Late at night, in the back garden of Linguang's ancestral house.
Linguang's sword was blocked by the sword of a middle-aged man. Like Linguang, he had brilliant golden hair, Kuranta's ethnic characteristics, tall and strong body, and a helpless look on his handsome face.
"Margaret, your sword is too slow."
The two of them passed each other, and Linguang felt that the arm holding the sword was shaking. The terrifying power was almost impossible for ordinary people to resist.
She held her right arm with her left hand, and a golden shimmer emitted from her palm to relieve the injury on her right arm.
Zofia, who was standing not far away watching the battle, turned around anxiously and said anxiously: "Tomorrow is the official match. Why does Maena want to fight Margaret at this time? What is he thinking?!"
Next to Zofia was Maria, who had her arms folded. She had been very calm from the beginning. Now she heard her aunt's complaints and said softly: "Don't worry, my sister knows what to do, and my uncle also has a sense of proportion."
"You're not worried about them at all?"
"Because we are all the same people."
Zofia was stunned for two seconds, and then she pressed Maria's shoulders hard: "Maria, do you mean to say that I am different from you?!"
"No, aunt..."
"What should you call me?!"
"I'm sorry, sister Zofia, I was wrong. I didn't mean it like that. We are both Linguang, but uncle and sister are different people!"
The two of them fought for a while before they separated. Zofia was quite surprised: "I just didn't expect that you would choose to participate in the knight competition. Don't you like being a competitive knight?"
Maria fell into silence, facing the two people who were dueling, pursed her lips, and did not speak for a long time.
Seeing that she was unwilling to talk, Zofia did not force it, but her worry about her uncle and nephew did not stop.
Uncle is very strong.
Linguang knew this very well, and she also knew that Ma Enna was only fighting her with pure sword skills, and he did not use any Origin Stone skills.
"Uncle, I won't stop. I have something I must do, and no one can stop me!"
Linguang's body exuded a faint golden light, and the sword in his hand was even more tinged with a bright light.
Maena looked at her niece without saying a word.
Six years ago, she left the Grand Knights alone. No one said a word to her. She left her hometown without even seeing her grandfather for the last time.
Six years later, Knight Yao returned, radiant. She was no longer the same person as before, but she was still Linguang. When people talked about the Linguang family, she was the first thing they thought of.
A soft sound.
The man sheathed his sword, slowly lowered his right hand, and said, "If you have already made your decision, will definitely go on, and know what will happen next, I have nothing to say."
"uncle?"
The man walked away quickly and disappeared into the darkness.
What a resemblance.
He really looked like that equally radiant man.
Ma Enna returned to his room and when he opened the door, he noticed someone was in the room because the wind was blowing on his face and the window was open.
"You can't walk through the door?"
Maena stepped into the room and saw the black-haired Sakaz sitting behind his desk, with his legs resting on the table and a cup of tea in his hand. He didn't look unfamiliar at all.
Seeing the owner come in, the black-haired Sakaz immediately sat upright and joked: "I'm just experiencing what it feels like to be a master. It's really nice. A cup of hot coffee in the spacious study is what city people should do." Some lifestyle.”
"You're not kidding at all."
Ma Enna took off his sword and hung it on the hanger casually. He glanced at the window and saw that the night breeze was a bit cold. He couldn't help complaining: "You really don't know how to go through the front door?"
"You know, people like us rarely have the opportunity to go through the front door, and it's very convenient to go through the windows, especially in this old-fashioned house, which doesn't have security windows installed, so it's easy to climb in."
"Tolan, if you are just here to chat with me, I suggest you go out now. I have a meeting tomorrow morning."
There was no trace of nervousness on the face of the man named Tolan. He seemed to be very used to Maena's current attitude. He spread his hands and said: "Master Maena, I am very serious about what you asked me to do." It’s done. As for why I took the window today, it’s very simple. There is always a guy in the Great Knight Territory staring at me.”
Maena looked solemn: "What's going on?"
"You have to ask the man named Camus, the chief of the Knights Association. He is very powerful. He can hit me with just one hand. Master, your job is not easy to do. I will not do it unless you pay more."
"How much more do you want?"
Tolan raised his eyebrows: "What I want is not as simple as money."
The Sakaz man carried two swords on his back. He walked around the desk and walked to Maena. He hid a gold coin between his fingers: "Although money is very important, there are more important things to me. You know What do I want?"
"impossible!"
Maena decisively rejected Tolan's proposal.
The Sakaz man threw out the gold coins in his hand and said loudly: "Come on, Manna, let's see how much wealth the Linguang family still has? You have protected the sisters for so many years and paid so much, and now you can't even do it again." You didn’t dare to do it anymore?”
"Have you said enough?"
"Maena, do you know, if it was you before, and now the sword is on my neck, what has city life made you become? Well, I will continue to do what you say, let We'll see what the end result is, old friend."
…
After the duel, Linguang did not stay at home for too long and left in a hurry without saying a word to Zofia and Maria.
When Linguang was very young, his parents did not disappear, his grandfather was still alive, and Linguang's family was not as declining as it is now.
When she is alone, she often goes to the Lateran Church in the center of the city. She is not religious, but simply likes a quiet environment.
After many years, walking on this familiar road again, everything became strange.
I heard that it was due to the impact of the reality show a few years ago. Many buildings were damaged and then rebuilt, unable to restore their original appearance.
Fortunately the cathedral is still there.
Step by step, she walked up the steps and pushed open the church door. The white light shone on Lin Guang's face, and she saw the homeless people sleeping in the benches.
The church sometimes serves as a place for homeless people to spend the night.
Except for the occasional sleep talk, except for the snoring, except for the whispers, it was still quiet here.
Without disturbing the sleeping people, she silently exited the church and sat alone on the doorstep.
The lights in front of the church have only one monotonous color, which is in sharp contrast to the vibrant and passionate neon lights of the city not far away.
