The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

As someone started to speak, many people chose to leave the stage and sit in the audience, but some people who were confident in their dancing stayed.

Just like when the tide recedes, those who remain are the confident and resolute people.

Seeing this, the musicians on the stage excitedly changed the music, turning the originally melodious and long classical music into exciting and pleasant jazz.

"It's crazy! In the past twenty years, no one in Constantinople has dared to dance like this with the Roman royal family." The dance master Ans shook his head.

"Why?" the Egyptian envoy sat down beside him and asked, "Teacher Ans, please explain a little."

Ans is an internationally renowned dancer. He was born in Vienna, the capital of art, and has served as a court dancer in royal families of various countries. If you are a noble, you basically have to call Ans "teacher", because your parents' dance may have been taught by him or his students.

Ans replied, "Because the last person who performed this dance in Rome was my favorite student, Zoe Dragaces Palaiologos, the late Empress of the Roman Empire."

"What the hell!" The Egyptian envoy widened his eyes and blurted out a beautiful oriental classical language.

The nearby Eastern Han envoy couldn't help but glance at him, then quickly looked away and asked, "So, the scene from twenty years ago is about to happen again?"

"I don't think so. This dance is so difficult. This nun is simply trying to undermine the princess's prestige." A noble loyal to the Second Princess shouted, "Damn the Church! They're making things difficult for Her Highness again."

"Although this dance was created by us high elves, unfortunately no one here dances it anymore, especially the female steps." The always proud high elves joined in the conversation about humans at this moment.

"We have people here who dare to do the men's steps, but no one dares to do the women's steps, including some experts. The skills required for the women's steps are too high." The Vienna envoy also joined the conversation.

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As more and more people withdrew, more people joined in the discussion, and eventually all the envoys from various countries who were visiting at the moment gathered together, including the girl in the white hood.

"How many times did Queen Zoe go around in circles at the end?" she asked Ans softly.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone shut up and looked at Ans.

Ans raised his head upon hearing this, seemingly lost in recollection. After about half a minute, he spoke softly, "Eight turns is called a bud, ten turns is called a bud, eleven turns is called a bloom, twelve turns... is called a splendor, thirteen turns... thirteen turns..."

"Thirteen circles, the birthday of the flower goddess!" The hooded girl in white clothes added to Ans.

Ans nodded slightly.

"Did the queen turn thirteen times back then?" someone asked excitedly and surprised.

Ans looked at the excited and curious eyes of the people around him, and hesitated to speak.

"No, my mother only made twelve turns." A handsome, white-haired young man in purple walked up to the crowd and said, "My father was worried that my mother would get hurt, so he stopped her from making the final turn. After that, my mother never made it thirteen times again, and she couldn't even make twelve."

"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince." The local nobles and most of the envoys knelt down in greeting.

Apart from the Eastern Han envoys, the Frank envoys and the high elves who did not kneel, there was also Ans, whose legs and feet had long been inconvenient.

The fourth prince Nero waved his hand, signaling everyone to stand up.

"I didn't expect to see His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince here." Ans sat down with his crutches.

"Teacher Ans!" The fourth prince Nero bowed slightly to Ans.

Ans hummed softly and turned his head to continue looking at the stage in the center of the hall.

Nero gave a bitter smile and looked towards the stage. He also saw Helen in the white rose dress and his expression became dazed. "My mother also wore a white dress back then."

Everyone was startled.

How could it be so similar?

"A rerun of the game event, right?" The Egyptian envoy couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Click!

The third princess, Irina, who was sitting in the second-floor box, quietly opened the window and looked blankly at Helen below. "It seems... Mom?"

Palm 45: White roses blooming on the toes

Suddenly, the musicians on the stage sped up their movements, causing the music to suddenly change tune and the rhythm to become faster, as if time was flying by, waiting for that ephemeral moment.

Everyone present couldn't help but hold their breath, as the Flower Goddess' Birthday Dance was about to reach its final step.

