PS: I was catching mice just now and wasted some time. It seems like the third chapter is going to be updated again tonight …
"Then, you're a perfect wife, right? Alice Phil, "Yan Fengqili said calmly. It was neither sarcasm nor praise. It was as if he was simply stating an answer.
"But because of this, I can't understand Wei Gong Qili. Since he loves you, his wife, why … would he talk about eternal world peace? Why would he sacrifice the person he loves for such meaningless ideals? "Then, he changed the topic. His tone and expression were full of confusion.
"What a strange question. A man like you, who even admits that he's meaningless, is mocking other people's ideals for being meaningless? "Alice Phil asked with a strange expression.
"Any adult with a normal mind would laugh at it," Yan Feng Qili replied.
"Fighting is human nature. Eradicating it is no different from eradicating humans. What is this if not meaningless? Wei Gong Qili's so-called ideals can't be called thoughts from the start. They're just children's dreams! "
Yan Feng Qili's thinking was really 'normal' on this point.
"Because of this, he can only rely on miracles," Alice Phil tried her best to maintain her composure and said softly.
"He lost everything for his ideals … In order to save the person he can't save, he always endured the punishment and was deprived of everything around him … I'm like this too. So far, he's been forced to make the decision to abandon the person he loves more than once … "
Hearing this. Yan Feng Qili stood up silently from his chair and looked at Alice Phil with a gloomy gaze. "You're saying that this isn't the only time. It's not just this one time, but this man's way of life? "
"Yes, Qili is too gentle. Even though he knows that he'll lose the other party one day, he's still not stingy with his love … "Alice Phil replied with certainty.
Instantly, a trace of anger appeared in Yan Feng Qili's eyes that he didn't notice.
For Yan Feng Qili, who couldn't feel any joy or happiness and only felt emptiness in his heart, Wei Gong Qili's behavior was simply a 'luxury' and a 'waste'. It was something he couldn't forgive! Therefore, no matter what happened before. In that instant, he, Yan Feng Qili, made up his mind to destroy Wei Gong Qile's wish.
With that thought in mind, Yan Fengqili walked in front of Alice Phil and put his hands around her neck. As he tightened his grip, he said faintly, "I understand. I finally understood. This is Wei Gong Qichuan. "
Alice Phil grabbed Yan Fengqili's wrist with both hands, her face full of pain.
A moment later. Alice Phil lost consciousness and her hands fell down weakly.
Only then did Yan Feng Qili let go of his hand and tossed the unconscious man to the side. His eyes shone with a rare desire to fight.
…
It was a grand hall with luxurious decorations.
There were many tables in the hall, and the tables were filled with all kinds of delicacies. There were also rows of candlesticks that emitted bright light.
This was Micault's banquet, where Irene's nobles gathered. It was the "gay sex" part of the party.
These people, who usually worshipped martial arts, tried their best to appear cultured and refined today.
It was because there were fresh flowers scattered all around, and the rich floral fragrance emitted from them. It was also because this was the engagement banquet for the King of Ireland, Cormac Art's daughter, Grania.
The engagement partner was Fane Mark, the son of Cuarr's son. He was a great hero who had supreme wisdom and was in charge of the Healing Water. Only he was fit to lead the unparalleled Fjodna Knights. His reputation was even comparable to the King's. It was really a wonderful marriage.
Beside the old hero Fane was his son, the poet Ossian, and his grandson, the hero Oscar. And the brave warriors of the Fane Knights.
"Steed" Gilda Mark Ronan, "The Tremor of the Battlefield" Geer Mark Mona, "Conan of the Graylashes". And "Face of Glory" Dilumudo Odina, who was given the highest honor.
Each of them was a brave knight, and they loved Fane. They swore to be loyal to him.
At this moment, they exchanged glasses and chatted enthusiastically. They did not notice the sadness in the eyes of Princess Grania, who was sitting beside the King.
Until after the banquet.
"Use my love in exchange for your sacred vow. My dear, please stop this ridiculous marriage. Take me away … … to the end of the sky, to the other side of the world! "
The teary-eyed princess grabbed the knight's hand and begged.
Then, the expected thing happened. The young knight eloped with the princess.
… …
"Sakura, what's wrong?" Sei Itō looked at the sleepy Sakura and asked.
"I had a strange dream." Sakura Toosaka rubbed her eyes and said.
"Oh? What kind of dream was it? "Sei Itō asked with interest.
