like a slide. Those armors that had been forged hundreds of years or even thousands of years ago all drew their swords as if they were possessed by ghosts. The 3-meter-tall stone warrior took the lead and punched Gongsun Ce. These resurrected dead creatures seem to have spirituality and regard Gongsun Ce as their target!
People with superpowers don't care about historical relics and cultural heritage. The telekinesis triggered in an instant will directly lift the stone and smash it to the second floor. He shouted angrily: "Don't interfere, Knight of the Dawn! This is a personal vendetta!
"
"Stand aside and don't move, Harrison!" Roninlus growled, "I want to teach this little brat some profound lessons!"
Knight Alandia looked back and forth and sighed. She conjured a wooden chair to sit on, and conjured a book in her hand.
"Please stop it, you two..."
A precious blue and white elephant-ear vase with a black bird pattern whizzed past in the air, and was almost smashed to pieces by the aftermath of telekinesis. Alandia had no choice but to spare some effort to protect the collection, and said helplessly: "Pay attention to protecting the cultural relics."
