Chapter 19 Chapter Two Welcome Home Simkin
Kenhana summoned the sorcerers and held Sim Jin firmly.Dukexis in black floated toward Simkin, and the crowd made way for them like fallen leaves blown by a gust of wind.The rustling whispers of the crowd were mixed with exclamations, half-half horror and half-cheering, as Gwen turned his gaze from Simkin, who was staring dumbfounded at Kenhana, to his companion.
Behind Xin Jin, the catalyst saint's face changed from red to ashen, and he stretched out his hand to press the black-haired young man's shoulder. This posture seemed to be both protective and oppressive.Another young man with brown hair pressed his hand on his friend's arm as well.Only then did Ge Wen notice that the black-haired young man stretched his hands behind his back and under his cloak.
No weapons of any kind are to be used within the city of Merilon, as they are considered tools of evil, proof that the user is practicing the Dark Craft, the Ninth Tribe - the Way of Kitsch.The young lady had never seen a sword, but had heard of it from bedside stories about ancient times told by her governess.Gwen immediately understood that the young man was carrying a sword, that he and his friend were undoubtedly bandits, and that he was about to strike.
"No!" She gasped, pressed her hand between her lips, and with the other hand tightly held the bouquet she had forgotten.
The black-haired young man turned around to face the approaching Duke Xisi, with his back to Ge Wen.The warm spring breeze lifted the cloak at his side, and she saw his hand on the hilt, slowly drawing the sword out of the scabbard that seemed to be wrapped in snakeskin.The sword was dark and frightening. Ge Wen was so frightened that she wanted to close her eyes, but her eyes were dry, as if they were on fire, and there was no way to close them. She could only stare at the sword as if she had been possessed by an evil spirit. With that young man, a suffocating feeling surged in her heart.
Duke Xisi had already made his way through the crowd, reaching out to Simkin and chanting a spell at the same time.They seemed completely oblivious to the dark-haired young man, who was slowly approaching them from behind his friend.
"What an honor!" Simkin exclaimed. "But it must be a mistake. Come to me after you figure it out. This is a good person."
There was a glimmer of light in the mid-air, and Kenhana stood alone in front of the gate of the earth, with nothing under his hands.
Simkin was gone.
"Grab him!" Kenhana yelled needlessly, Duke Xis was already on the move. "I'll keep an eye on his friend."
Seeing such an unexpected development, Ge Wen couldn't help but widen her eyes, and immediately looked at the black-haired young man.Simkin's sudden disappearance had apparently taken him by surprise, too.He hesitated and didn't draw out his sword, but Ge Wen saw that the catalyst saint approached him, said something seriously, and grabbed his shoulder again.Just as Kenhana stepped forward, the young man put the sword back into its sheath, and immediately covered it with his cloak.
Ge Wen breathed a sigh of relief, then belatedly realized that she had overstepped the norm and showed too much interest in this young man.She hoped her cousins hadn't noticed her flushed cheeks, and had hurriedly buried their faces in the bouquet.
"I said, let go." A voice cried out in pain. "You pinched me so badly."
Ge Wen gasped, and let go of the flowers in her hand in fright. The sound came from her bouquet!
"Emin's blood, child!" cried one of the flowers angrily. "I didn't want you to loosen that much! Crumple a petal of me."
Flowers were scattered across the road, and Gwendelyn floated cautiously and slowly, kneeling beside the bouquet, looking at it in disbelief.Among the carefully selected violets and roses, there is one flower that stands out.It was a bright purple tulip with a red band in the center and an orange star on top.
"Okay, are you going to throw me in the mud?" Tulip asked angrily.
Gwen took a breath and looked up to see if her cousins had noticed her, but they all seemed to be watching Duke Xisi completely fascinated.The sorcerer hadn't left yet. They folded their hands in front of them, their black hoods were drawn down to cover their faces, and they didn't seem to have taken any action.But Gwendelyn understood that they were mentally examining everyone in the crowd, shooting out the long invisible filaments of their magic webs, searching for prey.
While staring at the wizard, Ge Wen reached out and gently picked up the purple tulip.
"Sinkin?" she asked hesitantly. "how--"
"Hush! Shh!" Tulip asked her to silence. "It's a deadly misunderstanding, I'm absolutely sure. Why are they arresting me? Well, maybe it's the Countess Jewelry incident...but sure no one remembers that! Besides, it's all fake. Okay. Well, mostly... If I can meet the emperor, I'm sure he will clarify everything! Then, those are my friends." Tulip changed her serious tone. "Can you keep it a secret, child?"
