Sally's fists were slightly clenched, and she didn't know when she was sweaty.

Along the way from the Duke's House, these familiar streets will make her inexplicable: she is no longer the young nun who was waiting so hard in the monastery.

Today, she is the heir of the territory, the official priest of the sect.

Sally won't forget how these "halos" came about: if it wasn't for Roddy, she would have died in an attack on the border, and her father must have died under the potions of the undead ...

This kind of affection is still she can't finish-just what Sally regrets is that when she thinks about it, the person who led her out of the crisis has been pushed hard by her.

The quarrel in the temple became the biggest emotional scar between her and Roddy, but Sally believed that as long as she apologized like she used to, Roddy would forgive herself.

for sure.

This belief supported her for a long time, but when the familiar figure appeared in the field of vision, Sally squeezed her lips slightly and walked forward with a few stings.

To meet at this moment, Sally dressed up for more than four hours. At this time, her makeup was perfect, elegant, and matched with the white but gorgeous tunic dress, her eyes could be drawn in the eyes of everyone.

On the other side, after Baron Winston was stopped by the butler, Roddie, who had dismounted and walked forward, was slightly lost.After all, people would never forget everything, Sally had a difficult position in his heart, but in that scene After the argument, Roddy couldn't confirm how much the position had changed ...

Suddenly, the distance between him and Sally was close, but the confused thoughts in his mind were finally suppressed by his reasoning: Roddy had made a choice, so he knew what to do now.

In Sally's eyes, Roddy's appearance always seems to be "a servant of the wind and dust." He always ran on various battlefields, silently struggling for the goal that once shocked her heart, even if he came to see He, too, is wearing patched leather gear and carrying that short blue bow ...

It ’s just ... who is the woman beside him?

Although only seventeen years old, Sally instinctively hostile to Akasha. But when she looked away, she found that the other party's eyes were full of "looking" and "curious".

It shouldn't ... not be what you think.

Sally tried to keep her heartbeat calm, looking at Roddy who was already in front of her, paused for two seconds, and said, "Rodie ... I haven't seen you in a long time."

Her voice was a little dumb, which made the atmosphere more awkward.

Looking at Sally, Roddy finally felt unspeakably dumb: The quarrel between the two last time they met was still vivid. At this time, they didn't even know what they said.

Eventually, he looked away: "Yeah, long time no see."

"I…"

"That one…"

Neither eye looked at each other, and it wasn't until the moment they spoke at the same time that Roddy and Sally faced each other for the first time.

Those stubborn eyes, self-esteem, and some aggrieved eyes and memories are exactly the same. She didn't wait for Roddy to say anything, and she took the lead: "Last time ... I messed up everything, I shouldn't doubt you like that, I-anyway I misunderstood a lot of things, Nai, Nai Fei ... no matter what, I will trust you in the future. "

Sally originally wanted to tell these things to Roddy after returning to the Duke's House.After all, as the daughter of the Duke, it was not appropriate to apologize to a baron in the public, but the appearance of Akasha made her difficult. A verbal sense of crisis.

So she bet everything: Sally believes that as long as she apologizes first, Roddy will understand himself as before, and then the relationship between the two is as good as ever ...

This must be the case.

"…Sorry, it is my fault."

Sally exhaled slowly, but after raising her eyes, she noticed that a bitterness was brought to the corner of Rody's mouth.

"The past is over. I ... accept your apology."

Roddy's eyes flickered slightly, and some of his consciousness seemed to shake passively, but after turning his head to look at Akasha, he closed his eyes slightly.

When he reopened, Roddy's face showed a few formulaic smiles: "Is the Duke of Angmar okay?"

"Father's condition is not very optimistic."

Sally answered the question mechanically. She looked at Roddy's cheek, but her heart sank little by little.

After changing the focus of the sight twice between Roddy and Akasha, Sally finally couldn't hold her breath and asked, "This is ..."

"Akasha, I am a follower of Roddy."

Standing in front of Sally, Akasha in a plain robe really had a feeling of "ashamed": on her life experience, she was far from the other side; on appearance, although both had their own advantages, she could not learn Sally This kind of self-confidence of nobility. And listening to the apology of the duke's daughter to Roddy, Akasha could no longer hear the guilt and concession in her words.

The meaning in it also made her feel a little nervous. So she took a step forward and took the initiative to introduce herself.

