On Mark's right hand side is Barbara, the goddess of dance, who is wearing a pink V-neck long-sleeved T-shirt with long sleeves but a bow-like tuck on her chest, plus a crop top, and a pencil skirt of the same color on her lower body, so that her hot body can be seen at a glance. Even though she sat there quietly, Vivien felt as if she was ...... Coquetry?

Litchel, the goddess of literature in her position, is holding a stack of manuscript paper and a quill pen that she knows is an artifact at a glance, as if she is writing, but in fact it gives people the feeling of drawing a rune.

To the left of Mark is the muse of the goddess of music, her hands gently on her lower abdomen, carefully studying the score in front of her, her red lips slightly open and closed, obviously reading the score silently.

The muse is the goddess Pei Ting, who is holding a paintbrush and writing and painting, but the painting style is a little strange - a slender white jade arm stretches out from an oil painting, holding a paintbrush to paint another painting, and every oil paint is splashed with surging divine brilliance.

With four goddesses present at the same time, what mortal doesn't feel stressed?

As if sensing Vivien's embarrassment, Mark waved his hand, "You go down first."

"Yes—" Four voices in unison, four different rituals.

I don't know what to do, Mark remembered the "change batch" of the bright stalk before the crossing.

Ahem, it's far away.

The goddesses left, and Vivien and the others were naturally under less pressure.

Mark didn't put on a show, smiled and gave his old friend Bishop Albert a warm hug.

"Long time no see, Uncle Albert."

Bishop Albert was a close disciple of his grandfather, and in terms of kinship, he could barely call out his uncle. When Mark shouted like this, he could be regarded as giving the name of the relationship.

Albert was slightly stunned, and then showed a bright smile: "Eldest prince, you still call me Albert, I'm more used to it."

Time has passed, and Mark is no longer the young man who needs to rely on the strength of his family to survive. The difference in strength and status, coupled with the relationship with the family in the early years, how to deal with the family affairs of the Destini family is very sensitive and headache for Albert, an outsider.

Now that Mark has taken the initiative to admit his marriage, it is the best ending.

Not to mention the twin goddesses, at least the Destini family is intact.

When he came to Abner and Dida, Mark wanted to shake hands more cordially, but the two of them simply knelt down on one knee.

"Homeless people, come to you and ask for a place to live." Abner said.

"The family brought it?"

"Brought it."

"Then let's stay." Mark said lightly and set names for each other.

Finally, when it was Vivian's turn, the other three bowed down very knowingly and retreated en masse, leaving Vivien alone.

"Wait, I'm ......" Vivien wanted to stop, but she didn't know how to speak, and as soon as she hesitated, the two unrighteous teammates ran away.

In the huge living room, only she and Mark were left.

In fact, Mark was also a little embarrassed, he didn't know what expression to use to face Vivien.

He just instinctively felt that Vivien wasn't easy, because the dice of fate moved a little too many times for her. Her fall actually appeared clearly in his future vision, which means that her development in the parallel world cannot be said to be bad, and it is more likely that she has an alternative edge, such as becoming a powerful female demon god or something.

Unfortunately, even though Vivien stood in front of her like this, Mark still couldn't see through the fog of fate that haunted her.

That's weird!

It stands to reason that the dice of fate are so high-level, and there are not many threads of fate that cannot be solved. But even the four goddesses of art can't see through it, and they can't see through Vivien's fate?

Forget it, no matter.

Since once he lets go of Vivien, this girl will have a chance to die violently, and Mark simply doesn't let go.

As the door to the living room slammed shut, Vivien was startled to see Mark put his arm around her waist.

"Wait

Wait! You, what are you doing?" Vivien was so embarrassed that she subconsciously wanted to push Mark away, but when Jade pressed her hand to Mark's chest, she hesitated.

A momentary hesitation led to the fate of the slender waist falling into the hands of the enemy.

At this moment, Mark saw that he and Vivien's thread of fate became entangled on its own, and then a large cluster of black thread peeled off her body and flew away.

He was even more sure that he was probably going to be a scumbag.

"Yo, Vivien, when are you going to take me seriously?"

Facing Mark's burning gaze, Vivien subconsciously turned her gaze away, "I, I don't want to face you bastard."

"Am I a bastard?"

"Of course! I can see at a glance that you are persecuting those goddesses!" Vivien suddenly had a little itchy teeth. This guy is too tricky to provoke butterflies, he was a princess before, and he didn't even let go of the goddess. Such a blasphemous guy, simply, simply......

Vivien suddenly found herself unable to scold.

"A spiney god would choose to die rather than give in! Their choice is to cling to the strong, that's all."

Attached to the strong?

Vivien suddenly realized, why wasn't she like this?

Her mother was on the boat, but her mother was thinking about the Carlos family. Before coming this time, the Carlos family made it clear to her more than once, hoping that she could help bring some young people from the Carlos family and leave more roads for the family.

She found that in the end, she was no different from the goddesses.

It's just that she still retains the last reserve.

"Mark, it's clear that they're prettier and more noble than me, so if you don't let me go, I'm nothing good. You see I have thick hands, and I can't do housework, and I can't please men......

Listening to her concessions, Mark thought it was funny: "The heroic Valkyrie of the Night, with the light of killing, is actually quite cute."

"You, you, what nonsense are you talking about, I, I, I ......."

After the overly handsome face approached, Vivien couldn't say anything.

……

……

Mark was satisfied. When he clicked on the system by the way, he was stupid.

"Wait! Piece...... Ten...... Hundred...... Thousand...... Ten thousand...... What's the matter with these 10,000 god-level fate points?"

At the same time, in the Great Sanctuary of the Night in the capital of the Rite Empire, Knight, the Whip of the Night, was praying as usual, and suddenly the vision around him seemed to be stained with thick ink.

Needless to say, it's the Night Lady's divine power fluctuating.

Based on his experience, Knight decided that the goddess was angry.

"Lady of the Night, your enemy is my enemy. Order a crusade against the enemy!"

"No, it's okay, he's not an enemy...... That's it."

Knight sensitively noticed that the goddess was not talking about "she", but "him"?