"Yes, I—" Ge Wen looked at Tulip in embarrassment.
"Hush! That dark-haired boy, of noble origin, his father died, and left a large fortune. Evil uncle, kidnapped the child, put him under house arrest, and guarded by giants. I saved him. Now he is back, and he wants to expose his uncle and inherit the inheritance. "
"Really?" Ge Wen looked up at the black-haired young man over the tulip petals. "It's the first time I've heard of it."
"That's right!" cried Tulip. "Why don't I have such luck? That evil uncle is behind this! He heard we're back, he must know, and arrest me so I don't get in his way. Too bad." Tulip said despondently. "He must not only kidnap now, but this time he will definitely murder."
"Oh, my God, no!" Ge Wen exclaimed softly. "You have to do something!"
"I'm afraid not, unless you want to—but no, I can't ask you to help." Tulip sighed loudly. "I am doomed to spend my life in a vase. As for my friend? It must be at the bottom of the river..."
"Oh, no! I'm willing to help, if you really think I can help." Gwen trembled.
"Great." Tulip looked reluctant. "But I hate to involve you. But, you see, dear boy, I thought if you could just by chance float by, pretend not to know what was going on, and catch dear old Catalyst Saint, then, very unexpectedly, said: 'Father Dunstable! I'm so sorry I'm late, Mom and Dad are waiting for you at home!' and you pulled him out of there very casually."
"Where are you taking him?" Ge Wen asked in confusion.
"Ah, of course I brought it home." Tulip said the established facts. "I think you have room for all of us. I do like a single room, but I can share if necessary, but not with that catalyst saint, you can't imagine Show how loud he snores!"
"You mean—take all of you...back to my house!"
"Of course! You've got to hurry before that poor saint says what kills us all! The poor man isn't very bright, and you know what I mean."
"But that won't work! Haven't asked Mom and Dad, what will they say—"
"Even if you take Simkin home? Simkin, he's a favorite at court! My dear," Tulip continued babbling annoyingly. "I should have stayed in the homes of twenty princes, princes! Not to mention there are a lot of dukes and earls who said they would kneel on the ground and beg me to be a guest. When I didn't agree, Earl Isaac collapsed And threatened to kill himself. But are they serious, twenty pugs? You know, they're always barking and can't say anything, just bite people's ankles." Tulip shook a leaf. "Of course, I can introduce you to the people in the palace, as long as this little trouble is over."
"In the palace!" Ge Wen said softly.The Crystal Palace loomed before her eyes, and she saw herself being introduced to His Highness the Prince, her hand resting on the strong arm of the dark-haired young man as he curtseyed.
"I'll help you!" She suddenly made up her mind.
"Good boy!" Tulip said in a sincere tone. "Okay, take me with you. Don't mind Dukes, they won't see the disguise. I said, I'm totally undetectable, if you can just tuck me in your corset—"
"Where is mine? Oh...no way!" Ge Wen blushed and muttered. "I don't think so..." She wrapped the tulips among other flowers and hurriedly picked up the scattered flowers on the ground.
"Ah, yes." Tulip said openly. "You can't quite beat them, as Baron Baumgarten said after the lady ran off with the croquet player...and the Baron used to love that game of croquet."
