goddess of revolution

Chapter 317 The Winter is Coming
The two beautiful girls with almost the same appearance, different hair colors and eye colors chatted through the book of trade winds, but it was basically the one with the long blond hair who spoke.

"Is Li Qi treating you well? Did he starve you? Did he treat you like a thug or an angel?"

The light blonde short hair nodded and shook his head, making a clicking sound from his mouth.

"You are now the eldest princess of Hadron and Redstone, and you have the same status as a princess in Tangus and Alanis. Does Li Qi give you enough respect in front of outsiders? How many maids are there around you? ?”

The short hair is broken with fingers, one, two, three...the five are all complete, and then back and forth again and again, which means that it cannot be counted, so let's keep clicking.

"Is that much? That's good, did he do anything...excessive things to you?"

Kaba Kaba, with short hair in a hug gesture.

"Just a hug? He's pretty well behaved, wait..."

Changfa became angry: "What are you always chewing on! Even other people shouldn't be so rude, let alone your sister!"

The short-haired man spit out something, and raised the paper bag in his hand: "Melon seeds, do you want to eat them? Oh, no, come here."

The long hair gritted his teeth and said: "Image! Catherine, pay attention to your image, you are a princess! That bastard Li Qi, how did you teach you to look like this!"

"I, no, kid, now." He was a little dissatisfied with the short hair, and continued to click.

"Catherine..."

Teresia looked at her younger sister, her eye circles were slightly red, and she was alerted by her sister's words: "Yes, you are not a child anymore, you are taller than me. But you don't have to prove this, especially don't do that It's something you have to do...an adult to prove yourself."

Kaba Kaba stopped, Catherine looked at her sister, blinked her silver-gray pupils a few times, and said, "Worry, swear? I've already, well, swear, no need, keep it."

"No, Catherine, I swear in the name of Cam," Theresa said solemnly.

"Cam, go eat..."

Catherine shut up in time and continued to crack seeds.

Teresia said quietly: "You made the request at the time, don't let my sister bear the responsibility of breaking the oath just because you are better?"

Click, click, click...

Her tone turned bitter: "Do you think I'm willing?"

Catherine said, "Yes, Li Qi."

Teresia gritted her teeth: "Even he..."

"Even?"

Catherine's face changed a little, she lowered her eyes and said, "Sister, are you tired?"

Teresia was stunned, and looked at her sister in surprise, her eyes were covered with mist: "Are you willing to call me... sister!?"

Catherine said again: "Order, leave it to Li Qi, we are, together."

"Catherine..."

Tears slid down from the corners of Theresia's eyes, she trembled her lips, as if she wanted to say that word, but it seemed like she was forbidden to speak, and she couldn't say it anyway.

"This joke isn't funny," she sniffed, wiped away her tears, and looked away.

It should be outside the window, making her look extremely distant: "You were saved by the Scarlet Lady, you became His saint, and you carried His divine will. And I am with Kaim, and I am fighting for Kaim .We're not mere mortals anymore, Catherine."

Catherine's voice became low: "Then, I won't, forgive you."

"I don't dare to expect you to..."

Teresia whispered: "Anyway, when that day comes, you will forgive me."

Catherine didn't speak, and Teresia didn't speak again, just looked at her quietly.

Outside the door, Li Qi crossed his arms, looked up at Xinyue, and let out a deep sigh.

………………

In the outer city of Beta City, the Scarlet Temple next to Anne Square is actually a hospital. The bottom floor is similar to an ordinary temple, but the upper floor is a ward.

In a certain ward, two long legs were kicking on the bed, because the trousers slipped down, revealing smooth white and tender skin.Although the halfling had already gotten used to it psychologically, he still couldn't overcome it physically, so he could only turn his head and look out the window, at the moon hanging high in the sky.

"What do you think, Frodo?"

The black-haired girl held her head and said while doing leg kicks according to the "doctor"'s instructions: "Tomorrow I can't stay here anymore, Otto wants me to convert to the church, Ralph wants me to join the law enforcement brigade, I didn't Think about which side to choose."

"Here in the Holy Church, you also said that as long as the adventure points can be exchanged for things that are needed, all of them can be sent directly. There are not many things that can be exchanged for the contribution points earned. This is like playing a game and clearing all the levels at once. There is really no motivation. what about work."

"The Law Enforcement Brigade is stationed in Xia'andia. There is no hot pot and braised pork there, right? How terrible!"

Frodo said, cheeks twitching, "It's not about wages and board, Mayne! Can't you choose your future seriously? Where's your paladin's heart?"

