Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2734: Shadow Lord (7)

Chapter 2734 Shadow Lord (seven)

A certain day of a certain year.

The woman looked at the crystal rose on the table, lost in thought.

Her husband, the King of Great Britain, is now in Cairo, Egypt, on official business. And she stayed in the bedroom boredly, a little lost.

She has been married to him for seven years. Although the marriage life for the past seven years is not unhappy, there are always two hazes in her heart that cannot be removed.

One of them is that they can't have children. This may be her husband's fault, after all, his body is no longer that of an ordinary person. The biggest problem is that even if they want to go to hell, his husband is the king of Great Britain, and adopting a child at random would cause a big problem with the king's succession, so they haven't decided yet how to deal with this. thing.

The other is that her husband and her life barely intersect. He was busy working outside all day and night. As a king, he worked hard for various political affairs. Usually, he would not return to the palace until late at night, and sometimes he did not return to the palace for several days. And she, in addition to doing nothing in the bedroom, is going out to participate in various entertainment and charitable activities in order to fulfill her duties as a queen. Gradually, the two of them almost became strangers. No matter how good the original relationship was, it was inevitable that the relationship would be weak if they couldn't meet each other.

It's not that she doesn't love her husband, she might even say she loves him. She's not dissatisfied with her private life with him either, he's great when he does that. As a king, he is impeccable, and as a husband, he is impeccable, but as a "companion" who has always been with her, he is always absent. On their wedding anniversary, he took a risk and brought her this rare treasure --- "Desert Rose". This gift is great. What she really wanted, however, was more company from him. No matter how beautiful a rose, no matter how precious a treasure, it would be better for him to stay by her side for a few more hours.

The woman sighed and reached out to touch the rose, as if there was still the warmth of his palm on it. But there was nothing on it, just crystal spikes that accidentally cut her fingertips.

The woman withdrew her hand like an electric shock, staring at a blood bead the size of a mung bean pouring out of her fingertips, in a daze.

"Ah, Arthur." She sighed again, with the urge to destroy the rose in a fit of rage. However, she did not do so because she knew the value of this gift.

At this moment, in the empty bedroom, a distant echo suddenly rang out.

"Do you think he really loves you?"

The woman looked around warily when she heard the voice, but she couldn't find anyone. She has the blood of the elf flowing in her body, and as long as she concentrates, she will have superhuman hearing, so she can never miss any footsteps approaching the room. However, no one approached. The heartbeat of the person closest to the queen was the voice of a guard at least thirty yards outside the room. It was obviously not the guard who spoke just now.

Is it a hallucination? Auditory hallucinations?

She has had this occasional experience since childhood. Because her hearing is so sensitive, her ability will be out of control in extremely accidental circumstances, "receiving" information that should not exist, and hearing voices that people in this world should not hear. As for whether those voices are true or false, no one can say for sure.

Probably, it was the voice of the devil who wanted to deceive her.

Is it the same this time? She blinked and looked around again. There was still no one in the room.

But the voice sounded again: "Do you think he really loves you? For your wedding anniversary, to get back such an expensive and unique gift, but no one else was there. In order to get back this gift, he With someone else, with the wolf, on a joyful adventure outside. Maybe he did it just to enjoy the adventure, like all men in the world. He said he wanted to give you a gift as an excuse to let An excuse for him to let go of his own desires."

"Shut up." The woman said impatiently, "I don't need to hear this. I know how much he loves me."

"But you're sighing. You're suspicious, aren't you? Is it him, or yourself, or the love between you?" The voice said, "When the suspicion grows, one day, you will Faith built up over the years can collapse in an instant.

You doubt that the love between you is real.

You wonder if he's marrying you sincere, or is it a political marriage to please Archduke Leon Dickens.

You wonder if he really loves you, how much he loves you, and how much he can do for you.

You wonder if he'll abandon you in distress, like all the stinky men in the world.

You also wonder if the love between you will stand the test of time, like all couples in the world. "

"Enough, stop talking nonsense!" the woman said angrily, furious at the empty room: "It's rude! Talking endlessly in front of this queen, as if you understand my life with him? Who are you? , for what purpose? Come on!"

"Huhuhuhuhuhuhu------" A sinister voice echoed in the darkness, still so empty, unable to grasp the distance and source. That might not be a voice at all, but a telepathy, a dialogue that sounded directly in her mind.

"Your suspicions are all well-founded, so you don't have to hide it, just admit it." The sinister grin went on: "Let's make a bet. I'll take your soul now to a It's far, far away, and you're in trouble.