"I have to ask you again, your name, and the purpose of coming to Malilong?" Kenhana stared at them suspiciously. "I have to tell you again, sir." Joram's voice was tight, trying not to lose his temper. "This is Father Dunstable, this is Mosiah, and I'm Joram. We're illusionists, a couple of touring performers, and we met Simkin by chance. We formed a troupe, due to some patron of Simkin. Invitation from..." Saryon hung his head, desperate to hear no more.The story that Prince Jarod made up sounds like rhetoric now.Mesmers with a talent for the Way of the Shadow are largely of no social class; they are Simharron artists who travel the world, pleasing the masses with their talents and craft.Illusionists often came to Merilon, and their talents were in great demand among the nobility. But this was the third time Joram had told Ken Hana the same thing, and to Saryon at least, it was clear the gatekeeper didn't believe a word of it. It's all over.Saryon thought sadly. He was carrying a guilt-ridden secret, which burned a huge hole in his heart, and he always felt that everyone who looked at him saw the guilt-as if it was printed on his forehead, maybe like The guild mark is as clear on the silver plate as it is.When Kenhana caught Sim Jin, the Catalyst Saints immediately jumped to the conclusion that Vanya had them.He didn't let Joram use the Dark Sword because he was more worried about Joram's life than his fear of being discovered.For Saryon, the end was sealed, and he planned to persuade Joram to tell Kenhana the truth after a while.He simply felt with sad relief that his torment would soon be over.Just then, the Catalyst Saint felt a hand gently resting on his arm. He turned around, and found that in front of him was a girl of sixteen or seventeen (Saryon had no habit of guessing the age of young ladies), who treated him like an uncle he hadn't seen in a long time. "Father Dunstable! How good to see you! Please accept my apologies for being late. I hope you're not offended, but it's such a beautiful day that my cousins and I wandered too far in the woods .See my bouquet? Isn't it pretty? Here's a flower, Father, I picked just for you." The lady took out a flower.Saryon saw it was a tulip and looked at it in bewilderment.Just when he was about to take the flowers, he suddenly discovered that it was a purple tulip—a bright purple tulip...with a bright red waistline and a little orange... Saryon closed his eyes and couldn't help sighing.
"You want to tell me, Gwendelin of the Samuels family, these... gentlemen were invited by your father?" Kenhana looked suspiciously at Joram and Mosiah. After Gwendelyn told her story to the gatekeepers, Kenhana led them all into a watchtower.This tower is shaped by magic, and it was built on the edge of the gate of the earth. It was originally to provide convenience for Kenhana, so that they can rest in the tower when they are not busy, so the tower also has things needed for official duties. .This place is rarely used to check Malilong's access rights - usually just a few simple checks at the gate of the city.However, given Simkin's dramatic arrival and even more dramatic disappearance, Kenhana found that the crowd was too concerned about the progress of the matter, so he drove the relevant people into the tower, all crowded together, this small six Six people and a tulip have never been crammed into a side-shaped room. "Yes, of course," answered the young lady, playing innocently with the flowers in her hand. Ge Wen stuck a flower to her soft cheek, and looked at the archmage from behind the petals. This coquettish appearance made the mage find her very attractive.He did not notice that one of the flowers happened to be a tulip of a very unusual color, nor that the young lady paused and hesitated so much in her speech.On the contrary, he took it for girlish reserve, which was quite appropriate for a young lady. But Saryon understood the reason for those pauses and hesitations—the young lady had followed suit, doing exactly what Tulip had taught her!The Catalyst Saints could only secretly worry, wondering whether this would save them from trouble or make them worse.There was nothing he could do about it now, but he had to play his part and trust Simkin and the lady to sort it out. As for Joram and Mosiah, Saryon wondered if they had figured out what was going on.Kenhana keeps their eyes on them so closely that the Catalyst Saints dare not give them any hints.However, he ventured to take a glance at them, and was a little surprised to find that Joram's eyes were fixed on the young lady, and his focused gaze seemed to be on fire.The Saints hope that the girl is unaware that such intense and unabashed admiration might frighten her or disturb her. Seeing Joram's expression, Saryon realized that he might have to consider a series of new questions.Losing one's soul and losing one's life are not the same thing, but the Catalyst Saint remembered his tortured, cranky youth, and he sighed in despair, as if their troubles weren't enough... "Look, sir," Gwendelyn explained, thoughtfully attaching tulip petals to the earrings. "Simkin and my father, Lord Samuels, the Master of the Guild—you know him?" Yep, Ken Hana knows her venerable father and owes him that. Ge Wen smiled sweetly. "Simkin and my father have been friends for a long time (new to Mr. Samuels), so when Simkin and his...his—" There was a pause. "Perform—the performance troupe—" Another pause. "My father invited them to our house when these young actors said they were going to come...come...Malilong to perform." Kenhana still looked skeptical, but it wasn't that he doubted what the young lady said.Simkin was quite well known and popular in Merilon, and he always lived in the wealthiest houses.To be honest, it was odd that he would agree to live in the relatively modest dwelling of a guildmaster.The Lord Samuels family had a very respectable reputation, and generations of Merilon had lived there from its founding, and there had never been a speck of scandal upon the family.No, Kenhana really didn't know how to handle this sticky situation without upsetting Lord Samuels or his charming daughter. "The key to this matter is—" Kenhana said reluctantly, looking into those innocent blue eyes. "Sinkin under arrest—" "Oh my God!" Ge Wen cried out in shock and fear. "That is." Kenhana said apologetically. "He would have been arrested if he had been there, but he fled — he left suddenly..." "I think there must be some misunderstanding." The young lady flicked her golden curls angrily. "Sinkin will definitely clear things up." "I believe he has the ability." Kenhana muttered. "At the same time." Ge Wen continued, taking a step closer to Ken Hana, and gently put her hand on his arm and begged. "Father is expecting these gentlemen, especially Father Danstable—" "Dunstable," the Catalyst Saint corrected feebly. "—the priest is an old friend of our family. We haven't seen each other for many years. To be honest." Gwendelyn turned to look at the Catalyst Saint. "I was a little boy when you saw me last, wasn't you, Father? I bet you didn't recognize me." "Yes... indeed," said Saryon vaguely. "I didn't recognize it." He saw that the young lady was taking pleasure in this daring and dangerous project, and had no idea of the real danger it was.The lady smiled and turned back to Ken Hana.Saryon was so frightened that his heart was pounding non-stop. He glanced outside the door and saw Duke Xisi gathered beside the city gate and whispering, their black hats were almost put together. "The Catalyst Saint and these two gentlemen." Ge Wen glanced at Mosiah and Qiao Lang with an expression of disinterest. "Cold, snowy, and tired, it won't do me any harm to take them home. Besides, you know where to find them if necessary." Apparently Kenhana thought it was a good idea.He looked out the door, then at Dukexis, then at the long line of people behind the wizard waiting to enter the city.Now was their busiest time of day, the lines were getting longer and people's patience was running thin, and his colleague seemed to be having a headache. "Okay," Kenhana said suddenly. "I'll give you passes to the upper cities, but with restrictions. Gentlemen." He looked sullenly at Mosiah and Joram. "Only go out with your father." "Or another family member?" Ge Wen asked sweetly. "Or another family member," Kenhana murmured, quickly marking the completed limited order parchment. Kenhana was busy with work, the Catalyst Saint leaned against the wall wearily, and Gwen's blue eyes were aimed at Joran.This kind of look is the kind of frivolous look without evil intentions in the process of a young girl growing into a mature woman.But it was caught in a pair of serious black eyes, trapped by a man who knew nothing about this kind of game. Gwen is used to exuding her enthusiasm and charm to men, and she is also used to receiving their response.And so she felt with horror that that passion had suddenly been swallowed up in the dark well of a cold and thirsty soul. It's stressful, even scary.Those dark eyes seemed to suck her in, and she had to get rid of them or lose something of herself—though she didn't know what.She couldn't take her eyes away, and the feeling terrified her, but it also excited her. However, it was clear that the young man had no intention of looking away!This became more and more unbearable, and the only thing Gwendelyn could think of was to drop the bouquet.It wasn't intended to be a flirting game, she didn't even think about it.Bowing her head to pick up flowers would restore her composure and break the disturbing gaze of the bold young man.But she doesn't seem to be getting her way. Someone also bent down to pick up the flowers, and Ge Wen found herself getting closer to that young man.The two of them reached out to pick up the purple tulip at the same time—it didn't look like a tulip, but it curled up its leaves and kept shaking its petals, as if laughing heartily. "Let me do it, miss," said Joram, lingering as he brushed hers with his hand. "Thank you, sir." Ge Wen said softly.She withdrew her hand suddenly as if she was being burned, and stood up quickly. Joram got up grimly, and handed her the flowers—except the tulip. "If you allow, miss." His voice was as dark as his eyes to the confused Gwen. "I want to keep this flower as a memory of our meeting." Did he already know who that tulip was?Gwen didn't say a word, but muttered something incoherent about something like "I'm sorry" as she watched the young man take the tulip and smooth the petals (Gwen couldn't help noticing that the hand was very special, strong and strong, but with slender, delicate