Alien Knights

The candlelight is dimmed, and the beautiful shadow is still.

Holding the scroll in hand, Queen Mary sat at the table in the back of the church, staring at the sparks from the candles, in a daze.

Muxi Church, the earliest building in the town, no longer had the grand gathering of believers. On the day of mass, this small church is no longer the first choice of the residents, and more people will go to the worship hall open to the public at the headquarters of the Knights Order, just to get closer to the Holy Son.

Therefore, among the people staying in the church, except for a few vulgar maids sent by Cumberland, only Queen Mary remained.

Putting down the books she had already memorized fluently, Mary turned around and looked at the sketches and pictures on the walls. Some of them are paintings of famous artists copied with the ability of "super memory", and some are original designs of clothing or buildings.

The cold wind of late autumn penetrated into the small space along the cracks in the room, blowing the candlelight flickering and dimming. Mary shivered and had to stretch out her hand to protect the firelight.

After the flames went straight up again, she glanced at the red frost marks on her hands, and then looked back at the furnishings in the room. A dilapidated wooden bed, a crumbling wardrobe, and a tilted bookshelf.

When she escaped from Silver Ring City, Mary's jewelry had already been pawned, and the Knights paid her "salary" every week. Logically speaking, even if it wasn't a big fortune, the money was enough to live comfortably. However, being used to court life, her requirements for expenses have far exceeded the ability of ordinary people. For her, life is more like a kind of training for the rest of her life.

The knock on the door sounded slowly.

A look of joy appeared on Mary's face, and the long-awaited visitor finally arrived.

"Your Majesty, I'm back!"

The crisp and sweet voice came first, and then the hood on the gray cloak was lifted, and a skilled face appeared in front of Mary.

The joy of reuniting made the queen let go of her usual defenses, hugged the woman in front of her, and sobbed softly: "Cathy, seeing you again is the best gift my heavenly father has given me!"

As the former personal maid of Queen Mary, Cathy was at a loss for this kind of contact she had never had before: "Your Majesty the Queen..."

"Don't call me Your Majesty the Queen anymore. I have nothing to do with that kingdom." Mary pulled Cathy to sit by the bed, looked at her expectantly and asked, "How about the things I asked you to do in the letter?"

Cathy took off her cloak, looked at Mary beside her, and leaned to sit a little further away: "As you said, many people in Silver Ring City have expressed their willingness to seek refuge."

Mary nodded slightly: "The situation in Silver Ring City...is not good?"

Cathy pursed her lips: "It's more than bad. In order to show "friendliness" to our allies, the council agreed to bring the barbarian army into the city. Those barbarians from the north can do whatever they think in the city, and the residents are miserable...By the way, do you want to know about His Majesty Gay's recent situation..."

After hearing this familiar name, Mary stunned for a while before reacting the man's husband: "No ... from the moment I left Yinhuan City, the man had walked out of my world. For so many years, I kept all my feelings on him and used luxury and wealth to obtain a ridiculous sense of security. At the end, when I stepped on the broken platform, I discovered a sadness. The fact of sorrow, originally a woman without self, no power, is just an indispensable game ... "

"Your Majesty the Queen..." There was something in Mary's eyes that Cathy couldn't understand, and the latter shrank back again: "What are you going to do?"

Mary put her eyes on the wall painting, and said slowly: "Cathy, do you know? I have heard people say that after experiencing a near-death experience, people will cherish their own life even more. I have already died once, and I am eager to get rid of that muddled life and find a reason for my future existence."

Mary stretched out her right hand, gently stroking the sketch of "Muxi Cathedral" on the wall: "The era of the silver ring has come to an end, and the stage of Muxi is rising..."

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After reviewing the government documents, Todd, who walked out of the kingdom's meeting hall, shivered in a biting cold wind. When he looked up at the sky, a flying snowflake fell on the tip of his nose.

Putting his hand to his nose, Todd only touched some water stains.

Today is December 3, 1171 in the religious calendar, and the coming of winter indicates that the year is about to pass.

Todd looked at the tiny snow particles in the air, and his thoughts flew back to the day when he first came to the other world.

Two years ago, on that snowy night, in a gloomy hut, with the corpse of a young man, and the cellar where the copper pipes were stored, even the remaining life of him was calculated by the hour.

A year ago, in the church on a snowy night, the Knights were faced with the critical moment of life and death. Whether to choose to die like a hero, or to breathe like a coward, he finally made a decision to die and live later.

But now, Todd lowered his head and looked at the holy robe on his body, which was made by dozens of weavers all night, with endless emotions in his heart. King, he never dreamed that he would become the monarch of a country like this.

"His Majesty!"

Huggins came from the other end of the corridor holding the documents, walked up to Todd, and saluted.

Todd looked at the knight who had followed him since he first came to another world, and nodded, remembering the past.

"Your Majesty, the registration and investigation of residents in the town has basically been completed. Here are the results after all statistics." Huggins handed a piece of paper full of words to Todd, and then said: "Recently, there is a strange thing in Muxi City."

Todd looked at the paper in his hand, lowered his head and asked, "What strange thing?"

Huggins scratched the back of his head: "There have been a lot of scholars on the streets of Muxi City in recent days. They come from various countries and are engaged in different industries. I sent people to follow them. These people gathered here and did not do anything radical. They just looked around and occasionally held one or two gatherings."

Todd looked away from the paper. "Scholar?"

"I compared the identities of these people and found one thing in common. These people were all students of Taylor Royal Academy."

After hearing Huggins' words, Todd thought of the "special guest" that Tristan sent a few months ago: "Do you suspect that these people are related to Terrence?"

"There is no evidence." Huggins spread his hands: "And these people have no abnormal behavior, Your Majesty, do you need me to send someone to warn them?"

Todd thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Don't disturb them, keep an eye on these people."

The child's white lung symptoms have been cured, and he was discharged from the hospital yesterday. Thank you for your understanding and support these days. The update will resume from today, and I will try my best to fill in the missing chapters.