Vol 2 Chapter 305: The storm will come

Chapter 305 Storm will come
Selma has recovered from the initial horror and doubts.
"You want to take me away? Take me back to the stars?"
The lights around the dining room swayed slightly in the wind, as if echoing the girl’s words.
She looked up and whispered: "Is this your truth?"
Faced with the girl's blue eyes, Taylors fell for a while.
A touch of sorrow and relief, while climbing his mind.
I.
I just said...
Tyres had a headache, but the words had been exported. He could only constantly think about this sudden thought and the possibility of implementing it.
The prince kept squatting and observing the expression of the female Dagong:
"I mean, I think... you are..."
But Tyres immediately closed his mouth: At this moment, the female grandfather, with a look that Taylor could not understand, stared at him through the pin-nose glasses that the prince gave her.
At that moment, Tyres felt that he did not know the girl in front of him.
"But why do I have to go with you?" Selma gently opened her mouth, and her voice seemed to be from a few tens of meters away.
"What identity and for what reason should I go with you?"
Selma twisted his head gently, his voice was steady, and the statement was intermittent, as if he had an unparalleled weight: "Is it like the one that Nunn said at the time... as your fiancee?"
At that moment, the girl's eyes seemed to have some terrible power, forcing Tells to turn his gaze to him, as if the other person's expression was the most terrible poison in the world.
The second prince has never been so embarrassed.
Perhaps only the first time I saw the occasion of King Kaiser, it was comparable to this time.
Especially after he realized that he might have said something that was easy to be misunderstood.
Tyres gasped for two breaths and hurriedly shook his head: "Oh, no, Selma, I just didn't mean you want to run away with me... at least not ‘that kind of elopement...

At that moment, it seemed as if someone had solidified the air in the room.
The female Dagong bowed her head.
"What is it for?" Selma slowly opened his mouth and his voice turned cold.
The more awkward Tyres sighed in pain, spent a few seconds, rearranging his emotions.
"Freedom alliance, marriage, vassal, black sand collar, praying for the city," he swears out these words, the sentences are not coherent, "all of this, these are just the beginning."
"In the future, you will even face more and more terrible things, such as having to make cruel choices, such as the conspiracy that the enemy has been brewing for several years..."
For example, you may eventually lose the position of the Grand Duke, and the tragic fate that comes with it.
"You will see more and more terrible things, but you are standing in the most vulnerable position, with very few chips on hand, even people around you..."
Thinking of Niely's cover-up, and the serious and solemn manners of Brisbane, Taylors subconsciously shut up.
"I can't protect you all the time, Selma, no one else," Taylors breathed a sigh of relief, and the more he said, the more he felt:
"For your safety, to stay away from these dangers..."
The female Dagong gently raised her head and interrupted the prince.
"It turned out to be."
The expression of Selma has changed.
"Take me away, it's for my safety," Selma looked away, snoring like a smile: "I understand, this is the reason."
"I understand."
"There is no other reason, is it - you can't say that word."
That word?
Tyres looked at her like this, an unspeakable taste spread to the heart.
Do not.
No, Selma, you...
"Like the past," the girl sighed, her eyes with a slight melancholy: "You worry about me, love me, pity me - just because I am weak and need protection, just like a puppy."
"So you have to take me away."
"Like the past, this is the reason - the only reason."
Taylors took a deep breath: "Selma..."
But Selma seems to be immersed in his own world and ignores him.
"Yes, that's me, that little helpless, closed to death, I can only wait for others to reach out."
Taylors glimpsed.
The girl’s eyes were fixed in the air, and the voice shook slightly:
"Do you remember, six years ago, when I was taken away by the monster - the scourge of blood... there were all people, or all human parts: eyeballs, lips, ears, internal organs, hands and feet, soaked Blood, all trembled in front of your eyes... dark, slippery, bloody."
The memory of Thales was brought back to the multi-headed Kilika, the pet of Giza, and he felt the discomfort when he remembered the broken limbs.
He bowed his head, did not speak, and had nothing to say.
"I remember I couldn't stop shaking, I couldn't help but cry," Selma squeezed the tablecloth in his hand and looked at the food on the table palely. "Because I can only cry, I only cry, I will only Cry, all I can do is cry and wait to die."
"At that time, can you imagine my feelings?"
The lights in the dining room swayed slightly, and the shadows of the two men trembled.
Taylors only felt heavy tongues.
"I'm sorry, that's..." He said hard.
That's my fault.
The prince whispered in his heart.
It’s me, it hurts you...
Selma suddenly looked up and stared at Tyres, his eyes softened.
"Until you, Tyres, you are holding the strange dagger, bloody, and appearing in front of my eyes with exhaustion," the woman's voice is calm, but it is difficult to cover the ups and downs of the line: "Like you are in the same In the evening, with the majesty of Nunn’s majesty, he took me away from him without hesitation.

