Pure Love General Administration Scum Transformation Center

The emerald night is as cold and hard as black iron.

It is clearly a beautiful and lingering name, as if it rolls from the throat and overflows from the tip of the tongue, it is like a gentle love language that sympathizes with the world.

Lovingly affectionate.

Every character, every syllable is shining with a glass-like luster, like a handicraft carefully crafted by the best craftsman, radiant and shining.

However, looking from a distance from the bustling pier, there is an indescribable majesty and condensation.

- Hush.

- Hush.

- Hush.

The sound of gurgling water is like ringing Peilinlang, which can be heard endlessly. The Zine River originated in the Scandinavian Mountains in the north, flowed through the vast land in the south, traveled through many provinces in the south, and finally converged and converged at the foot of Heidegger Mountain. .

The level of the Zhine River at night is like a mirror.

The ship went down the river, shuttled all the way, and finally docked at the pier outside the city of Fei Leng Cui.

The wind sang at that moment.

The knights in full armor stood on the wide deck, looking at the holy city that had been away for a while.

The oncoming river wind is soft and moist, and every drop of water carries the breath of emerald green.

Away from the flames of war and the hustle and bustle, this city is still as beautiful as in a dream.

The knights took a deep breath.

The leading knight said calmly: "Is Your Royal Highness awake?"

"My lord, not yet, His Highness is still asleep."

Knight Xuan's long brows were slightly frowned, and there was a hint of worry in his brown eyes.

His good eyesight allowed him to see the group of people lined up on the pier, with the same costumes and the same beauty, they were servants from the palace.

And the blond young man in the vermilion robe on the white steed——

"Is that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?" Did he come to greet the princess himself?

I am afraid--

"Yes."

in the cabin.

The strings of night pearls hanging from the top of the tent are exuding a soft glow. The pearls are the size of a baby's fist, and each one is priceless, but they are randomly strung together and used as lighting devices.

Under the light gauze tent, there is a petite figure.

The silhouette trapped in the soft mattress was still drowsy, with long black hair disheveled, and pale cheeks that were bloodless.

Like the sleeping beauty in the oil painting, waiting for the destined person to wake up——

The knight involuntarily took a step forward, and the armor on his body made a "squeaky" sound. At that moment, the maid who was buried by the bed was awakened.

"Lord Charles"

The maid was drowsy, but when she saw him, she suddenly woke up, stood up immediately, and stood by the bed respectfully.

"His Royal Highness is still asleep, what's the matter?"

The knight can no longer go one step further.

He took a deep look at the shadow in the curtain, restrained all his emotions and thoughts: "Get ready to disembark, the destination is here."

"Have we reached Fei Leng Cui? The place where Her Highness the Princess lived since childhood?" The maid's voice was innocent and innocent, with a slight curiosity.

Outside the glass window, there was the sound of gurgling water and wind.

The night became warm and soft in the tulle, and a fleeting smile appeared on the knight's lips: "Yes, Fei Leng Cui."

In the classrooms of those historians, in the visions of those priests and mages, and in the stories repeatedly sung by bards——

Where the brilliance resides.

Emerald.

The capital of flowers, Edgar's holy city.

above the pier.

With a thin smile on his lips, the handsome young man in a scarlet robe waved his arms towards the approaching ship from a distance.

It was probably too excited, so that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would make such an inappropriate move. The elderly man beside him turned pale with fright, and hurriedly reminded and advised him, but the Crown Prince pressed it back impatiently.

"Glenn!"

His Royal Highness called the knight's name loudly, but his eyes revealed that his thoughts had already flown to the other side. He asked, "You are finally back, Adjani, where is my sister?"

Obviously, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince braved the night to appear at the Emerald Pier, not for the knights who came from afar.

The leading knight saluted him from a distance: "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

An intricately decorated carriage was already waiting on the shore, presumably it was prepared for Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Glenshire looked at the excited and anxious face of the Crown Prince, his eyes trembled suddenly.

He saw the look in the eyes of the crown prince, and greedily looked at the figure who was carried down from the cabin, reluctant to leave halfway.

—Like a dragon looking at the most beloved treasure.

Consciousness is hazy and drowsy.

