Chapter 25:

"Miss Fergus?"
"I, I..." The girl cried bitterly with her face covered. "I don't know who that person is. When he showed up, he always wore a black cloak to prevent me from seeing..."
"Before that--" Prince Carlo interrupted her, and he took a melted laca from his pocket. "I'm afraid I will be rude to Miss Fergus."
He handed over Larakka.
This act of Prince Carlo is still personable, but for a lady, it is somewhat impersonal, like throwing white gloves on the other person's face, saying: self-certification is innocent, otherwise, duel.
Liu Yu felt normal.
Prince Carlo, who was raised as a crown prince by a country since childhood, of course has his own conduct. His respect for the kingdom and the deities is enough for him to pick up his sword and defend, and only throw a card. It is already seen in the classmates' friendship.
However, she acted like she was about to collapse, shaking her hand to take over the card, like any aristocrat who was insulted:
"Prince Carlo, I thought I was trustworthy."
"I'm sorry." Prince Carlo lowered his head deeply. "Only once."
The golden sun on the melted card did not change color, and it still shone.
Prince Carlo breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the girl's pale face and trembling shoulders, he opened his mouth:
"Miss Corvus, how can you be with..."
The girl suddenly raised her head, and her tears filled her blue eyes:
"Prince Carlo, I, I am forced... Please believe me..."
She said in a soft voice that seemed to go out at any time:
"...Yes, there is a dark apostle entangled me...I don't know what to do..."
"...I don't dare to say that I can't sleep all night, all night, afraid of dragging Princess Mary, I even moved out to live alone... Prince Carlo, you can't understand, I'm so painful, I can't find it at all People you trust can say, you, you will help me, right?"
The beautiful girl looked up at him as if he were the hero who saved her from the sea of ​​suffering.
Prince Carlo's throat choked.
He seemed to see another Natasi.
"A dark apostle haunts you?"
"Yes... I don't understand why, it's me..."
When Liu Yu said this, his nose was really sour.
Yeah, why is she.
Who wants to be a rat in the gutter? She finally saw some dawn, and Louis wanted to drag her into the abyss that was irreversible...
dream.
He dreams.
The girl shrugged and cried so much that Prince Carlo's next words were blocked in her throat.
"...Prince Carlo remembers the whip of Princess Mary?"
Prince Carlo nodded, and Professor Edward measured the gray color with fused laca, which was later surrounded by:
"I think we should find..." Professor them.
The girl has begun to tell.
"It started at that time, and I don't know where he came from... he was in a haunt, unpredictable... He said I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, he liked me..."
She looked up:
"Prince Carlo, is beauty a sin?"
Prince Carlo was speechless.
Beauty is not a sin, but excessive beauty, as Princess Sofia, who has stirred up disputes between the two countries by herself, it is.
The girl in front of him clearly has a lot of sin.
"...It seems that even you think so."
The girl was discouraged.
"Sorry."
Prince Carlo raised his hand and shrunk it back again. He took a gold-embroidered veil from his trouser pocket and handed it over, "Wipe it."
She took it, she was still choking, but the frequency of choking slowed down:
"He tempted me, but I already have Mr. Leslie... He wants me to fall into the abyss with him, I don’t want it, he deliberately framed me, made Prince Carlo you misunderstand, he wanted me to be in the light camp Can't stay... He forced me, what can I do..."
She looked up:
"what should I do?"
Tears flowed down her eyes, Prince Carlo never knew that a woman would have so many tears.
Yeah, what's wrong with her.
She is just too charming.
If it is really related to the forces of darkness, it will only hide and hide like a mouse in the ground, how can it be called out intentionally.
"We're going to tell the bishops and professors that they must have a way to find this evil dark apostle—" Prince Carlo said that he was going, but he was caught by a force.
The girl grabbed his silk cuff and shook her head:
"...Then I still have a way of life? Prince Carlo... They will say, oh, Miss Fergus has an affair with the dark apostle, she is evil by nature, and sure enough... And, I was still by him, by him..."
