Chapter Seventy-Five: The God of Beauty
After the incident on a snowy night, Thoth justifiably consulted the Stiano family to Solomon, although disputes over adjacent routes are commonplace, but if this incident takes place on the border where the forces of the god of war are eyeing each other, the nature and severity of it will not be the same in Solomon's eyes.
As a punishment, Solomon reduced his title, punished him, and declared that the Stiano family would be stripped of their residency in the imperial capital and could not return without a summonsβin other words, they were expelled from the center of power in the country.
"Really......"
After listening to the report of the dependent, Thoth frowned, it seemed that this matter was his benefit, but he always felt that something was wrong.
What's wrong?
As the scheduled date for the Blood Mission's visit to the Empire approached, and all departments were preparing for their share of work, he had to put the issue on the back burner.
Finally, on a magnificent evening evening, the Black Emperor let go of the limitations of the imperial capital's space, allowing the carriage carved with roses and thorns to break out of the fog of the spiritual world and fall on the clean masonry surrounded by bats.
The arched doors opened under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, and a hand in a black mesh glove reached out, like a white orchid shrouded in the night mist.
In a few eyes of envy and jealousy, Thoth held the hand without changing his face, and the master of the hand, the honored guest of the Empire, the queen of the blood clan, walked down the steps that the servants had hurriedly erected.
"Gui'an, His Highness the Beauty God." The moment he saw the face of the god of beauty, his voice involuntarily softened, as if he was afraid of offending an ancient Greek work of art, "On behalf of the entire Solomonic Empire, I welcome you. β
After a moment of amazement, Thoth proceeded to the next part that had already been rehearsed, and said the words that had already been drafted several times: "These are flowers that salute you, and I hope their fragrance will soothe your nerves tired from the journey." β
As soon as the words fell, an attendant stepped forward with a basket of flowers, and lilies, lilacs, and light blue hydrangeas were clustered together in a staggered manner surrounded by green leaves, which was eye-catching.
"Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Hidden Sage."
Ornia smiled, took the basket, looked at it politely, and handed it to her maid. The black veil on his hat obscures his eyes, reminiscent of the red moon looming behind the clouds.
"If only you could call me Thoth." "After all, God's name is always a mouthful," said Teth, politely. β
"Then it would be better to obey your orders, Your Highness Thoth."
Medici, who lined up on both sides of the road with the "Red of War", showed a meaningful smile and teased through spiritual communication: "How is it, do you feel like you have picked up a fat gap?" β
Thoth resisted the urge to roll his eyes and silently replied, "Shut up, you." β
As the name suggests, the goddess of beauty is known for her beauty, but as the queen of the clan, Thoth knows that beauty can only be Ornia's most insignificant virtue.
As far as the information he has is concerned, even if Lilith has fallen for a long time, the people of the blood clan are not as withered as the elves, they have well avoided the edge of the Earth Mother Goddess, and scattered all over the continent to recuperate, but in the past thirty years, there has been a faint trend of unity, and gradually converged into a force that the Solomon Empire could not ignore.
Thoth also understood that the empire was built not only because of Solomon's wisdom and prowess (although many nobles often did this), but more importantly, the six gods fought each other - on the contrary, there were many angels gathered under Solomon's command, creating a feeling for the six gods that they could win if they fought together, but it would be troublesome, and they also needed to avoid being stabbed in the back by an adjacent path after being seriously injured.
"In order for them to maintain this mentality of not daring to act rashly, it is necessary for the Empire to win over more allies." Thoth thought to himself, "In addition to Ornia, I don't know how many angels there are in the blood clan......"
"Crunchβ"
The door to the conference room opened, and another bargain ended.
In keeping with the principle of "ladies first", Ornia and her people came out first, a pair of scarlet eyes containing anger that had not yet dissipated, which had happened almost every other day since that seemingly happy welcome dinner - after all, arguing with Tudor and Trenthorst, two very eloquent lawyers, was indeed a time-consuming and laborious affair, and it was understandable to be impetuous.
But Ornia had also seen a woman with strong winds and waves, and no matter how unpleasant he was before, he was only a little more aggressive, not as angry as he was today.
So what did you two do?!
