The Shepherdapos;s C

A young woman, about twenty years old, dressed in a blue and white uniform, stood nervously and helplessly at the gate of a manor, clutching her wide-brimmed hat.,A grave, aged voice sounded from beyond the iron gates. It was a special intonation drawn out with length, the peculiar accent unique to the people of the capital city—elvish.,The next moment, his voice lowered slightly, but it was still clear as it rang in Hayna's ear: "Although Avalon doesn't have the so-called 'nobility' of other countries, the descendants of the founders are equally noble. Without the sacrifice of those twenty founders, everyone would die - even the queen must respect the descendants of the founders."。