A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

The chef is an ordinary local strong woman who doesn't speak French, and Cloris didn't say anything. Arista stepped forward, her majestic figure was several statures bigger than a soldier, like a standing still hill: " Commander, can you let us pass? We are a reformatory for the poor certified by the Star Church, and these are the necessary supplies for the reformatory..."

The French soldiers glanced at each other. The water tank in front of them almost burst the nun's clothes. Her terrifying figure made people doubt whether she had the blood of an orc or a giant. The two soldiers raised their guns vigilantly to prevent Arista from approaching. : "It's right there, don't go any further!"

"Sir, these are all materials from the reformatory, there are absolutely no contraband."

Another French soldier bypassed Alista, opened the sack with a bayonet, and uncovered the wooden barrel containing the source crystal oil, and said sharply: "Do you have a purchase certificate issued by the provisional government? If not, we will take all these things confiscated!"

"Damn it for you, right?"

Alista saw that the other party did not give any chance to bargain, and her anger immediately burned down her throat. She picked up the French soldier who picked up the torn sack with one hand, and before the other two pulled the trigger, she screamed in panic. Aberdeen" was blocked on the hole of the gun.

The nun spat and said with a sinister smile, "Point a gun at me?"

The two French soldiers were also considered brave and good at fighting, and they were not intimidated at the first moment. Their fingers trembling while holding the guns, but the muzzles of the guns were still aimed steadily at the center of Arista's eyebrows - at such a short distance, even if it was a bear, Can also kill her with one hit.

However, the eyes of the two were blurred, they only saw Arista took a step forward, without even seeing the afterimage, blood was torn from the tiger's mouth, and the fingers were broken under the violent impact!

too fast!

Cloris could only see Arista waving her hand, and the picture seemed to have been edited, and suddenly froze at a certain frame.

"Confiscated?" Alista approached the soldier with a horrifying face, her facial features were slightly distorted, and it was even more terrifying. The nun squeezed it hard, and the two guns made a mournful cry. She asked, "Is there any last words?" ?”

"Alista..." Cloris reminded hesitantly, "They are French soldiers after all..."

The nun threw the "little chicken" on the lawn like throwing garbage, and cast a cruel glance at the three of them: "Get lost."

How could the three French soldiers dare to say anything harsh, each wished to have two more legs, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Alista, isn't it..." Cloris glanced at the chef, hesitated to speak.

"She is my servant."

"...Did the negative influence interfere with you? You shouldn't have done that just now."

Cloris didn't dare to look Alista directly in the eyes, and her usual fear of nuns was even stronger at this time.

"You'd better keep your mouth shut about things you shouldn't ask."

Arista pulled the cart and walked forward, leaving only instructions from afar——

"If the Frenchmen are coming tomorrow, you will be in charge of receiving them."

29. Mariana

Wojty was not in Faljar during this period, otherwise the crow would patiently answer many of the girl's confusions, and even if it involved unspeakable mysteries, Wojty would give a tactful reminder.

The next day, Cloris didn't see the Franks' revenge, but took in a few homeless refugees. The girl vacated a few workshops on the first floor, and the floor was covered with black mats. One room was enough to house them. Twelve adults.

During the day, a new fleet came from the upper realm, and the sirens and gunfire lit up again. Because of the distance, Cloris didn't know the progress of the war, and she didn't dare to approach to join in the fun.She put her mind on the reformatory, helping the wounded to bandage and boil medicine.Many of the refugees were townspeople whom Cloris knew, and they spontaneously organized to share the work within their capacity.

When the new stage of fighting ceased, Cloris finally saw the arrival of the Farnese.

The leader was the red-haired woman Cloris had met in the square. She was standing at the intersection of the forest path, not close to the reformatory.

Compared with the handsome, majestic, and heroic appearance in the square, the woman is a little embarrassed at the moment.Her hair was slightly disheveled, smoke and dust covered her body, and there were obvious washing marks on her cheeks and palms, which contrasted sharply with the blood stains on her clothes.

As soon as Cloris approached, thick blood rushed to her face.

The red-haired woman remained calm and said with a smile, "My name is Mariana."

"Cloris." Cloris shook hands with each other vigilantly.

"Now, can I come in?" After the initial acquaintance, Mariana got straight to the point.

"Nobody told you not to come in."

"Oh? I just want to avoid unnecessary disputes with you disciples of the void, so..." Mariana laughed, "Can I really come in?"

Cloris' fists were clenched immediately, her face froze, and she immediately returned the same smile: "Come in, Your Excellency General?"

"Call me Mariana, Mariana Chenxi."

The red-haired woman left her subordinates to wait on the trail in the woods, while she followed Cloris into the reformatory alone.