Taylors made a slight meal.
"The most desperate time is that you come to save me." She faintly.
"You are the only bright color in that nightmare, Tyres."
"Can you imagine that feeling?"
Tyres looked at Selma, who was not unusual, and his heart was not a taste.
"Like now, once again," the woman Dagong sighed slightly, looking at the knife and fork next to her hand: "Are you coming to save me?"
"Save the girl who has been cared for and blessed by you, save the cringing, timid, trembling little slippery?"
"Because this is the only image I have in your heart, is it?"
"So, I can never be looked at by you, and you are seen equally in your eyes."
Tyres frowned deeply, only to feel that the strangeness of the girl in front of him became more and more serious.
she was……
"Selma," Tyres's voice unwittingly brought a bit of doubt and uneasiness: "What happened, why are you... will you ask?"
Selma sneered.
"You know, for more than a month, Charles has tried to convince me that it is not a good thing to be too close to you."
The female public shook her head, as if to get rid of something dirty from her head: "But I told him: From the nightmare night of six years ago, I knew, even if it was Charles, even if it was Nirvana. Lord Leigh, even Justin, even the entire Longyan City betrayed me."
"You, Tyres Comet will not hesitate to stand in front of me to protect me - just like the disaster in the past six years."
Taylors trembled.
"If you are like this, I can't believe it," Selma lowered his head and pulled out a bitter arc in his mouth: "Who can I trust?"
The girl turned her eyes and tried to use the reflection of the glasses to block the crystal in her eyes, but Taylors caught the moment.
"I know that you have a lot of secrets, Tyres," Selma's tone was tired and disappointing, and his voice was hoarse: "Whether you are obsessed with looking for the end of the battle and the dragon's record, or go out to play chess once a month. The request, or the blood disaster of that year, the blue disaster, and why they are looking for you..."
At that moment, Tyres did not speak.
But he looked at the girl's eyes, but couldn't help but tremble slightly.
original……
"But I didn't say anything to Charles." The female tycoon took a deep breath and said, "I know that you must cherish these secrets very much. I also know that since they are your secret, they will never be harmful to me." ""
"Yeah, Tyres, I believe in you," Selma lowered his head and said hoarsely: "I believe in you with my life."
silence.
The complex and unspeakable taste spreads over the heart of Tells and makes him bitter.
Yes, Selma is not a little girl with no characteristics.
On the contrary, she is very sensitive and very sharp, but most of the time, she hides herself behind the lens.
No one knows, probably nobody cares.
including me.
"But ah, Tells Comet, what am I for you?"
Selma raised his head with difficulty.
Once again, the girl gritted her mouth: "Is your burden tired? Is it your responsibility? Is it the chip you are holding in your hand? Is it worth your time to save me again? Or are you forced to accept the fiancee?

