In that corner, a girl with silver hair was sitting quietly in that corner, quietly holding the book in her hand and reading it with relish. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She wore a white robe that only a formal priest could wear, and in order not to interfere with her reading, she deliberately tied her hair and brushed the bangs in front of her forehead with her hands from time to time.

She lowered her head and carefully held the heavy book in her hand with both hands, probably because it was too heavy, so she put it on her lap together. Although there were people around from time to time to change books, she seemed to be isolated from the world, just staring at the books in her hands, not affected by the outside world at all.

The sunlight shines through the stained glass behind her, shining on her body, showing a different kind of beauty.

Locke watched her quietly, and everything in the world seemed to be inferior to her beauty.

Suddenly, Locke felt someone tugging at his arm, and he turned his head to see that it was Renault tugging at him.

Renault looked at him strangely.

Locke couldn't help blushing, he really didn't expect Whitemayne to be such a quiet girl, he was stunned for a while.

Locke scratched his head in embarrassment, then signaled that he was okay, and Renault led Locke to the chair opposite Whitemayne and sat down.

After the two of them sat down, Renaud took a random book and looked at Whitemane like that. Locke was a little embarrassed, he also pulled out a random book, and then pretended to read it, while secretly looking at Whiteman.

Now she is still a little girl, it is the cardamom years, and the biggest difference from the game in the previous life should be that she is not so paranoid, right?

She looked seventeen or eighteen years old, Locke looked up and down, her priest's robe was wide, covering her body and seeing nothing, but judging by the length of her legs, it shouldn't be very low.

Suddenly, Whitemane, who was reading a book, seemed to sense something, and then she looked up and saw the two people opposite.

Locke hurriedly plunged his head into the book, and Renault hurriedly picked up the book in his hand and pretended to read it.

Looking at the embarrassed duo in front of her, Whitemane just chuckled, she pulled back her bangs, and then lowered her head and continued to read.

Locke breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at Renault, and found that Renault was the same, and the two couldn't help but laugh silently. Then he pretended to look at the book again, while peeking at Whiteman.

Soon, Whitemane's face turned slightly red, and then a burst of red rose from the root of her ears and swept across her face, her face instantly turned red, her skin was so white and delicate, Locke had an urge to touch it.

Soon, Locke became obsessed.

Such a lovely girl.

He couldn't help but feel a little moved.

In the past, he had only one goal in mind, and that was to stop the fall of the Crusaders, but Locke only felt that he did not have enough time, so he never considered the matter of children's affection.

Even the previous desire to demolish Renault and Whitemane was also based on the premise that the Crusaders could not fall.

But he now suddenly felt that if he made Whitemayne his wife, it seemed like a good attention?

In this case, Renault and her will naturally disperse, and I don't have to do everything I can to create obstacles for them, and looking at Renault's appearance, I am also a little hesitant now, isn't this my chance?

But what role am I going to play in this? Is it really good to do that?

Locke couldn't help but look at Whitemayne in a daze, and his brain began to think round after round.

Someone next to him pulled Locke, Locke was unmoved, and the person next to him pulled harder, but Locke still didn't move.

"Uh-huh!" Renault snorted next to him, and then Locke came back to his senses.

Looking at the little girl in front of me, her face was already as red as a ripe apple.

There were some scholars and priests around who looked at them dissatisfiedly.

This was a big shame, and Locke hurriedly put the book up to cover his face, and soon his face was like an apple.

At this time, there was a sound on the other side, and Locke hurriedly put down the book and looked at Whitemayne on the other side.

She got up and slowly stuffed the book into the shelf, then turned and smiled at the two of them, and then turned to leave.

Renault and Locke hurriedly stood up, and the two of them scrambled to stuff the books into the shelves, blocking Whitemayne's path.

Pointing to the lounge next to her, Renault motioned for her not to leave and go to the lounge next to her for a while.

Whitemane nodded in agreement, and Locke followed the two of them to the common room.

In the lounge, there is a wooden table surrounded by benches, on which are placed kettles and cups for the reader to drink during his break. The room was darkened due to the lack of windows, and there were candles burning on the table.

"Sally, introduce you to a friend, Rock Harvey, whose father was once a comrade-in-arms with your father, and you may know his father." Renault introduces Locke to Whitemane and his father.

In the lounge, there is a mute magic spell laid by the mage, which does not affect the crowd of people reading outside.

