RLAAQ - Chapter 2
Refusing Love as a Queen
"Did you know?"
The wall clock in the inner hall was ticking harshly, telling people that time had not stopped. Dalton spoke with a gloomy tone that made the maids in the room tremble.
"In Roland, people generally think that people with red pupils are merciless."
Adele's parents are both very beautiful. Leigh's Rose. Adele inherited the color of her eyes from her mother, but unfortunately, her mother was tortured by rumors that 'red pupils are not known' all her life after marrying Roland, and eventually died of it.
"All I know is that Sir Dalton is invincible in the casino."
Adele said in a sweet tone.
Under the candlelight, the crown on her head gave her a strange beauty. No ambitious man would fail to think of conquering such a noble lady.
To some extent, getting her is equivalent to getting the Roland Empire.
Dalton drew back the gun, raised her hand, and pulled the trigger against the dome painted with the Holy Spirit's salvation. Amidst the sound of gunfire that shook the eardrums, soldiers outside the door swarmed in.
Amidst the screams of the maids, Dalton smiled and blew the choking blue-gray smoke from the muzzle.
"Where's our carriage?"
He turned to his adjutant.
The carriages are parked on the royal porch on the west side, with a total of 20 carriages.
Dalton bought the knight commander in advance, so he entered the palace one step earlier than the nobles. At gunpoint, the maids, dressed in queenly clothes and gauze hats that concealed their faces, boarded different carriages and set off in different directions.
Before getting into the car, Kelly looked back at her master with red eyes.
The Queen gave her a reassuring smile and got into the same carriage with the dangerous officer.
"Go along the White River."
Dalton ordered the coachman.
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The carriage quickly passed through one cold and narrow street after another.
The architecture of Roland's imperial capital has a classical style, with high walls built of huge stones, balconies shaped like bunkers, and towering chimneys standing like a forest of guns under the night. The escape of the carriage was like running in a strange dream.
The coachman carried out Dalton's order and drove as close to the White River as possible.
Adele paid close attention to the movement outside the carriage.
The most difficult hurdle has passed, and the next thing to do is to reach the Day Palace smoothly. This road will not be peaceful for too long, and other people who also participated in this riot will soon find out about her escape and Dalton's betrayal. She can only hope that Dalton's position in the 'Thirty Years of Chaos' in the future will not come out of thin air.
"Stop, Who is it?"
During the night sky, the shouting became very clear.
In order to be safe, the rebels set up roadblocks at important intersections, and the guards vigilantly aimed their crossbows at the galloping carriages behind the fences.
The carriage stopped before a sharp wooden fence.
Adele's breathing stopped for a moment, and she looked up at Dalton who was sitting opposite.
"Knights of St. Nader."
The coachman announced the name of the army under Dalton's control and showed the badge.
"We are going to assist other adults."
Two guards stepped forward, one holding a torch, the other took the badge from the coachman and checked it. Hearing the name 'St. Nader's Knights', the guard holding the torch immediately frowned, as if hearing something extremely disgusting.
This is not surprising.
The New Gods respected the Holy Spirit 'St. Nader' which the Old Gods did not recognize, and formed a knight order belonging to the New Gods in his name. However, in the eyes of some Old Gods believers, this army is not worthy of being called 'knights' at all.
"Open the curtain."
The guard holding the torch stopped the companion who wanted to let go and knocked on the carriage window with the top of the crossbow, with a strong sense of threat.
"Do you accept all the messy idiots of Roland's bigwigs?"
The carriage curtain was pulled open, and Dalton's hated face of the old believers was revealed behind the glass window.
Under the light of the fire, his face was full of chills.
The guard held a torch, and through the carriage window, the carriage seat opposite Dalton was empty, and there was no one else around him.
Inside the carriage, Dalton's left hand was hidden in a place out of the light, covering the Queen's lips. Adele curled up on Dalton's side of the carriage seat like a cat. Because of the small space, she had lay her body on Dalton's lap, and he took off his black cloak to cover her tightly.
In this way, looking in from the window, there is indeed only one person.
Under the palm of his hand were soft and warm lips like petals, and the woman's perfumed body pressed against him tightly. As the guard's inspection time prolongs, the breathing on the back of his hand becomes slightly quicker.
"I will ask your master if you need to recommend someone who can do things faster."
Dalton tapped the glass impatiently with his fingers, making a sound like a woodpecker tapping hardwood.
The guard took a step back in horror.
Dalton was able to gain a foothold among the nobles as a commoner, not only because of the support of the New God sect, he himself was famously ruthless. There's no guarantee that he won't shoot them directly in the face when he gets angry.
