Griffith ran down the tower in amazement. Outside the reception room next to the hall, he saw a large group of boys whispering.
As soon as they saw him coming, the boys receded with a "swish" like the ebbing tide, mixed with some strange mutterings.
"As expected of Griffith, he easily accomplished something we couldn't even imagine!"
Alandel stood there gracefully, with a natural and noble temperament like a hibiscus emerging from the water. Her delicate face had a slight smile, her bright eyes were shining with hope, and her long flowing hair was radiant, shrouded in mystery under the sun. The exotic beauty.
Her temperament combines the agility of a girl with a nobility that makes people dare not feel blasphemous. She caused a sensation when she appeared. Boys from all grades flocked to see her beauty. They pretended to be passing by on business, secretly looked at this beauty, and then lowered their heads as if they were afraid of being discovered.
That ethereal and mysterious temperament made people's hearts flutter. When she came to Griffith, countless jealous eyes almost wanted to skin him alive.
Sure enough. After experiencing many mysteries, Griffith already knew what he was facing. Alandel is beyond imagination, even more impressive than Galadia. This unimaginable charm can only be matched by Miss Lover.
The beautiful girl didn't care about this and seemed to be accustomed to living in the spotlight. She bowed slightly to the would-be knight:
"Good day, Sir Knight."
"Nice to see you again, Miss Alandale." Griffith noticed that the accompanying servants were carrying a long and narrow willow box. A familiar aura and restlessness were tumbling inside, trying to break free.
The girl nodded to the servants. The moment the lid of the box was opened, the blade and the crystal purple brilliance seemed to be soaked by a cold spring, and the lost murmurs and ominous atmosphere were released. Under the rush of vigorous blood, several students who were hiding in the corridor to spy immediately fell to the ground with their foreheads pressed.
There are even some boys from other branches who have the urge to snatch such a beautiful weapon and take it for themselves, and they are ready to take action.
Griffith took two steps forward and reached for the long-lost lance. The moment he touched the weapon, a bloody ring-shaped impact burst out, and the students outside the lounge let out heart-piercing screams, followed by messy and hasty footsteps running away like a pack of rats.
Alandel's face turned pale and she staggered back two steps, almost falling to the ground.
The blood thorns vibrated in his hands, cheering for him to go to the battlefield immediately. Just by holding this mysterious horse spear, the resonance of power allowed him to activate the coercion of Pojun.
The servants who followed Alandel saw that the young lady was under attack, and subconsciously wanted to come up to protect her. However, as soon as they thought about it, an indescribable shiver came from the soles of their feet. Cold fear bit their spines and fingers, invading their will bit by bit.
They looked at the would-be knight holding the blood thorn in horror, but found that they did not even have the courage to look up.
Griffith sighed softly, smiled slightly, with a satisfied look on his face. He put the blood spines back into the box with a pleasant look, closed the lid of the box smoothly, and then swept his sharp eyes over the frightened servants.
"Back off."
The servants didn't even wait for the lady's instructions, and retreated in panic with the willow box.
Griffith then turned around and said to Alandel: "Come with me."
The girl gently pressed her forehead, and her pale face returned to bright and delicate beauty: "Okay, I heard that the cliffs at Homemonworth are particularly beautiful, and I have always wanted to see them."
The two left the hall and walked towards the cliff outside the wall of Homemonworth. The girl gradually recovered from the shock just now, and said softly and elegantly:
"My family hopes to do its best to help the winner in the upcoming war.
"The Bloodthorn has also been looking for its owner.
"I wish you will break free from the shackles as soon as possible and achieve brilliant achievements."
"So, what's the price?" Griffith asked.
Alandel shook her head: "We don't ask for it. If we must say it, the danger of holding the blood spine is the price."
Griffith glanced at her, then walked forward silently for a while, and came to a secluded cliff: "Miss Alandel, is it your family or you who chooses me?"
The dusk tide lapped against the rocks on the shore, and white waves rolled under their feet. Alandel looked at the prospective knight calmly, and her beautiful little mouth drew an arc: "Why do you say that?"
"There are many reasons," Griffith spread his hands. "First, your family is very powerful. It can provide the best war horses, possess powerful sealed artifacts, and organize and operate in an orderly manner in times of crisis. This It is not something that ordinary nobles from other provinces can do.
"Secondly, the streets, city appearance, governance and quality of life of Hepu are far superior to those of ordinary towns. Although it is only a hint, the rich financial resources you have cannot hide it. This cannot be done by paying tribute once every two years. Earn wealth.
"With such wealth and sufficient rationality, why couldn't the cultists bring out a team of Extraordinaries when they came to the door? Not to mention none, your own strength is quite impressive. However, until the end, your The power did not take action. If we official Beyonders were a little weaker, or Elodie was not so brave, your home would have been reduced to ashes on that day."