And he? If he really loves you, he will definitely cross the barriers of time and space and come to you in that far place. He will definitely overcome all difficulties and go through all the hardships, even at the cost of being an enemy of the world, to save you.

Abandon [self] and watch it all from a distance. See if he will really give for you, and see if there is so-called true love in this world.

You doubted, so I doubted too. I have always believed that human nature is evil, and the so-called true love is just empty talk. If you humans want to deny me, then prove it with actions.

------ Let the game begin. "

"Eh...?" The woman didn't even promise anything, the scenery in front of her gradually blurred, and she sank into the darkness completely.

(Game...?)

(Why do we have to play this ridiculous [game]?)

(...Save me...Arthur!)

......

"Huh?!" The girl suddenly opened her eyes and woke up from her dream.

She looked around alertly, trying to figure out the current situation and recall the dream that seemed to be important just now, but she was stunned for a few seconds, unable to remember everything that happened in the dream.

"Ya..." She subconsciously wanted to call out that name, but she couldn't remember his full name. She didn't even remember why she had called that name.

It seemed like a nightmare that happened long, long, decades and hundreds of years ago, long before her life began. She didn't even know why she had such a ridiculous idea.

"Good morning, Lord Joan of Arc." In front of her bed, a middle-aged woman in a black nun's uniform said dispassionately.

The girl was startled by the other party's sudden words. Because she should have swept to this person with her peripheral vision just now, but she didn't feel the existence of the other party. The nun had probably been standing there waiting motionless since just now, as if blending in with the solemn environment around her, so the girl didn't immediately notice her presence.

"Morning...? Here's...?" Joan of Arc was a little confused. She tried to recall what had happened, but only remembered that she was finally captured by the British.

Yes, the nobles of Compiègne, France, colluded with the British army to trick her into taking a squad out of the city to repel the British invaders. But the other party had dozens of teams ambushing outside the forest, deceived by false information, and her team, who was outnumbered, could only retreat back to the city, but she did not expect that the despicable nobles had already closed the city gate.

She and her team can only resist desperately, hoping to use their own strength to break through dozens of times their strength. However, it was still a dream, she watched the soldiers in her team fall one by one, but she couldn't do anything.

She remembers her last remaining conscious moment when she was hit by something heavy on her helmet. Then she passed out completely, and she was the last person in her line to fall. But she obviously did not die, it should be taken prisoner by the British army.

So this is supposed to be the British castle? base? But it doesn't look like it, does it? And why is there a nun standing in such a place?

She touched her head, and it still hurts a little, but the bruises on her head are almost gone, and even the wounds on her arms and shoulders from the previous battle have healed. and many more. How long has it been since then? Shouldn't she have been in a coma for a year and a half? And who is she in the hands of now? Is this the ------

"This is... the church?" she whispered to the nun.

"No. This is the Holy Land Vatican." The nun in black replied dispassionately: "The Lady was captured by the British army, and then transferred to the Holy Land, where she was protected by the Church. But the outside world no longer knew about the Lady Saint. With your presence, the Church and Britain and France have staged a play, making the people think that the Lady of St. Mary has been put to death."

"What have you done!" Joan exclaimed: "In other words, who was the scapegoat for me? Because of me, innocent people died because of me?"

"Yes. The deceased is my daughter." There was no emotion on the nun's face: "She gave her life to protect the saint, so we can meet again. Our family is So proud of this~IndoMTL.com~ Jeanne frowned, speechless.

"The lady may not know, but you have been in a coma for a whole year. Ordinary people should be in a coma for a year with yellow skin and thin muscles, and they don't even have the strength to get out of bed. But you are worthy of being a Joan of Arc, and you just woke up Come on, get out of bed and talk to me like this." The nun said: "But you haven't eaten for a whole year, so you must be hungry. Please eat first. If you have any questions, you will talk to the Pope."

The nun pointed to the dining table on the side, which was specially prepared for Joan of Arc, exquisite and high-end food. Whether it's bread or fruit, they all look delicious...

"I'm not hungry." The girl sighed, "I'm confused now after so much happening..."

"The Pope will explain everything to you later, Your Lady." The nun bowed and retreated to the door of the room: "Then, please take your time."

The girl reluctantly walked to the table and sat down. Although she was not hungry, she knew that she needed more strength to deal with the huge wind and waves that happened next, so she picked up a small piece of bread on the table and forced herself Went for a bite.