Chapter 18: Prince and Thief

Mo Lin ran to the building in the morning light, and just walked to the street, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart.
There were no pedestrians on the street in the early morning, but two black beggars suddenly appeared at the corner of the street.
The two beggars seemed to have inflexible legs and legs, and their tattered clothes seemed to be covered with butterflies. However, the two beggars came to Mo Lin within nearly forty yards in a blink of an eye.
Seeing the two coming over, Morin begged him with a broken basin in his hands, but their teeth were white when they laughed.
For Moline who had just escaped from the cage, any crisis would make him extremely nervous. He immediately pulled out two daggers and ran straight to the building.
"Come on, stop him!" One of the beggars couldn't hide his whereabouts when he saw the situation and said aloud immediately.
The two beggars rushed towards Mo Lin immediately, but Mo Lin had already stepped on the green carpet of the ramp steps of the building. He stepped out of the three steps in one step and entered the tall stone door in a flash.
Morin entered the foyer, turned a stone screen, and entered a tall, holy, long hall.
In the middle of the lobby, there is a red carpet with gold edges, and white marble beams are arranged on both sides, and there is a red copper cross-shaped light stand between each beam and the carpet.
A girl with thick brown long hair, dressed in a moon-white elegant robe, was pointing at her toes and fanned out the five candles one by one.
As soon as Morin entered the lobby, he saw the girl and ran towards her with two daggers, hoping to ask her to provide shelter.
The girl saw Morin running towards her with a dagger in hand, and looked at him. It was so dirty and terrifying that she yelled in horror.
Morin thought the sound was familiar, but before he could find the lost treasure in the drawer of memory, he heard a loud shout:
"Stop, how dare you do such a thing in this sacred place!"
As the sound rang, a young man over five feet tall, holding a long sword in his hand, couldn't help but say that a charge struck Morin.
This "charge" skill is a soldier's housekeeping ability, and it is almost a required course for soldiers to enter. The charge of each soldier will also vary due to different strengths and qualifications.
During the rapid advance of the charged young man, an oval pale white air shield wrapped around him, and behind him was a layer of phantom.
Seeing the other person rushing over, Morin was too late to open his mouth to speak, his body dangling, and at the same time the dagger was lifted and thrust towards the man's armpit.
"What a sinister thief!" the young man shouted, immediately flipping his wrist and slashing his sword.
This angle of the sword just sealed Mo Lin's dagger. Where Mo Lin was willing to touch him hard, he immediately withdrew the dagger, and at the same time moved to the left, came to the youth's right hand, and continued to attack him with his dagger.
The young man saw that he was an experienced thief, and immediately withdrew his right foot and turned right, facing Mo Lin.
As he turned his body, the silver sword in his right hand slashed again.
This sword is not comparable to the previous one. At the same time that the long sword was split, a blue-blue light was irradiated from the blade, and with the trend of the blade, he chopped off to Morin's dagger and himself. .
Morin immediately withdrew the dagger again, but his left arm was swept by the blue-blue light. It was only this time that Morin's leather coat on his left arm cracked.
This was a surprise to Morin. He had never seen such an attack, and he didn't expect that light to be offensive.
The young man regretted that Mo Lin was not injured, then raised his sword to attack Mo Lin again.
This time Mo Lin was afraid to carelessly, and fixed his eyes on the young man's blade, only to see that the young man's blade only cut out that kind of light blade intermittently.
With a rough understanding of the opponent's power, Morin began his powerful offensive.
One of the two's weapons shone with light, and one was like a shadow.
Morin waved his dagger to block the opponent's attack while accelerating his speed.
After a while, the young man felt that his eyes could not keep up with Mo Lin. He often cut off with a sword, but Morin was no longer there.
For Morin, this young man is also the most powerful of his opponents except for "grimace".
Mo Lin always wanted to pass the speed and hurt him in the gap of the young attack, but this man could always come back through the figure and the long sword. So that if Mo Lin wants to stab the opponent, he will also be hit by the opponent's long sword, resulting in a result of both losses.
This result was not what Morin wanted, he continued to think about how to win in the attack, and suddenly the soft carpet under his feet gave him an inspiration.
Morin kept driving the young man to the edge of the carpet, and when the young man turned to step again, he suddenly lifted the carpet with his feet. Where did the young man notice his feet, and the foot he took was mixed on the carpet.
As a result, the youth was slightly unstable, and his movements slowed down. Morin seized this opportunity and immediately rushed to the back of the youth. The two daggers pierced the back of the youth like black snakes.
"Be careful!" the girl reminded the youth loudly.
Morin heard this sound, and there was a sense of jealousy in his heart, and the dagger stabbed fiercely.
At this moment of crisis, the young man should immediately roll over to avoid, but he is a person with strong self-esteem and how can he make himself disgraced in front of his beloved girl?
Honor is more important to some people than life.
The young man was such a man. He shouted, and suddenly a blood-red light formed a film-like shield that protected his back.
Moline's dagger hit the shield, and the shield immediately sunk, but then the shield returned to its original state, and Moline was shocked by the rebound of the shield and flew backwards.
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The young man turned around immediately, staring at Mo Lin's place, and immediately turned into a phantom, charging towards Mo Lin.
On the way to the charge, the young sword stabs straight out, the sword glows blue and blue, cuts off the pale air, and hits the falling Morin.