fingers), and put the flowers into a pocket under the cloak. She heard a choked, angry scream vaguely, and Tulip's voice was muffled by her clothes.She found herself wondering what it was like to lean against the young man's chest.Ge Wen blushed and turned around quickly.When Kenhana put the pass to the upper city in her hand, she remembered this, and forced herself to listen to the archmage. "You don't need a pass, of course, Father Dunstable, because you are sent to the cathedral. The restraining order will not restrict you either, you can go wherever you want, and I think you will hurry as soon as possible." Let the Order know of your arrival." This subtly implies that the Catalyst Saints are to report to the cathedral immediately. Saryon bowed humbly. "May Emin wish you a happy day, Archmage," he said. "You too, Father Dunstable," replied Kenhanna.He glanced past Joram and Mosiah, pretending they weren't there, and hurried out of the hexagonal tower to question the next person in line. As luck would have it for Gwen, she was grabbed by her cousin as soon as she stepped out of the watchtower, pushing all disturbing thoughts about the dark-haired youth aside, but her heart followed his footsteps Jumping non-stop, she clearly heard him following behind her. "Please... excuse me, Father Dunstable." Gwen turned to speak to the Catalyst Saints, pretending not to see his young companions. "I've got to tell—explain...all this...to my cousins. If you want to take a break, the coffee shop over there is very nice, and I'll just leave for a while." Ge Wen ran away before hearing the answer, and dragged away the two excited cousins. "What would your mother say?" After Ge Wen said everything she could say, Lilian was taken aback. "My God! What will Mom say!" Ge Wen never thought of this.A guest who suddenly floats in the door!And so different! Lilian and Marjorie hurried back to the Upper City to report that the famous Simkin would be visiting the Samuels family.Gwen sincerely hoped that word of his arrest and his sudden disappearance had not yet reached her parents. Then, in order to allow Mrs. Rosamund to have enough time to open the doors and windows of the guest room to ventilate, to inform the chef, and to send servants to inform Samuels to prepare to welcome the distinguished guests, Gwen returned to the coffee shop and proposed to take the guests to see the city. beautiful scenery. Gwendelyn was delighted to find that, despite the seeming reluctance of the Catalyst Saints, the two young men were enthusiastically in favor of the idea.Apparently it was the pair's first time in Merilone, and Gwen found herself looking forward to showing the city.She floated into the air, waiting for them to float up together, but they didn't, and when she looked down, she was surprised to see that they were looking at each other in confusion.It immediately occurred to her that for some reason, they were walking up and down the ground all the time.Of course!They must have been tired after traveling all the way here, too tired to use their magic... "I'll hire a car." She suggested before the two of them could speak.With a wave of her little white hand, she summoned a gilded blue eggshell cart pulled by a team of robins.The car floated in front of them, and everyone climbed in. Ge Wen felt a little embarrassed when she found that Qiao Lang was reaching out to help her into the car. She had the coachman drive them through the shops and vendors that popped up like a circle of magic mushrooms around the gate of the earth.More than one looked at them as they passed, and many recognized them as Simkin's companions, and laughed happily.After leaving the area around the Earth Gate, they passed through the tropical garden, admiring the flowers that only grew here in Simharon.The magic trees on the craft walk sing in unison, raising their branches as the cars drive by.A royal bodyguard rides a seahorse, parading in this harmonious chorus. They could have wandered around the woods for hours, but the afternoon sun was approaching the mark of twilight in Sihana.It's time to go home.So under the guidance of Ge Wen, their car, together with other circling vehicles, drove to the floating rock base of the upper city. Gwendelin sat across from the two young people, feeling that the time passed too fast, and she really wanted to stay in this moment forever.When she saw the wonder of Merilon reflected in the eyes of her guests--especially in the black eyes--it seemed to her that she was seeing the capital for the first time, and had never noticed it before. beauty. What do her guests think?Mosiah seemed to be under a charm, pointing at all kinds of scenic spots in amazement, and his innocent and childlike astonishment made all the onlookers think that he himself was very interesting. Saryon did not glance at the city, his thoughts turned inward.The strange scenery outside only brought sad memories to the catalyst saint, and only made his secret more and more difficult. What about Joram?He finally saw the beautiful scenery of the capital that his mother described vividly every night when he was a child, but he didn't look at it with Anya's semi-crazed eyes.Qiao Lang's first impression of Ma Lilong was from a pair of blue innocent eyes and a wonderful golden hair mist. This beauty made his heart ache.
