The Final Knight

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Hearing O'Falir's answer, Celtic stayed a while, but said nothing more. He saw the persistence and clarity in the girl's eyes-as usual, once she made a decision, it would never change. Just like that day.

"Sorry, Brother Celtic, we will not be able to meet again in the future."

"I like you very much and respect you very much, but Brother Celtic, I want to protect my mother, and I want to fight for more strength and status for myself, which will not be doubted and threatened. In order to make the mother be quiet , Happily continue to live her life without being disturbed, I have made this decision. We used to be very good friends...I have always regarded you as my brother, but now...for my goal , I must make this decision. I’m sorry, please forgive my willfulness. I’m not afraid of rumours in the court, but I can’t care less about the views of other subjects, fathers, and my brothers—the future heirs of the kingdom. . I don’t live for myself, so I can’t make a choice based on my own preferences..."

At that time, Celtic only seemed to discover for the first time that the girl she knew had much more wisdom and perseverance than the people in that palace.

But now?

He looked at O'Falriel and sighed inwardly. Obviously, from the conversation just now, it seems that she no longer intends to appear as a member of the royal family. Why is that? Is it time? Or are there other reasons? So why does she insist now? What purpose did she pursue to make the decision now?

Celtic certainly understands that O'Falil's reality is too unimaginable. After all, she has been dead for thirty years and appears suddenly at the moment. Anyone who is normal will doubt it. Moreover, from the appearance, the high princess did not grow up at all. She was exactly the same as before the death, no difference. Celtic took this for granted, but he also noticed that the girl's performance was exactly the same as that of the princess. From the inside to the outside, there was no difference.

Compared with the two, Celtic naturally believes in his judgment and the facts in front of him. Although he does not know what is going on, he has a bad hunch in his heart.

"I understand what you mean."

Celtic didn't say much again, he just sighed, then nodded to O'Falil, then turned and walked out. And O'Falil watched his back indifferently, and then turned back, looking back at those who were confused by the unexpected, and stared at his men in surprise.

"You can go to the next training now. As for the arrangement, as I said before, there is no need to make any changes."

After issuing the order, O'Falil entered his room. The people looked at each other inexplicably for a moment, shrugging their shoulders, helplessly what to do.

"Adult, you..."

Looking at his chief's serious, expressionless face, the adjutant didn't know what to say, but Celtic clearly didn't care what he meant at this time, he just lowered his head and walked back. It wasn't until Celtic once again reached the gate of the main city of the fortress.

"Go to the patrol and once they come back, immediately bring Mr. Youlian to see me. Remember, only bring him alone. I think you will not forget this etiquette."

"Yes, sir, I will go immediately."

Hearing this, Celtic’s adjutant didn’t dare to say anything, just nodded, and then left quickly. He didn’t care about Celtic’s gaffe, especially when the old general was half kneeling in front of the girl. His adjutant was even more surprised that his eyes almost fell out. He didn’t want to break his head. He didn’t understand where the sacred girl was, so that the head of one of the three major legions of the kingdom could kneel to her? What happened later made me even more incomprehensible. Obviously, the officer regarded the girl as someone he was familiar with, but the girl apparently resolutely told him to admit that he was wrong. Not only did the adult not refute, but instead walked away without saying a word, what is going on?

Of course, these doubts can only be put in his heart. Obedience is the duty of soldiers, and it is their code of conduct to do more and ask less, so the adjutant did not think about anything anymore. He quickly locked this matter in his mind. In the deepest part of the house, he paid a military salute to Celtic, and then quickly turned and left to carry out the orders given by his chief.

Back in the fortress's room, Celtic's original serious face immediately became more complicated. His expression instantly became old and uneasy. The old general shivered and reached out to pick up the bottle on the table. He filled a glass of wine, but he found that his hand was shaking slightly.

He is nervous.

What is he nervous about?

Celtic frowned. As a pivotal figure in the kingdom, after so many years of ups and downs, there was nothing to shake himself. But now, he is nervous? why? Celtic did not think that this was a sequelae of seeing O'Falriel. Although his relationship with Her Royal Highness was very deep, it was purely a brother-sister relationship. There was no love that melted life into life like a lover. inside. On the contrary, Celtic could feel that after seeing the high princess, she seemed to have subconsciously noticed something.

And now, it was this subconsciously perceived thing that made him nervous and uneasy.

When Yulian appeared in the general room of the fortress, all he saw was a silent, calm old man, sitting quietly behind the desk, and in front of him, two crystal glasses filled with wine, And a precious wine bottle, although it does not know its specific name, but from the surface, it can be guessed that this bottle of wine is obviously valuable.