Tyres swears that he has never seen this look on Selma's face.
It is a complex emotion mixed with jealousy, hesitation, pain, resentment, anger and grievances, all of which are concentrated in the eyes of the female Dagong lens.
It seems that the little slick he has known in the past six years is just a false shell, as if the Selma in front of him is the true thing that Taylors has never discovered.
"No, it is not."
She resisted the tears that were forced out of her eyes and choked:
"Now, I understand."
The second prince couldn’t say anything. He just looked at him in front of him and looked at the little slick he didn’t know, or he didn’t care.
Selma twisted his stiff neck and forced himself to watch Tyres.
Unnoticed in her sobs, she unwittingly brought a sarcasm:
"You, Prince of Nelson is different from most noble people. You have a unique and warm heart and have your own principles. You can't stand the suffering of others around you and you are indifferent..."
"So you always give a helping hand to the weak, isn't it?"
"like me."
Taylor looked at her sadly, only feeling bored in the chest.
Selma's crystal eyes are deep, sparkling with disappointment and pain, and unspeakable light behind the lens.
"You can't stand it, I'm forced to decide on a marriage, you can't stand it, I'm in danger, you can't stand it, I'm facing you alone, so you don't hesitate to save me - just like you didn't Hesitantly returned to the Palace of the Spirit, facing the Grand Dukes."
"Of course, you still feel embarrassed, feel that you should be responsible for sending me to the position of Dagong, right?"
"So, you pity me, sympathize with me, help me, protect me," Selma tried to make her whimper sound like a sneer, but she was obviously unsuccessful, "but for me, at best, Only one of the countless weak people you have pity and rescued, no matter what I want, no matter how much I want."
In the next second, the girl squeezed her fists and her arms trembled, seemingly suffering a lot of pain.
The dining room replied with disturbing silence.
There are only two breaths left: one side is trembling and unstable, and one side is long and dull.
Selma bit his teeth, the eyes behind the nose glasses soaked in tears, and the chin trembled.
Finally, a drop of crystal fell from her left eye corner.
Tyles closed his eyes and he sighed and bowed his head.
Selma clenched her teeth. She reached out and trembled but firmly wiped the tears from her left face, but she couldn’t stop the tears from falling down from the right eye: "So, you will never put me with you." In the world, I will never treat me as yours, yours..."
She can't say anymore.
Selma tilted her head to the other side, not letting Tells see her tears.
"That's all the meaning of 'take me away' - take away a weak person who needs to be saved, no more than you can rescue any puppy on the street, because that's where I am in your eyes."
"Selma..." Taylors sighed, and he tried his best to force himself to speak, while deliberately avoiding the topic he didn't want to talk about most: "Maybe you shouldn't think so much, we are always Partners who have been fighting side by side..."
"partner?"
"Do not."
"You said, Lena Tebak is like a sly diamond, shining under the sun, letting you forget," Selma smiled with tears in his eyes, but his expression was stunned: "Compared The Selma of Longyan City, no, the little slick of Longyan City is probably just an annoying and incompetent weak, waiting for your charity and protection."
Tyres squeezed his fists.
"Of course not," he gritted his teeth and squeezed a few words from his teeth: "You...you are different to me."
"different?"
The girl took a deep breath and she took off her glasses and wiped away the tears on her face.
Selma shook his head and whispered with a sobbing voice:
"No, Tyres, six years, I know you too well."
"Maybe you haven't noticed yourself: the women who will really appreciate and admire you, only those strong, independent, self-exciting, dazzling girls, your eyes will always shine for them."
Tyres frowned.
"For example, the female duke, she can make you admire even if it is thousands of miles away; for example, the female lady, as a teacher, even if she has not seen for six years, she has not faded from your heart for a moment; for example, the fortress The flower, she is the fighter who resisted the storm in the storm."
The second prince took a deep breath and only felt stiff tongue.
"Even the female vampire you said, the one who betrayed you and pushed you to desperation, called Salina or what is Talina's ugly."
"At least she is strong and terrible. It can make you mention every time, be wary, and put her in the most critical position in your eyes."
Selma put on her pinch-nose glasses again, and the eyes were slightly red and swollen around her eyes.
"Only people like them can attract your attention, make you unforgettable, stand in front of you, look directly into your eyes, talk to you equally and independently," her tone replied calm, but in the statement The emotions are full of enthusiasm: "And that will only shrink in the library, be compliant with the vassals, fear the politics, and face the girl who is shivering with difficulties, she can't..."
"She can only hide in the corner of your eyes forever, be protected forever, be led, be pitiful, and will always be helped by you, benefited by you, and will help you."
"You can never stand in the same world with you."
"Even if you are as noble as you, even if you are kind, like you, even if you are kind, like you, it is no different from my vassals: only strong can make them obey. Similarly, only independent and self-reliant women can make you look at them - for example Before, the female soldier in the black sand collar."
"And if I am only a weak girl, I will gain contempt and contempt from the vassals. When you are here, you will be condescending mercy and sympathy."
Taylor has nothing to say.
He wanted to tell her not to tell her that it was all unnecessary speculation.
but……
Taylors remembered what the daughter of Kim Silk had told him:
[Many times, just because of your concern, consideration, and companionship, you will feel that she is safe and puts down her worries and vigilance. 】
[But the problem is that she is not safe. 】
[She shouldn’t think so. 】
Yes, little slippery, Selma, what is it for herself? Because of the responsibility brought by you? Detained because of pity?
Still because of her...
Taylor looked up and looked at the girl's beautiful face, and it was slightly reddened against the platinum color, only to feel a depression inside.
The little girl who looked up in the library seemed to appear again in front of her eyes.
For six years, when I brought her out of the hall, I probably didn't think about it today.
However, six years, I thought I knew her very well.
I thought I was helping her, protecting her, and wishing for her in a wishful way...
Tyres sighed: but in fact, I never knew her and didn't try to understand her.
Just treat her as...
"Have you forgotten, Tyres," Selma looked at the broth that had been cooled in the plate, seemingly subconsciously smirking: "You told me before, you don't want me to be forced, Become what others want,"
"You want me to be the person I want to be."
This time, the female grandfather of Longyan City did not hesitate and raised his eyes without hesitation.
"and so……"
"I refuse, Tyres."
The girl did not have a head and did not look elsewhere. She looked straight at the eyes of Tells and said with a certain tone:
"I won't go with you."
"If I listened to you, squatting away, retreating and leaving, gladly leaving, then I can only be the little girl who was helped by you."
"I'm fed up with being a little girl, Tyres," Selma exhaled, his face pale and holding his belly, only to see her biting her teeth, her eyes firm: "I'm fed up to do yours." 'Little girl, fed up with the danger of being taken away by you, living in the greenhouse."
Selma’s eyes flashed in the depths of the cold, releasing an indescribable sense of coldness behind the lens:
And, as the female grandfather of Longyan City, I will not, and can’t leave with a star prince – no matter what What kind of difficulties and obstacles, strong enemy wars, here are my home, I was born in Sri Lanka, and will die in Sri Lanka."
Until one day, I can stand face to face with you.
Taylors.
She is silent.
The room responded with silence.
The female grandfather and the prince sat on the sides of the dining table, quietly squatting, as if the food on the table was just furnishings.
It’s been a century before, and Taylors finally opened his mouth.
"Selma..."
He did not know whether he was losing himself or to the other side, whispering: "Okay."
The second prince sighed long and his eyes were dim: "I know."
Selma chuckled and let go of the hand that pressed the abdomen, his face slightly slower.
"Nothing."
The mood of the female grandfather seems to be quite low, she shook her head.

