Sweat blurred his eyes, and the acrid pain stimulated his tear ducts, but Fang Wensi could no longer care about so much.
"Guards of Ulthuan, don't fire arrows... don't fire arrows." Hawke's shout echoed vaguely in his ears. Although he didn't know why the man's tone sounded so panicked, Fang Wensi just felt There was a sudden pain in my chest, my running steps gradually became weak, and my consciousness became more and more blurred...
"You are men, but you can't outrun a group of girls. I feel ashamed of you. Tell me, are you tired?"
"Tired", Fang Wensi shouted heartbreakingly.
"Tired? Two more laps, are you still tired?"
"Instructor, you are not tired"
"stop!"
I don't know how long it took, but it was dim at first, and for a moment, light took shape in the haze. It was the dim sunlight that penetrated his sight from the colorful vertical carved windows. Fang Wensi reluctantly raised his hand to block the strong light, but was blocked by another person. A hand pressed down roughly,
"Hey, there's still someone alive here. Eleanor, come over and take care of it."
"Ah...oh, Sister Joanna, I'm coming right away",
Fang Wensi was in a daze, and his brain was as hard to turn as a clock that had stopped for hundreds of years. Fortunately, he was gradually able to perceive the real world, which was the dampness and coldness of the ground.
"I'll go, it's so lively, just like the Chinese New Year." He raised his head slightly and looked around. It looked like a church, with bustling crowds and injured and moaning people everywhere. Nuns walked out of the house holding blood-stained gauze. He passed by.
"Hello, this knight... ah no... monk, may I ask where you feel pain, or something else?"
Fang Wensi looked towards the person with prestige, pointed ears sticking out from between the long lavender hair, maye, an elf girl, this really touched the indescribable DNA of some people.
The girl's eyes looking back were charming amber, even a little penetrating. Obviously, the other party was surprised to see Fang Wensi, "His Royal Highness the Holy Son!"
Fang Wensi was stunned, recalling that Hawke had always called himself Brother Evans before, and how could the Holy Son be thrown into the pile of wounded casually? She couldn't help but asked in disbelief: "Me? Holy Son? Really?" Fake?"
Eleanor showed a slightly embarrassed expression, and gently held Fang Wensi's back to help him up, "Uh, His Royal Highness, this joke is not funny. You are the chief chamberlain appointed by His Majesty the Pope. I also I saw you with my own eyes presiding over the Pope's mass with Saint Lolis in this mortal world."
"Ah, this... oh, I'm just testing your memory." When the topic became like this, Fang Wensi could only force a smile, but the cool arms of the elf girl were really comfortable.
"test?"
Fang Wensi could clearly see the puzzled expression on Elf's cute little face, and quickly pretended to think for a moment and added: "Yes, it's a test?"
Eleanor glanced at Fang Wensi strangely, straightened her robe, and then said with reverence: "There are rumors that His Royal Highness the Son...
It's a bit unfair... different from ordinary people, and always says some words... well... words that are difficult for ordinary people to understand, but in my opinion, this is because you have heard the gospel of God. Sister trainee Enoli is honored Hear this wisdom",
Fang Wensi was a little confused. For a moment, he couldn't figure out whether it was due to his own charm or because he was too funny.
"Well, what's your name?" Now, Fang Wensi could only chat without anything to say. After all, this is the specialty of maternal and fetal solos.
"Enoli, my lord"
Seeing the other party's reaction, Fang Wensi secretly complained that the Vatican's brainwashing methods really destroyed the funny elf girl, while pretending to be serious and said: "Eleanor, what exactly happened here?"
The elf girl's expression was startled, and she lowered her eyes involuntarily. After a long silence, she said, "I'm really sorry, Your Highness, I'm a little lost."
Fang Wensi seemed to be able to see a little sadness coming out of Eleanor's amber eyes, and subconsciously patted the other party's shoulder to express comfort.
"Everything happened so suddenly. Northernland's army launched an attack in the early morning. Many people were still sleeping at that time, and then..."...
Hearing this, Fang Wensi probably understood what was going on. Going to the battlefield as soon as he traveled through time was absolutely ridiculous.
He was about to comfort the elf girl again when the door of the church was suddenly knocked open by an old man wearing a silver helmet and with short and medium curly hair. Fang Wensi's peripheral vision happened to catch sight of the man, who looked nervous and furious, as if he was... Looking for something,
Fang Wensi could clearly feel that just when the two people's eyes met, the man's anxious expression instantly turned to relief, as if he breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked straight towards him. The scene was like stealing from his home when he was a child. When I went to an Internet cafe to play with money, it was like my dad came to the door with slippers.
"Well... Well, Eleanor, who is this person?" Fang Wensi suddenly panicked, his heart beat faster, and he quickly changed the focus, but when he turned around, there was no trace of the elf girl, only the sound of the heavy armor clashing. gradually approaching,
Fortunately, the red-bearded uncle just said: "Ivens, His Majesty the Pope wants to see you" and then turned and left.
"okay". Fang Wensi couldn't hold back the sentence "Who are you sending it to?" and quickly followed him. After all, the Pope is too big to offend.
Fang Wensi could tell at a glance that the man in shining armor in front of him was not an ordinary person, so he hunched over and trotted behind him, trying his best to be flattering, and asked with a smile that he thought was charming: "I don't know, Your Majesty the Pope, why do you meet him?" I?"
Carlos suddenly stopped, turned around and glared at Fang Wensi, hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "I don't know."
"Then... there was a man named Hawke who escorted me into the inner city not long ago. Do you know him... is he there now?"
Fang Wensi forcefully swallowed: Are you still alive?
"I don't know" Carlos said this time without looking back.
What's going on? Why did my experience of accepting severe beatings from society fail? Or does this uncle really know nothing? Apart from self-doubt, Fang Wensi just hopes that nothing happened to that Hawke. After all, he saved her, and It feels quite soft...
"Wait here for a moment, I'll go in and report."
The person had already left, and Fang Wensi didn't even have time to respond. The golden glow of the setting sun shone on the gray-white building, making it look particularly holy. Fang Wensi caressed the ancient carvings, thinking about how much it was worth.
From time traveling to now, I have a rare peace. First of all, it is clear that I have recreated and soul traveled to a medieval world. It seems that I am still a great figure in the Holy See. The most important thing is that I have not inherited the memory of the original host. This is considered time traveling. It wouldn't be that outrageous to create a character on the simulator, right?
Secondly, there is a cheating system that only shows the character's name, everything else looks ordinary...
Maybe this is a dream, or an AR game similar to a certain Sword Art Online. Could it be that I was squeezed by the capitalists and worked for 17 hours in a row, and when I got home and just wanted to lie down for a while, I suddenly had a sudden seizure?
In any case, Fang Wensi still retains a trace of fantasy. He is torn between questioning reality and accepting his fate. What else can he do? He can only hope that all this will pass quickly.
Oh, of course, you have to make up a perfect reason quickly. It will be a shame if you are discovered...
"Ivens, come with me." Carlos's voice suddenly interrupted Fang Wensi's thoughts. At this moment, he was on the verge of tears, and there was an emmp in his heart that he didn't know whether to say or not.