Seeing the arrival of Yulian, the old general just nodded and then made an invitation gesture to him.

"Please sit down."

"It seems that you are in a bad mood, Master General."

Youlian's tone was as elegant and respectful as ever, but with his stride came over, a movement that opened the chair and sat down casually gave a completely different taste. He raised his head, staring at the old man in front of him, then reached out and picked up a wine glass in front of him.

"It's not as bad as you think, Mr. Yulian."

Celtic raised his eyebrows, to tell the truth, he is now more and more unable to see through this young man. That girl was definitely Her Royal Highness Princess O'Falil, but how could she be resurrected when she should have died thirty years ago? Appear again in this world? Moreover, why would she call herself Yulian’s adjutant and fiancee? Fiancee is not incomprehensible, but the adjutant is incomprehensible to Celtic. He is well aware that the role of the lieutenant is not as simple as a nominal fiancee, which means dealing with a lot of things that the chief has no time to deal with or no energy to care about. But these are not important, because if only that is the case, O'Falriel does not need to be an adjutant, but only needs to be a secretary of the court. He was well aware of the genius of that princess's political affairs, which was not a problem for O'Falil.

However, the most important duty of the lieutenant, but when the sergeant is away, give him orders to command the army! You know, everything is in case, especially on the battlefield, once the highest commander has any accident, it is fatal! You should know that the commander’s life does not belong to him alone, but to the entire army. If the dragons were headless because of his death, the consequences would be disastrous. Therefore, the importance of the lieutenant will be reflected here, they must have absolute loyalty, and the ability to be trusted by the Lord will also have a high reputation. Such people are very difficult to find.

Although the high princess is politically unmatched, but in the military, Celtic asked himself what he knew about the other party. This high princess is probably still in the infancy of groping, there is no way to rarely Plays the role of a lieutenant. So why did Yulian make this appointment? What is he thinking about?

But now, Celtic just sits in a chair in silence, staring at Yulian in front of him, until he puts down the glass in his hand and regains his gaze around him.

"In fact, before that, I used to go to your station."

"Oh?"

Youlian raised her eyebrows, her face still calm.

"So, I think you already have a more intuitive understanding of our location... However, I think this should not be the main reason why you invited me here today?"

"Of course, Mr. Youlian, I have something to ask you, and I hope you can answer truthfully. I can use my reputation to assure you that here today, the two of us will not let the third person speak know."

Facing Celtic's words, Yulian didn't answer, he just made a please gesture at random, instructing the other party to continue. At this point, Celtic didn't want to circle anymore. He took a deep breath and then looked seriously at the young man's dark eyes.

"Is that Miss O'Falriel really our high princess?"

……………………

Hearing Celtic's doubts, Yulian did not show any special expression. He was still very calm, with a smile as always, and even his movements did not change a little. However, his answer was to sink Celtic's heart.

"So, what answer do you want to hear? Lord Celtic? Is that the one you want? Or the one you don't want?"

"............... I don't quite understand what you mean, Mr. Yulian. I have to say, I haven't fully figured out what is going on. But I think you should understand what I mean. So, I hope you can give me an answer... This is very important for us and for the entire kingdom."

"you sure?"

Hearing this, Julien's mouth curled up.

"Okay, then I have no choice but to give you that bad news... sorry, General Celtic, she is not the high princess of our kingdom, just a long one that looks like her. She’s not a royal princess, just my adjutant and fiancee - so, do you understand what I mean?"

"This………………"

Celtic was speechless for a while, and he had absolutely no way to refute Yulian's words. In fact, Yulian's words are not wrong at all, or that is just another kind of sophistry. However, just as Celtic was planning to say something more to continue the conversation, Yulian spoke again.

"And, I must tell you one thing, General Celtic, the reason I did this is to a great extent to protect O'Falir. In fact, I don't think you are baseless And the basic fantasies that can bring convenience to my fiancee, on the contrary, will only put her in danger."

And hearing this, Celtic's complexion finally changed.

"what do you mean?!"

He stood up abruptly, clasped his hands tightly, stared at Yulian and asked. However, in the face of the old general's questioning, Yulian just shrugged his shoulders and didn't seem to take his reaction into his eyes. Instead, he opened his own speech and pulled out a speech that the old general did not expect at all.

"Then, General, I think we can talk about the business right now."

PS: Sickness is really an uncomfortable thing, and it is also very annoying. Maybe I should think about it. It may be better to divide it into two chapters every day... (Unfinished, if you want to know the future, please visit www.qidian.com, More chapters, support authors, support genuine reading!)

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