Chapter 1289: You will be crowned king

Chapter 1289, you will be crowned king
In the quiet corridor, the wheezing sound became heavier and heavier, as if he could see the mist from the shallow lips.
Instinctively resisted the sound that came to the ear at this time... In the middle, Lancelot began to see some of the other side's appearance - although it was already printed in the brain early.
What is she talking about, Aquitaine... Eleanor?
There is a familiar feeling. When the sensitive and exciting feelings of the whole body are about to drown out of reason, they quietly pass through the heart, and then a new round of quickness/sensing directly drowns it.
"The owner said that since this is the life of your holiday, no matter what you encounter, we will not give assistance... Then, the things that remain in your body will be forced out by yourself... or you intend , just give in."
I can't hear anything, only endless, like the tide... Lancelot's whole body is smashed, knees down on the floor, and the head touches the floor.
The body is constantly groaning.
Then... the dull snoring sounded.
When she looked up again, she noticed that her eyes were a little clearer, and her lips were covered with blood – and the bitten arm.
At the end of her impending loss of reason, she chose to use her pain to stimulate her mind.
The method is not advisable, but obviously the effect is immediate.
"Here... queen... signal..."
Under extreme waking state, Lancelot struggled to say a few words - perhaps just subconscious behavior. When the endurance has exceeded the limit, and after saying these words, she fell directly to the ground.
The maidservant crouched down and reached out to sort out Lancelot's scattered hair and whispered, "What makes you unwilling to wake up. Even if...the holiday is not over."
"Queen...Support..."
Vaguely still able to hear, she was comatose, and there was such a voice on her lips.
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In the morning of 1940, June 2nd.
The port city of northeastern France...on the coastline, also known as the "chapel on the sand dunes."
What I can see is the army with low morale, like an ant slowly moving forward.
They have consumed too much physical strength and fighting spirit in these days - and behind them, the imperialist tanks and chariots are like fierce tigers.
"We can't support it for too long... Is there hope?"
"This retreat... I really want to go home."
"If, if I can't go back, please return my belongings to my hometown... my brother."
The fallen man... the person who fell down the road, can be seen everywhere.
Like a figure crawling out of the mud, like an old man on a sunset, stooping and walking... Their eyes are confused and fearful.
They should be trying to get up, but it seems that they should reach the limit, both mentally and physically.
Finally, another soldier fell on the road.
In the crowd, she ran to the soldier's side and hurriedly called: "Soldier, soldier! Sober! Clear..."
Her words didn't last long—the other soldiers seemed to know the ending, so they marched silently.
"Let's go, take his sign... Forgive me, I really have no physical strength to carry his body, Miss Nurse."
A veteran stayed by her side for a moment and patted her shoulder... No one knows the true identity of this muddy army nurse.
Who would know that such a small nurse who looks so bad will be the princess of their country?
The veteran finally pulled the military card from the body, shook his head, and then caught up with the front team - only she was holding this temperature, as if the heartbeat was still in the beaten body. ... the soldiers around me, bowed and walked silently.
Because time is really urgent.
"Who are you crying for, who are you, or they, Elizabeth."
When she looked up, she saw a pair of blue eyes... without their bad state, even wearing a military uniform, it was as dry as ever.
Elizabeth didn't know exactly how it was done... This family classroom has always been so mysterious, it is a ghost, even if walking with the army, it seems that no one knows her existence except herself.
Like a ghost.
"He...it should have been able to get help, and it shouldn't be thrown away halfway... they are. But why, going through such a war?"
"Why don't you go through the war."
The girl looked up incredulously, and the voice trembled. "Teacher... Do you think the war is correct?"
She said: "Do you think it is wrong, but it is also promoting the development of civilization. Just because of the desire for aggression, human beings will force themselves to become stronger. Without these desires, this human on the earth Perhaps it will only be children living in the Garden of Eden, and there is no civilization that has been ravaged so far... Blood is the soil for planting the flower of civilization. I should have taught you before."
The girl pessimistically looked back on the way to the retreat, the fallen bodies, the constant rush of the retreats in the past few days... just the childish princess who had just faded and covered her tears, helplessly seems to be lost The wings, the birds that are falling off the cliff.
"Are you hating your own weakness, Elizabeth."
Holding the body that gradually lost its temperature, the young princess had bitten his lips, and the answer revealed in his gaze had no need to explain anything.
"But I... I can't change anything at all. No matter how hard I try... Really, there is no way."
But she quickly recognized the reality, it is no longer the little girl who is in the warm castle, clamoring to learn riding strategy and fencing, to fight.
Throughout the year, I have tasted the cruelty of all kinds of wars. She is very clear about how small manpower is in the face of the collective and the war.

Even if you are just an individual, you can change that.

When the blue eyes look toward the young princess, she even has the feeling of being lost in the sea...
Forever, the world’s voice, appearance, and gaze are also forgotten.
"Even... just a person?"
"When you become king."
"Become... Wang?"
She reached out to her, and she subconsciously handed her hand to her palm, only to hear her whisper: "You will be crowned king."
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53 years, the second day of June...the British nation, Westminster Abbey (Westminster Abbey).
The court's maids and guards, as well as the police in the fog, had to look for the big man in this royal church.
There is still less than half an hour to start, the most important ceremony... But the one does not know where to go.
The urgency of everyone is already on the face.
She took all of this in her eyes... standing on top of the tower and looking down.
No longer a girl, nor a girl, she has experienced more than a decade after Pang’s unimaginable, she will eventually be king in this church.
"Is not coming... teacher."
The queen of the future, at this time with both hands holding a book that has been somewhat damaged in the corner: a French version of "Confessions."
She finally glanced at the entrance to the church and then slowly walked down... I don't know when, the mysterious family classroom disappeared from her life... life.
But in the years of teaching, she left too many memories.
- "You will be crowned as king."
On that day, this sentence is accompanied by the words of my life.
Thirteen years later, Princess Elizabeth came to the front of the auditorium where the ceremony was held... The people inside slowly opened the door for a future queen dressed up.
She looked inside, and the light came from inside, she just saw a blank.
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Oh, yeah.
The sound of the door opening suddenly alerted the Queen.
She was on a fake, sitting on the corner of the sofa... and on the lap, there was a dilapidated book.
At the moment of awakening, I saw the maidservant who opened the door. Her Majesty the first squatted, then revealed a smile... did not stand up.
She sat quietly in her arms – an impeccable sitting position.
"I just had a dream." Her Majesty whispered: "A little long dream."

