"I don't think they know." Senar said, "Even I only got the news this morning..."
"You want me to support him? Support him in gathering those lords and rebuilding the Golden Sparrow Dynasty, and then as a deal, he will help us keep an eye on the Elsa Continent?"
Senar pursed his lips and stopped talking again.
"..." The girl supported her head with her hands and massaged it while reading the entire letter again.
"It's not impossible," she said suddenly.
"But whether it's Goli or Elsa, if they want to gain deeper control, they have to carry the Xieyang Stone Carvings. Unfortunately, there have been many disturbances during this period, and the stone carvings produced are not enough for their own deployment..."
"You know, Senar, Bartlett alone is going to deploy 140,000 people at once. Do you think we have extra resources to do anything else?"
"It is up to Your Majesty to decide," said Senar.
"I am only informing His Majesty and reminding His Majesty... This is indeed a rare opportunity."
"The Goliaths don't have the courage." The girl said with a deep look in her eyes.
"It just so happens that we are here during this period...those people don't have the guts to do that."
"It is precisely because of your majesty's tacit approval during this period that those people panicked." Senar concentrated, "It is possible that they think your majesty wants to completely eradicate them, and they are likely to take risks."
The girl in the white dress fell into deep thought.
Senar didn't say anything either, and the back seat of the car was dead silent.
"Dong dong."
After a while, there were two taps on the window glass.
"Your Majesty." A light voice came from outside.
"The parish cemetery."
"Here we are."
As soon as she got off the car, the rider next to her immediately held up a black umbrella for her.
She looked up at the deep night sky and saw snowflakes swirling and falling.
The snow was heavy and continuous. The snow curtain twisted and turned with the winter wind, like a curtain in the hands of the goddess of night, gently brushing all the stone tablets.
Behind them, eight soldiers carried up a coffin.
The coffin was pure white, and the wood structure in the center of the lid was obviously different from the others. There was a thriving poplar tree carved on it, and below it was a line of letters, with words like "Lavos" and "Paladin" vaguely visible.
Under the auspices of Senar, the funeral ceremony began quickly.
The girl in the white dress participated in the whole process. She walked forward at the end, took a bunch of white plum blossoms picked by the servant, placed a bunch of sand brought from the beach in front of the monument, and bowed her head to make a sun cross.
After everything was over, she and Senar went to the back hall of the church to continue discussing the previous topic.
"If they're interested, try to reach out to them."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"The tree needle tray will be sent to me tomorrow. It contains myth particles, and I don't feel comfortable leaving it out in the open."
"I'll notify Annual Ring."
"…How is the unrest on the outer island going?"
"Imaar has gone over and judging by the reply, it seems that progress is good."
"Really? Very good."
After discussing several issues in succession with good results, the girl's gloomy mood gradually subsided.
"She was covered up by Aisuen before. I almost forgot that she was also an excellent detective before she took this position."
"His Majesty."
Having said that, Senar hesitated to speak.
"Just speak your mind, Senar."
"The personal guard that the diocese had previously assigned to her had an accident this time. Director Imaar can't always do this kind of thing in person. Should we restart the selection plan?"
"Selecting what, personal guards?"
The girl in the white dress showed an amused expression and waved her hand before the old man could answer.
"Need not."
"But Your Majesty——"
"Let Cornerel go."
"Corneril can't get close to—"
"IMHO."
The girl interrupted him.
"In this regard, I'm afraid she herself is the best candidate."
Chapter 1 The Exiles
The hostess of No. 12 Flo Street in the Bridge District of Blackwood City is worried about her child's disobedience.
"Ashley, open the door first no matter what."
"Dong dong dong."
"Ashley, I admit...what I said just now was a bit harsh, but I stick to my point of view. You are not suitable to talk about this at this age...can we talk seriously?"
Hitzfeld was wearing a black dress with an apron tied on the front, her slender black silk ankles supported in slippers, she was holding a dinner tray in one hand and knocking softly on the door with the other.
"Woof!" The big dog, Sheles, wagged its tail and circled around her, occasionally lowering its head to lick her shoes, but she didn't have time to punish him for such behavior.
"I don't want to!" a faint voice came from the room, "I just want to go! I'm already too old!"
"...Then I'll leave the food at the door." Hitzfeld had no choice but to put the food plate opposite the door, on the telephone cabinet in the corridor - which was still empty, and then turned and went downstairs.
"It's troublesome..."
She sighed as she walked up the steps.
"I didn't expect a stubborn child to be so hard to persuade."
"Woof woof!" The big white dog suddenly stood up from behind the girl, put its two front paws on the girl's back and pushed her, causing her to lose balance and fall down with a cry.
After a while, there was a sound of footsteps on the floor. Ashley ran to the stairs without even wearing slippers and saw Hitzfeld... She was lying on the carpet on her side with her legs twisted outward, and even her slippers flew far away.
"Heath!" She quickly ran downstairs and helped her up. "Heath, are you okay? Don't be upset with me. Really... I think these are two different things. You can't force me in this way!"
Force a ghost!