It is said that when the goddess of flowers was born, the goddess of dance, Medina, invited the god of war, Russell, to be her dance partner and personally celebrated her birthday. When the god of dance turned thirteen circles under the palm of the god of war, the goddess of flowers was born from the flowers.

Therefore, the thirteenth circle is the birthday of the flower goddess. Unfortunately, many female dancers can only perform four or five circles under the guidance of male dancers. The more professional ones can only perform seven or eight circles. Ten or even eleven circles are dance geniuses.

Eudocia couldn't help but sweat on her forehead. "It's not too late for you to regret now, Her Excellency Helen."

She had completely put aside her contempt for Helen, especially since Helen's temperament and graceful dancing posture were becoming more and more like her mother's, which made her dazed because she saw her mother's shadow in her.

He was not afraid, nor did he admit defeat, but he just didn't dare.

She had finally steeled herself to get over the influence of her mother's departure, but now the memories came flooding back, and she could no longer hold on.

"Your Highness, wasn't it you who started this dance?" Helen tilted her head and smiled sweetly. "It's like a war. Once it starts, it can't just end just because you want it to."

Eudocia gritted her teeth and said, "Then let me see the difference between you and my mother!"

gap?

Sorry, my teacher is your mother Zoe.

Helen's mouth curled up slightly.

In the fifth expansion pack of the previous game, a player found a book written by Zoe about the Flower God's Birthday Dance, but because it did not improve strength, it was soon sold at a low price by the player.

And the final buyer was Helen!

Because his mother is a dance teacher, he has learned not only etiquette but also various dances since he was a child. With the help of near-future technology, Helen has already mastered how to spin easily.

This is not his interest, but after his mother died of illness, his father, who took on the responsibility of supporting the family alone, liked to watch him dance when he had some free time.

Because only in this way can broken families find comfort in the moment of dance.

"Your Highness Eudocia, we are all the same, missing our old friends." Helen said softly.

Eudocia was startled.

At this moment, the rhythm of the music suddenly accelerated and became clear and passionate, and the final part of the Flower Goddess' Birthday Dance arrived.

Eudocia subconsciously raised her left hand, and at the same time lifted Helen's right hand (she was holding Helen's right hand).

Helen slowly closed her eyes, held Eudocia's hand and began to spin. Eudocia hesitated for a moment, then helped to spin Helen under her palm.

With Eudocia's help, Helen started the first circle. The skirt of the white rose also rotated with its owner, like a blooming white rose, and the sound of the heels hitting the ground formed a series of allegro.

At this moment, all the light seemed to be focused on him. The beauty of this moment, whether it is described by the Oriental "Poppy" or Anna Karenina in Tolstoy's works, is not an exaggeration. There is a fleeting beauty, as if it will be broken in the next second.

As she spun, Helen's white rose skirt fluttered up, reflecting dazzling light and shadows, causing people around her to unconsciously make room for her.

The remaining dance troupes on the stage were bored and gave up the stage at this critical moment, leaving the scene to Helen and Eudocia.

Because now no one can compete with them!

One lap!

Two laps!

Three laps!

Four laps!

Everyone looked at the spinning Helen, and their hearts were not relieved, but continued to rise and hang.

"It's the eighth lap." Someone said this, and it sounded like thunder among the crowd.

Ans stood up with his crutches, looking nervous and scared.

Because after the eighth circle, the action requirements have changed. The man needs to let go of his hands and let the woman quickly circle around him. The action must be standard without any pause. Finally, she needs to return to the man's hands and circle around him, which counts as one circle.

Because the requirements are really strict, many people fail in the ninth lap.

Snapped!

Eudocia let go of her hand, and Helen, like a spinning wheel, stepped on the ground with her heels, making a clanging sound. She quickly circled around Eudocia and successfully returned to Eudocia's arms.

Eudocia was completely shocked. In fact, her level was only enough to complete eight laps, and the success rate of the ninth lap was particularly low.

