Tupol-Young wanted to wake up his sister and see her sleeping soundly, but he couldn't bear it, and he didn't dare to face the sentimentality of parting. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info hesitated for a while, he stood up fiercely, and walked out of the door with his sister in his arms. ”

A bolt of light descended from the sky, enveloping Sitre-Madona and levitating in the air. ”

Yang said anxiously, 'Wait, Mother Goddess!' The rising momentum of the light stopped, and he reluctantly touched his sister's tender little face, put the golden talisman in his hand around her neck, and whispered, 'Father, if you can hear it in the Kingdom of God, please bless her with all safety.' God, if you can see it, let all my sister's sufferings turn to me. I'll make her miserable with everything I have in my life!"

The goddess of life sighed secretly, 'Idiot!' but Hendrot Fraowe and the others snorted coldly, as if they had heard some very funny joke. Drop-Fregunn said in disgust: 'What's the use of saying this, isn't it my mother's pain in exchange for his own glory and riches?'"

In the royal capital of Iron Crown City, in the noble residential area next to the court of God, there were more than a dozen noble ladies sitting in the living room of a gorgeous stone building, all of whom were shaking small fans and listening attentively to the recitation of Countess Bemethea.

Reading this, the countess glanced up and saw that the ladies were all flushed with tears in their eyes. Either cover your mouth with a fan, or pinch the fan and tremble slightly. She pursed her lips in satisfaction, more unbearable than the first time she saw it.

"For the sake of his sister, Yang even gave her the opportunity to be the voter of the goddess of life, even if she did something bad later, it was enough to compensate!"

"yes, I really don't understand why his sister and his nephew hate Yang so much!"

"A person like Yang can't be compared to a saint, if I were his sister, I would be willing to do anything, and I wouldn't even be willing to scold. ”

"Silk-Madona is an ungrateful bitch!"

The ladies condemned in unison, and the countess waved her hand and said, "If you are replaced by Sitre-Madona, you may hate Yang more than her, you know what it means...... Ascend to Mai En and fight against Mai Eng?"

A certain lady asked, "Earl, did you see the second book, and what happened next, and made them hate Yang so much?"

"I haven't finished reading it yet", the countess covered half of her face with a fan: "I know that Yang was wronged, and I am curious why he was wronged." I want to read it quickly, but I feel that even if there are 20 volumes, every time I finish reading one volume, the story is one step closer to the end, which is really uncomfortable. ”

"Earl hurry up and read it, after reading it, we can copy it!"

"We have long been tired of reading the stories of princes and princesses, knights and mistresses, and compared to this book, it is simply a fairy tale for children!"

"Why didn't the Count let that ...... Viscount Prell will give the manuscript to Mordwin, and let the church of the goddess of literature and art print it for everyone to see?"

The ladies said eagerly, and the countess smiled reservedly: "Mordwin said that he had talked to Viscount Prell about the printing of the book, and he shouldn't be able to wait too long, but if he wants to read it, it won't be free." ”

The Marquise shook her fan and said, "To have such a story, a few hundred gold bushels is nothing, and it should be regarded as a donation to the Crimson Lady." ”

"Lady Crimson must be the god of emotions!"

The Duke's daughter said excitedly: "I mean not only love, but also family and friendship! Lady Crimson pays attention to all emotions! Warm, sweet, painful, sour, joyful...... His Majesty examines the human heart, so that we can taste the true meaning of life in even the slightest feeling!"

The countess praised, "It's good, I don't even know it as well as you." Sister Ariel, I suspect you're the saint of Lady Crimson. ”

Then she said a little seriously: "Lady Crimson has just arrived, and we still don't know the real background and detailed teachings, and the Divine Court is still observing, so we can't jump to conclusions. ”

"I don't believe that the evil gods preach such ...... delicate and poignant story", the Marquise shrugged disappreciatively: "I hope the divine court will not squeeze them too hard." ”

"Of course", the countess thought of something, sighed slightly, and raised her eyebrows again, "Don't worry, the situation in the kingdom is different now than before, and the divine court is presided over by Bishop Horn and Princess Theresia, and it is being reinvigorated." ”

"Those things have nothing to do with us......

The duke's daughter pursed her lips and said expectantly: "Earl, can you continue reading?"

The countess's elegant recitation resounded in the drawing-room, and the ladies listened intently.

..................

In the center of the Iron Crown City, like the depths of a huge fortress made of steel, on the throne of the circular royal hall, a burly middle-aged man wearing a crown waved his subordinates, stroked his chin, and fell into deep thought.

The thin middle-aged man entered the royal hall, and his steps were as light as a cat.

