"Grass."

These were the first words that Thoth said after reading the letter.

Amon had already cut off the blood moon wax seal on the envelope and played with it for a while, and said thoughtfully, "It turns out that you want to be ...... with the god of beauty."

"I didn't take it seriously, I just sighed." Thoth poured it on the couch like a salted fish, with a look of lovelessness, "The blood clan wants to visit the empire, such a big thing, everyone is busy." ”

"But it's not Solomon's decision to be busy, why did Ornia send you a letter?" Amun's tone was a little subtle, "Or did you have a personal relationship from the last era, and he wanted to catch up with you?" ”

Thoth rolled his eyes: "Come on, I wasn't pulling you in the last era, you were engaged in a career, and I couldn't fight with the eight poles of the blood clan, what kind of old story?" ”

I think so. Amon happily stuffed a candied plum into his mouth.

"Well, what is it."

A gap opened in the space, and a spirit creature with blood-stained armor on the upper body and black mist on the lower body entered, holding a letter in his hand with the coat of arms of the royal family stamped on it.

Thoth opened the letter three times and divided it by two, and sighed halfway through it, "Yes, I will get a report from the imperial capital within tomorrow." ”

"In such a hurry?"

"His Majesty the Emperor means that I will be tentatively appointed as a tourist advisor to the Blood Clan's Mission, and I will show them the style of the Empire in a grand and comprehensive manner."

He raised the letter that Yang had sent first, "The word of the beauty god is 'to take the opportunity to discuss music and art with me,' and I even wonder if he has colluded with our dear Emperor His Majesty to send me to him as a high-ranking companion." ”

"Are you sure he just wants to talk to you about music and art?"

"The conflict of interests is the business of those lawyers." Thoth sighed, "Tudor and Trenthorst are probably already rehearsing the possible demands of the Bloodline, and I have to do my homework...... If the Blood Clan really wants to enter the empire in the future, it is necessary to build a good relationship. ”

"Then you can go."

"Then remember to take care of yourself."

Thoth sat closer to him, his tone gentle and sincere, "Dreams are treacherous and changeable, you must be cautious and cautious, don't be in a hurry, if you feel that the burden is very heavy, rest for a while, although Medici's mouth stinks, but she will not easily break the contract, you must make a request to him, you know?" ”

"Got it."

Amon pursed his lips, is this treating himself as a fledgling with a yellow mouth?

"And," Thoth pointed to a cabinet, "there are charms and extraordinary items of my own making, take them myself if you need them, and tell me if you don't have enough, and I'll send them to you, you know?" ”

"Oh."

What, it has always been He who steals from others, and how can he give it to Him directly......

There is no respect for Him as the top of the thief's path.

It's really boring, the corners of Shi Angel's mouth fell down little by little, and it didn't mean anything at all.

But He didn't hide from the hand that touched his hair.

Quarrels at meetings were a tradition of the Solomonic Empire.

There are many reasons for a quarrel, it can be a few tax points, it can be the size of a banquet, or even how many candles should be inserted in a candlestick - perhaps considering that this is one of the few ways that angels maintain their humanity, His Majesty the Emperor is always very tolerant, as long as they do not pick up their chairs and beat each other, they do not stop it, they just maintain a mysterious smile, occasionally extract a few key words from the quarrel, and remind them not to deviate from the central idea, at least to quarrel logically.

"I've never been so desperate when I was dealing with post-disaster prayers."

Thoth took a sip of tea - unfortunately he couldn't even use the excuse to pee after drinking too much.

Trenthorst and Tudor are arguing over the specifications of the ritual to welcome the Kindreds.

Trenthorst is scolding Tudor for treating the money in the treasury as autumn leaves, and Tudor is sarcastically mocking Trenthorst's petty family. As soon as he saw Augustus start to gear up, and the thought that this scolding battle would have to escalate, Thoth felt a dull pain in his ass, and he changed his position to a more comfortable position, and began to "open the window" with Medici.

In the era when there were no mobile phones, this was the good thing about heart-to-heart communication.

"How's it going over there with Amon? Take a look at it for me. ”

"Are you bothered?! Was it hard for you to pick out a voyeuristic eye and put it on him?! ”

"No, it would look like I'm a voyeur."

