Sanctuary Huazhang III Tianyuan

Chapter 21

Chapter21

Three days later, in the early morning of drizzle, the attendant suddenly announced that there was a visitor.

The wound was getting better gradually, but I could only lie on the bed to recuperate, put down the half-read novel, and the door was opened at the same time.

"Eden, are you hurt?"

The icy look of the big beauty has a touch of warmth, her chestnut hair is coiled up noblely, and her slender neck is as beautiful as a swan.

I lazily said: "Thank you for your concern, don't say you feel happy."

"I wanted to find you when you first arrived, but His Majesty refused to let me, so I had to sneak here."

I agree: "I see, no wonder I've been living in isolation for the last two weeks."

The drizzle is connected into raindrops on the glass, and the strands are like our lifeline.

I laughed heartlessly, and Alicia showed a depressed expression: "Why do you always pretend to be indifferent?"

I used my arms to support my body and changed my posture. The scar hurts so much that I can't help frowning. I smiled and mocked: "Is it normal for everyone to see my sad face? Everyone has a unique sadness. Hanging on the surface will only become the laughing stock of others."

Alicia didn't answer, but instead said: "I came today for one purpose, and I'm curious about how you and His Majesty Luo Sihua are doing."

"What else? We've already reached that point, and it's impossible to get any worse anyway."

The raindrops wet the statues beside the street, and tears flowed down the beautiful statues.

Alicia stared at me with charming eyes: "Do you resent Your Majesty for launching a war?"

I avoided answering: "I respect His Majesty Luo Sihua very much. He is a real king, cold enough, decisive enough, and cruel enough."

Alicia had a slightly questioning tone, as if she was extremely dissatisfied with me.

"It's unfair for you to say that. As a lover, he is of course gentle and considerate, but since he managed Orson, his military methods have not changed. It is not the first time that bloodbathed the army in the city. Surprise just means you didn't know him before. He's not what he's become, it's what he is."

I interrupted her: "What do you tell me these things, we are just enemies who are connected to each other because of a weapon, and what kind of person Luo Sihua is has nothing to do with me."

"I know everyone is against aggression, but you shouldn't judge His Majesty one-sidedly!"

"It's his business if he wants to invade. If he wants to invade Aates, I will stop at nothing to protect my people and get rid of him."

Alicia was so angry that I couldn't bear it, and when I thought she was about to punch me, tears suddenly filled her eyes: "You are really the most ruthless person in the world, do you know that Luo Sihua did all this for you? "

I just thought she was talking nonsense, and she smiled sarcastically: "For me? For me to carry out large-scale aggression?"

"Eden, are you out of your mind or something? No matter how much benefit you can get indirectly, war is always a waste of money. Do you really think that Luo Sihua likes to start a war?"

I listened in astonishment.

Alicia glanced at me angrily, and had no choice but to start to narrate: "If you want to know the specific answer, you can find it yourself. There are detailed records in Luo Sihua's private library."

"4000 years ago, there was a very popular prophet in Orson. He made three predictions in total."

"He predicted that the structure of the sanctuary would undergo drastic changes after a thousand years, and that the sacred artifacts would re-constrain the forces to stabilize the balance of the sanctuary. At that time, Orson was at a medium level of development, and his prediction was buried without any response."

"However, 1000 years later, His Majesty Luo Sihua was born, leading Orson to the extreme of prosperity and strength, as a turning point in Orson's history."

"Nearly 2000 years later, the holy sword and holy shield appeared in the world to restrict the balance, and the sanctuary was completely divided into factions, making people have to believe in the authenticity of the prophecy."

I frowned: "What else did the prophecy say?"

Alicia said: "I really can't say this. The curse of prophecy restricts our words and deeds, and the secrecy work has been done very well. Only His Majesty and a few prophets know the content in the entire sanctuary."