He came to the throne, knelt down on one knee, pressed his chest and saluted: "Your Majesty, the situation in the north has been stabilized by the Divine Court, I didn't find a chance, please punish Your Majesty!"

"McGore, you're back, don't blame yourself. ”

The king raised his hand and motioned for his second attendant to get up, and said disapprerovingly: "I sent you over to see the reaction of the divine court, and I don't expect those mud legs to do anything." ”

"Your Majesty is wise", McGore sighed, "The Church of the God of Crucifixion and the wandering paladins contacted by the mud legs didn't have time to arrive, and the paladins of the Divine Court moved too fast. ”

"My holy, beautiful, and compassionate eldest daughter must have played a big role, right?"

The twenty-seventh king of the Kingdom of Hadrang, Tragdi Hadron laughed self-deprecatingly: "Only she can perceive the meaning of a small upheaval in the north, and only she can make the Divine Court so proactive in helping to quell the ......."

He looked up at the high dome, on which were painted the heroic deeds of the kings of the kingdom, and said faintly: "If it were not for such a time, it would be fitting that she should inherit my throne." ”

"Your Majesty is still very young, how could he think of such a thing?"

McGore said, "Moreover, the millions of people in the kingdom who are struggling in suffering are still waiting for your majesty to save them." ”

"Save?"

The king sneered, "Then who will come to my rescue? The path I am going to take is full of thorns, and I myself may be just a pebble that the lady used to tempt." ”

Forced to look at the king, McGore bowed his head in fear, and his tone was weak: "Your Majesty, this world, even if it is a god, must succumb to fate. We can only try not to sink ourselves in the rapids, and at the same time gain the strength to do what we want to do. ”

"McGore, that's what I like about you, you are idealistic and calm," the king praised, "and comforting." ”

McGore said humbly and frankly: "Your Majesty has won the award, and my fate is in the hands of Your Majesty, and of course I will do my best to satisfy Your Majesty." ”

The king pointed at McGowell, smiled, and then remembered something: "But there is a little thing that I am not very satisfied with before, the Prell family in the south ......"

"Rich-Prell has been favored by a deity named the Crimson Lady in Okami, who has built a shrine in his realm, and the deity has shown miracles, and I am observing him and this deity. ”

McGore replied, "Judging from the current situation, Lady Crimson is supposed to be a good god who cares about mortal emotions, and her divine power has a spiritual character, and the true power of the church is not clear. If too much pressure is put on Prell, there is a high chance that he and the church will throw themselves into the Divine See, which will add too many variables to things in the South. ”

The king pondered for a moment, then nodded, and said, "Your concerns are right, the divine court is still keeping an eye on Catherine, letting them detect the movement in the south, and if they are connected, they may understand something." ”

He smiled bitterly: "Theresia is very smart, what an irony, when I was a child, I raised her as a future queen, but I didn't think of this situation at that time." ”

McGore pretended not to hear the king's complaints, and continued to report: "So I only tested Prell a little, and did not press him any more, so that he thought that he still had a choice. ”

"Although there is no way to directly control that place, it has some influence on the layout of the south. But with a little tweaking of the arrangement, you should be able to minimize the impact. ”

The king was a little unwilling: "We knew about the changes in the south in advance, which is already a great advantage. It's best to be able to directly control that territory, and if you can't, there are many ways to deal with it, but my focus is not here. ”

He looked down at McGore with a little oppression: "Catherine has never asked me for anything since she was a child, and this is the only thing she wants." Can't you find a way to help a father and make amends for his guilt-ridden daughter?"

Even though McGore was witty, a layer of fine sweat broke out on his forehead at this time, and he reluctantly smiled: "Richie Prell has the same impression of the princess as everyone else, if I emphasize this too much, I am afraid that it will ......"

"Humph!"

The king was dissatisfied: "Then let that boy perish with his realm! Catherine may be sad, but it is not bad, she will be sharper!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, he will only be happy for a few more months," McGore echoed in a cold sweat.

Out of the King's Hall, McGore wiped his sweat and breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could get out of the passage, the sound of heavy footsteps froze him.

A samurai wearing a full-face helmet and cloak approached him. The pitch-black cloak kept shining with a scarlet lining as he walked, and it was extremely dazzling against the pitch-black iron armor.

The passage was open with windows, and the samurai marched between light and dark. The light seemed to be darkness itself, obscuring McGowell's vision, and in the darkness, the scarlet leaping pierced the haze again, like an abyssal devil grinning.

The sweat on McGore's body seemed to freeze instantly, and he didn't know how he managed to hide to the side. It wasn't until the samurai completely ignored his presence and swept past him towards the royal hall that he realized that he hadn't saluted!

"Princess ......"

He looked at the other party's back and muttered weakly, "Your Highness......"