Mayne spread his hands: "My paladin's heart has been stabbed by myself, haha, I'm so stupid."

Frodo's face darkened: "I'm sorry Mayne, I didn't mean that."

"It's nothing to Frodo, I'm not afraid of being called stupid." Mayne said with a smile, "Stupid doesn't seem to be a derogatory term here. The dean named Asuna scolded the wounded Katie next door yesterday, saying She's as stupid as a monkey. How can a monkey be associated with stupidity? It's obviously a compliment."

"It's a joke that comes from within the Crimson Church, though I don't know why," said Frodo; "yet monkeys are stupid in their jokes, and terribly stupid, It's contagious."

Mayne hugged the quilt: "Then stay away from me."

The door knocked, and in came a fat halfling.

"Yo, Sam, did you work overtime today?"

Mayne greeted warmly: "How many whips have you whipped today? Are you happy?"

"No, I was called by the Discipline Office of the Consolidation Department in Beta City and asked me if I would like to participate in an advanced study class."

What Sam was holding in his hand was obscured by the paper.

"The Disciplinary Office of the Consolidated Department is a special place to select cadres. Sam, you are appreciated." Frodo was happy for his good friend's good luck: "But I heard people say that it seems that I have to convert to the Red Lady."

Mayne asked, "What is a cadre?"

Frodo scratched his head: "I often hear them say this word. Sometimes it is used to refer to the above, and sometimes it is used to refer to itself. I don't know it. It probably means the same thing as knights and nobles."

Mayne said excitedly: "In short, you have been promoted, right? Sam, you must have agreed?"

It was Sam's turn to scratch his head: "I was very happy at the time, saying that Tesolos must be the lucky lady who favored me, and then their faces changed. Some people said to see it, and some said it would be okay to do an experiment. I was frightened and insisted on staying in the immigrant class and continuing to work as an assistant."

Frodo stroked his forehead: "I knew..."

Sam didn't care, and handed the things in his hand to Mayne: "Don't talk about me, Mayne, you will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. I have to go to work during the day and I can't pick you up. Let me send you a bouquet of flowers."

"Flowers? Sam, do you understand the language of flowers? Don't get me wrong and let me misunderstand that you have an attempt to develop an interracial relationship." Mayne muttered and took it, opened the package, and the ward was lit up with colorful lights.

"This is... oh my god, it's so beautiful!"

Looking at this bouquet of iridescent lights, with petals of several different colors on one flower, Mayne's eyes were full of stars.

She touched the petals and said in disbelief, "It's true!"

"The flower of the banner?"

Frodo recognized it: "The latest exchange for contribution points? One flower costs thirty points, Sam, you..."

Sam said embarrassingly: "I am a citizen now. I have food and clothing, and there are quotas for everything I need. Contributing points is useless."

Frodo shook his head and said to Mayne: "It is said that this kind of flower was first planted by the Countess of Behemia herself, and more were planted later. As long as it is broken off and in contact with the human body, it can last for ten days without falling. , and can..."

"Really?"

Mayne happily folded it off and inserted one in her hair. Even though she had an ordinary appearance, she became brighter with the colorful petals.

Frodo's words were not yet finished: "It can also change colors according to people's moods."

As soon as the words fell, the flower of the banner changed color on Mayne's head, as if soaked in thick ink, it quickly turned black.

Frodo and Sam looked at the black flower, and stood dumbfounded at the same time.

Mayne also smiled and asked, "Why? What has it become?"

Then her complexion gradually changed, and the expression of the halfling said it all.

After picking off the flower and looking at the rich black color on the petals, Mayne was stunned: "I... am I not in a good mood? This must be wrong!"

The halfling still looked at her with pity. Mayne was stunned, and big tears fell down.

She sobbed: "Really, I just realized that my heart is so sad..."

"Maine..."

"I don't want to say that name, but Mayne, you have to face the facts..."

Mayne shook his head: "I know the truth, and I can face it, but...but..."

She covered her face and said in pain: "It's my fault, I made Gloria like that!"

Frodo tried to go to comfort her, but Sam shook his head and said in a low voice, "Let her cry, it will be much better..."

The cries echoed in the ward, the black color of the banner flower in Mayne's hand gradually dissipated, and blue, green, purple and yellow faintly emerged.

"Gronia... is she alright? Her frizzy personality, she must have suffered a lot, right? She sleeps very badly at night, often throwing off the quilt, no one is around to take care of her, she will catch a cold..."

Mayne held the flower and muttered in a low voice: "I really don't blame you Glonia, since I'm still alive, I won't give up stopping you and saving you."

