Christmas Eve was not peaceful.
In this world of ice and snow shrouded in darkness, the five hundred girls were like agile leopards. Ten hours of rapid marching had transformed them into silent killers, becoming the grim reaper who mercilessly harvested lives in the dark.
Looking at the towering city walls in front of them, neither they nor Li Wei felt sad or happy.
At the same time, in another country, the church bell rang twelve times.
In Liao Dekuan's capital city, which was decorated with lanterns and streamers, the joyous atmosphere gradually thickened. Needless to say, the beautiful crystal chandeliers in the palace had been lit for three days and three nights. Other than that, the commoners also lit up oil lamps to offer their most sincere blessings to the princess.
They were all optimistic about the marriage between Altoria and Guinevere.
As the King of Camelot, Altoria was handsome, humble, and polite. Her noble knight character was recognized by all the knights. As the princess of Liao Dekuan, Guinevere was beautiful and well-educated. She was also the " good child " that Liao Dekuan's subjects had seen since she was young.
Therefore, everyone believed that Altoria and Guinevere were a match made in heaven!
Under the influence of this thought, everyone went to bed early tonight. Their goal was to wake up early tomorrow so that they could witness the princess's happiness from beginning to end.
However, Guinevere stayed up all night in the palace.
Even though the wedding was tomorrow, her father did not lift her confinement. Instead, he increased the surveillance on Guinevere.
The more critical the situation was, the more mistakes could not be made!
In the sealed room, two female guards stood beside Guinevere, staring at her without blinking. He was afraid that Guinevere would suddenly do something drastic and ruin the plan.
Guinevere, on the other hand, was wearing a white wedding dress and lying motionless on the bed. Her lifeless eyes were staring at the familiar ceiling, and there were two clear tears at the corners of her eyes.
She still wanted to cry, but she did not even have the strength to do so now.
"It can't be, right? It can't be.”
Guinevere smiled at the thought.
It was the smile of despair after the beautiful fairy tale was shattered.
Actually, he could have thought of it with just a little thought, right? How could Lancelot, who was thousands of miles away, know about her marriage?
"Two years. In another two years, when you're older, I'll personally go to Liao Dekuan to propose marriage.”
"At that time, the new palace will have been built. We will hold our wedding there.”
"I will build you the most magnificent castle in the world. It will be filled with all kinds of treasures. If you want, you can even roll around on it all day.”
"Everyone will give us their blessings, be it your father, the gods in the heavens, or our subjects…our wedding will receive the recognition and blessings of the entire world.”
"I also need to find some bards to record the situation that day and make it into a ballad. I want it to be passed down forever along with your beauty and sung by generations.”
Recalling the oath of eternal love, every word was still clear and touching.
However, how wonderful it was in the past was how cruel it was now.
"Lancelot, I'm sorry. Guinevere is going to disappoint you.”
"I'm afraid you won't be able to wait until Guinevere grows up.”
……
The next day, in the cathedral of Liao Dekuan's capital city.
At the invitation of King Liao Dekuan, the slightly plump Patriarch of Britain wore a white priest robe and personally held this world-renowned wedding as an ordinary priest.
To be honest, this was actually a last resort.
Up until now, although the Crusaders had successfully spread their faith in the southern part of the British Isles, they had already bathed the land in the glory of God. However, he was only bathing in the glory of God.
In this land, the influence of the gods was not as great as he had imagined.
The Britons acknowledged the existence of God, but they did not acknowledge that God was supreme. They had their own code of conduct, which had a great impact on the missionary work.
This time, the Patriarch of Britain wanted to use this opportunity to increase the influence of the Church of the Cross.
On one side was the king of Camelot, and on the other was the princess of Liao Dekuan. In this way, this wedding could directly affect both countries.
Not to mention the other countries that were invited to attend the ceremony. If it was done properly, it could at least have an impact on more than half of the kingdoms in South Britain.
This was definitely an unprecedented preaching. If he could really succeed, his name would be enough to go down in history!
Therefore, he had to pull himself together and face the wedding properly.
Fortunately, he hadn't hosted a wedding for many years. However, he was a Patriarch who had climbed up from the bottom step by step. These basic skills had long been integrated into his blood, and he could not forget them even if he wanted to!
Therefore, when he turned around and looked at the uneasy groom and the bride who had just cried like a marionette, a warm smile naturally appeared on his face.
It couldn't be helped. These were all professional skills that had to be mastered.
But then again, the newlyweds today were really good!
The groom was handsome, while the bride was beautiful and gentle. Even God would bless a wedding like this!
As God's representative, the British Patriarch felt that he had the duty to represent God and offer his blessings to the newlyweds.
However, there were still some necessary procedures to be completed before the blessing.
He turned around and looked at the groom first.
" Arthur Artolia Pandora, the wise and wise King of Camelot, I ask you, do you take this woman to be your wife?" In sickness and in health, or for any other reason, to love her, to take care of her, to honor her, to accept her, and to be faithful to her until the end of time?”
"Of course!"
Looking into the priest's eyes, Artolia answered without hesitation.
The fat priest nodded slightly with a smile in his eyes. He slowly turned around and looked at Guinevere.
However, at this moment, a discordant voice suddenly sounded from below, disturbing the entire wedding.
"Even if she brings you misfortune and disaster?”
It was a very ominous and depressing sentence. If it was an ordinary person, they would have been beaten out by a stick long ago!
However, no one dared to glare at the owner of this discordant voice.
Because the owner of this voice was called Mei Lin.
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