Even through the black gauze, Colin could still see a red glow rising from the female mage's face.
At this time, he also noticed that all the blonde hair of this female mage turned white!
Moreover, the wisps of frost are condensed.
She can't control her arcane energy a bit!
No wonder I need help.
"Of course, this is my honor!"
Since it was the woman's initiative, then Colin would not be hypocritical.
And he also understood that the reason for choosing himself was not because the other party suddenly fell in love with him, but because he was the highest-ranking noble in the team.
Yes, class discrimination.
is so natural in this world.
Even if the Bliss Knight is powerful, Colin can be killed with one hand.
But as long as he is not knighted or becomes the heir to the title, then in the eyes of the real nobles, he can only be regarded as a noble reserve, and he has not really stepped into the noble threshold.
There is a sentence that can properly describe the awkward situation of the knight:
In the eyes of ordinary people, they are nobles, but in the eyes of nobles, they are ordinary people.
Therefore, a noble female mage would rather choose Colin, rather than let the more familiar and trusting Bliss approach her.
Of course, it may also be because Bliss needs to lead the team and cannot be distracted...
Colin was thinking wildly, turning over and getting off his horse, riding on the horse of the female wizard.
There is no warm fragrance of nephrite, only icy cold.
The little wildfire that had risen in Colin's heart was completely extinguished.
The female mage retracted into Colin's arms stiffly, as if looking for warmth and support.
Bliss glanced at Colin deeply with a slightly warned look, then turned around to reorganize the team and set off.
"Sorry, Knight Colin, my angels use spells too often, and I'm a little weak. That's why I need to trouble you..."
"Don't say that, you are also doing this to help us out of danger. Don't worry, I will take care of you."
The team set off again.
Because the forward speed is not slow, the horseback is very bumpy.
The female mage's body was weak and weak, and she almost completely relied on Colin's embrace before falling.
"Are you okay?" Colin felt the female mage in his arms trembling slightly, so he leaned in her ear and asked, "Do you need me to slow down?"
"It's okay, no need." The female mage gritted her teeth, "We must leave here as soon as possible."
"it is good."
bumps all the way, the two are close to each other, unavoidable some friction...
Then Colin was embarrassed to find that the blood in his whole body had a tendency to converge to a certain part.
It seems that vampires also have that ability.
I want to write it down when I have time...
Fortunately, Colin can now control the flow of his own blood at will, so he actively scatters the concentrated blood in a certain part of the body again to avoid embarrassment.
"What's your name?" In order to distract, Colin asked without a word.
The female mage hesitated, but still replied: "Vera."
But she did not say her last name.
Colin raised his brows: "The flower of truth?"
"Do you still know Elvish?" Vera's tone was a little surprised.
"Of course, this is an essential skill for an elegant nobleman." Colin babbled casually.
Actually, this was just Yimon, the butler who wanted to improve the style of the Angley family, and tried to forcibly stuff Colin some knowledge.
But Colin only learned a little bit of fur, barely a bit of a hangover, just now it happened that the blind cat ran into the dead mouse.
"Ainucoimascuivie, Laurelinleucamiule." Another series of Elvish words came out of Vera's mouth.
Elves are the first race to learn to use arcane energy. Many spells must be pronounced in Elf language, so this has become a language that wizards must learn.
"Oh?" But the half-hearted Colin caught him blind.
"Chuck..." Vera was in a good mood when she caught Colin in embarrassment.
"Fart woman!"
"What?" Vera's slender eyebrows suddenly frowned, "Which language did you just speak?"
"Guess." Colin smiled triumphantly.
Of course he wouldn't tell the other person, what he said just now was Chinese.
"It's a bit like Quenya." Vera guessed, but then shook her head again, "It's impossible."
Quenya is a special language for high elves, but it has long since disappeared in the world like high elves.
The current elves and naga are actually descendants of the high elves.
Therefore, whether it is to trace the footsteps of the ancestors or to explore the ancient arcane books that no one understands for a long time, Quenya has always been the research focus of these two races and the mages.
But unfortunately, the research results of thousands of years have only pieced together the pronunciation of dozens of words.
That's why Vera felt that Colin, who couldn't even speak Elvish smoothly, could not speak Quenya.
Even though his pronunciation just now is very similar to the pronunciation of Quenya words that have been cracked out so far.
"What language is Quenya?" It was really the first time Colin heard this term.
Vera secretly said-sure enough.
"It used to be a special phrase for high elves, but it has long since been lost."
"Oh." Colin replied casually, and then curiously asked, "How exactly did the high elves disappear? Has your Mage Council researched anything?"
"No." Vera shook her head, "The time is too long, and the only ancient book that records what happened in the first place is written in Quenya..."
Colin rolled his eyes, seriously doubting the ability of these mages to decipher language.
"But..." Vera stopped talking.
"But what?"
"However, the Mages Council has some speculation."
"tell me the story."
"The time when the dragon and the high elves disappeared was about five thousand years ago, while the Lord of Radiance, the God of War, the Goddess of Destiny, the God of Storms... all of them began to be in the world at about the same time. Spreading faith.
So, there is probably a connection between the two..."
"Do you dare to speculate on the Lord of Radiance!" Colin interrupted strongly.
He must do this.
Although he thinks Vera's guess is somewhat reasonable, and he doesn't have much awe of the so-called gods, as a knight, he must stand firm.
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Otherwise, he would be rejected by the entire aristocracy.
Vera obviously also felt a little stupid, and even discussed this issue with a fanatical knight.
She sighed and seemed to lose interest in conversation.
Colin also stopped talking, pretending to be "offended".
Over time, Colin found that the body in his arms gradually warmed up.
Obviously, the female wizard is gradually recovering from the arcane out of control.
However, in this way, the physical friction between the two becomes more glamorous.
Colin must work harder to control his blood and don’t gather where it shouldn’t...
Even so, the faint scent of roses continued to penetrate into his nose, stirring his restless heart.
Finally, when the sky was getting dark and the team stopped to rest, Colin left his horse in relief.
But at the same time, he felt a little bit sad.
"Thank you for today, Knight Colin."
"You're welcome." Colin bowed and saluted, and just walked a few steps and then turned around and asked, "By the way, what does that elvish phrase you mean today?"
Vera hesitated for a moment: "Believe in the truth, not a lie."
"Understood." Colin smiled and nodded, then turned and left.
Vera lied.
Colin just knows the last word of the Elvish phrase.
But Colin did not reveal Vera, because he understood that the other party had lied just to take care of him.
The last Elvish word means not a lie, but a god.
So, the true meaning of the Elvish phrase Vera said should be:
Believe in the truth, not the gods.