"I have to ask you again, your name, and the purpose of coming to Malilong?" Kenhana stared at them suspiciously. "I have to tell you again, sir." Joram's voice was tight, trying not to lose his temper. "This is Father Dunstable, this is Mosiah, and I'm Joram. We're illusionists, a couple of touring performers, and we met Simkin by chance. We formed a troupe, due to some patron of Simkin. Invitation from..." Saryon hung his head, desperate to hear no more.The story that Prince Jarod made up sounds like rhetoric now.Mesmers with a talent for the Way of the Shadow are largely of no social class; they are Simharron artists who travel the world, pleasing the masses with their talents and craft.Illusionists often came to Merilon, and their talents were in great demand among the nobility. But this was the third time Joram had told Ken Hana the same thing, and to Saryon at least, it was clear the gatekeeper didn't believe a word of it. It's all over.Saryon thought sadly. He was carrying a guilt-ridden secret, which burned a huge hole in his heart, and he always felt that everyone who looked at him saw the guilt-as if it was printed on his forehead, maybe like The guild mark is as clear on the silver plate as it is.When Kenhana caught Sim Jin, the Catalyst Saints immediately jumped to the conclusion that Vanya had them.He didn't let Joram use the Dark Sword because he was more worried about Joram's life than his fear of being discovered.For Saryon, the end was sealed, and he planned to persuade Joram to tell Kenhana the truth after a while.He simply felt with sad relief that his torment would soon be over.Just then, the Catalyst Saint felt a hand gently resting on his arm. He turned around, and found that in front of him was a girl of sixteen or seventeen (Saryon had no habit of guessing the age of young ladies), who treated him like an uncle he hadn't seen in a long time. "Father Dunstable! How good to see you! Please accept my apologies for being late. I hope you're not offended, but it's such a beautiful day that my cousins and I wandered too far in the woods .See my bouquet? Isn't it pretty? Here's a flower, Father, I picked just for you." The lady took out a flower.Saryon saw it was a tulip and looked at it in bewilderment.Just when he was about to take the flowers, he suddenly discovered that it was a purple tulip—a bright purple tulip...with a bright red waistline and a little orange... Saryon closed his eyes and couldn't help sighing.
"You want to tell me, Gwendelin of the Samuels family, these... gentlemen were invited by your father?" Kenhana looked suspiciously at Joram and Mosiah. After Gwendelyn told her story to the gatekeepers, Kenhana led them all into a watchtower.This tower is shaped by magic, and it was built on the edge of the gate of the earth. It was originally to provide convenience for Kenhana, so that they can rest in the tower when they are not busy, so the tower also has things needed for official duties. .This place is rarely used to check Malilong's access rights - usually just a few simple checks at the gate of the city.However, given Simkin's dramatic arrival and even more dramatic disappearance, Kenhana found that the crowd was too concerned about the progress of the matter, so he drove the relevant people into the tower, all crowded together, this small six Six people and a tulip have never been crammed into a side-shaped room. "Yes, of course," answered the young lady, playing innocently with the flowers in her hand. Ge Wen stuck a flower to her soft cheek, and looked at the archmage from behind the petals. This coquettish appearance made the mage find her very attractive.He did not notice that one of the flowers happened to be a tulip of a very unusual color, nor that the young lady paused and hesitated so much in her speech.On the contrary, he took it for girlish reserve, which was quite appropriate for a young lady. But Saryon understood the reason for those pauses and hesitations—the young lady had followed suit, doing exactly what Tulip had taught her!The Catalyst Saints could only secretly worry, wondering whether this would save them from trouble or make them worse.There was nothing he could do about it now, but he had to play his part and trust Simkin and the lady to sort it out. As for Joram and Mosiah, Saryon wondered if they had figured out what was going on.Kenhana keeps their eyes on them so closely that the Catalyst Saints dare not give them any hints.However, he ventured to take a glance at them, and was a little surprised to find that Joram's eyes were fixed on the young lady, and his focused gaze seemed to be on fire.The Saints hope that the girl is unaware that such intense and unabashed admiration might frighten her or disturb her. Seeing Joram's expression, Saryon realized that he might have to consider a series of new questions.Losing one's soul and losing one's life are not the same thing, but the Catalyst Saint remembered his tortured, cranky youth, and he sighed in despair, as if their troubles weren't enough... "Look, sir," Gwendelyn explained, thoughtfully attaching tulip petals to the earrings. "Simkin and my father, Lord Samuels, the Master of the Guild—you know him?" Yep, Ken Hana knows her venerable father and owes him that. Ge Wen smiled sweetly. "Simkin and my father have been friends for a long