Today's princess is still cute

A heavy muffled sound was heard, and the old maid couldn't help but gasp, with stars in her eyes. The thing that older people fear most is bumps and bruises. Once a bone is injured, it takes more time to heal than young people, and it is extremely easy to leave sequelae.

The last time the priests from the Holy See came to treat the old maid, they discovered so many hidden injuries that the little girls couldn't help but scream. She never thought that a human being could endure such torture without showing any emotion. The kind-hearted priests spent a lot of effort to slowly heal her. There was still corresponding treatment afterwards, which made the old maid, who would only live for a few more years, recover a lot.

The old maid had always thought that it was no big deal, that a little pain, a little fatigue was not a big deal, it would pass if she just endured it, as long as she could take care of His Highness as he grew up, that would be enough.

But now it's a bit strange

As someone who raised Tina since she was a child, she was accustomed to encountering bad luck, but it was rare for them to come one after another. There was no pattern, but they were never so frequent. Sometimes there was not one for two or three weeks. Otherwise, even if her spirit could hold on, her body would not be able to hold on.

Now the pain in her right leg was real. It was so uncomfortable as if her bones were broken and her tendons were injured, making the old maid a little dazed.

The old maid gritted her teeth, supported herself on the floor with both hands, and staggered to her feet, only to find that Tina had not woken up yet, even though the noise just now was quite loud.

Even though she was in so much pain that she was sweating coldly, the old maid was still wondering if the prince was too tired from reading and studying recently, so he slept so deeply.

The old maid held her injured leg in her hand and staggered slowly and firmly towards Tina, wanting to wake her up and ask her to go back to her room to sleep, as it was uncomfortable to sleep on her stomach.

I will find someone to treat my injuries later.

Maybe it was due to the pain, but the old maid felt palpitations, the closer she got to Tina the more they felt, as if the fire in the fireplace had grown colder.

Behind her, out of sight, a clay pot on the shelf next to her was quietly sliding down and hitting her head directly.

"Bah!"

The old maid only felt her vision spinning, and a pair of strong hands carried her away from the spot.

The earthen jar fell to the ground and shattered, and the flying fragments were shocking.

The old maid looked back and saw a serious middle-aged woman's face appear in her sight.

"Master Winnie? Why are you here?"

The visitor was none other than Winnie Sommerfeld, the leader of the Vatican's priests, a Holy Light messenger who had changed his job and was the Wings of Shelter.

"Give me the Spear of Glory, give me the Holy Shield, I will build the strongest protection for God and the world, with ten thousand mountains to defend and a thousand seas to hide. This place should be a dust-free place!"

Winnie did not answer the old maid, but stared at Tina who was lying there. She stretched out her hand and waved it. A book of scriptures appeared out of thin air. As it flipped through the pages quickly, golden runes emerged. The huge sacred power immediately filled the room and drove away the hidden malice.

The gate was wide open, and priests from the Vatican rushed in quickly. Outside, two teams of Vatican knights led by Rong Ke began to form an encirclement.

"Take the people out! The evil thoughts here are too terrifying, I can't suppress them anymore!" A drop of sweat slid down Winnie's forehead, and everyone who heard this was horrified.

What kind of thing could be so powerful that even the head of the Vatican's priests couldn't suppress it?!

Rong Ke flashed in, and then pointed a finger at the back of the old maid's neck as she was about to shout something, causing her to faint. He then shouted to the priest next to him, "Help Winnie build a defense line, and don't be stingy with the recovery potion. Use all the sacred power you have saved!"

"Yes!"

The priests of the Vatican promised loudly, and the staffs in their hands poured out brilliant divine power like flowing water, infusing it into the runes summoned by Winnie.

Rong Ke ran out with the old maid and handed her to a Vatican knight, asking him to take her away.

How could it be such a coincidence? Graham was out, Cesar was in seclusion, and everyone else was with the Pope to attend the unstoppable service. Only Winnie and I were left on duty, and this happened in the Vatican?

Or did it happen inside the Vatican, which is immune to all evil?

Rong Ke Hadley took a deep breath, and a long sword and a shield appeared in his hands. He was covered with legendary armor and shouted into the house: "Winnie! Is there an invasion by hell creatures?"

"No, it's not that the creatures of Hell don't have any chaotic will, nor are there any signs of demons or anything like that. Rather, it's something that this little princess is born with."

Winnie's voice sounded very panicked, and after a long while she finally uttered the answer: "The malice of the world, the whole world, seems to be rejecting her."

When Rong Ke heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

As the only person in the Vatican's senior leadership who has not reached the second level, he naturally has his own unique strengths and has dealt with countless emergencies, both big and small.

