Lavinia wiped the blood from her mouth with a handkerchief.

"Indeed, you are a family member of the night."

"How the hell did you come to this conclusion?" Lin Youde asked curiously.

"Only the undead have such a body, aren't the undead the family of the night?"

Lin Youde couldn't help but sigh: "It's a pity, I'm a living human being, but I just have a special physique. Since there can be a human with a special constitution like Zài Shenji in the world, it is not a strange thing to have a human like me, right? ”

"Well, there's really nothing wrong with that." Lavinia thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, "However, why have you been trying to block the news about your physique, everything I have heard is from unofficial sources, if this information is made public, with your prestige now, those who worship you will definitely worship you even more, which will undoubtedly strengthen your position." While this may be somewhat contrary to your panhumanist teachings, the fact is that people are more or less subconsciously expecting a transcendent being to rule over themselves. ”

In this time and space, things are indeed as Lavinia said, and Lin Youde has not considered doing so, but later, after carefully examining the situation among the people, Lin Youde found that it is better not to admit it publicly.

After Lin Youde told Sù Lavinia about this consideration, the latter shook his head: "There will be people who look at rumors with common sense like me, and then remain skeptical. ”

"So, now that you've confirmed my special physique, will you become adoring me?"

"Obviously not." Lavinia shook her head.

"That's right, for people like you who are calm, believe in logic and common sense, it doesn't make much difference whether I have a special constitution or not, and I still have to use stakes to convince you when I cooperate with you. So I don't have to tell you the truth, unless there's a stake involved. Lin Youde paused, "Miss Lavinia, don't you think your physique is very commensurate with mine?" ”

"I'm so sorry," Lavinia shook her head, "I said that I wouldn't kill people because of my appetite, and I wouldn't compromise with people because of my appetite." You've taken the wrong bait, Mr. Lin. ”

"So, if I sue you, I and the child of the god will definitely be the god queen?"

"I thought about this when I heard the rumors. As a modern power, Germany's output of the goddess has been very stable in the past two hundred years, although there has been a gap of more than 40 years, but after all, there has been no interruption of the goddess. Even if you can get the goddess to conceive, if you look at it from a statistical point of view, the number of goddesses born in the ten years of your rule in Germany is not more than the ten years in history that have the most goddesses, and if you add Austria, which has also had many goddesses born in the last few hundred years, in fact, the number of goddesses born in Germany in your decade is completely at the normal level. ”

Lavinia looked at Lin Youde, whether it was her gaze or her calm and well-organized words, they were all like the second middle school girl before.

"You were able to give birth to the Divine Queen, but you did not increase the total production capacity of the Divine Queen. At least for now. ”

Lin Youde pouted, there were also Americans' evaluations of Lin Youde's stallion characteristics in the text stolen from the United States by Odin's Eye before, which was almost exactly the same as Lavinia's opinion, of course, the Americans' report was based on a large number of analysis, and Lavinia's judgment was obviously much more personal.

"You're right," Lin Youde finally responded, "Actually, I personally think this opinion is quite reasonable, because before the war, my wives and I basically didn't deliberately protect ourselves when we had sex, but in fact they only gave birth to two children, and even when we deliberately chose to roll the sheets when it was easy to win the bid, we didn't get anything for months." ”

"Doesn't that confirm my thoughts from the side? It's not like you're going to let a god give birth to a god, on the contrary, your offspring can only be a god, so you won't have a child until a god is born in this land. So, your abilities only increase your rule, after all, you are a de facto blood relative to the next generation of gods, and kinship will greatly increase their loyalty to you. ”

Lin Youde nodded, and then said to Lavinia: "I think we should not continue to discuss this issue, anyway, you have already rejected my proposal, haven't you?" We will continue to negotiate as a partner. ”

"That's true, but we have gotten to know each other a lot, so I'm sure the next negotiations will be very pleasant." Lavinia said and smiled at Lin Youde.

**

While Lin Youde and Lavinia were planning the future of the Balkans, war was raging on the Italian peninsula.

Angelita had been in the air for a month, and when she landed, she was found by the head craftsman in charge of repairing Angelita's magic armor.

"Miss Angelita, the fall of Lombardy and Venice has caused us to have a serious problem with the supply of magic parts, and now we have basically run out of magic parts in stock. I'm afraid we won't be able to keep your magic armor in tip-top condition. ”

"Then you'll have to die." Angelita glanced at the magicians, "This is a holy war against the infidels, and those who can't contribute to the holy war have only one way to die, isn't it a matter of course?" ”

Angelita's words made the magicians look at each other.

Then the head craftsman silently bowed to Angelita and said, "I'm very sorry, we'll try to figure it out." ”

"Very well, the Lord will remember your deeds."

After saying that, Angelita strode out of the preparation field, usually when Angelita was in front of the "believers", she usually used her flying ability to move like a show, but now because she has to face the pincers of two French gods every day, her mental power has been consumed very strictly, so she walks more and more in front of everyone.

The magic guide craftsmen who were left behind looked at each other, and finally everyone's eyes fell on the master craftsman.

The craftsman took out his large ceramic pipe and slowly filled it with tobacco, his expression terrifyingly solemn.

While the chief craftsman was silent, a craftsman who didn't know what to think took out a mandolin from his toolbox, sat down on the empty material box, and began to play a melancholy melody.

At the end of the song, the craftsman let out a long sigh.

"Today we will serve Miss Angelita one last time, and tomorrow when Miss Angelita takes off, we will run away. This battle can no longer be fought. ”