"His prince! Don't kill here!" the girl shouted in shock.
But everything was too late, and the long sword had pierced Mo Lin's falling figure.
Hearing the sound of metal scraping that made people squeeze their teeth, the girl covered her ears and saw two sparks flashing on the Prince's sword.
It turned out that Mo Lin saw that he was in midair to avoid the inevitable. When the long sword stabbed, the muscles of the whole body forced the body in one direction, and turned the body, while holding the dagger upside down, colliding with the long sword.
Morin used the power of the dagger to collide with the long sword twice, rotating his body and flying away behind the young man. The young man bowed his head and let Moline, before he responded, his neck was buckled by Moline's arm.
With the help of buckling the prince's neck, Morin stopped his body from flying backwards. His feet had just landed, and the dagger in his hand immediately became flexible.
The prince had just turned around to get rid of Moline, but Moline's dagger was already on his neck.
"Don't move, unless you really want to die here!" Morin's icy voice rang behind the prince, while his other dagger also pressed against the prince's waist.
The prince "you" uttered a word in shame.
"Don't kill" the girl looked back and forth at the two, and swallowed back the words that had pleaded for Morin.
Just now the rabbit rose and fell, and the form changed instantly. The girl's thinking was still in a state of rigidity.
After a while of silence, the girl didn’t need to make any judgments, and said directly to Morin:
Please let him go, but he is His Royal Highness Prince Varian, I assure you that if you let him go, he will not retaliate against you, He is an open-minded person."
"Ha ha ha." Mo Lin said with a sorrowful tone after a strange laugh, "Why, is this prince your lover? You say, if he is your lover, I let him go."
"What are you talking about? I don't have a lover!" the girl said darkly.
"Isabel, don't you accept me?" Varian said excitedly when she heard the girl's words, "You know how much I love you! For you to die under this little thief's dagger, I will not hesitate!"
"No, Prince Varian," Isabel said solemnly, "I have told you more than once, I already have someone I like, just"
"It's just that he hasn't appeared since he disappeared in Flagard Town three years ago, hasn't he?" Varian said excitedly, "Isabel, give up the past, he will not appear again, this inexplicably missing None of the children can be recovered."
"If Morin will never show up again, I will devote myself to the Holy Light!" Isabel said firmly. "I will use my life to spread the gospel of the Holy Light to the poor people. Sorry, Prince Varian, we can be sincere Friends, but only friends!"
Prince Varian laid down his sword in his hand and said desolately, "Isabel, I beg you to give me a chance, your Moline will never show up, why should you?"
"Shut up, His Royal Highness!" said Mo Lin, who immediately lifted Varian's chin with his dagger. "The person you said will never appear again is standing here now!"
"What?" Varian asked in surprise.
Isabel stared at Morin with wide eyes, her clear and bright eyes filled with shock, joy and disbelief.
Morin retracted the dagger against Varian's waist and reached out to uncover his mask.
The two looked at each other quietly. Although the two people's appearance had changed a little in the past three years, the moment they saw each other, the two confirmed that they were the lover in their hearts.
"But why is his (her) face distorted and blurred? This will not be that dream again!" the two thought.
The hot tears flowed across their cheeks, and they realized that the tears had captivated their eyes.
Isabel came to Moline slowly, and Moline put down her dagger and walked towards her. Prince Varian’s handsome and determined green eyes looked at the two who approached. He did not believe that there would be such a miracle in this world: the person who should have disappeared appeared!
He looked at them as if falling into a nightmare, neither moving nor removing his eyes. He just looked at his beloved Isabel in the arms of the dirty, thin boy.
He saw Isabelle crying so emotionally, but then he smiled again.
Ah, how beautiful this is! Just like the morning dew above that rose refracted the glory of the rising sun.
It turned out that this was her most beautiful moment, but this beauty was neither born of me nor owned by me.
Prince Varian picked up the long sword on the ground. He looked at the long sword and then at Morin: "You shouldn't appear, you shouldn't!"
Jealousy and anger distorted the prince's heart, and he stepped closer to Morin step by step. At this time, Moline only focused on Isabel in her arms, and wiped the tears off her eyes.
Prince Varian raised his sword, just like people praying by holding the Holy Candle. He glanced at the sword body before piercing the long sword. An evil twisted face reflected on the sword.
"Who is this?" Varian thought in shock. "This is me. How can I become like this?"
He looked at the long sword, and then at Mo Lin, and he was really ashamed of his thoughts and actions.
When the father gave this'glare' sword to himself, he said to himself: "Child, one day you will be crowned king, then you must remember that the power and power in your hands are used to defend the country. With the people, maintain justice and justice. You must not abuse the power in your hand for your own selfish desires. You must know that your power is like this sword, and its blade can accomplish and destroy you."
Varian looked at Isabel again and thought of her clanging words "If Morin will never appear again, I will devote myself to the Holy Light!" A girl can still do this, but I am a prince because of personal feelings And do mean things?
"Isabel, I wish you happiness!" Varian said, taking back the sword, "I will fight for my people and justice all my life, and swear to this Holy Light in the name of my father!"
Moline hugged Isabel, a relaxed smile on the corner of his mouth, and the hand sliding towards the dagger also changed direction, touching Isabel's smooth face.