Chapter 115: One man's rebellion, a murder that will never change...
“Bang…bang…bang…”
In the long and dim corridor, Neve leaned against the not-so-smooth wall, clutching her pounding heart, the sound of her pulse ringing in her ears.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying her best to suppress all her chaotic thoughts. The breath she exhaled was intermittent and trembling.
Why, could she hear the conversation between God and the Pope in the church in Iscana?
She opened her eyes and saw that the Pope, who had suddenly turned into a woman not long ago, ordered her and Reilly to go to the capital of Iscana, asking them to supervise the implementation of the new church rules and also gave Reilly a document.
To be fair, Neve did not think that her status was sufficient to represent the Pope, but she came anyway.
She is neither smart nor stupid, otherwise she would not have been chosen by the former Marquis of Casely. She has become accustomed to being a chess piece and thinking like a chess piece.
She stood up straight and subconsciously turned into her former maid Neve again. She recalled the conversation between the Pope and the goddess in her mind, and the gentleness in her eyes and eyebrows that had been there for years was washed away by the dullness.
For a small person like her, this unique exception is not a good thing.
Someone was trying to pull her out of her current role as a chess piece; they were adding chips to her.
There were footsteps in the distance in the corridor. Neve looked over nonchalantly. It was Raylord.
She looked at this man who was secretly crazy, burying all her emotions under her ordinary brown eyes.
She thought, she needed a weapon that was sharp enough to kill people, preferably one that could kill with one blow.
I will do well.
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Paditsa Palace-Palace Gardens
The sweet fragrance of flowers filled Vifiya's nose, and she secretly glanced at the servant who led her.
A few days after being summoned by the king, except for Osa who was very busy recently, the others had more free time. However, one day after Kaharun went out, he was not in a good state. He kept it secret, so she did not ask much.
Although some nobles of Iscana have taken the initiative to ask to see her in the past few days, they are basically supporters of certain major nobles.
She met a few of them, and they all seemed to be testing something.
As expected, today the Crown Prince of Iskanar took the initiative to invite her and asked her to come alone.
Arnold is now waiting outside the garden.
She glanced at the crown prince who was already waiting in the greenhouse in front of her, and quickly looked away.
Before coming here, North, who was officially employed by them, did not recommend her to come alone. Her expression was indescribable: "The Crown Prince does whatever he wants. He once killed Miss Miller's entire family in order to get her..."
Vifia's eyes fell on the door of the greenhouse opened by the servant. North had not finished speaking yesterday, but Vifia knew that she had heard that Crown Prince Iskanar had killed all of her family members in order to get a daughter of an earl.
She looked at Ferdin, who saw her coming and had no intention of getting up.
In the entire greenhouse, besides the crown prince, there was also one of his knights.
She stepped forward, the free-spirited Crown Princess. Coincidentally, she was also quite free-spirited sometimes.
She saluted him casually, and before Ferdin extended his hand, she stood up and sat down. "Thank you for your invitation, Your Highness. I wonder what your Highness wants to hear from you."
It was as if he had never seen a woman be so rude to him before. Before Ferdin could finish his words of scolding, Vifia's words stabbed him back in his stomach.
"Your Highness, please forgive my impoliteness. You are the Crown Prince, and I am the Marquis. I believe Your Highness is busier than I am. Let's cut to the chase and not waste each other's time."
The series of words from the other side caught him off guard, and the anger that he subconsciously wanted to vent was somehow extinguished. He always remembered what the king had said to him, to make the Marquis of Caseley his princess, no matter what method was used.
Only then did Ferdin look her up and down seriously. She was indeed pretty, with golden hair that looked like gold. It would be nice to play with it in his hands. But those eyes...
The moment they looked at each other, his red pupils were filled with mockery and a hint of coldness.
"Your Highness, you are rude." Vifiya said. She found that the crown prince was even dumber than she expected. If he was not pretending, he was really stupid.
He was present when the king summoned them that day, so he should know that the last person who looked at her like that had his eyes gouged out by her, so he should have to restrain himself a little.
He didn't know why, this was the first time he saw someone look at him like this, but it reminded him of the woman named Avril. That day, she broke into his bedroom and beat his face until it was swollen, but his father didn't even punish her!
He was getting more and more unable to hold his breath, and even felt unhappy when he saw Vifiya across from him. If he hadn't kept the king's instructions in mind, he would definitely...
"Your Highness." The knight behind him spoke.
Vifia glanced at the knight and saw that Ferdin, who seemed a little angry at first, quickly calmed down. She smiled and said, "My Lord, you must have had a hard time on your way here. This is the special wine provided by our Iskanar royal family. Would you like to try it?"
The topic was too awkward, and Vifiya looked down at the wine that had already been poured. Could it be what she thought? No way? Could a crown prince be so foolish?