Some people said that he was promoted to the captain of the Vatican Knight Guard thanks to his relationship with César and the Second Templar Crusade, but no one doubted his ability. His chest was full of scars, but his back was clean, which was his achievement.

Rong Ke spat fiercely, his expression gradually became ferocious, and a blazing holy flame began to burn on his body.

"The world's malice? Fine, let's see if you can be more evil than me! You come to the Church to rob people, and you rob our Kaisen people. You're courting death!"

Chapter 129 Shocking Change

"No! No!"

Tina didn't know why, but the restraints on her body suddenly eased a little, and she opened her mouth in a hurry and was able to speak.

"You're wrong! If I want to love this world because of him, I destroy the world and make him belong to me alone. Then, will he still like me like this?"

Although Her Royal Highness's voice was soft, there was still a hint of anger in it.

She was angry, really angry.

As a person who never loses her temper, she was also angered by what the voice said.

It was not because of anything else, but because of what the other party said, which made Tina feel that she was fooled and deceived.

The voice seemed a little surprised as well, not knowing why Tina could speak. However, it noticed the changes in the outside world and the sacred power that made it extremely disgusted beginning to seep into the space behind Tina, and it suddenly realized something.

No wonder Tina's attitude suddenly changed. So that's the case. So what?

"Is that so? You think I'm lying to you, right?" the voice continued calmly, "But there's no need for me to do that. What good can I gain from lying to you? You're just a useless princess living under someone else's roof. Maybe in a while, even your princess title will be taken away from you. You can't change anything. You don't even have the power to influence your own life."

Tina was so angry that her chest heaved up and down, her face turned pale, and she retorted: "Mr. Knight will protect me! My life, my life has already been entrusted to him, no matter what, no matter what he wants, I am willing to accept it, as long as there is a future with him, I think anything is acceptable!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, your love is stronger than gold. How long have you been together? There is a term among humans called the honeymoon period. I wonder if you have heard of it, dear Princess Tina." The voice laughed, looking very pleased. "Try to imagine what you could do if he abandoned you?"

"No," Tina said angrily, tears already starting to fall, "Mr. Knight will not abandon me."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say, I won't say anything. After all, this is just a small sign of one of the original sins. I believe we will have many opportunities to talk in the future. Seventh Princess, you are about to become an adult. I hope you will not forget the prophecy."

The voice became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Tina only felt a blood-red color in front of her eyes. She subconsciously reached out to wipe it and found that her tears had turned into bright red blood at some point, and the original room also became different.

It was a desolate wilderness, and she stood alone among countless corpses.

A great sadness and loneliness surrounded her, and fear like a tide invaded her heart.

She wanted to escape from here, but found her feet were deeply stuck in black mud.

At the end of the wilderness, a man in black robe and armor, holding a big sword, with an unclear face, was walking towards her step by step.

Tina screamed and then lost consciousness.

Ships on the canal.

"Your Majesty, we have entered the central region. It will take about three more days to reach the imperial capital," Hobert stood beside Cardinson with a smile, looking at the blue sky, feeling happy. "We can finally go home."

Cardinson was also in a good mood.

After the fight with Ursus, his understanding of power took a step forward.

Perhaps, after returning to the imperial capital and preparing for a while, I can be promoted to a Templar Knight.

Unlike others, Cardinson doesn't feel any of the thresholds or bottlenecks when it comes to promotion.

Everything will fall into place.

This word is the most appropriate. Maybe the Pope has noticed something and that is why he did not assign him any promotion tasks. He can just go out for a walk on his own.

Some things happened by accident, but fortunately, he was lucky enough that the arrogant Urusos saved Cardinson from a dead end. Now he is sighing in the ring on his hand.

For a devil, it is extremely difficult to recover his strength if he is not in hell. If it were not for the support of the laws he once comprehended, it would be extremely difficult for Urusus to recover, let alone maintain his strength from declining to the point of extinction.

After all, this world is governed by the laws of God, and all creatures of Hell are naturally suppressed, and the higher the level, the more so.

Unless they maintain their power by constantly killing and absorbing souls, would Cardinson allow Urusos to do so? Would the Church allow those hell creatures that broke into the human world to do so?

"Yeah, back home." Cardinson nodded in response.

Just as he was about to say something else, he suddenly felt anxious.

It was like my heart stopped for a moment.

Hobert noticed that the Saint's face suddenly became a little ugly and asked, "What's wrong? Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell? Do you want to ask a priest to come and see you?"

"No." Cardinson supported his forehead and took a few deep breaths before he got rid of the oppressive feeling from his mind. "Maybe I'm a little tired."

"Oh, then Your Majesty should go back and rest quickly. It's not good to be blown by the wind here."

Cardinson thanked Hobert for his concern and returned to the cabin.

"what's the situation?"

he asked Urusus.

