Chapter 396

Sally clenched her fists slightly, and her palms were covered with sweat at some point.

Walking all the way from the Duke's Mansion, the familiar streets in front of her eyes would make her feel inexplicably: she is no longer the little nun who was waiting hard in the monastery.

Today, she is the heir to the territory and the official priest of the sect.

Sally will never forget how these "haloes" came about: if it wasn't for Rody, she might have died in the attack on the border, and her father must have died under the potion of the undead...

This kind of kindness is something she can't repay no matter what—it's just that what Sally regrets is that when she thinks about it, the person who led her out of the crisis has already been pushed away by her.

The quarrel in the temple became the biggest emotional scar between her and Rody, but Sally believed that as long as she apologized as before, Roddy would forgive herself.

must.

This kind of belief supported her to stand for a long time, but when that familiar figure appeared in her vision, Sally pursed her lips slightly, and walked forward with some trepidation.

For the meeting at this moment, Sally dressed for more than four hours. At this time, her makeup was perfect and her temperament was elegant. Coupled with that white but gorgeous tunic dress, she was almost a painting in the eyes of everyone under the sun.

On the other side, after Baron Winston was stopped by the butler, Roddy, who had already dismounted and walked forward, was a little distracted—one will never completely forget everything, and Sally once had an unshakable position in his heart, but in that scene After the quarrel, Roddy couldn't confirm how much the position had changed...

In a daze, the distance between him and Sally was already close, but the chaotic thoughts in his mind were finally suppressed by his rationality: Rody had already made a choice, so he knew what he should do now.

In Sally's eyes, Roddy's appearance always seems to be "travelling", he is always running around on various battlefields, fighting silently for the goal that once shocked her heart, even if he came to see Himself, he is also wearing the patched leather armor, carrying the short blue bow on his back...

It's just... who is the woman next to him?

Although she was only seventeen years old, Sally still had instinctive hostility towards Akasha. But when she looked over, she found that the other party's eyes were full of "scrutiny" and "curiosity".

It shouldn't be...it won't be what I thought.

Sally tried her best to keep her heart beating calmly, looked at Rody who had come before her, paused for two seconds, and said, "Roddy... Long time no see.

"

Her voice was hoarse, making the atmosphere between the two even more awkward.

Looking at Sally, Rody felt a little indescribably depressed: the quarrel between the two when they met for the last time was still vivid in his memory, and he didn't even know what to say when they met at this time.

Finally, he moved his gaze aside: "Yeah, long time no see."

"I…"

"that…"

Neither of them looked at each other, and it wasn't until the moment when they spoke at the same time that Rody and Sally looked at each other for the first time.

Those eyes full of stubbornness, self-esteem and a little bit of grievance were exactly the same as in the memory. She didn't wait for Luo Di to say anything, and said first: "Last time...I messed up everything, I shouldn't doubt you like that, I—anyway I misunderstood a lot of things, about Nai, Naifei... No matter what, I will trust you in the future."

Sally originally wanted to talk to Rody about these things after returning to the Duke's mansion. After all, as the daughter of the Duke, it is not appropriate to apologize to a baron in public, but Akasha's appearance made her feel uncomfortable. A sense of crisis in speech.

So she bet everything: Sally believed that as long as she apologized first, Roddy would forgive herself as before, and then the relationship between the two would be reconciled as before...

It must be so.

"…Sorry, it is my fault."

Sally exhaled slowly, but when she raised her eyes, she found that the corner of Rody's mouth was twitching bitterly.

"The past is the past, I...accept your apology."

Rody's eyes flickered slightly, and some consciousness in his heart seemed to be shaken, but after turning his head to look at Akasha, he closed his eyes slightly.

When it was opened again, a formulaic smile appeared on Rody's face: "Is the Duke of Angmar okay?"

"Father's condition is not very optimistic."

Sally answered the question mechanically. She looked at Rody's cheek, but her heart sank bit by bit.

After the focus of her sight switched twice between Roddy and Akasha, Sally finally couldn't hold her breath and asked aloud, "This is..."

"Akasha, I am a follower of Rody."

Standing in front of Sally, Akasha in a plain robe really felt "ashamed of herself": In terms of life experience, she was far behind the other party; in terms of appearance, although the two had their own merits, she couldn't imitate Sally's A self-confident air of noble birth. And listening to the duke's daughter's apology to Rody, no matter how stupid Akasha was, she could hear the guilt and concession in her words.