"Hello, Mr. Harvey, I am Sally Whitemane, and I have heard my father tell me about your father, Harvey Sr., and he is a brave knight." Sally Whitemane bowed a little and bowed to Locke, her voice soft.

But I don't have a similar memory in my head, my cheap father didn't say anything, Locke thought to himself.

"Well, hello, Sally, if you don't mind, please call me Locke, I've heard of your father, old Harvey said that your father is as brave as a madman on the battlefield."

Locke complimented Sally Whitemayne's father, trying to close the distance.

The delicate girl in front of her was looking at Locke with curious eyes, and Locke took the opportunity to look at Whitemayne openly.

Her facial features were delicate, her complexion was ruddy, her skin was as delicate as that of a baby, under her long hair, her ears were slightly pointed, she seemed to have the blood of a High Elf, and her black eyes were looking at her motionlessly.

After looking at each other for a while, Locke suddenly blushed, turned his gaze away, and was defeated.

"Okay, don't look any further, you see Locke's face is red, we're going to find Duane, Sally, are you going?" Renault joked with a smile.

Locke's face is redder too, this guy! I've decided! Be sure to snatch your Sari!

"No, I'm going to church to pray." Whitemane shook his head.

"Alright then, then we'll go, goodbye, Sally." Renaud said goodbye to her.

"Goodbye, Renault. Goodbye, Locke. Nice to meet you, see you next time. Whitemane smiled goodbye to them, then turned and walked out of the lounge.

Locke took the opportunity to scan her profile.

Name: Sally Whitemane

Age: 17

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Identity: Adopted daughter of High Lord Mograini, Crusader Inquisitor, and mid-ranking priest

Class: Priest Level 7 / Holy Priest Level 2 (Rare Template)

Factions: Alliance

Nationality: Lordaeron

Faith: Light

Organization: Knights of the Silver Hand

Hometown: Andorhar

Ability: Unknown

Specialty: First Aid (Advanced)

Condition: Good

Title: None

Title Ability: None

Sure enough, the little girl hadn't grown up yet. At her peak, even divine techniques like resurrection could be cast.

However, at her current age, it is rare for her to be able to comprehend the path of the Holy Light so deeply, and her talent is really good.

"What a charming girl, isn't she?" Renault said as he looked at Whitemayne's back in distraction.

"Yes, a very charming girl." Locke replied affirmatively.

"You're not going to like her, are you?" Renault turned and looked at Locke with a smirk.

"Are you going to be my competitor?" Locke looked at him with a for tat, and looked at him with a smile

"Whatever you want, at least I haven't made up my mind yet. I've always seen her as a sister before, and you know we grew up together. ”

"Alright then, I wish you didn't compete with me." Locke said half-truthfully.

"Haha, that depends on my mood." Renault replied with a smile, but with some reluctance in his smile.

The two of them then left the lounge and headed for the deepest hall of the library. It was there that the mage leader of the Crusaders, the Arcanist Duane, studied magic and tended to the Crusaders' treasure trove of knowledge.

The two of them walked slowly along the red carpet under their feet, surrounded by groups of mages who were obsessively looking at the books in their hands, some of them were thoughtful, some were confused, some were ecstatic, and in their eyes the knowledge seemed to be a treasure trove.

Soon, they came to the entrance of the deepest hall, and in the center of the hall there was a table and chair, in which a bald middle-aged man in a blue mage robe was sitting in the center of the hall, reading a book and writing and drawing in his hand.

Above his head, some books flipped the pages of the tree and flew like wings, like a dove that could not be quiet for a moment, but he was not affected in the slightest, and from time to time he stretched out his hand, and some of the books above his head flew into his hands.

This was the first time Locke had come to this world to see such a use of magic.

Renault stood at the entrance to the hall and knocked on the air.

Soon the middle-aged bald man inside raised his head, he glanced here, then lowered his head and continued the transcript in his hand.

He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and the books that were originally flying returned to their original bookshelf positions, and then he got up, and then pointed with his hand, and the feeling of the hall in front of him suddenly became real for Locke.

"Oh, boys, come in." The voice of a middle-aged bald man came from inside, and his voice was slightly low, as if he was chanting a spell.

"Amazing, isn't it? That's what I thought when I first saw it. Renault said to Locke as he walked, "Back then, my dream was to become a mage. ”

"And what about later?" Locke asked curiously.

"There's no later, you won't want to know, come on, come in quickly." Renault urged.