time (new to Mr. Samuels), so when Simkin and his...his—" There was a pause. "Perform—the performance troupe—" Another pause. "My father invited them to our house when these young actors said they were going to come...come...Malilong to perform." Kenhana still looked skeptical, but it wasn't that he doubted what the young lady said.Simkin was quite well known and popular in Merilon, and he always lived in the wealthiest houses.To be honest, it was odd that he would agree to live in the relatively modest dwelling of a guildmaster.The Lord Samuels family had a very respectable reputation, and generations of Merilon had lived there from its founding, and there had never been a speck of scandal upon the family.No, Kenhana really didn't know how to handle this sticky situation without upsetting Lord Samuels or his charming daughter. "The key to this matter is—" Kenhana said reluctantly, looking into those innocent blue eyes. "Sinkin under arrest—" "Oh my God!" Ge Wen cried out in shock and fear. "That is." Kenhana said apologetically. "He would have been arrested if he had been there, but he fled — he left suddenly..." "I think there must be some misunderstanding." The young lady flicked her golden curls angrily. "Sinkin will definitely clear things up." "I believe he has the ability." Kenhana muttered. "At the same time." Ge Wen continued, taking a step closer to Ken Hana, and gently put her hand on his arm and begged. "Father is expecting these gentlemen, especially Father Danstable—" "Dunstable," the Catalyst Saint corrected feebly. "—the priest is an old friend of our family. We haven't seen each other for many years. To be honest." Gwendelyn turned to look at the Catalyst Saint. "I was a little boy when you saw me last, wasn't you, Father? I bet you didn't recognize me." "Yes... indeed," said Saryon vaguely. "I didn't recognize it." He saw that the young lady was taking pleasure in this daring and dangerous project, and had no idea of the real danger it was.The lady smiled and turned back to Ken Hana.Saryon was so frightened that his heart was pounding non-stop. He glanced outside the door and saw Duke Xisi gathered beside the city gate and whispering, their black hats were almost put together. "The Catalyst Saint and these two gentlemen." Ge Wen glanced at Mosiah and Qiao Lang with an expression of disinterest. "Cold, snowy, and tired, it won't do me any harm to take them home. Besides, you know where to find them if necessary." Apparently Kenhana thought it was a good idea.He looked out the door, then at Dukexis, then at the long line of people behind the wizard waiting to enter the city.Now was their busiest time of day, the lines were getting longer and people's patience was running thin, and his colleague seemed to be having a headache. "Okay," Kenhana said suddenly. "I'll give you passes to the upper cities, but with restrictions. Gentlemen." He looked sullenly at Mosiah and Joram. "Only go out with your father." "Or another family member?" Ge Wen asked sweetly. "Or another family member," Kenhana murmured, quickly marking the completed limited order parchment. Kenhana was busy with work, the Catalyst Saint leaned against the wall wearily, and Gwen's blue eyes were aimed at Joran.This kind of look is the kind of frivolous look without evil intentions in the process of a young girl growing into a mature woman.But it was caught in a pair of serious black eyes, trapped by a man who knew nothing about this kind of game. Gwen is used to exuding her enthusiasm and charm to men, and she is also used to receiving their response.And so she felt with horror that that passion had suddenly been swallowed up in the dark well of a cold and thirsty soul. It's stressful, even scary.Those dark eyes seemed to suck her in, and she had to get rid of them or lose something of herself—though she didn't know what.She couldn't take her eyes away, and the feeling terrified her, but it also excited her. However, it was clear that the young man had no intention of looking away!This became more and more unbearable, and the only thing Gwendelyn could think of was to drop the bouquet.It wasn't intended to be a flirting game, she didn't even think about it.Bowing her head to pick up flowers would restore her composure and break the disturbing gaze of the bold young man.But she doesn't seem to be getting her way. Someone also bent down to pick up the flowers, and Ge Wen found herself getting closer to that young man.The two of them reached out to pick up the purple tulip at the same time—it didn't look like a tulip, but it curled up its leaves and kept shaking its petals, as if laughing heartily. "Let me do it, miss," said Joram, lingering as he brushed hers with his hand. "Thank you, sir." Ge Wen said softly.She withdrew her hand suddenly as if she was being burned, and stood up quickly. Joram got up grimly, and handed her the flowers—except the tulip. "If you allow, miss." His voice was as dark as his eyes to the confused Gwen. "I want to keep this flower as a memory of our meeting." Did he already know who that tulip was?Gwen didn't say a word, but muttered something incoherent about something like "I'm sorry" as she watched the young man take the tulip and smooth the petals (Gwen couldn't help noticing that the hand was very special, strong and strong, but with slender, delicate