The regular sound of horseshoes shattered the night, and a team was galloping on the Central Avenue. Occasionally, tourists and civilians looked around curiously, wanting to know who was so bold that he dared to openly violate the prohibition, and made such an astonishing performance on the Central Avenue. drive at speed.

Their hearts "twitched" again when they saw the knight uniforms inlaid with gold and silver on the horseman, and they shrank back suddenly when they saw the coat of arms engraved on the wall of the carriage.

On both sides of the wide avenue, there are rows of straight brass street lamps.

Warm yellow light poured down from a height, illuminating the carriage wall at the corner, and also clearly illuminating the coat of arms on the carriage wall.

The patterns of thorns twisted and intertwined, spread all the way to the deepest point, and intertwined. Such patterns made everyone who harbored dissent firmly shut their mouths.

They don't want to die yet.

--Da da.

--Da da.

--Da da.

There seemed to be faint cheers and laughter amidst the constant and rhythmic sound of horseshoes.The air is filled with an indelible aroma, slightly drunk, like champagne at a banquet being smashed, and the fragrant wine flows along the tablecloth and marble.

He wanted to know the origin of that fragrance, and the origin of those laughter, but his drowsy body became the biggest obstacle.

The consciousness seems to be awake, but the body cannot move.

A hand gently stroked his cheek, like the softest whisper of the spring breeze, the softest whisper of a swallow.

"Ajani, my rose"

In a vague voice, with a vague sigh: "You are really cruel, you really left me and ran to such a far place."

The carriage was moving at a constant speed and was about to reach its destination.

At the end of Central Avenue, that magnificent building is waiting for the return of the little master.

The gate of the palace opened abruptly, welcoming the two returning Highnesses.

However, the horse never stopped galloping, passed the sparkling emerald lake, and passed the garden of blooming roses, where the fragrance and wine smell mixed together.

In a distant and elusive place, the nightingale is singing with all its heart. The passionate bird is neither tired nor restless. Its singing is like honey stored in a crystal jar, with a hint of indelible sweetness.

It sang of the swaying trees and the twilight of the night. It flapped its wings and flew up to the branches of the oak tree, looking at the speeding carriage by the edge of the emerald lake.

After traveling around the lake, the carriage finally reached the finish line and stopped in front of a gorgeous palace.

The majestic wind blew past the car window, lifted the thin white gauze, and Nightingale saw the beauty that was still sleeping inside the car.

So it changed its mind, it changed its tune, and its singing sounded like the March spring breeze blowing across the frosty earth, like the surface of Lake Vicenza about to break the ice.

It sings of the returning princess, of the gentle moonlight.

The white marble is shining in the moonlight, and the maids are already lining up outside the door, waiting for the master who has returned from going out.

The body seemed to shake for a moment, leaving that soft embrace.

He snorted unconsciously, but he heard a helpless chuckle next to his ear.

Someone hugged his body and got off the carriage.

After walking through the quiet night, I walked into the gorgeous palace.

And the singing still lingers in the dream.

Blades, cold light, blood.

Blood was born from dreams, and from the most filthy filth, the most delicate and beautiful flowers were born.

It was a bloody rose.

The nightingale is still singing, and sharp thorns grow in the deserted open space on a midsummer night.

The entangled thorns pierced the soft heart, and the hot blood was drained bit by bit, turning it into nourishment that was allowed to be absorbed, and watered it to the newborn rose.

As a result, the soft petals are no longer pure white, and the blood uses thorns as channels, dyeing it a strong color.

It is so gorgeous, so flamboyant that once you see it, you will never forget it.

blood rose.

He kept struggling and gasping for breath.

That dream was so gorgeous, so gorgeous that it was almost charming, so charming that it made one's heart palpitate.

Passing and death, those dark, decaying, and ominous colors slowly bloom in the rose-colored petals.

It was overwhelming blood, hot and thick.

Then he groaned, caught in some kind of pain from which he could not struggle, could not escape.

The person holding him put him on the soft silk, and pressed his shoulder full of panic.

"Ajani, don't be afraid, it's me." The man said comfortingly.

A pair of hands grasped him tightly, as if trying to ease his struggle, patted his back again and again, and the soothing voice was like a violin played slowly: "Brother is here."