When Griffith said this, the light in his eyes almost turned into sharp blades, enough to make the warriors timid. Alandel raised her head and stared at him calmly like a girl listening to her lover.
Griffith continued, "What I think about this is that you, the local prominent families and the cultists, even if you are not in the same group, can still benefit from the worst situation to some extent, so you take a bystander attitude.
"During this process, your support for me was too generous. Judging from the results, I killed the cultists' rituals and prevented the final event from happening. The Deathrattle Cult fell short, and your family, in addition to suffering a major Loss and nothing gained.
"This is very unreasonable. Since you are determined to cooperate with the cultists, how can you do such a thankless thing? Combined with the fact that you were the only family member who cooperated with me that day, I will naturally think,
"Miss Alandel, why do you want to hinder the family's plan? Why do you think a second-level squad leader and trainee knight are worthy of help?"
The girl couldn't help but smile slightly, her bright eyes lowered: "The favor of the Outer God is extremely generous, but the price is tragic and thrilling. I don't want to be used as a sacrifice.
"Some elders in my family knew about some obscure conspiracies, distant worlds, and terrifying existences. The righteous gods wanted to stop them, but they were restrained from coming to the world. Therefore, they began to select and fight against each other from a long time ago. Evil warriors, such as the great Knight Roland, and many other wise men and brave men. You must have heard many stories about them.
"However, I doubt whether brave men like Roland can be of any use. They are weird, there are always some aspects that are incompatible with the world, and their adventure and growth are too flamboyant. Even the gathering of extraordinary people will be revealed by divination and prophecy. Can these brave men really stop the evil invasion?
"If I were an evil god, I would definitely not be blocked by a few clear moves."
This girl is so loud. Is she planning to discover God's secret chess on her own and transform herself from a chess piece into a player? You can't take it all in. Her family may just bet on both ends and wait for the game.
Griffiths had several thoughts rolling in his mind and asked Alandel: "Can you see the god's secret chess? What would it be like?"
"Mr. Knight, have you ever seen a dragon? Do you know the changes in dragons?"
Griffith shook his head and smiled: "I would like to hear the details."
Alandel pointed her finger at the sky and moved towards the waves of the blue sea: "A dragon can be big or small, it can rise or disappear; if it is big, it will stir up clouds and spit out mist; if it is small, it will hide and hide its form; if it rises, it will soar in the universe; if it is hidden, it will lurk in the waves. Within. The dragon is an object, comparable to the heroes of the world and the dark chess of God."
This is a good thing to say. Griffith couldn't help but nodded repeatedly: "Did you gain anything?"
"Of course there are!" The girl suddenly became energetic, "Today, the only people who can be worthy of being worthy are Mr. Knight and me."
"..."
Seeing Griffith's disbelief, Alandel said seriously: "Mr. Knight, I was not sure at first, but when I saw you appearing next to Elodie, you withstood the test of blood thorns, and resisted evil with unparalleled heroism. conspiracy, I firmly believe that I have found the answer."
As night falls, under the bright moonlight, the sea surface is sparkling and dazzling. The girl stood on the edge of the cliff and turned towards the sea:
"My tribe has given me a lofty mission, and it seems that my destiny has been decided for a long time. But I cannot accept it. Their reason is covered by desire and greed, and their ideals are swallowed up by ignorance. You will definitely understand what I mean. If they are allowed to continue with the distant An evil deal, and the whole world will pay a price it will never regret."
After Alandel finished speaking, she began to undress and take off her skirt.
"Wait a minute, what are you going to do?"
"Let me show you my evidence, so that when you think about it the next morning, you will mistakenly think that you heard a weak-minded girl talk in her sleep."
The thin dress slipped from the girl's shoulders, revealing her smooth jade-like back and waistline. Her long black hair made the beautiful arcs appear like shadows in the moonlight, which made her even more tempting.
"See you later, Mr. Knight, someone will take care of the Bloodthorn.
"Please accept the blessing offered to you by the singer of the sea."
After saying this, the girl jumped down the cliff.
Unexpectedly, Griffith hurried to the edge of the cliff and saw small waves splashing in the sea water. Alandel, who was still naked, waved to her in the water under the cliff and swam away. The fish tail covered with crystal scales can be faintly seen in the waves.
A distant, clear and soul-stirring song came from the sea. Griffith could not identify her lyrics, but he could still feel the comforting kindness and concern for the not-too-distant future. The song touched his heartstrings and brought out an idea.
“The world is out of touch.
“Ah, what a cursed cause and effect this is.
"I didn't expect that I was born to correct it!"