fingers), and put the flowers into a pocket under the cloak. She heard a choked, angry scream vaguely, and Tulip's voice was muffled by her clothes.She found herself wondering what it was like to lean against the young man's chest.Ge Wen blushed and turned around quickly.When Kenhana put the pass to the upper city in her hand, she remembered this, and forced herself to listen to the archmage. "You don't need a pass, of course, Father Dunstable, because you are sent to the cathedral. The restraining order will not restrict you either, you can go wherever you want, and I think you will hurry as soon as possible." Let the Order know of your arrival." This subtly implies that the Catalyst Saints are to report to the cathedral immediately. Saryon bowed humbly. "May Emin wish you a happy day, Archmage," he said. "You too, Father Dunstable," replied Kenhanna.He glanced past Joram and Mosiah, pretending they weren't there, and hurried out of the hexagonal tower to question the next person in line. As luck would have it for Gwen, she was grabbed by her cousin as soon as she stepped out of the watchtower, pushing all disturbing thoughts about the dark-haired youth aside, but her heart followed his footsteps Jumping non-stop, she clearly heard him following behind her. "Please... excuse me, Father Dunstable." Gwen turned to speak to the Catalyst Saints, pretending not to see his young companions. "I've got to tell—explain...all this...to my cousins. If you want to take a break, the coffee shop over there is very nice, and I'll just leave for a while." Ge Wen ran away before hearing the answer, and dragged away the two excited cousins. "What would your mother say?" After Ge Wen said everything she could say, Lilian was taken aback. "My God! What will Mom say!" Ge Wen never thought of this.A guest who suddenly floats in the door!And so different! Lilian and Marjorie hurried back to the Upper City to report that the famous Simkin would be visiting the Samuels family.Gwen sincerely hoped that word of his arrest and his sudden disappearance had not yet reached her parents. Then, in order to allow Mrs. Rosamund to have enough time to open the doors and windows of the guest room to ventilate, to inform the chef, and to send servants to inform Samuels to prepare to welcome the distinguished guests, Gwen returned to the coffee shop and proposed to take the guests to see the city. beautiful scenery. Gwendelyn was delighted to find that, despite the seeming reluctance of the Catalyst Saints, the two young men were enthusiastically in favor of the idea.Apparently it was the pair's first time in Merilone, and Gwen found herself looking forward to showing the city.She floated into the air, waiting for them to float up together, but they didn't, and when she looked down, she was surprised to see that they were looking at each other in confusion.It immediately occurred to her that for some reason, they were walking up and down the ground all the time.Of course!They must have been tired after traveling all the way here, too tired to use their magic... "I'll hire a car." She suggested before the two of them could speak.With a wave of her little white hand, she summoned a gilded blue eggshell cart pulled by a team of robins.The car floated in front of them, and everyone climbed in. Ge Wen felt a little embarrassed when she found that Qiao Lang was reaching out to help her into the car. She had the coachman drive them through the shops and vendors that popped up like a circle of magic mushrooms around the gate of the earth.More than one looked at them as they passed, and many recognized them as Simkin's companions, and laughed happily.After leaving the area around the Earth Gate, they passed through the tropical garden, admiring the flowers that only grew here in Simharon.The magic trees on the craft walk sing in unison, raising their branches as the cars drive by.A royal bodyguard rides a seahorse, parading in this harmonious chorus. They could have wandered around the woods for hours, but the afternoon sun was approaching the mark of twilight in Sihana.It's time to go home.So under the guidance of Ge Wen, their car, together with other circling vehicles, drove to the floating rock base of the upper city. Gwendelin sat across from the two young people, feeling that the time passed too fast, and she really wanted to stay in this moment forever.When she saw the wonder of Merilon reflected in the eyes of her guests--especially in the black eyes--it seemed to her that she was seeing the capital for the first time, and had never noticed it before. beauty. What do her guests think?Mosiah seemed to be under a charm, pointing at all kinds of scenic spots in amazement, and his innocent and childlike astonishment made all the onlookers think that he himself was very interesting. Saryon did not glance at the city, his thoughts turned inward.The strange scenery outside only brought sad memories to the catalyst saint, and only made his secret more and more difficult. What about Joram?He finally saw the beautiful scenery of the capital that his mother described vividly every night when he was a child, but he didn't look at it with Anya's semi-crazed eyes.Qiao Lang's first impression of Ma Lilong was from a pair of blue innocent eyes and a wonderful golden hair mist. This beauty made his heart ache.