The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

Unlike others, the hug between Ye Ting and Marisia was just a flicker of water, loosening at the first touch.

Then, he saw the blond girl walking forward and looking at him with a smile, as if she was also looking forward to a hug.

But I don't know you at all.

"Hello, beautiful girl, do I have the honor to know your name?" Ye Ting asked politely because he was unclear about the girl's identity and personality.

Then he saw that the girl's face suddenly changed, becoming ugly and aggrieved.

"Lord Sander, you... you don't even know me," the girl burst into tears, making Ye Ting a little panicked. Obviously... we have met many times before. "

"Have we... met?" Ye Ting thought carefully for a while, then shook his head, "I'm sorry, please forgive me for asking, it has been too long since I left, if we have really met If we meet, you should be just a little girl at that time, right?"

"Well, you're right, I was too rude." The girl's face looked much better after hearing this.

"Maybe you can give me a hint."

Ye Ting's suggestion made the girl's eyes light up: "Well, let me think about it... I remember that every time we met, it was in the palace of Lordaeron. Father Terenas... His Majesty At the banquet held.”

Ye Ting noticed that when the palace of Lordaeron and Terenas were mentioned, a hint of Yuan Shang flashed in the girl's eyes.

With such an obvious hint, combined with the girl's age, appearance and elegant posture, Ye Ting immediately guessed her identity.

"If my guess is correct, you must be Her Royal Highness Princess Calia Minai Hill."

"I didn't expect Mr. Sander to still remember me. It's great." When her name was told, the girl looked very happy, and her eyes looking at Ye Ting became even more intense, reminding him of the little girl she was back then.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, and the original little princess has become a graceful girl, but her innocent eyes, full of longing and fantasy, have not changed at all.

"Long time no see, Your Highness Princess." Originally, Ye Ting wanted to give her a formal magician salute according to etiquette, but who could have expected that Jia Liya would directly fall on him, just like another princess a few minutes ago. Do that.

Feeling the strange girl's soft body, Ye Ting felt a little unnatural.

It was obvious that the two of them had only met each other a few times back then, so why did they become like this when they met each other now.

Especially now that they are not alone, there are many other people present.

Sister Alleria, Janis who he didn't know, Ilucia who admired the teacher the most, Garona who was a loyal follower, Marisia who knew his background, and just returned with tea and were watching with gloating. His dragon maid Onyxia, who is afraid of chaos in the world.

How could he explain being hugged like this by a princess he had only met a few times in front of so many people? Especially, the last time they met, the princess was still a little lolita bought by Futian. .

If you think about it this way, it would be even more difficult to explain.

Not wanting to be thought of as a pervert, Ye Ting wanted to push the girl away in his arms, but the wet water stains on his shoulders and the girl's cries stopped him.

"You...you are finally back..." While crying, the girl whispered in Ye Ting's ear...the royal capital fell and the country was destroyed... .They all say that the younger brother killed his father... Deadman is everywhere, undead are everywhere... No one can help me... No one can help Lordaeron... …what do I do?"

While sobbing, the girl confided her experiences and experiences in Ye Ting's arms. Her petite body trembled with the cries. Although such shaking was accompanied by ambiguous friction, Ye Ting's heart was unexpectedly calm now. He just listened to the girl's complaint with pity and gently stroked her back to comfort her.

Although the girl's narration seemed intermittent due to crying, and even some prefaces and follow-up words were inconsistent, Shin Ye Jian could still hear her sadness and helplessness from it.

Calia Minai Hill, the only princess of the Minai Hill royal family, is different from Alsace who is destined to inherit the throne. Calia has never had so many responsibilities on her shoulders, so she has been a pure princess since she was a child. Taught. In this way, she understood the reality and responsibilities earlier than Alsace. Calia was almost a typical innocent princess in fairy tales. Her only willfulness was to join the Holy Light Church and become a priest in order to escape political marriage.

Originally, she would have lived a happy life under the protection of her father and brother.

Unfortunately, when she was twenty-six years old, something unexpected happened.

Fifteen years after the plan failed, and after learning from the previous lesson, the Burning Legion's conspiracy once again descended on Azeroth, and on Lordaeron, the strongest country in mankind at the time.

The beautiful fairy tale is torn apart by the cruel reality [the princess in the fairy tale has to face the cruel family destruction, life and death.

Such a blow caused the princess's world view to almost collapse, and she even lost the power of the Holy Light.

Fortunately, because of Ye Ting, Caliya Aiwu and Wuxia and Ye Ting's two students, Jaina and Ilucia established a close friendship. After learning about the changes in Lordaeron, how could Ilucia It is easy to ask Onyxia to go to the royal city of Lordaeron, which fell to the undead (this is also because Onyxia originally had a plan). Fortunately, Onyxia found the surviving princess in a muddy ditch and brought her back to Keldaron for protection.

Asking for flowers…………

But that's all Ilucia can do. Even the Barov family can only protect itself when facing the Scourge, and can't do anything to help the lost princess. The sensible princess did not make further requests and could only keep her sadness in her heart.

Until Ye Ting, the idol of the princess in her twenties, appeared in front of her, Jialiya, who had been suppressed for too long, finally collapsed. She burst into tears in Ye Ting's arms and poured out all her sadness and helplessness. come out.

In this way, Ye Ting comforted the princess in his arms and listened to her story.

At some point, everyone else had left the room, and there were only two people left in the huge living room, along with Onyxia's tea that was still smoking on the coffee table.

As Calia finished pouring out everything in her heart, there was a long silence between the two of them, until Calia realized that her current posture was really indecent and unworthy of her status as a princess.

"...It's really rude. I told Mr. Sander so many of my complaints without permission. I'm really sorry if it caused any trouble to you."

"No."

Ye Ting shook his head.

"It's nothing that bothers me. Rather, I'm glad that Calia can say this to me. This is also a sign of trusting me, isn't it?"

.....That's right." Unexpectedly, Ye Ting would say this. Caliya explained a little shyly: "Because Mr. Sander is my idol. I have admired Mr. Sander since I was a child. I can do it, and I am someone I can rely on, so as soon as I saw Mr. Sander, I..."

At this point, the princess couldn't continue, her cheeks stained with tears turned red.

Ye Ting smiled: "Thank you for trusting me so much. In fact, you can trust me a little more. Also, don't call me adults. If you are the princess, just call me by my name, or call me brother."

"Then Brother Sander...Brother Sander can just call me Caliya." The princess also showed a smile, with expectant eyes: "Brother Sander said that I can trust your will more."

...

"It's what you think." Ye Ting nodded seriously, "About rebuilding Lordaeron..."

I can’t find the picture. The human Calia is a standard human female model in the game, but the undead Calia is an independent model, but neither of them has the feeling of a girl. After all, Calia was in her thirties or forties at that time, and she was just a model. An ordinary person is no better than a magician or an elf. .