It was just that her words fell, but Roddy stretched out her arm and gently held her, facing Sally, "It was a former follower."

Although the three did not have any expressions, but the heart strings were tightened in one place-and when Roddy held Akasha's palm, the corners of Sally's eyes jerked suddenly, and a face was drawn blood almost instantly. It's like nothing.

"What do you mean-you, I mean ..."

She looked at Roddy in a panic, and looked around again, but she couldn't say a whole sentence. There were countless hopes in my heart, but the fact before me ... relentlessly broke everything.

Everything is late.

For a moment, Sally almost fell into the abyss of emotional runaway, but the guards with weapons in her field of vision suddenly reminded her of her identity and situation at this time.

"call--"

Sally inhaled deeply, pressing her tears into her eyes, her eyes lowered, and she exhausted her whole body to maintain the "calm" tone: "I have something to do with my father in the mansion ... I— "

Without finishing this sentence, she couldn't bear the pain in her heart anymore, and turned and walked in the other direction ... Her footsteps grew faster and faster, and finally became a desperate run, as if fleeing a lingering Going to the nightmare.

Looking at Sally's back, even if she was stupid enough to understand what it meant, she turned to look at Roddy-although his face was still calm, his arms were shaking slightly uncontrollably.

"Let's go to the Ducal Mansion."

Now that a choice has been made, it is doomed to have no happy ending.

Roddy closed her eyes again, took a deep breath, and walked towards the Duke's Mansion, never again looking at the direction in which Sally left.

"Master Baron, your horse and equipment—"

"I always came into the mansion with my equipment. If you feel uncomfortable, you can report to John Butler."

His voice seemed to be freezing cold, hard and irritating. Akasha didn't speak, gently stroking his palms and silently following him forward.

On the street dozens of meters away, pedestrians around looked a little surprised at the gorgeously dressed girl.

Sally ran in despair, and after running more than thirty meters, she finally fell to the ground severely because her long skirt tripped her feet-the pain of her knees made the tears of forbearance utterly dying, all grievances, remorse and self Responsible for a pouring out of the brain, making the world in front of you instantly blurred.

"despair."

"despair."

Tears dripped on the ground, and a huge sense of helplessness suddenly came. Sally suppressed the cry, but her tears grew more and more.

why…

On what basis ...

"Miss Sally?"

A voice sounded ahead, and Sally looked up, trying to wipe the tears from her cheeks, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Miss Sally, this is Lange Winston, Earl Winston led by Pahainar."

Winston, who walked all the way from the side, rejoiced at this moment, but he was calm on the surface. The young earl, who knows how to pick up girls, is trying to make himself serious, she said, "Do you need my help, Miss Sally?"

He reached out and tried to help Sally get up. This kind of movement has been tempered numerous times and looks very elegant-just Sally has no interest in such "elegance" at all.

She ignored Winston's outstretched palm and stood up with her teeth braced.

"Miss Sally, maybe we should take a chance to sit down and talk. The baron is really irrational. It's so impolite for a lady to do that.

"Need me to get a carriage to take you back to my house?"

"Or take a short break at my makeshift station? Not far ahead ..."

"If I have the chance, I must fight with that reckless guy. What contribution can such a noble aristocrat make to the territory? One more, one less, one less."

Sally stepped forward, while Count Winston tried to catch her attention—but Sally suddenly stopped when she said this.

"Incompetent noble?"

She turned her head blankly and whispered, "Who blocked the orc attack? Who killed Magda and Belom? Who changed the outcome of the Rose Cross campaign?"

The next moment, Sally erupted without warning--

"He is stupid, he is stupid, he has many shortcomings, but absolutely no one can accuse him of‘ incompetence, ’

Reaching out to wipe off the tears on her face, Sally breathed out, "He broke my heart, this is my business, and it has nothing to do with others ~ www.novelmtl.com ~, and you say he is incompetent ... what qualifications do you have? What? Just by the title and territory you inherited? By the price tag you have? By your face you can go to a male prostitute? "

She raised her head, her voice suddenly lowering: "Leave your rhetoric ... to the bitches."

"I don't eat this set."

Where did she throw the other side in anger, Sally had no interest in paying attention to the red and green ugly face, and walked forward-but without taking two steps, there was a sudden noise from the guards in the distance.

Sally stopped suddenly, and when she looked back, intermittent shouts came from the air ...

"Assassin"