Chapter 163: The noble lady who has been sleeping for a thousand years

"Uh...ah..."

The woman in the coffin opened her pale lips slightly and let out a low moan. It seemed that she had not spoken for a long time. Her voice was hoarse and stiff. Her blue eyes that gradually widened seemed to have lost focus.

It took a long time to get used to it, and it regained its crystal luster. All signs showed that this woman had been sleeping for a long time.

As if sorting out the scattered fragments in her mind, she lay there for several minutes before slowly moving, as if she wanted to sit up. Unfortunately, her body that had just woken up was too stiff, and her upper body could only bend a little.

With a small arc, she lay down again with a "pop" sound. After trying this several times, she successfully sat up.

Huh...?

I have to say that this woman is quite beautiful. Although she cannot compare with my Sarah, her round oval face exudes sophistication and elegance, mixed with her slender and plump figure, and her baby-like snow-white skin.

But she also has a unique mature charm. The snow-white robe she is wearing has no wrinkles. This shows that she must have been carefully cared for before she "sleeped". However, according to the customs of the Dark Continent, this

This kind of white robe is usually worn by the deceased who is about to be buried. Was she mistaken for a dead person? But why was it placed in the most sacred prayer hall? And she slept for so long? Who is she?

I looked at her carefully. She was about thirty years old, with beautiful appearance, good posture, and the noble temperament revealed in every move. Everything was in line with the image of a perfect lady, uh...

However, according to the age of the Dark Continent, with an appearance of about thirty years old, the real age should be forty or fifty years old. If he is a strong man with power, he may be much older. Let’s see if Kasha refuses to admit it.

An old woman would know...No, no, it doesn't matter her age or anything, the most important thing is who she is and why she appears here?

After "Sleeping Lady" sat up, she seemed to be aware of the movement behind her. She turned her head little by little and looked at me standing on the cross behind her with confused eyes. She moved slowly and stiffly, making her look like

It looks like a machine that hasn't been started in decades.

I did not avoid her gaze, or in other words, I had been hoping that she would do something so that I could observe more clues and materials to fill in the curiosity and doubts that were constantly rolling in my mind.

"..."

Her mouth moved. She seemed to have said something, but because she hadn't spoken for too long, only some meaningless syllables came out of her throat. She lowered her head blankly and kept mumbling. It seemed that she was speaking.

She tried hard to regain the feeling of speaking. After a while, she raised her head again as if she had confidence and looked at me with dull eyes. Although the words coming out of her small mouth were still seriously out of tune, they were like foreigners with big tongues.

The explanation in jerky Mandarin is average, but it does not prevent me from understanding the meaning...

"Can...save...my...husband...?"

"..." I was hit...

Although I don’t have any intentions towards the beautiful woman in front of me, generally speaking, when encountering this kind of incident that almost only occurs at the beginning of romance novels, any man will have more or less expectations...

So, when I heard those words as soon as I opened my mouth, it really made me feel a little bit weird. The falling flower was intentional. Before my flower fell, she was so wet that she became ruthless...

"Madam, can you make it clearer? It would be best if you could start from the beginning, for example, your name and why you are here...?"

I could only smile weakly at the other party's nonsensical plea. Before asking others for help, I should at least explain the whole matter clearly.

"Yes...I'm sorry..."

Her expression looked very troubled, as if she still couldn't sort out what was in her mind. Since she was still sitting in the "coffin", she could only lower her head to apologize. Even so, only the nobles

The elegance she showed only in this way can also make people fully feel the sincerity contained in it. It seems that she was indeed a noble lady with a high status in the past.

"My name is Maggie Yerris..."

"Hello, Mrs. Yeris, it is my great honor, Druid Wu Fan, to have the honor of meeting such a beautiful lady."

I gently bowed as a man. Now I am more or less familiar with the etiquette in the dark world, although most of them were learned from the heroic novels told by Sarah...