I know,
she said faintly:
I know that you are only an occasional impulse.

Tyres slightly frowned.
she was……
"You are not alone, Tyres." Selma looked out the window, his face complex, as if looking at a painting that was covered with a scarf and difficult to distinguish.
"There is your country, your people behind you."
"What are the consequences of kidnapping the female grandfather of Longyan City? Have you considered it?" The female grandfather seems to be ridiculed, shaking his head with a smile, but the smile seems to be quite difficult in the eyes of Taylors. "You bring Going away from me just keeps me away from troubles, but it will bring more terrible disasters to more people."
"If you come back," Selma sighed. "If you reconsider this choice, you won't say that again, because you want to save me, and you can't bear to see them suffering. The reason is the same."
"In this world, there is probably no girl who deserves such a big price."
Taylors clenched his fist.
Do not.
You, you are still different after all.
you are……
you are……
At this time, the door of the dining room rang.
"Ms., prince, I am bothered," the thick voice of Count Count Brisbane came: "Can I come in?"
The strange atmosphere in the room seemed to be broken in an instant.
Tyres and Selma quickly packed up their moods, adjusted their status, and greeted the Regents.
The Count of Brisbane was still in the serious attire, his expression was light, and he did not seem to see the red eyes of the woman, nor did he see the prince’s lost look.
However, at the moment of the opening of Brisbane, listening to his unusual tone, Taylors had an ominous premonition.
really.
"Lord of the Grand Duke, Prince of Teres, the letter from the city of Qiyuan has just arrived."
The words of Brisbane made the two of them look right.
"The Freedom League’s veteran meeting is over: the first temptation letter has been sent to the city of Qiyuan, and it is proposed to lower the tariff."
Selma took a breath: "So say..."
Brisbane nodded and looked solemn: "Praying for the city, Kuri Kun Ronnie has issued a warrant to fully mobilize all the forces and materials of his immediate territory and vassals, and recall the guerrillas stationed in the desert. Fully blockade the borders to the West."
Taylor's eyes are slightly tightened.
In the hall of the hero, the image of the stalwart long-haired grandfather reappeared in his mind.
At that moment, Brisbane’s expression was extremely solemn:
At the same time, he sent a large-scale official mission, and will soon arrive at Longyan City.

Tyres and Selma looked at each other with a confused mind.
The prince looked up: "Ronnie sent a formal mission, it should be more than just saying hello - I guess, he already knows that the black sands sent people?"
Brisbane raised his eyebrows slightly and snorted as if blaming Tyres for his actions.
"Please be prepared, two, no matter who is behind the game," the regent's eyes swept over the two, his words as if with the power of brewing storms, shrouded this small dining room:
"It has already begun."
"The storm will come."
(End of this chapter)