But that didn't reassure him.

It was like falling from one nightmare to another, from the sticky blood into the suffocating darkness, he rolled and struggled desperately, trying to escape the drowning sea water.

"Ajani, Adjani"

The caressing voice suddenly paused for a moment, as if something had been broken.

A warm hand grabbed his fingers, as if slowly rubbing along the knuckles, stroking the unknown foreign objects on them.

——When did you have such a rose ring?

Doubts arose from the bottom of his heart, and countless vines grew in an instant, and the hand tightly grasped his fingers, as if he wanted to confirm a certain situation.

So he struggled more violently and escaped from the hand that was holding him.

When the man wanted to grab his finger again, there were hurried footsteps not far away.

A soft female voice sounded: "Your Highness, Miss Christine is looking for you everywhere."

A low curse, with unspeakable impatience and anger: "Tell him, I'm not here."

"I'm afraid not." The maid said, "Miss Christine saw your carriage by the edge of Green Lake, and she has already come this way."

"Damn!"

The lowered voice and undisguised cursing were enough to show how helpless and dissatisfied that person was.

Looking deeply at the person trapped in the silk, she held his hand firmly, still unwilling to let go.

"It's running out of time," the maid said, "Your Highness, Miss Christine is about to go around Green Lake, and she will be here soon."

The man had no choice but to stand up, with some kind of indescribable annoyance.

It's like the joy is disturbed and the dream is shattered.

There was a moment of silence.

However, the next moment, the sound of the clasp of the bag closing and opening resounded in the palace. It was a slight and unnoticeable sound, but it was caught by another pair of eyes.

"Your Highness, what are you doing?"

The maid did not expect to see this scene, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince actually tried to take off the rose ring from the princess' hand.

"Take away something that shouldn't exist." His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said unquestionably. He looked at the maid standing aside with some kind of warning in his eyes. Janie's hands."

He took off the ring, hid it in the loose clothes, and gently placed the head of the person on the bed on the pillow.

"Ajani, my sister, I'll come see you tomorrow."

Then, he turned around and left in a hurry.

Hazy chaos, persistent high fever.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, are you awake?"

A soft call seemed to be right next to his ear.

It was the sound of rubbing and rustling clothes, and the crisp sound of porcelain colliding with each other.

Suddenly, it became quiet again.

I don't know how long he was tossing and turning in the drowsiness, but he finally opened his eyes from the chaos.

The grotesque colors faded away at that moment, turning into a pure white dream.

Hazy, blurred, the colors in front of my eyes finally became clear.

The goal is a white and complicated lace curtain.

A gentle figure was guarding the bedside, and when he saw him wake up, a little surprise burst out of his pupils.

It was a maid wearing an ivory-white robe, and she was clasping her hands together in front of her chest.

The flax-colored braid hung down on his chest, and the maid looked at him with pure piety and joy: "Thank God, you finally woke up!"

what's going on?

He looked at the maid, it was like a hallucination, and it seemed to be dazzled. There seemed to be a piece of text floating in front of his eyes, which made him indescribably confused.

"Sophia?"

Chu Ge wanted to ask, but he mumbled and wanted to speak, but there seemed to be a huge lump of coal in his throat, which made him hoarse and painful.He wanted to control his body and sat up from the bed, but found that his whole body was limp, as if all his strength had been taken away.

At the end of the line of sight, beside the maid, there is a small wooden frame.On top of the wooden frame, there are water basins and towels placed neatly.

Afterwards, the maid wrung out the water in the towel, gently wiped the sweat off his forehead, and then took out a soft silk pillow and placed it on his head.

Before Chu Ge knew why, he saw her bring a clean white porcelain bowl from her side, brushed it with a small spoon, and brought it to his lips.

The maid's comforting voice was very soft: "Your Highness, it's time for you to take your medicine."

There was still steaming heat on the surface of the porcelain bowl, as long as you saw the rich, deep amber luster with your eyes, you could guess how bad the bowl of concoction would taste.

--Don't.

Chu Ge wanted to speak, but his throat was indescribably dry and hoarse.

Before he could reply, the maid's small spoon had already landed on his lips.

The people in the lace tent didn't seem to be drinking medicine at all.

