Shad did not choose to take a carriage, but walked with Margaret on the dark streets at night:
"The destination is not far, only two blocks from here."
Xia De said that Her Royal Highness didn't care about these things, she walked side by side with Xia De with her hands behind her back, occasionally turned to look at Xia De, and listened to him talking about the stories he encountered in this city.
"You always seem to have accidents?"
There is no one else on the street in the middle of winter night, only two lonely figures walking side by side. Margaret's pace was very slow. Even though she knew that the last time together tonight would end, she still wanted to slow down the time.
"It's not always. Other friends I know always encounter various accidents. For example, that Dr. Schneider you met."
Thinking of the doctor, Xia De smiled:
"And my friend at church, yes, you met at the opera."
The two were talking when there was a noise at the intersection ahead. Xia De first stopped in his tracks, and then stretched out his hand to signal Margaret to pause.
Not long after, a group of people in police uniforms ran over quickly, as if they were chasing something they couldn't see. They also saw two people on the street, one of the women said something to the leading middle-aged man, and walked towards Xia De and the others alone:
"Xia De, good evening!"
It's Iluna, she looks a little more mature in a police uniform:
"Look, it appeared just as I said it. Good evening, Iruna."
Xia De said with a smile, Iluna noticed who was following Xia De, she was a little surprised, but then smiled again:
"Really, don't wander around, we are chasing an invisible guy, and it has something to do with the new Keeper."
The seventeen-year-old girl winked at Shad.
"It's a blue, seahorse-like creature that moves by bouncing."
Xia De told Iluna what he saw, and then pointed to his eyes:
"Your eyes should be able to see."
"Oh yes."
Iluna nodded, and looked at Princess Margaret again:
"Then I wish you a good time."
She mustered up the courage to kiss Xia De's side face. Seeing that Xia De had no objection, she stepped back while waving goodbye, and then trotted to catch up with her companion.
"She seems to have a very special status in the church... Your relationship with the beautiful local girls is really good."
The two continued to walk forward, and Margaret teased with a smile.
"That's no nonsense, Marguerite. The girl just now was only seventeen years old."
Xia De retorted, the princess smiled and shook her head, sighing softly:
"Seventeen...what the best age...if you dare to ask my age now, then I'll put my boot on your foot."
She warned Xia De, her eyes quietly fixed on the position where Xia De's side face was kissed just now:
"Can you tell me the story between you and that Princess Rezia Cavendish?"
"This...is inconvenient."
The main reason is that it is inconvenient to explain that Xia De seems to be dating one person, but in fact he is dating two people. And it's even more inconvenient if, in the second half of the story, Grace and Helen are involved:
"But I have a story. Before I established a relationship with His Royal Highness Rezia, I told her this story."
Margaret moved closer to Shad, looking at him with a smile on the corner of her mouth:
"love story?"
"Hmm...shipwreck story."
Most girls like love stories, whether it is the hometown of foreigners or here, whether it is now or in the past, it is the same.
Strolling through the streets at night in the middle of winter, the figures of the two passed through the light under the gas lamps, from darkness to light, and from light to darkness. Men's leather shoes and women's boots knock on the ground, but there is no sound in the deep night. The shadows clinging to each other pass by the window, the wall and the surface of the rusted mailbox on the street corner, but in fact, the girl with long pale blond hair is just looking tenderly at the stranger who tells the story of her hometown.
Snow, I don't know when it fell from the night sky, and the fine fluffy snowflakes covered the ground, so that the footprints of the rows were close together, and it seemed that they were not alone.
The foreign princess tilted her head to look at the young knight who was telling the story, and the young foreigner also slightly turned to look at the southern princess:
"What's wrong?"
The girl shook her head slightly, as if she wanted to keep the smile of the knight under the snow in her eyes forever.
The snow fell more and more, but no one proposed to return to the place where they started. Xia De's voice was not very clear in the snowy night, but for Marguerite Anjou, it was enough to become the most precious memory in her life.
The ship in the story finally encountered the doomed glacier; and the two walking in the snow finally reached the end of the story.
"It's a very sad story. That Princess Rezia likes this story, and I can understand it."
When Shade reached the end of the story, Margaret simply commented. She was worried that Shad would ask her how she felt about the story at this point, but Shad didn't.
