Ambiguous atmosphere

Even through the black gauze, Colin could still see a touch of red glow rising from the female mage's face.

Only then did he notice that the female mage's blond hair had turned all white at some point!

Moreover, every wisp is condensed with the breath of frost.

She can't control her arcane energy!

No wonder help is needed.

"Of course, it's my pleasure!"

Since it was the woman who proposed it, Colin wouldn't be pretentious.

And he also understood that the reason why he was chosen was not because the other party suddenly fell in love with him, but because he was the highest-ranking noble in the team.

Yes, classism.

It is so natural in this world.

Even if Knight Bliss is powerful, he can kill Colin with one hand.

But as long as he is not awarded a title or becomes the heir to the title, in the eyes of the real nobles, he can only be regarded as a reserve member of the nobles, but has not truly stepped into the threshold of the nobles.

There is a sentence that can describe the Cavaliers' embarrassing situation very well:

In the eyes of the common people, they are nobles, but in the eyes of the nobles, they are civilians.

Therefore, the female mage of noble birth would rather choose Colin than let the more familiar and trustworthy Bliss get close to her.

Of course, it may also be because Bliss needs to lead the team and cannot be distracted...

Colin was thinking wildly as he dismounted and mounted the female mage's horse.

There is no warm fragrance of nephrite, only bone-chilling coldness.

All of a sudden, the little wild fire that had been rising in Colin's heart was completely extinguished.

The female mage shrank into Colin's arms stiffly, as if looking for warmth and support.

Bliss looked at Colin deeply with a slightly warning look, then turned around to rectify the team and prepare to set off.

"I'm sorry, Knight Colin, I've been using spells too frequently these days and I'm a little exhausted. That's why I need to trouble you..."

"Don't say that. You are doing this just to help us get out of danger. Don't worry, I will take good care of you."

The team sets off again.

Because the forward speed is not slow, the horse's back is very bumpy.

The female mage's body was weak and she almost relied on Colin's embrace to prevent her from falling.

"Are you okay?" Colin felt the female mage in his arms shaking slightly, so he leaned into her ear and asked, "Do you need me to slow down?"

"It's okay, no need." The female mage gritted her teeth and said, "We must leave here as soon as possible."

"good."

The journey was bumpy, and the two of them stuck together tightly, inevitably causing some friction...

Then Colin discovered with embarrassment that the blood all over his body had a tendency to gather in a certain part.

It seems that vampires also have that ability.

I'll write it down when I have time...

Fortunately, Colin could now control the flow of his own blood at will, so he took the initiative to disperse the blood concentrated in a certain part throughout the body to avoid causing embarrassment.

"What's your name?" In order to distract him, Colin asked casually.

The female mage hesitated for a moment, then replied: "Vera."

But she did not give her last name.

Colin raised his eyebrows: "Flower of Truth?"

"Do you still understand Elvish?" Vera's tone was a little surprised.

"Of course, this is a necessary skill for an elegant noble." Colin said casually.

In fact, this was just some knowledge that Eamonn, the butler who wanted to improve the style of the Angelet family, tried every means to forcefully cram into Colin.

But Colin had only learned a little bit, and was barely a master at it. At this moment, he just happened to be a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse.

"Ainucoimascuivie, Laurelinleucamiule." Another series of elvish words came out of Vera's mouth.

As the first race to learn to use arcane energy, elves must speak many spells in Elvish, so this has become a language that mages must learn.

"Huh?" But the half-hearted Colin was blinded.

"Giggle..." Vera was in a good mood after catching Colin in embarrassment.

"Smelly woman!"

"What?" Vera's slender eyebrows suddenly frowned, "What language did you just speak?"

"Guess." Colin smiled quite proudly.

Of course he would not tell the other party that what he just spoke was Chinese.

"Kind of like Quenya." Vera guessed, but then shook her head, "That's impossible."

Quenya is the special language of the high elves, but it has long since disappeared from the world like the high elves.

The current elves and Nagas are actually descendants of the former high elves.

Therefore, whether it is to trace the footsteps of our ancestors or to explore those ancient arcane books that no one has understood for a long time, Quenya has always been the focus of research for these two races and mages.

But unfortunately, the results of thousands of years of research can only piece together the pronunciation of dozens of words.

Therefore, Vera felt that Colin, who could not even speak Elvish fluently, could not possibly know Quenya.

Although his pronunciation just now is very similar to the pronunciation of the Quenya word that has been deciphered so far.

"What language is Quenya?" This was the first time Colin heard this term.

Vera secretly thought - sure enough.

"It used to be the special language of high elves, but it has been lost long ago."

"Oh." Colin responded casually, and then asked curiously, "How did the high elves disappear? Has your Council of Mages researched anything?"

"No." Vera shook her head, "It was too long ago, and the only ancient book that might record what happened at that time was written in Quenya..."

Colin rolled his eyes, seriously doubting the ability of these mages to decipher the language.

"But..." Vera hesitated.

"But what?"

"However, the Mages Council has some guesses."

"tell me the story."

"The dragons and high elves disappeared about five thousand years ago, but the Lord of Glory, the God of War, the Goddess of Fate, the God of Storms... and other gods all began to appear at about the same time. Spreading faith in the world.

Therefore, there is probably some connection between the two..."

"How dare you make assumptions about the Lord of Glory!" Colin interrupted forcefully.

He must do this.

Although he felt that Vera's guess had some truth, and he didn't have much respect for the so-called gods, as a knight, he had to stand his ground.

This is his "personality".

Otherwise, he would be ostracized by the entire aristocratic class.

Vera obviously felt a little stupid for discussing such an issue with a fanatical knight.

She sighed and seemed to have lost interest in talking.

Colin stopped talking and pretended to be "offended".

As time passed, Colin found that the body in his arms gradually became warmer.

Obviously, the female mage is gradually recovering from the loss of arcane magic.

However, in this way, the physical friction between the two people became more fragrant and charming.

Colin must work harder to control his blood from gathering in places it shouldn't...

Even so, wisps of faint rose fragrance continued to penetrate into his nose, stirring up his restless heart.

Finally, when the sky was getting dark and the team stopped to rest, Colin got off the horse with relief.

But at the same time, he actually felt a little reluctant to give up.

"Thank you very much for today, Knight Colin."

"You're welcome." Colin bowed and saluted. After taking a few steps, he turned back and asked, "By the way, what does the Elvish phrase you said today mean?"

Vera hesitated for a moment: "Believe in the truth, not lies."

"Understood." Colin nodded with a smile, turned and left.

Vera lied.

Colin happened to know the last word of that Elvish phrase.

However, Colin did not expose Vera, because he understood that the other party also told a little lie to take care of his mood.

The last Elvish word does not mean lie, but - spirit.

Therefore, the real meaning of the Elvish sentence spoken by Vera should be:

Believe in truth, not gods.