The thought of killing can only be a thought,

Dagis lifted the blanket that covered him and got up to straighten his clothes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I still sat on the side and watched him get up. I bowed my head silently, and after comparing the difference in strength between me and Daggis, I stopped talking.

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

I don't even know why I had the idea of killing Daggis in the first place. Isn't that just hitting a stone with an egg? After thinking about it, it was probably because of that farce that completely struck me down, and in the end, caused my reason to be defeated by shame, which led me to such an immeasurable thought.

"You are ready to prepare, and then a priest will take you to meet the people. Dagis faced me, bent down, reached out and lifted my chin, and took a closer look at my face.

I was stared at awkwardly, my eyes wandering everywhere, I just didn't want to look into Daggis's eyes. I avoided making eye contact with him, and I always felt that he was able to see my heart through my eyes.

"Why don't you look me in the eye? But even if you don't look into my eye, it's nothing. With a smile on the corner of his mouth, with a hint of reminiscence, Dagis said lightly, "Remember, when I was two hundred and fifty years old, there was also such a group of people, who were black-haired and brown-eyed. It's just that they don't have scales like you. I remember they had a strange pronunciation, probably referring to one of their gods or a faith. ”

Dargis retracted the hand that was on my chin, his hands crossed over his chest, frowning slightly, as if thinking about something. Finally, he spat out a pronunciation like this: "huangdi." ”

"Oh. I looked up at him and nodded in response. And, for some reason, my eyes kept on his neck. Daggis's whole person is really white, and the skin on his neck is white and almost transparent, with fine and soft hairs on it, as if he reached out to touch it.

I was seduced by Darges's beauty, just his bare neck.

My mind went blank, and all I had left was the beauty in front of me. The mouth unconsciously repeated the words of Daggis: "Emperor. ”

"Yes, yes, that's the pronunciation. Dagis nodded, his frown eased, looked at me, and for the first time admired me, "The messenger of God, the bride of the Nile, sure enough, has a different kind of wisdom. After he finished praising him, his face changed completely, as if he did not believe that he had said such a thing. Finally, he patted me on the head and left.

Unfortunately, at that time, I was so obsessed with Dargis's eyebrow beauty that I ignored what he said and missed out on a lot of useful information. Otherwise, I will take a lot of detours in the future. It's a pity that I didn't listen carefully to Dargeis.

After he had departed, the priests came in drove, and I was dragged out of bed by them, and I was brought out with gold ornaments, spices and paints, and intricate patterns.

This kind of situation played out every day for the next three days.

Regarding the last time I was carried out naked by Daggis, I had no choice but to accept my fate and no longer resist going out. After all, this place is not the one I am familiar with, I don't have the strength to resist at all, the only thing I have is my own mind. I had to control myself and try not to be assimilated by this place.

My current life consists of going barefoot to Dagis early in the morning and listening to him teach me the priestly words with a parchment scroll. If I'm a good learner, or if I don't have a whole moth, he'll teach me some everyday phrases and stuff. I had fewer and fewer opportunities to follow the priests in gesticulating, except for the foul language that I couldn't speak in the temple.

In the afternoon, I went back to meet many people who had come to see me, and they would kneel before me and kiss my feet very reverently. Every time they kissed, I resisted in my heart, but the priest on the side said that I could not refuse.

In the hearts of the people, kissing the feet of the messengers of God, if they were rejected, proved that they had been forsaken by the gods. When they return to their hometowns, they will be disliked in all sorts of ways. Their daughters won't get married, and their sons won't marry good girls again.

Then, every time I finished meeting the people, I would go back and wash my feet, after all, every time they kissed, my feet smelled of everything. After this, Dagis issued a decree that the messenger of God was noble and should not be touched casually, which would reduce the cleanliness of the messenger.

Moreover, there was no other reason for Daggis to issue this decree, and that was that the untouchables were not allowed to touch the noble priests.

He has always had a contempt for everything, and those who believe in him are, in his heart, filthy pariahs. If he could, he would never have met with these people who believed in them.

Therefore, there is always a faint contempt on his face and a contempt in his tone. He despised the country and despised all the people. I've also heard what he says about Fair and Adenor.

In his eyes and in his mouth, they are two children who have not grown well in the mother's womb. He knew something about the throne, but he was always in the mood to watch the excitement.

I swear that if Fell and Adeno could be executed, he would be the first to step forward with a knife.

I really can't figure out that under Darges's cold appearance, such a thought is hidden. As I don't know, why he wants me to be his heir.

When I got up in the morning, the priest said to me while helping me decorate, "Lord Christiana, the high priest said that when you wake up, you will go to him." ”

"Hmm. I replied, and sat down on a stool, and the priest lifted my feet and wrapped them in fine linen. From the day I returned, Dagis had me wrap my feet in fine linen every day.

I looked down at the priest who had wrapped me in linen at my feet, and said nothing. As soon as both of my feet were wrapped, I stood up and stretched out my arms for the priest to draw patterns on my arms.

It was at this time that the door was opened, and Dargis entered, dressed in a simple white robe, standing in front of me, condescendingly.

The high priest followed the king and said, waiting for the Holy Envoy's injuries to heal, and then he took the Holy Envoy to continue cultivating. In order to ensure the safety of the Holy Envoy, this time, the High Priest intends to personally take the Holy Envoy there. "At this time, the priest has already finished the last stroke.

"But I told the king, and after a while you will go again, and you can now go to the king who you have in mind. Dargis smiled at the corner of his mouth, and there was undisguised contempt in his eyes, "Sure enough, the messenger of God is such a slut." ”