She seemed to be complacent, crying again, covering her face.
Prince Carlo's heart seemed to be hit by a huge sorrow:
How helpless she is, like a lost lamb forced to despair.
The lamb was hit by the hunter's gun, is he qualified to force her?
"I, I can't let Mr. Leslie know that he, he will definitely despise me, oh, this makes me desperate to live... I am defiled... my great God, I should not live in this world... but I don’t want to, I don’t want to... I don’t want the fragrance of the world, the sunshine of the world, the mother, and Mr. Leslie..."
Prince Carlo's hand fell on Belia's soft blond hair:
"Miss Fergus..."
His voice was very gentle:
"No one will hurt you, I promise."
"Then you, you... will keep it secret for me, right?"
At this moment, the blue eyes were connected to the amber, and Prince Carlo's throat moved.
At this time, "What are you doing?"
A voice came.
The silver-haired boy stepped over the border between light and darkness, bypassed the heavy bookcases, and walked towards them.
His water-green eyes were dim, but they fell exactly between the two:
"Belia, and... Prince Carlo?"
Prince Carlo withdrew his hand like he was burned, and the soft temperature of the hair remained in the palm of his hand, like a strand of spider silk.
With his hands behind his back, he smiled dryly:
"Mr. Leslie, have you returned from Master Bruce?"
"Prince Carlo."
Gaia nodded gently, "Natasi is looking for you."
"Okay, okay," Prince Carlo scratched his head. "Then I'll go find him."
"Goodbye, Prince Carlo."
The blonde girl looked at him pleadingly. Carlo nodded at her, and then looked at Mr. Leslie, who had not noticed it. The whole ruffled sleeves walked away.
As he approached the stairs, he glanced back, and the two were no longer there.
Faintly, he could only see the white skirt hidden by the bookcase. Carlo pressed his heart, shook his head, and went on again.

In the face of Gaia, Liu Yu almost raised a hundred times vigilance
He is not as fooled as Prince Carlo.
Louis wanted to protect Natasi, so Prince Carlo would only hear the last sentence he specifically raised.
What about Gaia?
The wind is his ears, and the light is his eyes.
How much did he hear?
How much did you feel?
Although mind reading can only read a moment's thoughts, but...
Liu Yu's heart seemed to hold a tongs pot, and he kept puffing and puffing up the heat. She lifted her heart and waited for the last shoe to fall.
"Beliya?"
Gaia had already come to her, and he asked nothing, but said, "Want...Go to the third floor to take a look?"
"The third floor?"
Liu Yu hurriedly wiped away tears.
"The third floor," she said with a strong nose, "Gaia... don't you ask anything?"
Gaia looked at her, and the lake's green eyes looked like a standing water.
So Liu Yu knew that this topic ends here.
"Come on, I will take you to the third floor to see."
"Don't let it go," she said, with a little vague emotion, fear, cowardice, or something, "They said, the third floor is a forbidden place."
Gaia opened her palm to her.
The jade palm has a distinct texture, and on it lies a six-pointed star-shaped iron medal.
"Go."
He took the first step forward, bypassing the tall and tall bookcases and heading towards the copper-painted gate behind him.
Liu Yu paused and cheered up.
She reached out to hold him like before, and Gaia did not refuse, and she put her hand in his palm again.
"So... Gaia, you just went to Lord Bruce just for this?"
"Well, I have some doubts that need to be answered."
"Does Gaia have any doubts?"
"Yes, many, many."
"..."
Going to the door, Gaia inserted the six-iron star iron card into the groove of the copper-painted gate, and only heard "Kala la--"
The door opened.
Rows of quaint and thick bookshelves are displayed. The huge space is divided into small pieces. The sunlight traverses the gaps of the bookshelf and dances with flying dust in the air.
The shelf is not filled with dense books, but only a few volumes, sheepskin rolls, ivory, turtle shells-
There is even anecdotes.
The door closed again with a click.
The whole space began to fade.