"But I don't like the story."
Shad said the same thing as last time:
"I've never liked tragedy, tragedy of any kind."
He sighed, exhaling white smoke from his mouth, this is a sight only in winter:
"Tragedies often create beautiful stories, but I'm not a great artist or critic."
Marguerite Anjou smiled, took off her gloves, and stretched out her hands under the light of the gas street lamp to catch the falling snowflakes. But she didn't know if she really caught the snow, because they walked into the dark gap between the gas lamps again.
This was a good thing for her, because she didn't have the courage to see in the bright place whether the newly formed crystal snow would melt due to her hot temperature.
"I don't comment on tragedies and comedies, but the sad story just now is probably the reality."
She lowered her head slightly, and exhaled hot air from her reddened nose:
"I want to be together, but I can't be together in the end. Only when I get old can I use the only treasure to recall the most important memories in my life..."
Subconsciously, she wanted to touch the hair ornament on her hair, but she was worried that Xia De would think she meant something, so the movement of raising her hand eventually turned into stroking the ends of her hair:
"The snow in Tobesk is really beautiful."
She raised her head slightly and praised, Xia De nodded, and the two continued to walk forward. Her Royal Highness is wearing a scarf, but Xia De is not. He looked at Luoxue in front of him:
"How's the snow in Willowdale?"
"It's also very beautiful, but in the end, it's a little different from here."
Speaking of this sentence, for some reason, the throbbing in my heart has reached its peak. But she knew she couldn't do anything, she was the princess of the United Kingdom of Kasenlik, and she was the future apprentice of the great witch Miss Sylvia. Regardless of her status, she could not have any further relationship with the young knight who was walking by her side in the snowy night.
The three moons, behind the clouds and fog, exude a hazy and ambiguous light. The moonlight was a little weak, but it was enough to be seen by mortals.
"I......"
She wanted to say something at this time, taking advantage of the last chance to say something, but in the end she couldn't speak, because Xia De suddenly stopped in her tracks and reached out to stop Margaret.
Xia De squinted his eyes and looked forward. Under the gas street lamp twenty steps away, a young lady holding an umbrella was watching them with a smile.
Miss Pavo, wearing a long black top and bottom red dress, with the big silver book under her left arm, looked at the two walking in the snowy night with a little admiration:
"I really can't bear to disturb you, so beautiful, so tangled, so nostalgic, so young..."
At this time, she is not the appearance of "Miss Witte" in disguise, but the appearance of the real vice president of the Truth Society, Miss Pavo.
She held up the umbrella and left under the gas street lamp and walked towards the two of them, her short boots rustling on the snow. Her nose was also a little reddish, obviously she had been standing in the snow for a while:
"Young people's feelings are always so charming. Your Highness, if I were you~www.mtlnovel.com~ I would be more proactive. Don't those stories and dramas often have similar plots? If you don't catch it in time Hold his hand, and he will soon be gone forever."
"Ma'am, who are you?"
Even though he knew Miss Pavo very well, Xia De still pretended to be seeing her for the first time, and he reached for the pistol at his waist.
The sorceress smiled and shook her head, and said to the princess:
"Your Highness, I have no intention of telling the story between you, so can you have a few words with me alone? Oh, do I need to introduce myself? On the last night in Huntington, on the top floor of the banquet hall, you should have met mine."
Princess Margaret immediately remembered who it was. She was a little panicked, but she remained calm because she trusted Shad.
"Sir, if I were you, I wouldn't take out that gun. Because I don't intend to hurt you, I just want to ask the princess a simple question."
She leaned the handle of the umbrella on her shoulder, twirled the umbrella in one hand, and held the book in the other, and stopped under the gas street lamp closest to the two of them. In the snow, this look is weird and beautiful:
"Your Highness, since Huntington City, I have been wanting to have a private conversation with you. But the teacher beside you..."
She looked at the young men and women with an undiminished smile:
"It's too powerful, I admit, I can't beat her. Most of the time she is by your side, and a few times I can't find your whereabouts, and even fewer times, the church members around you are really too strong." Too much. Oh, you probably misunderstood me, I really just wanted to ask you a simple question, yes, just to ask. And now, can you answer me?"
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