The implication of this also made her a little nervous. So she took a step forward and offered to introduce herself.

But after her words fell, Rody stretched out his arm, held her gently, and said to Sally, "It's a former follower."

Although the three of them didn't have any expressions, their heartstrings were all tensed in one place—and when Rody held Akasha's palm, the corners of Sally's eyes twitched suddenly, and blood was drawn on her face almost instantly. It seemed to be completely white.

"You...what do you mean—you, I mean..."

She looked at Roddy in a panic, and then looked around, but she couldn't say a complete sentence. There were countless hopes in my heart, but the facts before me... ruthlessly shattered everything.

It's too late.

For a moment, Sally almost fell into the abyss of losing control of her emotions, but the guards holding weapons in her vision suddenly reminded her of her identity and situation at this time

"call--"

Sally took a deep breath, forced tears into her eyes, lowered her eyelids, and said with all her strength in a "calm" tone: "Father is here, waiting for you at the mansion, I still have something... I— "

Before finishing this sentence, she could no longer bear the pain in her heart, turned around and walked in another direction... Her steps became faster and faster, and finally turned into running desperately, as if fleeing from a lingering Nightmare to go.

Looking at Sally's back, Akasha understood what it meant no matter how stupid she was, she turned her head to look at Rody - although his face was still calm, his arms were trembling slightly uncontrollably.

"Let's go to the Duke's Mansion."

Now that a choice has been made, it is destined not to have a happy ending.

Roddy closed his eyes again, took a deep breath, and then walked towards the Duke's mansion, never looking at the direction Sally left.

"My lord, your horse and equipment—"

"I have always entered the mansion wearing equipment. If you feel inappropriate, you can report to Butler John."

His voice suddenly became cold, hard and piercing. But Akasha didn't speak, gently stroking his palm, and silently followed him forward.

On the street tens of meters away, passers-by looked at this gorgeously dressed girl in amazement.

Sally ran desperately. After running for more than 30 meters, she finally fell to the ground because her long skirt tripped her feet. The blame poured out of his brain, blurring the world in front of him instantly.

"despair."

"despair."

Tears fell to the ground, and a huge sense of helplessness came suddenly. Sally suppressed her crying, but her tears grew more and more.

Why…

why...

"Miss Sally?"

A voice sounded in front, Sally raised her head, tried to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Miss Sally, I'm Lunch Winston, Earl Winston of Pahainar."

Winston, who walked around all the way, was overjoyed at this moment, but he remained calm on the surface. The young earl, who was well versed in how to pick up girls, tried to make himself serious, and said in a deep voice, "Do you need my help, Miss Sally?"

He stretched out his hand, trying to help Sally up, this movement has also been honed countless times, and it looks very elegant - but Sally has no interest in such "elegance" at all.

She ignored Winston's outstretched palm, gritted her teeth and stood up.

"Miss Sally, maybe we should find a chance to sit down and talk, the baron is really ignorant, it is really rude for a lady to do this

"Do you need me to send you back to the mansion in a carriage?"

"Or go to my temporary station to take a break? It's not far ahead..."

"If there is a chance, I will definitely fight that reckless guy. What contribution can such an incompetent nobleman make to the territory? One more is not much, and one less is not much."

Sally stepped forward, while Earl Winston was at the side trying to get her attention—but when she said this, Sally stopped suddenly.

"Incompetent nobleman?"

She turned her head expressionlessly and said in a low voice: "Who stopped the orcs from attacking? Who killed Magda and Bellom? Who changed the outcome of the Battle of the Rose Cross?"

The next moment, Sally broke out without warning——

"He's stupid, he's stupid, he has a lot of flaws, but absolutely no one can accuse him of being 'incompetent,'"

Stretching out her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, Sally breathed heavily, "He broke my heart. The title and territory you came from? With the price tag of your outfit? With your face that can be a male prostitute?"

She raised her head, her tone suddenly lowered: "Leave your rhetoric...to those whores."

"I don't eat this set."

Angrily throwing the other party there, Sally didn't care about the ugly face that turned red and green at all, and walked forward - but within two steps, there was a sudden noise from the guards in the distance.

Sally stopped suddenly, and when she looked back, there were intermittent shouts in the air...

"There are assassins"