I still like to do daydreaming, Elizabeth.
The maidservant also walked into the room with an impeccable smile and impeccable walking.
Of course... if it wasn’t for her time, she was grabbing Lancelot’s back collar and telling her that she was dragging her in, so it’s really impeccable.
"This kid, what happened?" Her Majesty glanced down and asked curiously.
"Probably self-esteem does not allow me to make some shameful things, so I chose to stun myself." You night said lightly.
"This is a strong child." Her Majesty showed her loving eyes.
The maidservant threw the Lancelot on the ground with ease. This made the Queen sighed and opened her mouth slightly. Finally, she smiled bitterly: "It still hasn't changed, teacher."
Yuyou looked around and said: "It seems that as a hijacked person, your situation is not too bad."
It’s not like the stone room of the monastery at the beginning... In the building of the British Parliament, probably can't find the bad conditions?
Strictly speaking, this is a study-like place - a place for special rest when the Queen arrives at the Parliament on weekdays.
"Probably forgive me for such a threatening old woman." The Queen smiled and slowly stood up: "Do you want tea? I brewed black tea."
"Do you still have this book?" The Queen Maid looked at the Queen... The Queen was carefully putting the book in action.
Her Majesty looked down at "Confessions" and smiled and said: "Occasionally, I will open it and see it. After all, the painful memories it brings to me are not too small."
The Queen quickly raised her head and stopped talking about the book. Instead, she curiously asked, "I have not seen the male partner around you."
"He is now experiencing something that will make him happy." Miss Maid said softly.
The Queen squatted and looked at it a little.
For a moment, the Queen’s gaze became soft.
The teacher, you have such a gentle side... It’s a lucky man. I’m suddenly jealous.

"So, I don't plan to waste too much time on you." Miss Maid said indifferently: "Now say...you call me with a black card, is there anything?"
The Queen slowly came to the tea table and brewed tea. He said inadvertently: "I didn't talk too much time in the theater before. I think... your male partner is also a tolerant person. People, this time, should be willing to leave it to me... Do you want to add sugar?"
The maidservant narrowed her eyes. "Little Elizabeth seems to have grown into a bad woman."
"Then I will put one, I remember you just added one at a time."
Her Majesty smiled and offered the black tea, and then asked coldly: "Speaking, the reason why the teacher will teach me is because my father and you have done any transactions."
"In general, the information about the transactions of the guests, we will be confidential." Miss Maid slowly sat down, picked up the cup, took a small drink, "Well, the technology of making tea has also improved.

"That again, it’s been sixty years... teacher." Her Majesty whispered.
"It’s just the time for this cup of tea." The maidservant was cold.
Her Majesty smiled and said: "It's still the same ruthless... There is something, I want the teacher to do it. You see my current situation..."
At this time, there was a slight footstep outside the room, and then... the door was knocked.
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The bullet-proof car, slowly docked in front of the gates of Westminster Palace - a 30-year-old man in military uniform, walked straight out of the driver's seat and then opened the back door .
I saw Sir Kimkins slowly coming out - on the other side of the door, there was Caesar down.
"Fortunately, O'Fin, my child." The old jazz said with a smile.
This is exactly the same as the Prime Minister, the officer of the [The-Fianna] base commander... that is, the adopted adopted by the old jazz.
The old jazz looked up at the Congress in front of him and suddenly said: "Actually, I don't really like this place."
As he said, he slowly climbed the ladder leading to the top. At the same time, Orphee held two wooden boxes, and he followed the old jazz.
Caesar looked blank and looked at Sir Kimkins, who had already reached the half of the steps, and suddenly said, "Pukins, remember your promise."
The jazz turned back and smiled and said: "Of course, my uncle... How can I betray the covenant between us. Rest assured, the next start of the Holy Grail will fulfill your wishes."
Caesar did not speak, but just followed it silently.
The physical strength of the old jazz seemed to have improved a bit, and the pace began to get faster - just then, at the end of the stairs, there was a figure.
One knee was on the ground... The face was pale, as if it had been hurt, and even the wound was clearly visible.
"Hey, Simpton." The jazz stopped. "You are back, I know, you won't let me down."
"I met a weirdo, the strength is terrible, I didn't even have a single blow." Simpton lowered his head, his voice did not rise and fall, and the magic sword in his hands raised.
The old jazz frowned, as if he had just thought of something from this simple description...
He asked Offen to take the sword and then reached up to help Simpton. "Don't care, my knight. I will give you more power... Coming soon. Come with me."
He walked past Simpton and walked forward... After a few steps, he found that Simpton was still in the same place. The old jazz turned and smiled and waved. "Come, don't have any stops."

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PS: Actually, I want to update it earlier, but my home has been out of power... Fortunately, there is no loss in this chapter. Otherwise I will give up sleeping...
(End of this chapter)