Grinning, secretly reaching out to rub his butt, Hitzfeld glared at the smirking Lily.
This damn dog, I don’t know whether he just did that for no reason or deliberately used this method to lure the snake out of its hole... If it’s the former, that’s too weird!
Hitzfeld thought that Lily was taking revenge for being taken to the beach to stand sentry some time ago. But she had no evidence, so the matter was left unresolved.
After this incident, Ashley couldn't retreat to her bedroom. She went up to fetch the plate and took a bite of the food under Hitzfeld's watchful eyes.
Lily should have eaten at this time, but Hitzfeld didn't give her any, so she could only curl up on the side and lick the empty bowl with her tongue.
"I never intended to force you to change your mind in any way." Hitzfeld held his chin, carefully trying not to let the injured side of his body touch the stool, "But Ashley... I think you need to think carefully about this decision."
"What's there to be cautious about?" Ashley obviously didn't care, and waved her knife and fork: "I wanted to join the Sky Hunters before, but that's even more dangerous than this job!"
"That's different." Hitzfeld said, "Back then, we were there to escort you. It seemed dangerous, but in fact, everything was basically settled. All you had to do was play a flying game. But this is different."
"First of all, your age is too old compared to those who have been training since they were young."
"The second is the degree of danger. No matter what the Sky Hunters do, at least nothing will happen when they take off their equipment. But this business is different. Even if you sit still, you are dying slowly."
"People have been slowly dying since the moment they were born," Ashley argued. "That's what Heath said himself, isn't it? I hope I can die in a more meaningful way."
I told you that story for fun, I didn't ask you to really do that...
Hitzfeld opened his mouth, never expecting that this would backfire.
"Anyway, I hope you'll give it some thought." That was all she could say. "It's not easy to be a Flint Knight, and not just anyone can reach the Gold Rank."
Yes - what they had been arguing about was Ashley's new ideal. She actually wanted to sign up for the Knight Academy.
If we ignore the close relationship, Hitzfeld doesn't think she would be surprised because Ashley really doesn't fit in with the ordinary school.
She is smart and learns things quickly, but she does not respect that knowledge. She only regards it as a kind of experience, to enrich her experience and her means of fighting with others.
Those normal children, no matter they were from rich or poor families, would be beaten and cried by her once they provoked her. She stood out from the crowd in any age group, and the experience she gained from fighting in the wilderness was far beyond that of any other child.
So Ashley is indeed very suitable for the Knight Academy, and such a seed is also very suitable to be a knight.
But Hitzfeld definitely didn't want her to pursue that career.
She respected the Flintstone Knights very much. She had dealt with many of them and admired their noble character... But just like most people admire firefighters but don't want their family members to be firefighters, who wants their loved ones to be in danger all the time?
Flint Knights are even more dangerous than that. No matter how dangerous other professions are, at least they are safe when they are not working. However, Flint Knights have to accumulate metal toxins in their bodies since the bronze stage, which is the apprentice stage. This is simply chronic suicide!
Only people of truly noble character and who are truly desperate would engage in such a profession.
Ashley was far from that level. Hitzfeld felt that she was just being willful and unable to get over it.
Perhaps it was because she was not taken with me on the previous outings, and she felt that she was not important.
Hitzfeld pinched his temple and thought silently.
She learns very quickly and now knows a lot and is beginning to be sensible, so she knows how great a favor it was to be saved by someone, and she wants to prove her own worth.
She wanted to do something to repay me.
But how can I say this out loud?
Although Hitzfeld had no experience in raising children, she at least knew to consider other people's self-esteem.
And if she said it openly, it would be even less likely that Ashley would change her mind in order to maintain her self-esteem.
If only Xia were still here.
The girl began to miss her separated lover.
If Xia Yibing was there, Ashley would definitely not dare to insist.
The reason is simple, Ashley can't beat her.
There were several times when Ashley disobeyed her discipline, and Xia Yibing took her to the backyard without saying a word.
Then there was a loud bang, and when Ashley came back, she was dejected, obviously having lost badly in some competition.
Unlike me...
The girl's eyes fell on Lily and she reached out to rub her buttocks.
With such a weak body, he can't even beat a cheap dog.
This is no joke - with Lily's physique, if she fights with all her might, Hitzfeld won't be able to win.
So the weakest unit in this family is... me?
Hitzfeld was very upset.
Seeing her staring at him, the big white dog licked the empty bowl even harder. The bottom of the bowl was scraped off the ground from time to time, making a clanging noise, which could be said to be a crazy hint.
Hitzfeld pretended not to see it.
"Woo..." The big white dog drooped its ears, lay on the ground and started pretending to be dead.
In the end, Ashley felt sorry for it and wanted to throw some bones to it.
It immediately got up and followed Ashley panting, its little tail wagging faster than a windmill.
This bastard thinks whoever gives you milk is your mother.
Hitzfeld squinted his eyes and silently postponed his dinner.
"bell--"
The doorbell rang.
As the hostess, the girl naturally stood up and checked.
But she was still surprised when she saw the visitor through the iron gate.