Liu Yu followed Gaia to see him pick up a roll and put it back quickly, even at the same angle, so he was very sure he had a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"Can you see the words?"
"The books here are different," Gaia told her. "You can pick it up and try it."
Liu Yu took a roll.
The sheepskin roll was light and soft, and when she touched it, she felt the difference. The words line by line flew to her like a small bee, lined up in an orderly manner, and said hello to her.
Even with closed eyes, these little bees are still dancing.
It feels mysterious and magical, but—
She is illiterate.
Liu Yu grinned and threw the sheepskin roll back on the bookshelf, and picked up another volume: Oh, I still don't know.
This is true for successive volumes, ivory, tortoiseshell...
illiteracy.
illiteracy.
illiteracy.
She is probably illiterate.
Liu Yuyu sat down on the small table placed between the bookshelf and found that somehow Gaia was already sitting there, dozens of books, sheepskin rolls, and paper-like books were spread out in front of him. The tadpoles are not the same.
He stroked a volume, his fingers stayed for more than ten seconds, and then went to the next volume-
Perhaps it was her eyes that stayed too long, and Gaia turned her head:
"Belle, what's wrong?"
"These... do you all know?"
"Yep."
"Dozens of different countries at different times..."
Hey language.
How did she forget that this person is a god, and the initial setting is different from the average person.
Liu Yu leaned over, and the arms were next to each other:
"Gaia, what are you looking at? Turning so fast, can you remember?"
"Will...can't you remember?"
The teenager blinked doubtfully.
The sunlight fell through the gaps of the bookshelf to the tabletop, and reflected back to his water-green eyes. So close, his eyes seemed to be suddenly covered with a shallow layer of shattered light, and suddenly had a soul.
How gentle, if not to touch his real temperature.
Liu Yu put his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes lazily.
She cried too hard just now, her head hurts a little, and now she is too lazy to think about anything.
Gaia did not move, and he turned the pages with the other hand.
A rustling sound whispered in the ear, accompanied by this afternoon sun, reminding me of the quiet university library of the previous life, she gradually gave birth to some drowsiness, but could not sleep again.
When he closed his eyes, it was Louis's smile.
He beckoned to her: "Beliya, you are inherently dark."
Pooh.
Ghosts belong.
Liu Yu put her face on Gaia's shoulder and sniffed hard until she was covered again by the youthful odor of Xue Rusong, before she felt more comfortable.
The darkness, like the tarsal maggots, gradually faded away.
Gaia took another roll of sheepskin.
"Gaia..." She poked him. "Tell me what you see."
"... Xuanwu one pound, half snake gallbladder, half gold and water..."
"what is this?"
"alchemy."
"Can the alchemy of alchemy be made?"
"There is no panacea in this world." It seemed that her words were ridiculous, and the teenager's mouth was bent. "If there is, it is also with God."
"……Oh."
Liu Yu made a long "Oh" sound.
She pillowed him on the shoulder, feeling unpleasant, and pulled his arm away again, "slipping", and the whole person shrank into his arms.
Gaia is always still.
He didn't cater to her, but he did whatever she wanted, as if she were just a cat.
He sat there quietly, turning intently through the pages of the book, as if there was something hidden there, more attractive than anything in the world.
Liu Yu did not allow himself to rest for too long.
Time is particularly mean to her, and her fate is chasing her and pushing her behind her. Only when she keeps going forward can she avoid the pressure that comes with it.
However, Liu Yu still leaned on Gaia's legs
She flicked her fingers constantly, throwing out one after another bright bullets.
Every time he was by his side, the light she condensed was always pure, and it was more effective to practice.
Gaia's movement to turn the book stopped:
"Beliya, will you meditate?"
"Well," the girl was smug, "how?"
"Not bad."
"Is there a reward?"
"what do you want?"
Gaia's movement to turn the book completely stopped.
He lowered his head, and the girl sat up from his arms. She wrapped her hands around his neck and lengthened her voice:
"I want you... to kiss me on your own initiative."
"Just like that night, passionate," she leaned into his ear, "furious."