Incirsta's mouth was wide open.
He was almost stunned, "… My God, you actually spouted so much nonsense just to refute me? Should I feel honored or at a loss for what to do? It seems like this is the first time since I've met you. And my old friend, your words sound a little like the Nine Phoenixes. I didn't know you had the gift of a linguist. "
Tarkus glanced at him, "I always have, you just didn't notice. Before my hundredth birthday, I always thought I would become a scholar."
The poor Black Lord rolled his eyes.
"Then what do you say we do?" He pointed at Brando, and then at Boban who was next to him, "That's Brando. You know who he is, the mighty lord of the Antoburo Principality. My God, if we bring these two back to the Realm of Eternal Death, we'll be waiting for His Majesty to chop off our heads. "
Tarkus, however, looked in that direction and remained silent.
"Take one step at a time," he replied.
"That doesn't sound like something you would say, Tarkus."
"It doesn't sound like it," Tarkus replied, "because it is."
For the first time, Incirsta discovered that his friend actually had a talent for humor, although he probably didn't think so himself.
Now he was beginning to admit that Tarkus did indeed have the potential to become a scholar, because they were both neurotic — in his opinion.
But that was of no use.
… …
"Fifth column, seventh line … eighth line …"
Delfien struggled to prop herself up on the ladder. Her face was as white as a thin sheet of paper, and sweat poured down like rain, densely covering her almost transparent skin.
But she was careful not to let a single drop of sweat stain the bookshelf. That would be a fatal mistake, and absolutely could not be allowed.
Her gaze rested on one of the books. The bookshelf had traces of frequent looting, and the gilded title on the thick book's spine was very ordinary. It was the genealogy of the Rosalins. At a glance, such a book seemed to have the value of being frequently looted. Some nobles liked to reminisce about their family's history. The more glorious the family's past, the more bleak the present — the more they liked it.
The Rosalins seemed to fit this pattern, but Delfien's intuition told her that she had guessed correctly.
She took a light breath and retracted her hand. She wiped the fine layer of sweat on her pure white wrist and palm with her skirt. This extremely rude action was something that she would never do on a normal day. That was something that only servants would do.
But people were not born vulgar. Of course, it was the same for nobility. The Prime Minister's daughter wanted to prove this right now.
After carefully wiping off her sweat, she moved the ladder closer and reached for the book in the corner of the bookshelf. Carefully, she tried to take out the book the way its original owner had taken it out.
"Fifth column, eighth line, 'History of the Rosaleen family', page 332, third paragraph, between the seventh and eighteenth sentences, you found it very accurately …"
An abrupt voice suddenly rang out behind Delfien. It was a somewhat gentle voice, like a gentleman's careful and careful voice, afraid of scaring her.
But Delfien, who was highly strung up, was so frightened that she trembled. The thick book in her hand fell out of her hand and landed heavily on the thick carpet. She missed a step and fell backward.
She screamed and fell from the air. She could not help but close her eyes. She remembered that there was a small table behind her. If she fell on it, she would most likely die.
Countless complicated thoughts rushed out of her mind.
She did not expect to fall short of success in the end.
Perhaps it was just like what his grandfather had said about him. He was still too simple-minded and paranoid about this world. Martha had taught him this answer one by one, but in the end, he still ignored all of it.
What she thought of was not hatred, nor was it the empire burning in flames and the dying Silver Queen.
In the chaotic illusion before her eyes, she saw the bright afternoon sun. She saw her grandfather's carriage slowly driving along the rose path into the green courtyard. Under the huge willow tree of the Nidevan family, the old man's figure became more and more crooked.
The era of the giants had finally come to an end. After the supreme of the empire had obtained everything he needed, his daughter began to strip away the glory of this ancient family.
She wanted revenge.
For her grandfather, for her father, she wanted to take back the glory of the Nidevan family.
She suddenly remembered the question Elman had asked her on a warm summer night when she and Elman were hugging by the side of the Lover's River in the Imperial Capital.
"Delfien, tell me. Do you care about my identity and the family behind me, or do you care about me?"
She remembered laughing at the time because that question was laughable. She remembered looking at that silly fellow with a teasing gaze.
"Elman, how can you be so naive? Are there any other things besides politics in the imperial capital's noble circle?"