I was a little bored: "Don't play charades again, okay? If you expect me to reinterpret war because of a prophecy whose content is not even known, you are too much treating me like a child."

Alicia also made a face of indifference: "Believe it or not, if His Majesty wanted to tell you these things, he would not have kept them from you until now, so rationally speaking, it would be better if you didn't know, if it weren't for His Majesty's recent mental state. I won't tell you either."

I asked: "What happened to Luo Sihua?"

"What else can I do? It's just as depressed as the time after you just regained your memory and left... Don't you understand that the bedroom where you have lived for more than 800 years has suddenly been closed, so that doesn't explain the problem."

I touched the corners of my dry mouth: "Luo Sihua doesn't love Orson or his people. Seriously, do you think Luo Sihua really loves me? Does he know what love is?"

Alicia opened the door and turned back, "Your Majesty Luo Sihua can not love Orson or his people. He can give up on anyone in this world, but he can't give up loving you."

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It's been a month since I was finally able to move freely, during which Roswald always came to visit me in my sleep.

I really didn't know what to say to him, so I just pretended to fall asleep.

But many times, I can clearly feel the cold, gentle kiss on my forehead.

The rest of the night was almost lost in random thinking.

I have never been to Luo Sihua's private library. Fortunately, no one disturbed me in Huaxi Palace. After five laps, I finally found the room with the strongest enchantment attribute.

This is equivalent to the confidential archives room, the most private place in a country. The files are sealed in different folders, and there are so many things that are impossible to find. Every shelf is locked by a glass door.

There are several drawers on the square table in the middle, all of which are also locked.

In fact, my lockpicking skills are still good, but there is no wire at the scene so I have to give up.

I stood on tiptoe and looked at the high shelf. There was a row of materials about the sacred artifacts piled up on top of each other. I flipped through one of the records, and after reading it, I was in a bad mood.

"...Since ancient times, the Holy Sword and the Holy Shield have not been in absolute opposition. The normal development of the world requires the emergence of changers and invaders, and every nation also needs a guardian who defends the interests of the race──This is the existence of the Holy Artifact significance."

"But judging whether something belongs to justice is not based on its own magical attributes, but on how the holder exerts its effects. If the owner of the sacred artifact can use it reasonably, the sanctuary can develop peacefully for thousands of years..."

This is simply nonsense!

Just as I was about to pick up another book, footsteps echoed in the corridor, and I quickly returned the book to its original place and slipped away.

I saw Rothwald three times in the following week, the first time in the hallway, when I was looking at the marks I had carved on the wall of the past.

The heart-shaped imprints are no longer clear, and they are vaguely imprinted on the wall and engraved on the entire corridor, which is so abrupt under the beautiful sculpture painting.

I couldn't help but stop, staring in a daze at my masterpiece when I was a child.

Unfortunately, after standing for two minutes, I ran into Luo Sihua.

I laughed dryly and said hello: "Why is Your Majesty here?"

Luo Sihua's thick and long eyelashes trembled, and he said absent-mindedly after a while: "Come and see you."

"I'm recovering very quickly, and I'll probably recover in a few days." I said politely, thinking of running away as soon as possible.

"You can walk around after you recover. Orson has changed a lot in recent years, especially the remote towns are developing rapidly, and Bell City in the north is showing a very prosperous trend."

I nodded, endured and endured and said: "Your Majesty, what are you thinking about bringing me back to Orson? I am very depressed when you treat me coldly like this. I have explained clearly about the Battle of Grace. If you don't What's the matter, can I go back to Aates?"

"Is that why you hate living in Orson so much?"

"It's not annoying, Orson has developed very prosperously, but it's not my country after all, I'm here for no reason but to waste time..."

I paused, "What's more, Aates also needs my protection, and Elliott will bother me even if I'm not here."

Loshua glanced at the wall uneasy: "We have already sent an invitation letter to Aates, and Elliott wrote back saying that you are temporarily adjusting in Orson as a vacation."

