The male protagonist of the quick wear is obsessed with me

[Mingyu, if you don't want to do this mission, then don't do it, but you can't just pretend to sleep and not talk.]

Changsheng's childish voice sounded in his mind, angry.

Her Highness the Saint was sitting in the chair with one hand supporting her forehead, and she seemed to be asleep. Her wide sleeves gradually slid down like petals, revealing a piece of snow-white skin.

[Mingyu?]

The call seemed to wake her up. The girl's long and thick light golden eyelashes trembled slightly. The next moment, her admirable sapphire eyes opened, revealing a hint of confusion.

When she looked around clearly, she realized that she had fallen asleep leaning against the back of the chair.

Wei Mingyu subconsciously raised her hand, her bamboo shoot-like fingertips were a light cherry pink, healthy and beautiful.

The long hair hanging down in front of her chest was also golden, not black.

Now she is Yolanda.

Wei Mingyu frowned slightly and wondered to himself, what happened just now?

She carefully checked her body and found nothing wrong.

Could it be that I was just too tired and had a dream?

But why was that dream so real, so real that it was unbelievable?

After thinking for a while, Wei Mingyu couldn't figure it out and just put it aside.

She explained a few words to Changsheng softly, and seeing that it was getting late, she ate the delicious food brought by the maid, washed up, and then lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

This time, she didn't dream again.

……

In Cardinal Lotte's study, there were two people, one sitting and one standing.

Lotte advised earnestly, "Landon, Her Highness Yolanda is gentle and kind, and she values ​​every knight under her command. As long as you stay with her, you will have a good life in the future."

"unnecessary."

Opposite the desk stood a handsome young man wearing a slim-fitting knight's suit with a black background and red patterns. At this moment, his voice was cold and he didn't seem to care.

Perhaps because the wounds on his body had not yet healed fully, his face was a little pale and his lips were pale in color.

Lot slammed the table hard, looking at the stubborn young man in front of him, he wanted to press his head down and go find Princess Yolanda.

Look at this black-haired, black-eyed man who looks like a dark god heretic. If it weren't for his parents who died young, he would have thrown Langdon out of the temple long ago.

Now I really want to knock open his head to see if there is straw inside.

Lotte calmed his breath and continued to persuade: "For such a good thing, the first person I thought of was you. If I hadn't practiced magic, how could you have been the knight following Her Highness the Saint?"

The handsome young man had no expression on his face and said calmly, "Then you go."

Don't think he doesn't know that the group of trainee knights that Bishop Lot brought today were meant to be recommended to Her Highness Yolanda, but they were simply rejected.

So now he remembered himself.

Lotte was about to vomit blood. "I think you really want to piss me off to death! Whether you agree or not, get out of here and go before Her Highness Yolanda tomorrow."

Langdon said nothing, just glanced at him and turned away.

The next morning, Wei Mingyu had just finished breakfast and was resting under the wisteria trellis.

At this time, Lot came over with a very handsome young man.

He didn't say anything else. He pushed the handsome young man in front of her and introduced him with a smile: "Your Highness Yolanda, this is the apprentice knight Langdon. He is extremely powerful and can completely compete with the great swordsman."

It turned out that Lotte knew that Langdon would not come obediently, so he ran over and "picked" him up personally.

"Good day, Your Highness Yolanda."

The young great swordsman lowered his eyes slightly and performed a standard knight's salute to the noble Saint.

Perhaps because he was too nervous or because he rarely met such a noble person, Langdon's body was a little stiff and his movements were as stiff as a puppet.

Bishop Lot's sales pitch was obvious. Her Highness the Saint, who was sitting on a rattan chair, raised her head slightly and looked at the handsome young man.

The young man in front of him was indeed rare. He had black hair and black pupils, and his slender and sharp eyebrows were slightly raised, with a rebellious look.

At this moment, his high ponytail fell behind him, revealing clear lines on his face. Compared with others, his face looked a little softer, diluting the coldness between his brows.

Her Highness the Saint's gentle gaze moved downward.

The young man was wearing a black knight's suit with silver patterns, and no armor. A pure black belt was buckled around his waist, outlining his thin and powerful waistline.

His legs were wrapped in black trousers and he wore knee-high black boots. He looked broad-shouldered and long-legged, like a cheetah ready to pounce in the forest, full of explosive power.

Princess Yolanda looked at the two people in front of her calmly, feeling somewhat helpless.

Including the apprentice knights from yesterday, all the people Lotte recommended to her were good-looking. If you didn't know, you would think they were sending her male companions.

While Her Highness the Saint was observing him, the young great swordsman was also watching her inconspicuously.

Today, Her Highness the Saint was wearing a simple white robe with wide cuffs embroidered with silver patterns. The long corners of the snow-white robe almost covered all of her fingers, leaving only a few pearl-like white and soft fingertips exposed, revealing a healthy rouge color.

Langdon was so absorbed in staring at the blush pink that he almost didn't hear what the Saint said to the Bishop.

until……

"Bishop Lot, I'm sorry. Knight Langdon is fine. It's just that I..."

The saint's gentle and apologetic words awakened the young swordsman. He suddenly raised his head, and his pupils, which had originally had no focus, shrank.

However, before he could open his mouth, a deep male voice sounded behind him.

"Your Highness Yolanda, I think there are enough knights guarding you. There is no need to add others."

Langdon turned around and saw a tall man wearing silver armor and with messy hair striding towards them. His deep honey-brown eyes looked at him with a hint of displeasure and scrutiny.

After learning today that Bishop Lot had brought a young trainee knight to see Her Highness Yolanda, Rhodes ran all the way here.

"Knight Rhodes," Bishop Lotte narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction, "As a knight of Her Highness Yolanda, aren't you meddling too much?"

It is Her Highness Yolanda's business whether to accept a knight or not. How can a guardian knight be her master?

This should not have come out of Knight Rhodes' mouth, no matter how dissatisfied he was in his heart.

The three of them all looked at Her Royal Highness the Saint.

Bishop Lot smiled, as if everything was under control.

Knight Rhodes held the long sword hanging at his waist, feeling confident.

The young swordsman had cold black eyes, but the look he gave him was somewhat stubborn.

After a while, Her Highness the Saint, who had been thinking for a long time, finally spoke. She said softly:

"Then Knight Langdon, please train with me for a while."

Without waiting for others to react, after receiving a positive answer, Langdon walked up to Her Highness the Saint without hesitation and knelt on one knee. He carefully held up Her Highness the Saint's soft fingers hanging on her knees, kissed the back of her hand devoutly, and pledged his loyalty.

"Your Highness Yolanda, I will be your most loyal knight and will always protect your safety."