The girl took her to the dean's office, while she sat on the worn-out sofa chair, opened the tea canister in Arista's collection, and motioned for Marianna to sit down while making tea.

The red-haired woman took off her military cap and watched Cloris making, making and delivering tea. She took a sip and asked, "When will the dean come?"

"Alista is not here for a while, um, what can you tell me about it?" Cloris said the truth, she didn't know where the nun had gone, and the number of times she could see each other every day was less than one hand. Count it.

"Son, please know that I came here with absolute sincerity." Mariana took a sip of the tea, and the bitter taste spread on the tip of her tongue. "This matter is also related to your safety."

"Didn't you come to hold us accountable?" Cloris frowned.

"How could I blame the enemy's enemy?" Mariana smiled confidently and decisively, "I can see now..."

"boom!"

The door of the dean's office was kicked open, a strong body squeezed in, and her buttocks were pressed against the sofa, Cloris hurried to the side.

Alista, who sat firmly, took a sip from the spout of the teapot and said, "Do you think you are very capable?"

"Even if Ilona Cavendish is at a disadvantage in your hands, how could I be so unwise to fight against you?" Mariana said sincerely, "We have a common enemy..."

She knew that Ilona had been here, but she didn't know that Ilona was not just suffering...

"How do you know that Ilona is at a disadvantage?" Cloris asked.

This time Arista didn't scold the girl, but nodded with a smile. The smile couldn't be seen as a smile or a sinister smile. Any facial expression on Arista's face looked particularly terrifying.

"According to the elf's temper, if she had the advantage, she would definitely not leave so easily," Mariana said frankly. "I have seen the great magister, and I know her arrogant character. I watched her, so..."

Cloise understood, that's why the other party waited in the woods path.

Mariana must have known about the existence of miracles, but she certainly never imagined that Ilona would be completely defeated by Arista.

"Are you showing off your skills?"

"I hope to cooperate sincerely with Your Excellency...in my own name," Marianne stood up, trying to persuade Arista, "The imperial coalition forces joined the battle under the intervention of the Church of the Sun, and the only ones who fought with our army before were the enemy's advance troops , once their main force arrives in Faljar, our army will temporarily lose its air superiority, and the battle will break out on land at that time, if the believers of the Church of the Sun occupy here..." She paused, looking at Arista with a smile With a non-smiling expression, he took a deep breath, "You and your spectacle, can you still escape with long legs? I can guarantee that after the Kingdom of Farland establishes effective rule in Faljar, there will be more information about this spectacle and your spectacle." Everything will not appear in the file."

"You think I'm a demigod?" Alista asked.

Marianna was uncertain, her strength was inferior to Ilona's, and her vision was not as good as that of a great magister, so she could only make some guesses based on the previous clues.

"Who told you that this is my spectacle?" Alista sneered, "The Church of the Sun is coming, so let them come, but cooperate... Maybe when you flee in a hurry, the poor correctional center can leave you A private bedroom."

Seeing that the persuasion was unsuccessful, Marianna did not force her. She put on her regular military cap and said, "I will keep everything about the reformation center strictly confidential. If you don't believe me, you can keep me here."

At this time, Cloris raised her hand and asked, "Why don't you decide the winner in the sky, and why do you have to come and harm Faljar?"

"There are four waterways from the Sea of ​​Clouds to Faljar, three of which are in the light fog area. After the natural disaster changes the pattern of the fog layer, only the Portur Gulf Stream adjacent to the Kingdom of France remains suitable for fleets to pass. As long as we stick to this place, we will wait After the fog blocks the other three shipping lanes, Teribi and Alzuya will lose access to reinforcements. At that time, the [-] Teribi troops stationed in the three regions of Missour, Tuba, and Anwaran will lose their supplies and reinforcements , become a turtle in a urn."

This is not a military secret, and the enemies of the Kingdom of France are well aware of it, so the Church of the Sun and the Grand Duchy of Alzuya decisively intervened in the war.

Cloris put her hands down: "I'm fine."

Mariana bowed slightly to Arista: "May the dawn give you hope." Then she left.

Noticing that the other party had really left, Cloris stared blankly at Alista: "Is that how you really let her go?"

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend, my little Cloris."

By the window, a crow did not know when to stay on the edge, or maybe it had been there all the time. She was cooing, and the tone was not so beautiful.

"Voyty!"

30. Inside the Spectacle

After getting along for many days, Woyty has become Cloris's second favorite "person" in the reformatory. The crow is approachable, gentle and patient.

"This is a rather tricky problem... I didn't expect that it was the French who started the war first. However, if these guys are determined to occupy Far Yar, they can indeed eat tens of thousands of regular troops in Terriby, Xiao Lily..." The crow croaked for a while, then looked at Arista, and asked, "How long will it take for the Phaseless Flower to bear fruit?"