Her eyes gradually brightened, and the petals in her hands turned red, until they were as red as blood: "Long De can't save her, will Lady Scarlet be able to? Should be?"

………………

In the north of the Kingdom of Kester, at the top of a castle leaning against a mountain, a red-haired girl with bulging wings swung her long sword and slashed at the nobleman whose whole body was limp and paralyzed on the ground.The head was separated from the neck, Gululu rolled to her feet, the scarlet blood splashed on her face, and then evaporated rapidly in the golden holy light, making her still like a spotless angel.

"Gronia! Gloria!"

"Angel of justice, red-haired Gloria!"

"Londe reappears because of you! Glonia!"

The paladins at the top of the castle and the civilians besieging the castle cheered at the same time. The red-haired girl raised the head and showed it to hundreds of civilians holding wooden sticks and rakes below, and the shouts suddenly became louder.

The head was dropped from the castle, and the civilians swarmed up, scrambling wildly, venting their accumulated anger and hatred for an unknown amount of time.

"Look, this is power..."

Gronia said to the paladins beside her: "Although they are weak, they gather together like a volcanic eruption, like a wildfire. More importantly, they are everywhere. have them."

Below the castle, it is not known whether the stables or the warehouse were set on fire, and the fire was getting bigger and bigger.The flickering flames reflected on the faces of the paladins, making their eyes seem to be burning with raging flames.

Gaston rushed to the top of the building: "The family members have been caught, what should we do?"

"Push it out..."

Gronia pointed at the civilian who was kicking the baron's head like a ball: "Leave it to them, they still need to vent, and they need to be fed."

Gaston hesitated: "There are children and even babies inside, so it should be handled separately."

Esther echoed: "The crime is not as good as the young, this is the justice that a paladin should follow."

"justice?"

Gronia sneered: "Whose justice? The justice that Nama sticks to? Or the justice of Lady Red?"

"Even if it is Longde's justice, we no longer need that kind of red tape and fake justice!"

"The crimes committed by the oppressors can't be paid off by themselves alone. Their relatives, their friends, their stewards, and their trusted servants will all have to pay the price!"

"Our justice is bloody and cruel! We want to overthrow all the oppression of nobles and priests, and we need enough firewood if we want to ignite the fire of revenge in Fern."

The light in the red-haired girl's eyes was real, and the paladins who were caught by her lowered their heads, and they heard her say in an indifferent voice high above the clouds: "Push it out, leave no one behind!"

After a while, the paladins escorted the men, women, old and weak with their hands tied upside down outside the castle, and left them for the civilians.The cheers became more enthusiastic, followed by men's curses, women's screams, mixed with immature shouts, and even the cry of a baby.

The paladins at the top of the castle watched this scene, some lowered their eyes, some watched with glowing eyes, and some even licked their lips and swallowed saliva.

"Justice is mine! I am justice!"

The golden holy light gushed out from the long sword. Gronia held the long sword high and said in a deep voice: "From now on, we are no longer the paladins of Xia'andia, but the bloody paladins. Our new sect is called ...the bloody blade!"

………………

Youxiang, under the outermost city wall, the huge city gate is slowly closing.

Youxiang, known as the "Heavenly Mountain on the Ground", never closes its doors. At midnight, the gates tens of meters high will be closed, and the small door on the gate, which is large enough to pass a carriage, is still open.

Although there are sliding shafts, the two gates are as high as the castles of ordinary nobles, and the thickness exceeds the height of two or three people. They are all made of copper, and the guards pushing the gates are sweating profusely.

In the barracks, the guards took off their helmets and armor, sighed, and shouted that today is finally over.

A slender young man with short blond hair and a delicate face locked his helmet, armor, long sword and shield in his cabinet, ignored the others, and left on his own.

"He also said to ask him to go to the tavern for fun, that kid is still so out of gregarious."

"Look down on us, I heard that their ancestors were great nobles."

"Great nobleman? What is a nobleman in Youxiang? Even a duke has to bow his head and salute when he encounters a white robe!"

"Yeah, when we go to the countryside, this uniform can make way for the baron and viscount! Besides, what's the point of the ancestors? The ugly flower girl on the corner of 82nd Street is said to have been the prime minister of the empire back then. "

"Let's go, let's go, a little kid, with a sullen face all day long, going to the tavern is to spoil everyone's fun."

The voice came out of the barracks and faintly drifted into the ears of the young man. He sighed softly and quickened his pace.

