Chapter: 1159
"Don't you understand yet? It's not a coincidence that we met, even you like..."
She paused with nausea, and continued: "Even if you fell in love with me, it was in someone else's arrangement. Don't you think everything is too fast? I believe in love at first sight, but I don't believe it has such a magical power. You act like the protagonist in a third-rate love novel, just because you met once, you fell in love obsessively, fell in love with the strange me, and forgot the object you once liked, this is crazy!"
Prince Edsack's eyes were straight, his mouth was open, but he didn't speak.
His body shook suddenly, as if he had finally woken up from a long dream.
"You, you are indeed my type...but my reaction, really, really, was too exaggerated..."
The corners of Triss' mouth turned up, and she sneered sideways: "Poor person, even liking this kind of thing has been arranged by others, just like that puppet with a string.
"Don't you understand? You are the one who can be sacrificed, and I am not only the hostage needed for the cooperation between the royal family and the Witch Sect, but also the necessary disguise for deception.
"I am carrying important items of the Witch Sect, which are under your strict supervision. They will be destroyed at any time and treasures will be lost. This is the sincerity of our cooperation. Once the matter is exposed, it will be destroyed by the three major churches or other factions of the military. Knowing that, the development of the matter will be very simple, Prince Edesak is greedy for beauty, secretly raising a witch, knowing that the crime is serious, so he swallows a gun and kills himself, and then all the problems will be covered up."
"No!" Edsack exclaimed.
Then, he asked with a distorted face, "What are they cooperating with the Witch Sect?"
"How could a hostage who may be abandoned at any time know?" Triss laughed at herself, "This is all the reason I want to escape."
She lowered her head and laughed continuously, making her body tremble slightly.
After a few seconds, she raised her head again, drew the corners of her mouth and said, "What do you want to do with me? Strip off my clothes and throw me on the bed? No, you should already have a psychological barrier. In fact, I don't mind letting you know now." There is no shame in comforting each other between two poor people."
Prince Edsac looked at Triss in silence for nearly a minute with a round face.
Suddenly, he closed his eyes, pointed to the other side and said, "Go away.
"Get out of that door."
Triss raised her eyebrows in amazement: "You want to let me go?"
"Yeah." Edsack turned and looked out the window, and replied slowly, "I will stop Finkel. As for whether you can escape other pursuits, it depends on your own strength and luck."
Triss' eyes were dazed for a few seconds, and she hurried towards the secret door.
Before leaving, she couldn't help but glance back: "What about you?"
Edsack didn't turn his head, still staring out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if looking for the shadow of the past.
He smiled and said, "Me? Just let me live in this beautiful story and meet its final ending, whether it's good or bad."
Triss took a breath, stopped staying, and entered the secret door.
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Saint Samuel Church, in a quiet room.
Saint Anthony Stevenson, one of the thirteen archbishops of the Evernight Goddess Church and the head of the Backlund Diocese, received an urgent telegram from Earl Hall's mansion.
This old man with a beardless face and deep eyes looked extremely clean, even if he was wearing a black and red archbishop robe, he did not give off a gloomy feeling.
However, anyone who faces him will tremble from the bottom of his heart, as if fear has ruled his spirituality, or he is facing the unknown existence that is watching him in the depths of darkness.
Trischik...the original witch...Saint Anthony patted the paper and stood up immediately.
The surrounding light suddenly disappeared, as if swallowed by the darkness in the room. JrNovels.com
She paused with nausea, and continued: "Even if you fell in love with me, it was in someone else's arrangement. Don't you think everything is too fast? I believe in love at first sight, but I don't believe it has such a magical power. You act like the protagonist in a third-rate love novel, just because you met once, you fell in love obsessively, fell in love with the strange me, and forgot the object you once liked, this is crazy!"
Prince Edsack's eyes were straight, his mouth was open, but he didn't speak.
His body shook suddenly, as if he had finally woken up from a long dream.
"You, you are indeed my type...but my reaction, really, really, was too exaggerated..."
The corners of Triss' mouth turned up, and she sneered sideways: "Poor person, even liking this kind of thing has been arranged by others, just like that puppet with a string.
"Don't you understand? You are the one who can be sacrificed, and I am not only the hostage needed for the cooperation between the royal family and the Witch Sect, but also the necessary disguise for deception.
"I am carrying important items of the Witch Sect, which are under your strict supervision. They will be destroyed at any time and treasures will be lost. This is the sincerity of our cooperation. Once the matter is exposed, it will be destroyed by the three major churches or other factions of the military. Knowing that, the development of the matter will be very simple, Prince Edesak is greedy for beauty, secretly raising a witch, knowing that the crime is serious, so he swallows a gun and kills himself, and then all the problems will be covered up."
"No!" Edsack exclaimed.
Then, he asked with a distorted face, "What are they cooperating with the Witch Sect?"
"How could a hostage who may be abandoned at any time know?" Triss laughed at herself, "This is all the reason I want to escape."
She lowered her head and laughed continuously, making her body tremble slightly.
After a few seconds, she raised her head again, drew the corners of her mouth and said, "What do you want to do with me? Strip off my clothes and throw me on the bed? No, you should already have a psychological barrier. In fact, I don't mind letting you know now." There is no shame in comforting each other between two poor people."
Prince Edsac looked at Triss in silence for nearly a minute with a round face.
Suddenly, he closed his eyes, pointed to the other side and said, "Go away.
"Get out of that door."
Triss raised her eyebrows in amazement: "You want to let me go?"
"Yeah." Edsack turned and looked out the window, and replied slowly, "I will stop Finkel. As for whether you can escape other pursuits, it depends on your own strength and luck."
Triss' eyes were dazed for a few seconds, and she hurried towards the secret door.
Before leaving, she couldn't help but glance back: "What about you?"
Edsack didn't turn his head, still staring out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if looking for the shadow of the past.
He smiled and said, "Me? Just let me live in this beautiful story and meet its final ending, whether it's good or bad."
Triss took a breath, stopped staying, and entered the secret door.
����
Saint Samuel Church, in a quiet room.
Saint Anthony Stevenson, one of the thirteen archbishops of the Evernight Goddess Church and the head of the Backlund Diocese, received an urgent telegram from Earl Hall's mansion.
This old man with a beardless face and deep eyes looked extremely clean, even if he was wearing a black and red archbishop robe, he did not give off a gloomy feeling.
However, anyone who faces him will tremble from the bottom of his heart, as if fear has ruled his spirituality, or he is facing the unknown existence that is watching him in the depths of darkness.
Trischik...the original witch...Saint Anthony patted the paper and stood up immediately.
The surrounding light suddenly disappeared, as if swallowed by the darkness in the room. JrNovels.com
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