"It seemed to be about Lancer … …" Sakura Toosaka said, and then told Sei Itō what she saw in the dream.
After a while, she finished.
"Sakura, have you heard of Celtic mythology?" Sei Itō asked as he reached out and pulled Sakura Toosaka into his arms and let her sit on his lap.
Sakura Toosaka shook her head and looked at Sei Itō curiously.
"Then today's lesson will be about Celtic mythology." Sei Itō smiled.
"In the Gaelic-speaking areas of ancient Ireland, there was a story … …"
After that, Ito Sei told Sakura the story of the ancient Irish legendary hero, Finn McCool, and the Fiona Knights that he led. He also told Sakura the relevant information about the lancer, Dilumudo Audi.
About an hour later.
"Sakura, study by yourself. I have something to do outside." Sei Itō let go of Sakura Toosaka in his arms.
"Okay, Brother Cheng." Sakura Toosaka answered obediently.
Sei Itō smiled and gently rubbed Sakura Toosaka's head. He then stood up from the tatami and left the room.
"Lancer, I'll leave Sakura's safety in your hands." Sei Itō said as he closed the door.
"If you want to hurt her, you have to step over my dead body first." Lancer, who was in spirit form, replied in a firm tone.
Sei Itō nodded slightly and didn't say anything else. He walked out of the hotel and stopped a taxi by the roadside. He then took the taxi to the church in Fuyuki Town.
Ten minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of the church.
Sei Itō paid the driver and got out of the car.
Just like the other European-style church buildings, the church in Fuyuki Town also had a pointed western style. However, unlike the white churches, the church in Fuyuki Town had a dark color, which made it look more solemn and dignified than white.
After looking at the church, Sei Itō didn't stay and walked into the church.
Perhaps it was because it wasn't mass yet, or perhaps it was because there weren't many believers in Fuyuwood Town, at this time, other than an old priest with white hair, there weren't any believers who came to pray. It was very deserted.
"May God bless you." Seeing someone coming, the old priest drew a cross in front of his chest.
"Does God really exist?" Sei Itō asked softly as he walked along the long bench in the church to the old priest standing in front of the podium.
"Yes." The old priest replied.
"Then where is he?" Sei Itō asked again.
"Everywhere. He uses his eyes to pay attention to the lamb on the ground. "The priest said devoutly.
"Is he watching us now?" Sei Itō smirked as he continued to ask.
"Yes. Therefore, God can see any evil deeds and punish them. "The priest said solemnly.
"Really?" Sei Itō smiled.
At this time, he had finished walking and was less than two meters away from the old priest.
"Heresy, do you want to start a war?!" Seeing that Ito Sei had entered his alert range, the old priest, who was Yan Fengqili's father, Yan Fengli, suddenly shouted angrily.
"We are at war now." Sei Itō laughed.
After saying that, he rushed in front of the old priest and punched him in the head. The latter's figure flashed and dodged the punch. Then, he counterattacked with his elbow, one of the Six Great Openings of Bajiquan.
Speaking of which, in terms of the practice of Bajiquan, as the leader of Yan Feng Qili, Yan Fengli was more powerful. Unfortunately, he had no talent in magic, so he couldn't strengthen his fist like Yan Feng Qili. In addition, he walked the orthodox path of a priest, so he didn't have much experience in killing and fighting. At least, he wasn't as rich and experienced as his son Yan Feng Qili.
Sei Itō raised his left hand and blocked in front of his chest.
"Pa!"
With the two of them as the center, a shockwave quickly spread out.
Sei Itō leaned back and diverted the power of Sei Itō's attack to the ground. At the same time, he swung his right arm and swept his fist toward Sei Itō's head. He lowered his head and dodged the arm sweep. Then, he lowered his body and extended his leg to hook one of Ito Sei's calves. Then, he threw a punch at Ito Sei's chest with a whirlwind.
Ito Sei dodged the attack with an iron bridge. He leaned sideways and used one of his arms to support himself on the ground. Then he lifted his free leg and kicked Rizheng's head again.
Sei Itō raised his arm to block the attack.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, Sei Itō's body staggered a few steps to the side.
Itō Sei was not going to let him off. He immediately turned around and kicked his legs like a windmill towards Li Zheng again. He used the kicking technique in Kabbalah.
Knowing Sei Itō's strength, Sei Itō didn't dare to be negligent. He immediately dodged.
Sei Itō took this opportunity to stand on the ground again. Then, he kicked the ground and threw a punch.
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