Evil always comes from courage

Some people in the crowd soon noticed this slightly ambiguous scene, and they couldn't help but make various sounds of envy and admiration.

"Oh my god, Miss Alice Letasha and Knight Sfacebet are so perfect for each other. exclaimed another lady in a low voice;

"Miss Alice Letasha is smaller and slender than any other lady of her age. Every time I see her, I feel like she is like a cute and clever canary, which is really enviable."

I don't know why, but I felt a little unhappy after hearing these words. They were obviously words of praise, and there was nothing wrong with them, but I still felt unhappy about them.

I don't know the life experience of Knight Sfaser Bate. There was no chance to inquire about other people’s life experiences, and as a representative, I abruptly asked someone to inquire about the past deeds of another stranger, who was also a knight with a dignified appearance, and his life experiences and preferences. Perhaps this would make it easier for people to misunderstand or be too biased. Be weird," one man exaggerated, half-jokingly;

"Yes, yes, with the handsome appearance of Knight Sface Bate and the sweet and lovely angelic face of Miss Alice Letasha, the two of them standing together are like two people in a riding battle. Like an adult, I almost fainted with excitement."

I know what they are talking about. I have seen that painting on the Victoria, but I am definitely not as good as that tall and beautiful lady. What's more, anyone who really knows that story knows that The gentleman in the painting is the uncle of some lady. It is not what they imagined at all.

Their voices became louder and clearer, and even gradually became more and more unrestrained, and they were talking openly and openly. I don’t know what is happening at this moment. What did Knight Father Bet think? He half-crouched in front of me like a gentleman. Even so, he was still much taller than me.

Probably because there was no reaction from the two of us, and the crowd was talking loudly. A lot more, another woman immediately added after the previous man;

"And I heard that Knight Sfaser Bate seems to be from the Imperial City of Zakshitz. He has amazing swordsmanship and is praised by the Imperial City as the most talented knight. In addition, Miss Alice Letasha is a noble with royal blood.. A love affair across borders is so romantic."

I sighed slightly. This lady was telling the story of another painting on the Victoria. What makes me even more helpless is that the characters in that story did not end well. If I hadn't known, they would have only heard a few words. The story did not delve into the real content behind it, otherwise I would have thought that they were scolding me openly.

I know that there may be something on my face, but Knight Sfather Bet has such a doting expression Looking at me, wiping for me, and adding in the comments from the crowd, I felt nothing but discomfort.

I patted the hand of Knight Sfaser Bate slightly angrily, and everyone I unexpectedly let out a small exclamation. I didn't intend to care about those people's opinions, let alone what they thought. When I thought of this, my voice also took on a slightly unhappy tone;

"Thank you very much, Mr. Sfaster Bate, but please let me do it myself next time."

There was a look of surprise in the eyes of Knight Sface Bet. He retracted his hand in embarrassment and stood up in a slight panic. Probably he also realized that there was something wrong with doing this. Now that the matter has come to this, he can only be very sorry. said to me;

"I'm sorry, Miss Alice Letasha, I just think you are like my sister, subconsciously……"

I don't want to listen to him telling me stories. I don't like the feeling of being watched. Maybe some people are envious, but most of them are looking at a good show. No one likes to be looked up and down like this, so I interrupted him directly and said;

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Sfaster Bate, I'm afraid you will have a lot of hard work in a while."

Knight Sfaser Bate also looked guilty. He knew what I was talking about. It was referring to the young man's matter. This matter is such a big deal. It's best not to be caught by Officer Niklos Ansifa. If I take the credit, I don’t know how people will talk about it behind my back, and what kind of conflicts will be caused.

There are still people in the crowd talking in low voices, but they have changed the direction. Their voices are so low that I can’t hear clearly.

I Seeing that Knight Sfather Bet was still looking at me blankly, he was about to say something when suddenly a very familiar voice came from the bow of the ship.

"Ladies and gentlemen, could you please be quiet for a moment? Does anyone hear anything?"

The murmurs in the crowd suddenly stopped. Everyone looked around to find who was shouting so loudly. I also followed the voice and found that it was reporter Luo Linna. She was standing on the bow of the ship, leaning on the boat. The railing looked down.

Someone's attention was immediately attracted.

"what sound?"

People started talking again, but this time the protagonists were no longer me and Knight Sfacebet, but reporter Lorena.

"It's reporter Lorena. What is she talking about?"

Some people followed Miss Lorena and stood by the railing, imitating her look and looking into the sea, but no one saw anything and complained.