"Oh, Your Majesty is really thoughtful."

Luo Sihua's voice was a little trembling: "Yi'er, I know you don't want to forgive me and don't want to understand me. This time I have no other purpose, I just want to watch you..."

I had nothing to say, thought for a while and quickly changed the subject, and said without thinking: "Why doesn't Your Majesty remove these traces, the good wall is ruined."

Luo Sihua hesitated for a moment, and slowly flailed his eyelashes: "I feel that you have to carve the wall at the beginning, but now you can't remove it."

I didn't ask him again what he meant that could not be removed, whether it was the deep and shallow knife marks on the wall or the unforgettable scars in my heart.

The second time I met him, I could only see him from a distance. The Everday Coast where I came was empty, and only then did I understand why the soldiers outside were hesitant to speak.

The back of Luo Sihua stood alone on the coastline, his black hair was blowing in the wind, the waves slapped on the white sand, and the hot sun coated his whole body with a holy golden light.

His slender and tall back is so lonely and lonely, I couldn't help but want to run over to hug his waist and kiss him.

The flash of such a thought in my mind startled me, and I escaped as fast as I could.

The third time I met was in the Historical Archives. At that time, my wounds had fully healed, and I was doing nothing. When I was flipping through the history books, I ran into Luo Sihua who was sitting by the window.

Luo Sihua leaned against the window and rested his chin with the back of his hand, his slightly raised arc looked particularly sexy.

He watched with great interest as I moved a large pile of historical materials by the table,

I smiled and said, "Your Majesty also reads?"

This time we all naturally had a lot, Luo Sihua shook his head: "Just passing by, the things here are for the public, if you are looking for information, don't come here."

I tilted my head, "I have no way to go anywhere else, it's all for entertainment."

Luo Sihua thought for a while, and took out a bunch of keys: "You know my private study, if you want to go to it yourself, although it is more political, it still has a certain reference value, and I rarely go there."

Mentioning this happened to be my latest worry, so I thanked it and put it away.

Luo Sihua smiled: "Yi'er, if only we could be like today."

I nodded, glanced at the book "All Out" in Luo Sihua's hand, and asked, "Is this book interesting?"

I have read this book, and it sold well in Sanctuary. Based on the rigorous evolution history of Sanctuary, the plot unfolds, telling the story of people’s joys and sorrows under the background of racial wars. The plot is ups and downs, and the main line of war is inserted into love elements. It received rave reviews for a while.

Luo Sihua's black hair was soft and loose, reflecting the soft and quiet light. He thought for a while and said: "From the perspective of love, it is still a very readable novel."

"What about other aspects?"

"There are some distortions. For example, he has downplayed a lot of reality. Having a perfect love in an era of war is simply too idealistic."

I pointed out something else: "Of course, talking about perfection in the chaos of war is false, but isn't the cause of all this the cruelty of war?"

It was the first time I accused Luo Sihua of not evading my answer. He said indifferently: "Yi'er, I never expected you to understand my behavior, and I didn't intend to deny anything. I just hope you understand that the most important thing is for yourself. People often don’t hesitate to give up anything.”

I suddenly felt powerless: "But what His Majesty sacrificed was the people and their lives. Is it just to satisfy personal ambition?"

His bright purple eyes were so sad, as if the pain that had been carried for thousands of years was released at this moment.

"...Yi'er, if I said that the most important thing is you, would you believe me?"

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Writer's words:

Although I know that some people think that Luo Sihua is scum, I still can’t help but say a few words. We read this story from the standpoint of Eden. Everyone can see the pain in Eden’s heart, but Luo Sihua is also struggling in this relationship. , although his confession seemed pale and feeble, but after all, there was nothing he could do.

And regarding the ending of this article, I can only say that I will not let them have misunderstandings and heartaches, even if they leave, I will be happy with it. This is the best result I can give. (Sorry, Lele, give me a hug)