"I love you, and I care about your family and your identity. If you were just a lowly person, I wouldn't be with you."
Elman did not say anything at that time, as if he had silently agreed.
Delfien suddenly felt a little disappointed.
She suddenly realized that her love and hate were mixed with something that should not have been there.
But when she came back to her senses, she found that she was not in Elman's warm embrace, but in the embrace of a stranger.
The man looked at her with a smile. His hands wrapped around her ankles and shoulders and held her from behind. Before she could react, he placed her on the ground politely. She was barefoot, and she could feel the thick handmade carpet tickling her soles.
"It's too abrupt, but I can't help but like to show off. Bad habits are hard to change." The man looked at her. His black eyes were like two bright black gems. His long hair was draped over his shoulders. His appearance was somewhat feminine, but it definitely wouldn't make people think that he was feminine.
He smiled at Delfien and said: "If I scared Miss Delfien, please forgive me."
"Fang Qi," Delfien leaned against the bookshelf, her face pale. She trembled slightly as she asked: "When did you come in?"
She immediately realized that she had asked a stupid question. Her face darkened as she changed the topic: "Were you the one behind the voice at that time as well?"
It only took a moment for her to realize what was going on.
The voice she heard in her dreams when she was unconscious was this man's voice. It was completely different from his usual voice when he talked to Lord Rosaleen, but now it was obvious.
She was not stupid. She knew that she had been tricked.
"Lord Rosaleen is too wary of us. I just needed someone who was less wary of him to explore his secrets. But the price of buying someone is too high. The people around him are either too mediocre, or too difficult to make a move on …" Fang Qi did not hide from Delfien's accusation. He crossed his arms and shrugged: "Only Miss Delfien has an interesting experience … Hmm, I believe I didn't force you to do anything."
Delfien's expression changed. She said angrily: "You peeped into my memories!?"
"I know it's not a good habit, but I just can't help it. I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me." Fang Qi scratched his head awkwardly: "But you're a clean girl, and I didn't see anything unnecessary. You have to believe me. And the details of your life don't exist on the surface of your consciousness. You should understand what I mean …"
Delfien's face was ashen. She gritted her teeth and glared at him. Just as she was about to explode, the man seemed to realize that he had gone too far.
He quickly shut his mouth and changed his words: "Hmm … I'm sorry, but I have to explain myself. After all, this is related to my reputation."
"Shut up …"
The prime minister's daughter squeezed out the two words from between her teeth.
"Okay, okay, Miss Delfien. Please calm down. I'll listen to your orders!" The man immediately raised his hands and said: "But I believe we still have a common topic. Since you've seen those things, I can roughly guess what you want to do. Your current actions also prove my thoughts. Our goals are the same."
Delfien was silent for a moment. She wanted to explode, but she suppressed her impulse and asked coldly: "What do you want to do?"
Fang Qi walked past her and bent down to pick up the book from the ground. He flipped through the pages and then closed the book. He looked up and said to her: "Miss Delfien, your help to us ends here. But you've given me a surprise. Perhaps you can solve the mystery of the jadeite."
"You want me to solve the mystery of the jadeite? Why should I?" Delfien looked at him coldly: "I don't care if I die."
"I also don't want a great beauty like you to die, Miss Delfien," Fang Qi replied: "It's not that serious. This is just a transaction. You want to save the world, and so do I. After all, neither of us wants to die. You should know that the Jadeite Heart only has one use."
"It can also let you ascend to the throne, not just the Nine Phoenix." Delfien mercilessly exposed him.
"That's just a side effect," Fang Qi replied nonchalantly. "Maybe it's a little important to me, but it doesn't mean anything to you, Miss Delphine. But we have a common enemy, and I can help you deal with him."
"I don't need —"
"Really?"
Delfien's mouth moved, but she suddenly thought of something. She looked up at him and said: "You plan to cause trouble for that person?"
There was a hint of a sneer in her tone.
"Actually, it's not a plan." Fang Qi took out a pocket watch from his sleeve and opened it to take a look: "If my subordinates were punctual, they would have already caused trouble for him."
"Then you're in big trouble …" Delfien looked at this guy a little pitifully and sneered: "You'd better pray for yourself."
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