Under Ferdin's gaze, she picked up the wine glass and took a light sniff. She knew exactly what potion was in it.
The bard was a qualified teacher. Even though she had no talent for herbs, he taught her many types of potions. Just because she couldn't make them didn't mean she couldn't recognize them.
Drugs, that's too stupid. It's undeniable that this is the first time she has seen such a stupid person, and he's the crown prince of a country. What did the king teach him?
Vifiya gently put down the wine glass, and Ferdin's face suddenly became extremely ugly: "Doesn't the Marquis give me face?"
She stared at the crown prince in front of her with indifferent eyes, unable to bear her temper, and failure was almost written on her face.
Are there really such stupid people in this world?
"Bang!" The door of the greenhouse was suddenly pushed open, and a red-haired woman came hurriedly with her skirt lifted up, followed by several servants who could not stop her.
Vifiya looked in the direction of the voice and saw an extremely beautiful woman. All the flowers in the room were not as beautiful as her.
The woman's face was tearful, and she walked straight towards the crown prince as if she was looking at some ungrateful person.
Out of the corner of his eye, the Crown Prince suddenly stood up and hurriedly stopped the woman, saying in annoyance, "Peyton, what are you doing here?"
Peyton Miller, the lady whose entire family was murdered by the Crown Prince, if her previous information was correct, the Miller family was harmonious...
Vifiya couldn't help but look at the crying woman leaning on the crown prince out of curiosity, but she happened to meet her sidelong gaze.
In just a moment, Peyton looked away. Even when she was crying, her voice was as beautiful as she was: "Your Highness, didn't you say that you love me? What are you doing now?"
Without waiting for Ferdin to say anything, she pointed at the calm and composed Vifiya and cried tremblingly: "Please let her go, let her go."
Ferdin hadn't seen her cry for a long time. The last time he saw her cry was when he killed her brother. At that time, she didn't even have him in her eyes.
Peyton raised her head in his arms, and Ferdin only saw himself in her eyes. The hand he held her tightly was trembling, which he himself did not expect.
She belonged to him alone.
This is what he has been trying to do. In some hidden corner, he felt that the empty space was filled.
Realizing that Peyton might be jealous, Ferdin turned around and said to Vifiya viciously: "You can go now, Marquis Kesley!"
Vifiya stood up without hesitation and looked at Peyton deeply. Before she could look away, Ferdin glared at her, blocking her view.
Vifiya was speechless for a moment. She really didn't know how to evaluate the crown prince. Was his sharpness only present in Miss Peyton?
She left without looking back, but she had to thank the lady for arriving in time, making her escape unexpectedly easy.
The purpose of coming here has been achieved. We have determined what the king wants to do and how difficult it is to deal with the crown prince.
Vifiya stepped back into the garden. From a distance, she could still vaguely hear Payton crying, "Your Highness, haven't you always been proving to me that you love me?"
It was incredible. Vifia suppressed all the emotions in her eyes. When she looked at Peyton just now, she even wanted to see something in her eyes, but she saw nothing. It was as if a woman in love was really accusing a man who wanted to marry someone else.
The sweet fragrance of flowers surrounded her. Without Ferdin's order, none of the servants in the greenhouse could lead her back. However, she had her necklace to guide her, so it was not a big problem for her, and she still remembered the way back.
Turning another corner, Vifiya frowned, not quite understanding why the royal family of Iskanar would plant flowers with such a sweet fragrance. Perhaps the royal family had a unique taste.
She quickened her pace, thinking that she still needed to cross a flower corridor, but she slowed down when she saw the flower corridor.
In my sight, a woman was standing against the pillar of the porch with her arms folded. Hearing footsteps, the woman glanced at Vifiya lightly.
Her eyes were truly emotionless, and she didn't miss the frown on Vifiya's brow that had disappeared.
Vifia stopped three meters away from her. She remembered her, the person who stood beside the king that day. If she remembered correctly, she was the king's ninth daughter, Aulite, an extremely cold person.
She looked at Vifia again, and this time she tilted her head slightly, enough for Vifia to see the color of her pupils.
Her purple eyes inevitably reminded her of the Pope, who also had purple pupils. No, hers were darker than the Pope's.
"Does it smell bad?" To Vifiya's surprise, the princess actually spoke on her own initiative. Her voice was as indifferent as she was, but...
Vifiya remembered the voice.
If it was just an accidental encounter with a princess, Vifiya would not think too much about it. She raised her eyelids and looked straight into Avilite's eyes.
A princess who looks like an adult, with chubby cheeks that have not faded from her childishness. She looks quite cute, but her whole person is indifferent.
Her eyes wandered unscrupulously over Eulite's shoulders and other places where she had been injured.
