The girl said in a discouraged voice.
“I’m sorry.”
Prince Carlo raised his hand and then pulled it back. He took out a embroidered handkerchief with golden threads from his pocket and handed it over, “Wipe it.”
She took it, still sobbing, but her sobbing frequency slowed down:
“He tempted me, but I already have Mr. Leslie… He wants me to fall into the abyss with him, but I don’t want to. He deliberately framed me and made you, Prince Carlo, misunderstand. He wants me to leave the light camp… He forced me, what can I do…”
She looked up:
“What should I do?”
Tears flowed from her eyes, and Prince Carlo did not know that a woman could shed so many tears.
Yes, what is her fault?
She is just too charming.
If it really is related to the dark forces, it would only hide like an underground mouse, how could it deliberately reveal itself.
“Let’s go and tell the Archbishop and the professors, they will definitely find the evil dark apostle–” Prince Carlo said, about to leave, but was pulled back by a force.
The girl grabbed his silk sleeve and shook her head:
“… Then do I still have a way out? Prince Carlo… They will say, oh, Miss Fergus has something to do with the dark apostle, she is naturally evil, as expected… And…I was betrayed by him, by him…”
She seemed ashamed and cried again, covering her face.
Prince Carlo’s heart was struck by a huge sadness:
How helpless she is, like a lost and desperate lamb.
If the lamb is shot by the hunter, does he have the right to force her?
“I, I can’t let Mr. Leslie know, he, he will definitely despise me, oh, it makes me so miserable… I am tainted… My great God, I shouldn’t live in this world… but I can’t bear it, I can’t bear it… I can’t bear to lose the fragrance of this world, can’t bear to lose the sunlight of this world, can’t bear to lose my mother, and can’t bear to lose Mr. Leslie…”
Prince Carlo’s hand involuntarily fell on Belia’s soft golden hair:
“Miss Fergus…”
His voice was extremely gentle:
“No one will harm you, I promise.”
“Then, then… you will keep it a secret for me, won’t you?”
At this moment, the blue eyes intersected with the amber eyes, and Prince Carlo’s throat moved slightly–
At this time, “What are you doing?”
A voice came.
The silver-haired boy crossed the boundary between light and darkness, bypassed the heavy bookshelves, and walked towards the two.
His watery green eyes were dim, but they landed accurately between the two:
“Belia, and…Prince Carlo?”
Prince Carlo shrank his hand as if being scalded, and his palm still retained the soft temperature of the hair, like entwined silk threads.
He put his back hand behind him, and smiled dryly:
“Mr. Leslie, have you come back from Lord Bruce’s place?”
“Prince Carlo.”
Gaia nodded lightly, “Natassie is looking for you.”
“Okay, okay,” Prince Carlo scratched his head, “Then I will go find him.”
“Then goodbye, Prince Carlo.”
The golden-haired girl looked at him pleadingly, Prince Carlo nodded at her, glanced at the oblivious Mr. Leslie, and walked away with long strides.
When he was near the stairs, he looked back, and the two were no longer in their original place.
He could vaguely see the white skirt hidden by the bookshelf, Prince Carlo pressed his chest, shook his head, and walked down again.
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Facing Gaia, Liao Yu was almost a hundred times more vigilant-
He is not as easily fooled as Prince Carlo.
Lewis wanted to protect Natassie, so Prince Carlo could only hear the last sentence he intentionally raised.
But what about Gaia?
The wind is his ears, and the light is his eyes.
How much did he hear?
How much did he feel?
Although telepathy can only read the thoughts of a moment, but…
Liao Yu felt like a pressure cooker, constantly bubbling and bubbling with hot steam. She held her heart, waiting for the last shoe to drop.
“Belia?”
Gaia had already walked in front of her, and he didn’t ask anything, just said, “Do you… want to go to the third floor?”
“Third floor?”
Liao Yu quickly wiped away her tears.
“The third floor,” she said, her voice muffled, “Gaia… don’t you want to ask anything?”
Gaia looked at her, his lake-green eyes like still water without ripples.
So, Liao Yu understood, this topic stops here.
“Let’s go, I’ll take you to the third floor.”
“I’m not allowed to go.” She said with indistinct emotions, fear, timidity, or something else, “They said, the third floor is forbidden.”
Gaia spread his palm to her.
The jade palm has distinct textures, and a hexagram-shaped iron card lies on it.
“Let’s go.”
He took the lead and walked forward, bypassing the tall bookshelves one after another, heading towards the bronze-painted door concealed behind.
Liao Yu paused for a moment, gathered her spirits, and caught up.
She reached out to hold his hand like before, and Gaia did not refuse. She put her hand in his palm again.
“So… Gaia, did you go to Lord Bruce just now for this?”
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