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Rilocaman bowed, and his posture was more standard than that of the aristocratic young master who invited the ladies to dance with him at the dinner.

"you," Karelia gave him a wide roll of the eyes, "and the oldest deity, not at all right." ”

That being said, under her lover's gag, Karelia's worries about the future have also diminished a lot, and she is no longer as nervous as she was just now.

"That's how Naleno believes you? I remember rumored to be that he wasn't that good at talking. ”

Even if she has never left this tower, in the tens of thousands of years of narration of Rilo Kaman, Karelia has no worse understanding of the outside world than others.

The lady was a little curious, Nereno was not an easily deceived lord, his suspicion was as widespread in the astral realm as his short-sighted gaze, and Karelia was very curious, how the hell did Rilocaman make the suspicious god easily believe the blueprint he had sketched?

"It's nothing remarkable," Rilokaman explained, "it's just verbal guidance and an exchange of interests, as long as his vigilance is dispelled, with his meager knowledge and shallow gaze, it will be a matter of time before he enters the game." ”

"Exchange of interests...... "Karelia looked at each other vigilantly, and asked in a voice that couldn't hear the joy and anger, "Is it about the goddess of harvest?"

"Uh......"

Rilokaman unnaturally avoided his lover's gaze, neither admitting nor denying her speculation.

After a long time, Rilo Kaman, who couldn't resist Karelia's intent, changed the subject in a panic: "Let's talk about something else, my dear, and talk about something happy." ”

"You can talk about anything, as long as you're happy. The lady's hand caressed her lover's face, but her words carried an unmistakable firmness: "But until then, tell me the truth!"

"You ......"

Before the anger could accumulate, it disappeared without a trace in the tender attack.

"Ahh

Rilocaman looked at Karelia lovingly, and sighed helplessly, he knew his lover's temper, and knew that he couldn't just fool the past, so he had to tell her all his plans as they were.

"You're going to attack the Harvest Goddess?"

Karelia's beautiful face was full of worry, and she was silent for a long time before she said, "You...... Haven't you thought about the dangers?"

"Haha, are you afraid that I will fall unexpectedly?"

"You're still laughing! Do you know ......?"

Pretending to be happy, Lilokaman retreated in the face of his lover's serious gaze and chattering admonitions, and he gently patted the other person's back, and said softly and comfortingly: "You should have faith in me, besides, I have the help of Nelenor." ”

"You know that's not what I'm talking about!"

"But I have no choice, my dear, if I want to be promoted to a powerful divine power, then the Harvest Goddess must die!"

"The goddess of harvest is dead, but what about the goddess of the earth?"

Karelia asked rhetorically without giving up a single step, and the reddish eyes were already accumulating.

"I ...... There is no choice......"

"It's so important to promote powerful divine power?"

"You don't understand, my dear, the gods of order are different from the ancient gods, whether it is the understanding of the laws of the operation of the world or the mastery and application of the laws, they are too bad, in a sense, only when they are promoted to powerful divine power, they can barely be regarded as stepping into eternity. ”

Rilokaman's explanation made Karelia silent for a long time, and after a while, she said the solution she had just thought of: "Didn't you say that the priesthood of 'magic' is not inferior to 'earth' and 'gestation', so you ......"

"Nonsense!"

Rilokaman scolded, "I'm the 'God of Planting and Growth', what's the point of being in charge of the 'magic' priesthood?"

"Why not, isn't there that book?"

"That's for you!"

"I don't need to!"

Karelia sat back down in her chair made of sunflower vines, tears rolling down her delicate face.

"Liya," Lilokaman called softly, sat down beside his lover, and comforted him softly, "That book can't be moved, that's the key to your godhood." ”

"I don't think there's anything good about being a god. ”

Karelia said uncontrollably, obviously still angry.

"At least you don't have to be trapped in this tower," Rilokaman agreed, "and we can have our wedding with the blessing of the gods." ”

"I'd rather go back to the past, even if you were just a demigod with a new divinity, and I was just a penniless shepherdess. ”

Karelia muttered, her voice ethereal and pitiful.

"The days will get better and better," Rilokaman promised to his lover in his arms, "and I'll be fine just for you." ”

"Don't you know what you're up against?"

Rilokaman's stubbornness makes the lady a little hysterical, she doesn't want her lover to do such a dangerous thing, and wants to convince him to change his mind.

"I know ......"

Rilokaman's voice became a little muffled, and he was in awe of the goddess who could be called "great" in front of the god's name, even if she had long since fallen.

"Know you're still going?"

"What if you don't go? This is the handwriting she left for her rebirth, neither I nor the Harvest Goddess can only follow the path she has already planned, and if you want to break free, you must kill each other. ”

"Can't you live in peace, do you have to rush to become a vessel for the resurrection of the goddess of the earth?"

"Peace?" a bitter smile appeared on Rilokaman's face, "Maybe the harvest can be stopped, but I can't." ”

"You ......"

"I can't help myself," Rilokaman sighed, an inexplicable sorrow between his brows, "It's not that I have to put the goddess of harvest to death, but I have to. ”

"And then, will you be able to overcome her from the other side of the river, and shall I call you 'dear' or 'sister'?"

Although Karelia's words were full of mockery of herself, Rilo Carman still heard in them the care and concern for herself.

Rilokaman's concern silenced him, and he was not sure whether it was himself or the goddess of the earth who had risen from him after condensing the "earth" or "nurturing" the priesthood.

After a long time, a hoarse and firm voice sounded in Karelia's ears: "What the Lord of the Dawn can do, I can naturally do too!"