Medici rolled her eyes across the long table.

"Medici, we're still good friends, aren't we? Right? Isn't that right, isn't it right......"

"Don't read it! I see, I don't think it's okay?! ”

"Thoth."

Solomon's voice rang out like heaven, Medici was free, and Thoth sat upright, "I've been listening very carefully."

"I think the music you composed in your early years is very good, and there are many of your followers who can sing and dance, so you might as well take on the role of entertainment consultant."

The Black Emperor said with a smile: "Opera, stage play or concert can be, it must be eye-catching, so that the blood clan can see the cultural style of our country." ”

During the Glorious Age, Thoth would occasionally play some pieces of old civilization, and with permission, his followers would transcribe them, fill in the lyrics, and perform them in various performances, and over time he became known as the "patron saint of literature and art".

But now he regrets letting the name spread.

Thoth's expression cracked slightly, "But Your Majesty, it seems that you have assigned me the position of travel advisor. ”

"It's true, but with your ability, you'll be able to do both at the same time."

The Black Emperor said meaningfully, "You won't let me down, will you?" ”

Thoth suddenly wanted to run away with a bucket.

"Hmph~Hmph~Hmph~"

"I don't understand you." A child-like Worm of Time tilted its head, "Obviously I wanted to scold Solomon with resentment before, but now I hum happily?" ”

"Because the Stians have made a new batch of instruments, I am also looking forward to their success in this diplomatic event."

Thoth was circling a map and connecting countless circles with dotted lines, he was planning the route of the Blood Clan's mission to visit the imperial capital, and planned to go to the scene tomorrow to see if the stone bricks on the road were in good condition, whether the sewage had spilled to the ground, and how close it was to the downtown area...... When he thought about it, he had the illusion that he had become a housekeeper.

"Heh, Artisan." The doppelganger's tone became playful, and the white and tender little hand straightened the monocle, "It's also a family that has mastered the path of the gods, and their family doesn't even have a Sequence 2, why is this?" ”

Thoth smiled and said, "yes...... Why? ”

They looked at each other for a long time, seeing two miniature versions of themselves in each other's eyes, until there was a knock on the study door.

"Uncle Thoth, the door is not closed, and I am in?"

Yelena Medici poked out a red head from the doorway.

"Oh, little Yelena, I have an important matter for you."

A hair-wrenching smile faded from Thoth's face, and he came alive again, then pulled a box out of his sleeve - a little space trick had been applied to it.

"Look at this."

The box was opened, and there were a dozen conch of different colors, and Thoth tapped three times on one of them with his knuckles, and a rousing melody flowed from it, and he struck another conch, this time an ethereal melody.

"I have to put on a concert to entertain the guests of the Bloodline, so I have to choose the repertoire, can you help me?"

"Me?!" Yelena was flattered, "But my achievements in music ......"

"Don't be nervous, it's just a reference." Thoth blinked, "After looking for various people to refer to, I can come up with the optimal solution." ”

"Uh-huh!" Yelena's eyes lit up slightly, and her little face turned slightly red because of the sense of honor of her mission.

"Choose five songs that you think are the most beautiful, don't rush to give answers, you can compare more."

"Isn't there a 'take me to church'?" In the space between their words, the Bug of Hours had already tinkered with all the conchs and looked a little disappointed, "That song is holy and lewd, pious and blasphemous, and it will surely amaze the four." ”

"You know that song sounds profane, huh?" Thoth tapped his little head, "That song was originally written to satirize the absurdity of religion, and if I dare to move this song to the front of the stage, His Majesty the Emperor will dare to pick my skin." ”

"Ah—wouldn't that be a chance to hear it?"

Thoth looked at him with a deep face for a moment, the Time Worm looked innocent, and Yelena on the side was a little overwhelmed.

"If you want me to sing it to you alone, just say it."

Yelena suddenly wanted to bury her head under the table.

Father! I finally understand why you say you can be close to Uncle Thoth, but he must stay away from him while he is with him!

"Okay, I'll go out, you guys get along."

"Where are you going?"

Thoth smiled, "The Stiano deserve to be rewarded for their exquisite instruments. ”