After hearing this, Chino smiled helplessly: "What others say about me, how they look at me, I really can't control this." Suffice it to say that if you have the chance to go to Twilight, ask any of the civilians, and they will tell you that the Chino administrator is hardworking, conscientious, and a very elegant and easy-going man. ”

"However, I've heard that a lot of people are afraid of you." Solandale sat up straight and asked tentatively, "Do you have a silver moon on you?" ”

"Yes." Chino took out a silver moon.

Solandale looked at Silvermoon and muttered, "Yes, yes, that's it." A lot of people are afraid of you because of this. It is said that if someone commits a crime, you will ask him to guess the heads and tails of the silver moon, and if he guesses correctly, he will be released, and if he guesses wrong, he will be executed. ”

Chino: "That's right. ”

Solandale: "Can I ask why?" ”

Chino twirled the silver moon back and forth around his fingers, and said slowly, "The reason is very simple. For me, there are principles that cannot be violated, and when they are violated, they are a capital offense. But I'm not the kind of unreasonable lunatic who, like... A person makes a mistake in front of you, but sincerely apologizes and asks for forgiveness. For this kind of polite people, I can't just take their lives, I have to give them a chance. ”

Chino held the silver moon and showed it in front of Solandelle: "This opportunity must be absolutely fair. Everything in the world deceives, but there is only one thing that doesn't, and that's mathematics. The king on the front, the laurel on the back, the probability difference is negligible, half and half, absolutely fair. ”

Solandale nodded thoughtfully, and after a moment of silence, she asked expectantly, "Can I play this game once?" ”

Chino withdrew the silver moon and shook his head very simply: "No." It's not a game. If you're wrong, I'll have to kill you. ”

"Please~ Don't be so serious, just let me play once!" The little girl clings to Chino and launches a coquettish offensive.

Chino was unmoved: "I really can't, it's a matter of principle." ”

Solandale rolled her eyes and smiled mischievously: "If you let me play once, I will give you an apple tree in the garden, and when the time comes, you can transport it back to Twilight City and plant it, and you can eat this sweet apple until you can~"

"Ding." The Silver Moon spins in the air.

Chino caught it and put it on the back of his hand: "King or Laurel?" ”

Solandelle pursed her lips and smiled sweetly, staring at the back of Chino's palm, tilting her head to the left and right, very hesitant.

She scratched her little head and muttered, "On the obverse of the moon coin is my ancestor, the "Ancient King" Doguland I. My father said that he was a great king, so I had to believe him! I choose the king! ”

Chino lifted his hand.

On the back of the palm, the laurel exudes the fragrance of death.

Solandale tapped her head: "Ah, I'm dead." ”

Chino reached out to grab her throat, and his amber eyes filled with a smile: "So, farewell." ”

Solandel cooperated and grabbed Chino's wrist, shook his head, stuck out his tongue and skimmed, pretending to be strangled to death.

Chino was amused, and at this time, he suddenly felt something, and subconsciously held Solandelle's small hand: "Why are your hands so cold?" ”

Solandale smirked and said, "The water is cold, I'm cold everywhere now." ”

"I'm sorry, I was negligent." Chino got up and brought the hot water that the maid Maggie had just fought.

As he reached the bedside, Chino hesitated for a moment as he watched Solandelle's feet soaked in a bath of petal water.

The fair-skinned feet are as soft as boneless, like ice cream that has not yet melted, and when it passes through the water soaked in the petals, the water droplets slide softly over the toes, and are occasionally blocked by slightly raised green tendons, like smooth pearls against the delicate skin.

After hesitating, Chino finally took off his gloves, reached into the cold water, took Solandelle's slender white ankles, gently supported the soles of his feet, and dipped them into the hot water basin next to him.

He reached into the water with one hand and massaged the acupuncture points on the soles of her feet, rubbing them along the green tendons to promote blood circulation. With the other hand, she gently splashed water on her ankle so that she could warm up faster.

Solandelle looked at Chino, who was leaning over, and whispered, "I've heard some bad rumors about you before, they say you're a cold-blooded bad guy. But I don't think you're bad at all. ”

Chino's movements did not stop, nor did he look up: "You know, a long time ago, when a person knew me, I would say a word to him. ”

"What?"

"It's your misfortune to meet me."

It was quiet, with wind chimes gently ringing with the sound of water flowing.

Solandelle's eyes were clear and determined, she reached out and touched Chino's head, and said obediently, "I promise you, I will never regard meeting you as unfortunate." ”

Chino was speechless and gently washed her feet.

When it comes to the age-old topic of good and bad, Solandale suddenly thinks for a moment: "I used to hear people say that whoever is good is the good guy and who is the bad guy. But after reading a lot of books, I feel that human nature is actually very complex, and it is difficult to define good and bad. ”

Chino: "There's a lot of talk on this topic, and everyone has a set of standards in their minds. Personally, the way to define good or bad is to look at what a person has done in their life, whether they are respectable or intimidating. ”

Solandale thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "If a person only does respectable things all his life, he is..."

Chino answered: "Good guy." ”

"So, if a man does only terrible things all his life, who is he?"

"Bad guys."

"What if what he did in this life was neither respected nor feared?"

"Mortal."

"So," Solandale asked after a pause, his eyes wide, "if a man does everything that is both respectful and fearful, or rather, awe-inspiring, who is he?" ”

Chino smiled softly, and his tone was as deep as the sea: "If you find the answer, please let me know." ”

Solandale looked down and thought, "Hmm... I seem to know a being that is awe-inspiring to everyone. ”

Chino: "Who?" ”

"Creator of words, conqueror of ancient dragons, the first spark of civilization, light of the abyss, chief of the gods—" Solandale said three words in a heavy voice, "Sun King!" ”

Chino's eyes deepened and deepened: "In your opinion, why is the Sun King awe-inspiring?" ”

Solandale muttered, "I want to think... I think the main thing is that a person, whether they are respected or feared, is only the difference between good and bad in the eyes of outsiders, and there is no sense of estrangement - in other words, this person is still a 'human' in the eyes of the world, a kind of mortal. ”

But once this person has done something that no mortal can achieve, and at the same time he is respected, but his high achievements are terrifying, and this person is no longer of his own kind in the eyes of the world, but some kind of higher existence. If you had to sum it up in one sentence—"

On the 30th day of the return snow in the year 512 of the Huoyao calendar, the little girl who lived in the royal city said five words that changed the history of later generations: "Respect him as a god!" ”

Blood without temperature was boiling at this time, and the sunlight spilling in from the window was constantly refracted in Chino's eyes, like a rippling mirror.

From this moment on, the original trajectory of the era was truncated and distorted to a completely unknown direction.

After a long silence, Chino reached out and took Solandelle's toe and raised it to his lips, leaving a kiss on the back of his foot: "Thank you." ”

Solandale blinked: "Thanks for what?" ”

Chino's amber eyes were filled with fanaticism, like an unstoppable fire, burning in the mortal world: "Told me the answer." ”