On the corridor, there was a row of gold-red columns. The spiral patterns resembled flas, as the Nun Princess hurried through them, lifting the hem of her white nun attire, innocent like an angel. Passing through the inner corridor of the Ande Fulei Grand Temple, Magdalene saw Sir Beigening waiting in a small courtyard.
Whether she admitted it or not, she had so fondness for this young man in her heart. A man who could abandon his prestigious background to stand for love and justice, soone who knows persistence is easy to win admiration anywhere, especially since Beigening t her expectations of defying destiny and daring fantasies.
Seeing the young man, she couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous, and with a touch of youthful shyness, she softly asked, "Sir Beigening, why are you looking for at this ti?"
"The Princess wants to know the Holy Temple’s stance."
Although she knew it was to be expected, Magdalene couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed: "Still the sa, the Lord of Priest hopes the Holy Temple will remain neutral; though Lord Ican has good feelings towards you, he will definitely uphold Wood Main Priest’s decision."
"The Holy Temple’s neutrality is already the best news for us." Beigening replied; only before the Princess did he reveal a compliant side, while in front of others he was a shrewd noble.
"What’s going on?"
"The Tuokui Lion-man is restless at the border. The Princess is worried the Holy Temple might want to end this civil war prematurely."
The Nun Princess frowned slightly, answering softly: "It won’t happen. Wood Main Priest would never support such a move. However... there might be so changes from the Grand Temple side, I’ve received so news today."
"Hmm?"
"Wood Main Priest’s term is nearly over, the Holy Temple has sent a successor, and with the successor cos a special envoy from the Holy Temple. I have a bad feeling, Mr. Beigening."
"What’s the successor’s na?" Beigening’s expression revealed neither joy nor sorrow, he rely asked.
"I don’t know; Mr. Beigening, this is the highest secret of the Holy Temple, actually, I shouldn’t be discussing this with you," Magdalene looked at this young man with so concern and said softly, "You and Griffith are both excellent, but this world is too unfair, I’m sorry... even I can’t help you much."
Magdalene, having run over, flushed red, her beauty was stunning, even Beigening couldn’t help but glance at her. The young man smiled slightly, shaking his head and said, "It’s nothing, thank you very much, Princess Magdalene. By the way, you seed in a hurry to co over, did sothing happen over there?"
The young man referred to the inner hall, which was only accessible to those affiliated with the Holy Temple. Despite his distinguished background and current role as the princess’ envoy, he still couldn’t set foot there. Hearing this, Magdalene blushed slightly and nodded: "There are noble children coming to be appointed as Holy Temple Knight, as a Female Priest within the Temple, I’m supposed to watch."
"Oh?" Beigening raised an eyebrow, understanding from the Nun Princess’s aning that she had slightly violated the temple’s rules for his sake—quite an astonishing act for the polite and gentle Princess. Any man hearing such words would inevitably feel proud, but the young knight did not show this pride and instead asked, "Choosing this season to undertake the occupation, whose offspring?"
"I’m not sure; it’s said soone important introduced him, originally intended for the Lord of Priest to host the ceremony—"
"The Lord of Priest?" Beigening’s expression changed, interrupting: "Is it Wood Main Priest?"
"Yes, unfortunately, Lord Main Priest is not here. But the young man was impressive enough to refuse Lord Zhuoya’s proposal. I can see he truly doesn’t care about that honor, few nobles think that way anymore, especially in Erune." The Nun Princess remarked with admiration.
"I think perhaps he doesn’t realize what a great honor he’s missing," Beigening said unbelievingly, feeling a slight envy—rejecting the Lord of Priest’s ceremony was an incredible honor. Naturally, he preferred to believe Brand was a country bumpkin who didn’t understand what the ceremony ant. Breathing deeply, the young knight soon realized his outburst and shook his head: "Then I bid you farewell, Princess."
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