Avril stood in the middle of the flower corridor, letting Vifia look at her casually. After an unknown amount of time, her gaze fell on those red eyes and she said, "Let's go to my palace and talk."
She seemed certain that Vifiya would not refuse.
It turns out that she really wouldn't say no.
She had once developed a strong curiosity about this princess. When she became a marquis in her tenth generation, a princess from another country planned a murder. No, it wasn't a murder. To be precise, the Segarot Empire defined this as a rebellion.
One man's rebellion.
She single-handedly broke into the palace, killed the crown prince, and seriously injured the current king. She was just a step away from replacing the throne.
Vifiya had studied this matter carefully. She was an incredible person. For a human being, she was extremely strong. She blocked thousands of soldiers at that time by herself, and she was almost unharmed. Not to mention that she was surrounded at that time, and all the surrounding troops had to be mobilized to support the troops in the capital.
But the princess failed. Vifiya didn't know how she died. She seriously injured the king. It was said that before she died, her sword was so sharp that it pierced through a series of soldiers and no one could stop it, and it hit the king directly.
This was her final blow, and the king was dying, and he could never leave his bed again.
Until Vifiya died, in the two lives she came back to, the princess had never done anything earth-shattering, just like before. It was as if the tenth life was only in her mind, and everything about Avril was just a memory disorder.
In the thirteenth life, she was in prison and heard that the ninth princess of Iskanar had killed the king, but was stabbed in the back by Peyton Miller, the crown prince's concubine.
Could such a person be killed so easily? Vefiya didn't want to think about it any more, because she would also be burned at the stake the next day.
A heavy snowfall that never stops.
The Maan Palace was unexpectedly warm. Arnold took Vifiya's cloak and followed her and Avril.
In the dim corridor, candlelight flickered. There was no servant here. There were only three of them. Vifiya quickly realized that the place where Avulite took her to talk was not the study where she usually handled affairs.
Vifiya didn't care about her silence along the way. She just turned her head and glanced at the paintings on the wall. There was really nothing special about them, and Aulite didn't want to introduce them to her.
Until she saw a wanted poster for stealing treasures from the Padica Palace.
After seeing the name on the wanted poster, Vifiya stopped.
A wanted poster appeared in a corridor full of paintings, which was out of place.
Avril stopped and followed her gaze, her eyes fixed on the name on the wanted poster: Gina.
"Who is she?" Vifiya asked with a hint of tentativeness, as if she heard the name for the first time, but she was simply curious about the appearance of a wanted poster here.
She did not forget Marlene's request. Although Marlene was talking about Ulucia and the possibility of having the same name could not be ruled out, she still decided to ask one more question.
Avrilite's eyes did not change. She stared into Vifiya's eyes for a long time and said, "Marquis, this matter is not simple."
In just a moment, Vifiya understood the meaning of her words: "What do you want?"
Avril said calmly, "Gina once killed a prince for a princess named Marlene."
She answered the question irrelevantly, but Vifiya understood what she meant. She was placing her bet and she was seeing if she would follow suit.
Could such a person really die so easily?
Also, regarding Gina, if it's just one name that's the same, then what about the two names that are connected?
"How much can you tell me?"
"If you want all of it, that's fine with me."
Vifiya, whose attention had been on the wanted poster, couldn't help but look over and found that she was not joking. She didn't care about this so-called secret.
Of course, the premise is that Vifiya can help her.
Avril said nothing and continued to lead them forward.
Although things went a little differently than she had imagined, they went smoothly, and even the other benefits she had prepared were not used at all.
She didn't expect that the Marquis of Casely would be interested in this wanted poster, which she had specially placed in this place for a long time.
She didn't care why she was interested in the wanted poster. She didn't care whether she knew the wanted criminal or had other motives.
They walked all the way to the end, and when Avril opened the door of the room, Vifiya turned around and motioned Arnold to wait outside.
Given how strong Aulite is, if she really wants to do something to her, Arnold alone may not be able to stop her.
The study, where a fire had already been lit, was as warm as expected.
After the two sat down, Avrilite was not embarrassed and got straight to the point: "My body has been modified."
Vifiya concealed the surprise in her eyes. If this was the reason, then it would explain why her body was different from that of normal humans.
"So, I have a certain sensitivity to magic." She stared at Vifiya, "You have a magician by your side."
Their eyes met, neither of them giving in.
"I need them to make me a magical artifact."
Her frankness was almost excessive, forcing Vifiya to look at her again.
They all knew where the subtle trust between them came from at this moment.
At least, they understood that even if the deal was not done, they would not bring the conversation in the study outside.
Vifiya keenly realized that she was talking about them.
"What magical artifact?" she asked.
Avril's fingertips on the chair arm twitched slightly, and she lowered her eyes. "To be precise, it's a replacement that looks real enough."