Thoth looked back at the two men who were still in the conference room, and Tudor nodded to him with a deep face, and said with his lips, "I'll leave it to you after that." β
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I really want to give you a punch, young man! I'm just a mediocre entertainment consultant and tourism consultant, so why do I have to wipe your ass?!
But it didn't have a good effect on beating up his colleagues in broad daylight, and Thoth still went after Ornia first, God knows how the queen walked in high heels, but fortunately he quickly regained his elegant and graceful image, looking back and smiling, his eyes were full of affection - as if the anger just now was just an illusion.
"Gui'an, His Highness Thoth." Ornia's smile couldn't be faulted with a magnifying glass, "Yesterday you took me up the Tower of Babel, the scenery from above is magnificent, and I'm looking forward to what you have to show me today." β
This is diplomacy, the most "decent" diplomacy, even if the previous link makes you unhappy, you must continue to go on the next link, otherwise you will not give face and do not understand the rules.
Thoth could, of course, pretend he didn't notice anything, but he felt that wasn't the best solution.
"Would you like to go to the Royal Academy? It is the cradle of knowledge, the temple of learning, and the hotbed of the pillars of all nations, where Tudor and Trenthorst graduated, and you would never imagine it......"
He paused deliberately.
"What?"
"They would pull each other's hair like little girls." Thoth blinked, "If you're interested, let's take a look at the playground where little Trustor ran hand in hand with little Trenthorst." β
He added solemnly: "It was a punishment for them for developing a debate match into a boxing match." β
"Poof." One of the Blood Clan's envoys behind Ornia couldn't hold back a laugh, but before he could say sorry, the queen giggled, and the silver bell sound made him stupid for a moment.
Perhaps because it was the weekend, the Royal Academy was very quiet today, only the chirping of birds and the tinkling of spring water, Thoth and Ornia tacitly chose to maintain this quiet, to maintain the daily dignity of the servants did not notice them, and the students who wanted to use the weekend time to open up the gap with their classmates did not notice them, only when they came to a round table, the birds pecking at the sycamore on it screamed in surprise and staggered away.
Thoth thoughtfully asked, "Maybe you'd like a pot of tea?" β
"But it's disrespectful."
With a stroke of Thoth's fingers, a window opened, and after a ping-pong sound, the fragrance of tea wafted out, and a transparent teapot and two teacups seemed to be held by a pair of invisible hands, swaying out and falling onto the table.
Ornia watched as he gently poured amber tea into his cup, and admired his eyelashes as he bowed his headβhis face was so soft that it was pitiful.
"With all due respect, do you have elven blood?"
Ornia enjoyed Thoth's services with peace of mind, and quickly found a reason for her gaze.
Thoth smiled slightly, "It's okay, people often say that." β
There is no admission and no denial. Ornia thought to herself that this sage was indeed as approachable and unassuming as rumored, but he was indeed a master of water.
"While it can be difficult for a lawyer to deal with once he speaks, your anger today seems to be somewhat unusual." Thoth took a sip of tea, "But what faux pas did Tudor and Trenthorst say?" β
"Does the mystery of the voyeur also include the human heart?" β
"You're laughing, that's the skill of the audience and the clowns, I'm just using a little bit of intuition on my part."
Thoth tentatively revealed some of his true attitude, "Besides, I personally want to be friends with you, so I can't help but pay more attention to you. β
And I've been coveting your bloodline's pharmacological knowledge for a long time! Thoth silently added in his heart, I would also like to send a few Potions Professors to the North to cultivate some hardy plant varieties!
"Just now we were discussing the question of territory, and there was some dispute over the ownership of the mountains and forests in the province of Fenerport."
Ornia took a breath, her red nails scraping the table unconsciously, "The lieutenant of Count Tudor said, 'If you convert to His Majesty the Emperor, you will get more.'" β
"Actually, you think it's ridiculous, right?" Ornia narrowed her charming eyes, and her tone was so cold that it almost dimmed the spring light behind her, "Your Majesty Solomon, who does not believe in the wise and martial arts, is the chosen son of this era, but is nostalgic for a phantom of the past, an ancient god who has withdrawn from the stage of history. β
Thoth was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you know the Medici?" β