The guard mocked the palisades, the coachman swung his whip, and the horses drove forward.
"Wait."
The sound of horseshoes chased him up from behind, and the guard immediately stopped letting him go. Several armored knights arrived, led by a nobleman whose face was hidden under a hood in a cloak.
In the darkness, Adele's body froze suddenly. The moment she heard the voice, she immediately recognized who was chasing her.
Otto Heinrich.
Minister of State whom she had personally appointed, who had been her mentor since she was eight, whom she had fatherly respected and loved.
"A good outfit, My Lord."
Dalton opened the carriage window, resting his elbows on the iron frame, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the coldness like a blade was faintly visible in the corners of his eyes.
Heinrich was in his mid-thirties, tall and slender, with hair carefully brushed back, gray eyes, and thin, light lips that gave him a ruthless appearance, although his elegant figure and demeanor always masked it well.
Heinrich rode a horse, walked around the cart, and asked condescendingly.
"The General didn't enter the palace, why are you here now?"
Dalton clearly felt that when Heinrich spoke, the Queen's breathing stopped for a moment, and her hands subconsciously grasped his clothes tightly.
Oh, woman... Dalton casually thought women have the softest hearts, they always surrender their trust with ridiculous naivety, and wait until the betrayal comes, and break their heart. He put a little more pressure on his hands to keep from the deadly cry of the Queen, who was suffering betrayal.
No moans, no tears.
Adele had already tested the pain of being betrayed in her previous life, and that pain and anger took away all her remaining innocence and kindness in just one month. Only the snake-like venom of hatred was running through her veins.
Teach her to use any means, teach her to be like a snake, like a scorpion.
Adele closed her eyes, and the words of Deuteronomy rolled silently on the top of her tongue.
If I sharpen my shining sword and judge in my hand, I will take revenge on my enemies and those who hate me.
I will make my arrows drunk with blood, the blood of the slain and captive. My sword will eat flesh, the flesh of the chief of the enemies.
"The Queen has escaped from the secret passage."
Dalton said sarcastically.
"Is the most likely exit not within your grasp? If I don't hurry, will you save me any favors?"
"In that case, please ask Sir Dalton to get out of the car, we need to search."
Heinrich frowned, Dalton's reason was impeccable, but his intuition was wrong.
"All right, cumbersome nobleman."
Dalton said lazily.
A knight rolled over and dismounted to pull on the door.
The moment the rider touched the carriage door, Dalton drew his gun.
The gunshots were deafening, and Heinrich's horse fell to the ground, whining. Heinrich was agile enough to roll from the horse's back on the ground in a very embarrassed posture, otherwise, it would not be the horse but him that was blowing his head. The horses on the other knights were frightened by the gunshots, neighing and rushing out aimlessly.
"The third checkpoint."
Dalton ordered the coachman.
In the chaos, the coachman took the opportunity to whip his whip, and the carriage sped out.
Along the way, the coachman strictly followed Daltons's orders and walked as close to the White River as possible. At this time, the third checkpoint set up by the river was not far away from them. When the carriage approached the checkpoint, accompanied by the sound of rushing water, a light quickly rowed out from the shadow of the buildings in the White River.
This was originally a retreat prepared by Dalton himself. Once the rebellion was unfavorable, or the nobles wanted to solve him by the way, he would withdraw from there. Now it is playing a more critical role than expected.
Dalton jumped out of the carriage with the Queen in his arms.
Adele glanced back, a group of cavalry was rapidly approaching, led by her dear mentor.
When her back hit the hard plank of the ship, Adele didn't care about complaining, and immediately turned over and stuck to the bottom cabin of the ship. As soon as she did this, she heard the sharp arrow flying past her head. Dalton leaned against the other side of the boat, and Adele heard him swearing inappropriately.
Good scolding.
The brave oarsmen rowed hard, it passed all the twisted and grotesque shadows on the water, and quickly moved towards the other side of the river. By the time the pursuers arrived, the barge had already docked. Some of Dalton's men were stationed here, and the torches on both sides printed the river surface like gold.
Her elbow was firmly pulled by Dalton. Adele jumped ashore from the barge, and she turned her head.
Heinrich raised his gun aimed at the Queen who had just set foot on the land across the river.
The moment he was about to pull the trigger, his former student suddenly turned her head, and the eyes of the two collided across the river. In the light of the torch, the face of the Queen with silver curly hair. Heinrich witnessed that face like a rosebud blooming, gradually fading childishness and becoming unparalleled gorgeous.
Heinrich's trigger finger paused.
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