Just after leaving the gate of the barracks, there was clearly no one in the corner, but someone said: "Today's Youxiang Express is ready for you."

The young man stopped in his tracks and muttered, "What are you ready for me? It's obviously not sold out. Use me as a trash can, five coppers."

The voice in the corner was very dissatisfied: "There are so many news today, the newspaper has doubled in thickness!"

The young man said: "I only have so much. I don't care if I sell it or not. The people behind are going to drink, and there are free illusions in the tavern. I will definitely not buy newspapers from you."

The voice said helplessly, "Okay, okay, five."

The five copper coins thrown by the young man disappeared silently in the corner, and a roll of newspaper rolled to the young man's feet.

The young man picked up the newspaper and waved, "Good night, Gilvani."

"Good night, Romulus," said the voice.

From the grand avenue to the spacious street, and then to the narrow alleyway, the young man finally entered a dilapidated courtyard.

"Master!"

"Master is back!"

An old man and a young girl welcomed him into the house.

The girl waited for him to change into home clothes and soft slippers, and the old man brought food.

Under the dim light, an old man and a young man stood beside him, and the young man sat upright, holding the knife in his right hand, with a dignified expression, not like eating, but more like offering sacrifices.

The old man suddenly said: "Romulus Heather Tudor, have you forgotten the beliefs of your ancestors?"

The young man said in a deep voice, "Don't dare to forget!"

"Have you forgotten why your ancestors built an empire?"

"Don't forget!"

"Have you forgotten who destroyed the empire?"

"Don't forget!"

"Have you forgotten why you came to this world, why you have to live, and what does food mean to you?"

"Don't forget!"

"Do you remember your mission?"

"Remember!"

"What is the proof?"

"Blood!"

After the young man finished speaking, he plunged the table knife into the palm of his hand with such force that he directly nailed his palm to the table.

He snorted, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the knife, before moving his injured palm.

The blood dripped onto the table, and only then did I see mottled brown and black marks everywhere on the table, as well as dense knife marks.

The young man touched the bread with his injured hand, smeared the blood on the bread, and ate it one by one.

After he finished eating, the girl stepped forward, performed a healing technique on his palm, and then wrapped it with a bandage. The movements were extremely skillful, as if she did this every day.

After the dinner, which was similar to the ceremony, the young man unfolded the newspaper under the dim light.

"Valentine's war continues, and Cardinal Baudouin asserts that the Blood Crown Queen is at the end of the road. Tch, who is almost at the end of the road."

"The leader of the bandit, Marshal Sylvie, was defeated by the orc army, and there was no body left. It is said that he was eaten in public, haha... This is the first time he has been eaten."

"The bandit leader, Duke Pryor, gathered a crowd of [-] on the Godfall Plateau, openly recruiting evil forces such as liches and spirit suckers..."

After reading this, Romulus' expression darkened.

"Li Qi Pryor, when we were studying in the Noble Academy together, I couldn't tell it at all. When I walked with me, others would mistake her for my girlfriend. I really didn't expect it."

He looked at his bandaged left hand, and showed a bitter smile: "Li Qi, you are now regarded as a thorn in the side of Sylvie by the red robes, and I am still huddling in the dark darkness like a mouse." In the corner, waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that is absolutely impossible."

In the sky above the small courtyard, slight and imperceptible ripples swayed in the night.

Zishan Loyalty Sanctuary, in the hall deep underground, a certain white robe stared at a light curtain with a solemn expression.A light curtain suddenly expanded, and a figure lingering in black air appeared.

"grown ups……"

Just the light and shadow exuded suffocating power, the white robe looked extremely surprised, but still left the seat and bowed without panic.

"Lu Xien, do you still remember why you were not allowed to join the Cardinal Council even when it was legendary, but let you hide in a corner in obscurity and act as an observer?"

"Don't dare to forget..."

"Then Lucian, you have been activated. Someone will replace you soon, and you are responsible for activating this seed, yes, the seventh seed."

"Is this... really the time?"

"Yes, the prospects we have calculated are very pessimistic. Of course, we cannot give up on our own initiative, but we have to start preparing for a new direction."

"this means……"

"It means that winter is coming..."

"Understood, I'm going to make preparations now."

The figure said in a low voice: "Don't be merciful, Lucian, even your closest colleagues are firewood for us to survive the winter."

He laughed, and the laughter made the other light curtains become chaotic and broken: "Winter is coming, burn it, the world."

【End of this volume】

　If I want to split it into two chapters, I can't get it out, so I will make a big change today, and the next volume will be transferred to the Storm Islands.

　　
　
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