"Your Highness, hold your hand!" Ans spread his hands and couldn't help but speak.

Eudocia came to her senses and took Helen's hand tiredly.

"Huh~ Your Highness, the tenth round has begun~" After Helen finished spinning in his arms for the ninth time, her cheeks flushed and her breath smelled like orchid.

Eudocia was feeling both anticipation and regret at this moment.

She was looking forward to Helen completing the dance, but she also regretted choosing such a genius like Helen, which put her in a difficult position.

Is this a nun? Why does she feel... a little sinister?

……

Osius returned to the palace, feeling a little tired, and slowly walked to his prime minister's office.

Ever since his good brother Constantine XI went to war, the entire burden of the country has fallen on him, which made him very tired and missed the old days.

At that time, he, Constantine and Zoe often sneaked out of the palace to play. When they came back at night, Teacher Hai in a white coat would leave desserts and snacks for them. I remember it was called chocolate, but unfortunately he never ate it again after Teacher Hai left.

Everything was beautiful in the past. The three of us played with each other and often got together to play after growing up.

But a series of events that happened later made it impossible for them to be together anymore. He became the prime minister, and wanted to work for the welfare of the common people but was exhausted; Constantine reached the pinnacle, but his ambitions could not be realized; Zoe pursued the extraordinary path, but stopped at the 5th level due to the amount of demonic energy in the world, and eventually died.

They all wanted to succeed, but they all fell in the face of success.

"Alas, now that you are all gone, I can only take care of the children, right?" Osius sighed and slowly walked to the stone platform on the right side of the office. A silver magic ring with carved patterns was suspended above it, making a buzzing sound from time to time.

This is the silver magic ring left by Zoe. It is a 5th-level extraordinary item. Unfortunately, it has been dormant for many years. He doesn't know the specific effect, only Zoe knows.

But his old brother Constantine was confident in leaving the things with him. He guessed that this was some kind of extraordinary prop for defense or life-saving.

"Hey, Zoe, do you know? Constantine asks me to take care of you kids every day, but your kids don't even understand as much as the teacher's kids... huh?" Just as Osius was talking to himself, the silver magic ring in front of him suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, which made him subconsciously cover his face with his hands.

The dazzling light quickly dissipated, and then the light gradually softened, no longer so dazzling, and became as warm as water.

Osius dropped his hand, his eyes widening as he held out his hand shakily, "Zoe?"

hum-

The silver magic ring burst out with rune halos, and then flew out like a catapult, rushing towards Osius!

"Prime Minister, be careful!"

Arthur, who had been secretly protecting Osius, appeared beside Osius in an instant and pulled him away, allowing him to successfully avoid danger.

The flying silver magic ring did not linger on Osius, but crashed directly into the wall and disappeared outside the office.

"The direction that thing was flying was... Alec Manor?!" Arthur helped Osius up, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

Chapter 46: I want to conquer you in my arms

"Don't chase them. Whoever mobilizes troops now will alert the other side. The church is probably on edge as well." Osius covered his head with one hand. "Rome is very vulnerable right now."

Arthur hesitated to speak.

"Tomorrow morning, please invite the Patriarch to this chat on my behalf." Osius walked slowly towards the chair.

Arthur helped the other man sit on the chair, "Me?"

"The two factions within the Church of Radiance are too divided. We can't be too provocative." Osius looked at the dilapidated hole. "Arthur, how long has it been since we in the Eastern Roman Empire produced a Saint?"

Arthur thought for a moment, then said uncertainly, "It seems like a hundred years?"

Osius was silent for a moment, then he slowly said: "Alas, Arthur, I have been having nightmares recently."

"Nightmare? The Prime Minister must be too tired." Arthur was a little worried.

"I dreamed of Western Rome... The knights died at the hands of a traitor, the saint died at the hands of a traitor, and a chaotic darkness wreaked havoc within the empire." Osius closed his eyes slightly. "We must not repeat the same mistakes."

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