She raised her eyelids, and her purple pupils seemed to be trying to take in every little expression on Vifiya's face.
She was betting that the magician beside the girl in front of her was powerful enough, so powerful that their magic power and their magic products would not be noticed by anyone.
After all, if the magician who made the sapphire necklace for the king was not powerful enough, she would not be able to complete the body transformation experiment alone.
The wails of the past still echoed in her mind, and she couldn't tell whether they were hers or someone else's.
There was no disguising her scrutiny, a look Vifiya knew well, and she was weighing whether or not to reveal more information to her.
Vifiya sat up straight and leaned forward, her fingertips resting on the table in front of her. "I can help you inquire about this matter, but as my reward, I require the answers to two questions. First, who is Gina? Second, why do you know so much about this?"
The wanted warrant is still there, so there is a high probability that Gina is alive. In addition, since there is an inside story in this matter, what role does Aulite, who seems so familiar with this matter, play in it?
As for Marlene's identity, until everything becomes clear, we can only put this issue aside for the time being.
Although the fact that her body had been modified was unusual, Vifiya knew very well that it was best not to ask too much about such things, especially when the other person was unwilling to talk more.
It's not an unreasonable request, but...
Ai Wuli turned her head and stared at the fireplace not far away, which was burning brightly. "Gina is a commoner, a slave." She paused. "I will answer the following questions when you give me a clear answer."
For her, it made no difference whether she told this matter or not, but it meant something different to the king. The king did not want others to know about this, so he threatened her.
Although his threat was not serious, Avril had no intention of making this matter public. Now was not the right time.
She could have told Vifiya everything directly, but she also knew that she needed enough bargaining chips to cooperate with Vifiya.
She has been waiting.
Waiting for the opportunity that has not appeared for a long time, an opportunity to take away the king's sapphire necklace, an opportunity for her to truly regain control of her life.
If it weren't for this necklace, if her life wasn't forced to be in the king's hands, she wouldn't have been constrained for so long.
Vefiya fell silent, constantly summarizing all the known information in her mind and speculating. Finally, she asked tentatively, "If His Majesty the King knew about your meeting with me..."
Avril didn't look at her, but stood up and took out some parchment with words written on it and a necklace from the bookshelf beside her, and handed them to Vifia.
The purple pupils remained cold: "It's okay, let him know."
The fireplace crackled with a faint sound, and tiny sparks were trapped in the small space and kept jumping, not much different from the snow falling in the wind outside the window.
The wind kept carrying the snowflakes, making them fly up, fall down, and finally land lightly on a ring.
The weather was getting colder. Keith carefully wiped the ring inlaid with a small gem and carefully hid the ring in the Nobaizhao on his chest.
He held his heartbeat.
This kind of surprise proposal seems to be very common in other countries, but Minnie unexpectedly likes it. When they were reading together before, although she didn't say it, he could still sense that she liked this kind of surprise.
On the street, even though the wind was biting cold, the women on the porch were still wearing thin clothes, and the emptiness in their eyes seemed to be able to suck him into the vortex.
Keith took a quick glance and quickly looked away. The weather was getting cold, and he would remind Minnie to wear more clothes when he got back. No, he still had some money left from this month's salary, so when he got back, he would take her to buy new clothes.
The hand holding Nuo Baizhao tightened slightly, and his pace could not help but quicken, and quicken again. His eyes dimmed. He knew clearly that he was just a civilian knight who had luckily joined the palace guard. What could he change? He would be ostracized by the knights in the guard, not to mention... them...
He knew what he was enjoying. The world was unfair to Minnie and unfair to her mother. It was because he lacked the courage.
He hoped that someone would do it, someone would change it, but he himself hid in a tree hole, curled up and dared not go out.
He was worried that if he turned around, he would not be able to find Minnie, his lover, his gentle lover, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
As long as he could protect Minnie and their future, that would be enough.
"Bang, bang, bang." Although the streets were noisy, he could still clearly hear his own heartbeat. It was beating faster and more frantic than before.
Why was he panicking? Was he afraid Minnie would reject him? But would Minnie be unwilling? If she wasn't, what would he do?
The sound of his heartbeat was overwhelming, overcoming his breathing and the snowflakes falling from the sky.
A disheveled woman stumbled over and, upon seeing them, she breathlessly shouted, "Quick! Quick! A group of men have come to Minnie's house..."
His panicked heartbeat finally stopped.
The rushing wind and snow hit his face, and he turned around again, looking at the woman from afar.
The woman shouted, "Leave me alone!" The woman ignored the various looks from the men on the street. She squatted down, shivering with cold, and grabbed a handful of snow as if nothing had happened. When the men were about to come towards her one by one, she started running.
Her palm tightly grasped the bright circle that fell from Nuo Baizhao.
No one had ever given her this thing, but she knew it was a ring.
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