Urusos was also puzzled: "Master and I have a master-servant contract. If you do anything wrong, I will also be affected, but I didn't notice anything just now."

"Maybe I'm really too tired." Cardinson forced a smile, then took off his shoes and lay back on the bed.

After a while, the feeling of panic and anxiety became more obvious, and there seemed to be a faint cry echoing in my ears.

Cardinson listened attentively for a moment, but heard nothing.

However, he could no longer sit still.

Cardinson jumped out of bed and looked in the direction of the imperial capital.

"Graham! Graham!" Cardinson shouted.

The Chief Arbitrator of the Court of Inquisition, who was returning to the imperial capital with the team and was now resting in the cabin next door, rushed up immediately after hearing his shout.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty!"

He looked at Cardinson and was startled.

At this time, the Holy Son had cold sweat all over his forehead and his face was pale.

"Take me back to the imperial capital now, immediately, right now!" Cardinson roared.

"it is good."

Graham didn't ask any more questions and said directly to Hobert who rushed in, "I will go back to the capital with His Majesty the Saint first. You guys should speed up. It seems something has happened."

Without waiting for Hobert to respond, Graham kicked the window open, pulled up Cardinson, spread his wings of light behind him, and flew into the air.

Chapter 130 Demon Vine Face Flower

Autumn always represents harvest. There is a saying that goes "One leaf tells us autumn is coming", which means that when a leaf begins to fall, people know that autumn is coming.

A little further ahead of the left secondary capital of the imperial capital, on both sides of the canal are layers of surging golden wheat waves. The wind blowing through here brings a hint of full maturity in the coolness, urging the leaves in the city to bid farewell to the branches and go towards the soil to grow.

Autumn is indeed a very interesting season, with gains and losses. The four seasons of the year gently go through a cycle here, adding the last bit of bright color to life before winter comes.

The Blue Empire has always had a tradition of holding the Autumn Harvest Festival on the penultimate day of October.

Legend has it that this is the day when God used a sickle to cut the first handful of wheat ears and gave them to mankind.

To commemorate this, people have held a festival since then, for the mercy of God, to celebrate the harvest of the year, and to look forward to a good harvest next year.

There are many similar festivals and ceremonies of all sizes, but the Autumn Harvest Festival is one of the three major festivals along with the New Year Festival and the God-given Festival. It is held throughout the country wherever humans live.

The autumn harvest festival in the imperial capital is naturally the grandest.

There are still two days before the festival, but the imperial capital is already bustling with activity.

The most lively place was the Vatican. The great service presided over by Pope St. Augustine was in progress. All the believers in the imperial capital who could spare the time rushed to the square in front of the Vatican. The streets outside were blocked. Fortunately, with the command of the Vatican knights, no trouble was caused.

As I said, there are few people in the Blue Empire who do not believe in God. The only difference is the degree of belief.

The Pope changed into a white robe with gold edges, and wore a crown woven with starfish flowers. He held the canon in his left hand and the sacred scepter in his right hand. He stood in the middle of the square and transmitted his voice clearly into the ears of every believer.

"Great God, we gather here to thank you for allowing us to share the joy of this moment in peace and joy. We are grateful for the food that comes from your love. Every ripe fruit is the wisdom you give us to harvest. We are grateful for life, to be able to enjoy all of this, and to thank you for the blessings you have given us. As we share this food, we pray that you will give us health and strength to live our lives well."

A faint golden mist floated out from the sacred scepter, enveloping everyone present with a refreshing fragrance. A layer of golden light also shone on the bodies of the Vatican staff, further spreading the healing mist.

As the first cardinal, Bach Ellis did not stand at the front of the crowd, but stood in the middle of the believers, closing their eyes and listening to the Pope's recitation. The golden light on his body was the most condensed, second only to Pope St. Augustine.

"I'm sorry, please make way."

In this quiet and sacred atmosphere, a slight voice suddenly interrupted. Bach opened his eyes and turned his head to see that a priest had squeezed next to him with an anxious look on his face.

"Is there something wrong?" Bach asked softly.

The pastor leaned close to Bach's ear and said anxiously, "Sir Ellis, something bad has happened to Her Royal Highness the Princess..."

Bach listened patiently to the other party's somewhat incoherent words, and said calmly: "I understand, it will be over soon. Don't be nervous, don't cause panic, I will handle it."

After saying this, he picked up a fallen leaf from the ground, pointed it with his index finger, and handed it to a believer next to him.

"Can you hold it for me until the end of the service?" Bach smiled gently.

"Of course! It's my honor, Your Excellency Ellis!" The believer who was addressed carefully took the fallen leaf and watched the legendary bishop of the Vatican leave with shining eyes.

And in his hand, the fallen leaf emitted a golden light even stronger than before, highlighting the solemnity of the moment.