She seemed a little confused about the name Mrs. Yerris. She had been sleeping for so long, and it was normal for her to feel like she was from another world. However, she seemed to have seen this name somewhere. Hey, why do I always feel a sense of disgrace recently?

How about the feeling of forgetting three things and forgetting four things?

Mrs. Yerris supported her body with her hands, stood up slightly crookedly, and then carefully jumped off the stage. Even such an inelegant action was very pleasing to the eye when she made it. Of course, after I made it

When making the evaluation, I never thought that if he was a polite gentleman, he would be honored to lend a helping hand. Obviously, I, the fake gentleman, was just observing silently.

"This is... the prayer hall of the cathedral?"

Mrs. Yerris didn't seem to blame me for my lack of etiquette. After getting down to earth, she looked around with her dull eyes, showing a thoughtful expression.

"Let's talk while walking."

She looked at me, said a little stiffly, and then took the lead.

"As you wish."

I am also very curious about her husband. She must have been asleep for a long time. So, what about her husband? Is he really still alive? I don’t know why, but I always feel that there is an unnatural feeling all over her body.

Breath, what is the problem?

Could it be her demeanor?! By the way, she had always looked sluggish from the beginning, like a puppet. But thinking that she had slept for so long, it was naturally impossible for her to recover so quickly, and I felt relieved.

.

However, I still stopped in front of her.

"Mrs. Yerris, I can feel your anxiety, but the road ahead is very dangerous, so let me clear the way for you."

"Danger, this is a cathedral, is there any danger?" She looked at me blankly.

"..."

I said, which era did you run away from...

"Can I take the liberty of asking, what is your husband's name?" I asked just in case.

"Alexander Alchton..." She still answered with that lifeless expression.

With a "pop" sound, I almost couldn't swallow my breath. My mind quickly recalled the biography I saw in the secret room of the military camp a few days ago. No wonder her name seemed a bit familiar - didn't it appear in that biography?

Have you heard the name dozens of times?

"Commander of the Second Legion of the Holy Light Crusade, Alexander Erqiton?"

I asked again unsurely.

"Yes, he is my husband!"

She looked at me firmly and forcefully, with a hint of pride finally showing on her stiff, pretty face.

My heart was rolling violently, and I never expected that the person I was entrusted to rescue now turned out to be the big shot I saw in the biography a few days ago. However, the most important thing is that Alexander Erchton is not in the forces of hell. A character from the previous era? It must have been at least several thousand years ago! If what he said about Mrs. Yerris and his wife in front of him is true, then she has also been sleeping for thousands of years. Is this possible? And according to the biography According to the records in it, wasn't she killed by her husband himself? Why does she appear here...?

Countless questions swelled in my mind, almost bursting into tears. Uh, no, I'm afraid even Sherlock Holmes was possessed and couldn't figure out the reason.

I temporarily suppressed all my questions and chatted with her sentence by sentence. Of course, I would not forget to reveal some information to her. When she knew that thousands of years had passed since her time, and not long after her death, , the forces of hell began to fully invade the entire Dark Continent. Now that it was in danger, a trace of surprise finally appeared on the dull face.

"Does Mrs. Yeris still remember what happened before she fell asleep, and why she is here?" I probed cautiously.

"..."

I was stunned for a while, and the deep sadness in her eyes could not escape my eyes. It seemed that what was said in the biography was probably true. However, she finally shook her head and denied it, using the facts I just stated as her excuse. The reason for refusing to answer is that thousands of years have passed, and many things have been blurred...

"So, thousands of years have passed, is Lord Alexander really still there?"

While trying not to irritate her, I asked another question. Since you want my help, you should also tell me these most basic questions. Otherwise, what if you run over and only find a skeleton?

"Yes, I'm sure, because even in his deep sleep, I can still hear his sad cry, so please, please save him..."

Hearing her words, my whole body suddenly shivered. What a supernatural conversation. Why did I have a bad premonition?
Chapter completed!