"According to the catalysis progress of this spectacle, it will take at least 52 months, unless a sufficient number and purity of souls are sacrificed..." Alista said while licking her lips and shifting her gaze to Cloris.

"Hey..." Cloris' scalp was numb from her stare, "Ah, Arista, are you going to sacrifice me!?"

"idiot."

"Of course not. Although little Cloris's soul is pure enough, it is the purest void I have ever seen besides His Majesty the Apostle, but..." Wojty explained, "Twisted melons are not sweet. Not in line with our expectations for Phaseless Fruit."

"So, if I sacrifice voluntarily, you don't mind using my soul?" Cloris asked angrily. Only with a "partner" like Wojty can she start without any burden. Just kidding.

"Oh, that's not impossible, quack quack." Wojty laughed.

"Master Messenger, do you want to take a little thing to have a look?"

"Oh, of course, if the war really spreads here..." Wojty's crimson eyes reflected Alista.

The latter smiled and said, "That's as it should be."

Cloris had question marks all over her face, not knowing what the two riddlers were talking about.

Alista couldn't explain either, she yelled at Cloris loudly: "Little thing!"

The girl immediately stood at attention: "Here!"

"Come with me."

"..."

The place Arista took her to was the cellar behind the Star Prayer Hall. Behind the "statue" of the deep-space sage who hollowed out the empty face, there were steps leading to the darkness underground.

The Sage of Deep Space is the leader of the Church of the Stars, the Apostle of the Stars, and one of the few unclaimed gods after the Disaster of the Void.

Arista asked Cloris to close her eyes, but how could she see the stairs clearly with her eyes closed?The girl did as she did. She supported the wet and slippery wall and went down step by step. The fine fluff like creepers squirmed at her fingertips. The interference of the touch made it difficult for Cloris to judge whether she was going straight down or along a spiral. The ladder of infinite reincarnation.

"Clores Paleogues... Cloris Paleogues..."

The cold, thin whisper whispered Cloris' name, the voice was as dry as the sand in the ice cellar, and half of the rotten bones were buried in it, and the long, disgusting ending with intermittent bubbling sounds seemed to come alive The sands of the dead are dancing at the tongues of dead men.

Cloris closed her eyes tightly and walked faster and faster.

"small thing."

After being patted on the shoulder, Cloris turned her head——

The girl with black hair and black pupils, who looks exactly like her, is grinning sinisterly. Her whole body glows with faint phosphorescence, her face is pale and stiff like a dead body. A slender, wet tongue:

"Cloris Paleogues...Cloris Paleogues...I'm so cold, can you come...in my place?"

Cloris was shocked to find that her skin was rapidly losing its moisture and luster, and old wrinkles covered her whole body. She felt weak, old, and rotten.

Something wriggled out of the left eye socket, and an eyeball landed on the hands of "Cloris" holding her chest, and her dizzying vision was fixed on her face——

Cloris was covered in maggots and earthworms and was rotting.

careless...

Cloris thought she was cautious enough, but she still turned her head subconsciously after hearing Arista's voice.

Is this a hallucination, or a curse?

Where are Alista and Wojty?

Suddenly, a big rough hand pressed towards "Cloris", grabbed the scalp and slammed it against the wall—"Boom!"

The stone bricks with the creeping creeps were intact, but the rotten red, white and black things were scattered.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"

"Boom!" The big hand ignored the shrill scream and smashed again. Cloris saw that "Cloris"'s face was bloody and bloody under the tragic impact and friction, and it was directly torn to pieces. The soreness seemed to spread to himself as well.

"Clores... Paleogus..."

Seeing that "Cloris" was only exhaling but not inhaling, before she finished speaking, the "boom" sounded again——

The broken melons are scattered.

At this time, the dark staircase gradually opened up, and Cloris found herself standing on a huge platform. The sky was filled with vague and strange colors, like a hemispherical barrier, with countless limbs and flesh entangled together. The faces of humans and beasts multiplied and withered, with no sadness or joy, only rolling eyeballs silently watching everything on the platform.

"Where is this place..." Cloris crossed her arms, and the surrounding atmosphere made her "cold".

"Dimensional rift, or the spirit world." Alista replied.

"To be more precise, it is the inherent enchantment of Arada's Mausoleum. Although it is the same as the spirit world, it does not communicate with the spirit world because it is closed." Woyty corrected.

"Little thing, you died again."

Alista is referring to the fatal mistake Cloris made.Similar situations have also happened in the Black Forest and wooden boats.

When Cloris heard these words, the girl felt a subtle sense of strangeness. She always felt that something was missing than usual, which made people very uncomfortable...

"What was that just now?"