Deanna Hagan picked up a clam dripping with egg white soup with a silver fork painted with gold paint, looked at it, and frowned.

"If I don't have a son, I'll gouge out that doctor's eye and stew it." The queen muttered to herself. Then she opened her mouth, carefully placed the clam on the tip of her tongue, closed it, and chewed it, feeling that the smooth and soft meat was not unpleasant, and then again, the soup rolled over the tip of her tongue, and tasted much more delicious than it looked, so she chewed thirteen times with confidence, and swallowed it.

"Guards!" The queen snapped her fingers happily, "Go and call the mercenary captain in, and besides, I'm running out of paint, go and collect some more for me." Then, she continued to munch on delicious mollusks, her long silver hair flicking the back of her head like the tentacles of an octopus.

"Your Majesty," said the visitor, kneeling on one knee at the queen's table, bowing his head respectfully, "the villain has brought you two gifts. He nodded behind him, and two mercenaries stood in the doorway carrying a sack, one of them untied the sack, and the face of a pale boy was revealed, and the other reached out and pulled out something in the sack, a bloody human head.

The queen glanced at it, and did not stop chewing, but stared at the people on the ground and said, "Got into trouble on the way?" ”

"Yes, yes." The people of the earth replied tremblingly, "There is a magician in the opposing camp who has caused us great losses. ”

"Hmph, Terrence is really willing to spend his blood to equip such a third-rate mercenary group with magicians." Deanna picked up the wine glass next to her, and was about to drink it, when she suddenly remembered something, "Why didn't Yesengren come to see me?" ”

The mercenary leader shuddered as if he had been electrocuted, and muttered, "He, along with several other magicians, have been killed. ”

"What!" The queen put down the silver cup and slammed it on the table, "Who did it?" ”

"The other party's magician." The people of the earth replied, seeing that the queen's face was not good, and hastened to add, "We have killed her." Other's mercenary regiment is no longer there, and he himself sacrifices his head to pay homage to the most beautiful queen. ”

The queen stood up and paced up to the two mercenaries carrying the sacks, looking at the gift she had just received. The boy shrank quietly in the sack, as if asleep, but the tip of the arrow from his chest announced his death. The bleeding human head was even more intriguing, and the dried blood flowed from the slightly open eyes, running down the gray cheeks to the drooping corners of the mouth, making the lifeless man look extremely sad.

Deanna remembered the man, his ice-blue gaze once glued to her frantically, and he wouldn't leave for a moment.

Hmph, fool who doesn't think you can do anything.

The chance encounter in the city-state of Ale was just a play, and he actually took it seriously.

However, he came to Terrence after coming to the Burning Realm, which was beyond his expectations, and if it weren't for another fool under his hands, we would never see each other again in our lives.

"Okay, you can go back and be with your family." Deanna smiled and waved her hand, "Leave the human head behind, his eyes are just right to provide a blue sky backdrop for my paintings." ”

The commander of the mercenary regiment hurriedly saluted and retired.

Deanna waited for him to turn and walk to the door, and suddenly said, "By the way, I borrowed your lovely little daughter," she returned to the table, and the waiter pulled out a chair for her and sat down, "You know that my paintings are always short of paint. ”

The man at the door shook violently, turned around and said, "She is only eleven years old, please have mercy!" ”

"Why are you so nervous?" The queen looked at him unpleasantly, and then said eagerly, "You know that she has long purple hair, which is used for the silk thread of my native wine." ”

The mercenary leader breathed a sigh of relief, apparently having just experienced a life-and-death jump.

"But I don't have enough canvas," said the queen, who seemed to enjoy the pleasure of torment, poking her head with her pointed fingers, and said in a slow and delicate manner, "the skin of the little ones is the smoothest, and you see, they are full of treasures, eyes, hair, skin, and even nails. She winked at the mercenary leader, "In what order do you think I should use her?" ”

"I promise!" The tortured man fell to his knees and burst into tears, "Your Majesty, I promise not to say a word!" Please spare my daughter! ”

"Only the dead keep secrets." The queen admired her nails.

"Then use my eyes and my hair!"

Deanna nodded with satisfaction, "All I need is your eyes and tongue, and your daughter's hair is still mine." She playfully clapped her hands, "Now that you can go, remember to have a few more beautiful daughters." ”

The mercenary leader suddenly felt that the queen's words were very reasonable, and he should indeed focus all his attention on reproduction. He stood up slowly, no longer hesitated, no longer sad, no longer cared about grievances and vendettas, gouging out his eyes and cutting his tongue were trivial matters, he set a life goal for himself, and he only wanted to raise children.

The man went to the execution calmly, unaware that he had fallen under the queen's magic, while Deanna was eating and snickering behind him: this fool really thought that I would spare his daughter.

The queen snapped her fingers, and the attention of all the attendants and guards around her was focused on the easel behind her—a vast polychrome cotton painting depicting rolling mountains, meandering rivers, and towering castles. The painter's skills are not necessarily deep, but the materials are peculiar, making up for the lack of details, those flowing water waves, candles in the castle, dark statues, golden wheat waves, all seem to be alive, like a girl's eyes are radiant!

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