The maid had no choice but to coax her softly: "Your Highness, you are sick and need medicine to recover."

Chu Ge still didn't answer, just stared at her blankly.

The maid thought that the little princess was going to avoid drinking the medicine again, and she was racking her brains to think how to persuade the princess to drink this bowl of precious medicine.However, she didn't know at all that the reason for Chu Ge's daze was not as she thought.

That text still floats in front of my eyes.

It wasn't there at the beginning, and it didn't appear until the maid came into his sight.

The sudden arrival, after such a long time, has not disappeared from his mind, and told him that this is definitely not some kind of illusion.

Word by word, incomparably clear——

character sophia

The personal maid of Her Royal Highness Princess,? ? ?

Remark? ? ?

In addition to the first item, there are a series of question marks in the second item's identity and the third item's remarks.

And the effective information he got——

It's just "Her Royal Highness's personal maid", nothing else.

In all the previous missions, Chu Ge had never been exposed to such a scene, so that when he first saw it, he was stunned for a moment.

Just at this moment of stupefaction, the maid frowned slightly, and suddenly got up, and she didn't know where she was going.

She left Chu Ge's sight, and at the same moment, that paragraph of text disappeared as suddenly as it appeared.

Chu Ge was silent for a while.

The reality in front of him was really beyond his imagination, he needed some time to digest it, and it would be best if someone could explain to him what was going on.

So

"Tong, Tongzi, what happened just now?"

The rustling electric sound rang in my mind, as if the situation in front of me was very normal: "What else can I do, let me introduce the characters, otherwise how would you carry out the task, Chu Sansui."

This tone sounded as strange as it was rare for him.

Chu Ge took a deep breath.

He asked his own question: "Why haven't I seen such writing before?"

The system said: "Chu is three years old, I call you three years old, do you really think you are three years old? You used to perform the task of the scum transformation center, but now you are performing the task of the peace maintenance center. Of course the center has changed. The mode will also change. Even if what you are performing now is just an assessment task, the standards and the like are all in line with the peacekeeping center?!"

Chu Ge: ""

Yes, well-founded and convincing.

Changing the center, the way of information notification has also undergone characteristic changes, which is understandable tentatively.

Then those question marks are basically some kind of message, and they were not given to him, okay?

Before the question could be uttered, the maid who had just left his sight came back again. This time, what was in her hand was not a porcelain bowl, but a beautifully painted small porcelain plate.

The maid held the hem of the skirt and sat by the bed: "Your Highness, after drinking the medicine, eat another honey fruit, and your mouth won't be bitter."

The amber concoction was picked up again and brought to his lips.

Chu Ge raised his pupils.

As if knowing what he was going to say, the maid said, "Bee sugar cannot be added to the medicinal juice, otherwise it will affect the medicinal properties, Your Highness."

The bitter taste made people frown as soon as they tasted it, and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but the maid's strength was surprisingly strong, and she pressed him firmly, forcing him to drink it.

When the concoction bottomed out, the maid immediately took a candied fruit and put it in his mouth.

A hint of sweetness melted from the tip of the tongue, diluting the lingering astringency.

Chu Ge finally had some strength in his body, but he still felt unspeakably uncomfortable. His whole body was sticky, as if sweat had dried on his skin.

He stretched out his hand, as if understanding what he meant, the maid stretched out her hand towards him, grabbed his shoulder, and carefully helped him sit up.

Chu Ge took a quick breath, and he was sweating profusely with such a simple movement.

The maid was full of worry and impatience, and wanted to wring out a hot towel to wipe his sweat.

At this moment, another voice came from outside the hall: "Sophia, is your highness awake?"

The maid's lips fluttered and she was still saying something, answering the people outside the hall, but Chu Ge couldn't hear a word.

As if dazed, he stared blankly at the person in front of him.

Her throat was still sore, and she was parroting her tongue when she spoke again: "Princess?"

The maid in the ivory robe turned around.

There was a slight doubtful light in the amber eyes, and when it touched his dazed face, he sighed invisibly.

The maid gently wiped the sweat off his forehead: "Yes, Your Highness. Even if you secretly leave Fei Leng Cui and go to Lorraine, you are still the princess of the Degas Empire."