Penny carefully observed the woman's expression again and again, as if to dig out every trace of emotion on the stunningly beautiful face behind the veil, and after he dug out a bunch of emotions called confusion and curiosity, he could only accept a reality with strange emotions:

This powerful and crazy woman really doesn't seem to know what storytelling is.

And this question is also a bit difficult to answer, after all, it is a conceptual thing.

He pondered his words: "That is, before the child goes to bed, some of the things that his parents or the old lady of the family tell when they lull him to sleep are usually legends or fairy tales. ”

"Legends or fairy tales?" Beria Meyr frowned.

When she was running errands for Her Majesty, she occasionally stayed in Faeron's tavern, and the chattering bards loved to sing inexplicable poems, and at this time, she usually closed off her senses and let the noise go away from her, and what was a fairy tale?

The story told by the parents and the bedside lady before the child goes to bed?

She remembered her childhood. There seems to be no such memory, and all that seems to remain in her memory is a thick textbook and every training like a machine.

Fairy tale?

Storytelling?

Beria had to admit that these concepts were somewhat foreign to her.

What is Storytelling?

She tapped her fingers on the armrest of her chair lightly, and she still didn't quite understand the question.

But it's easy to solve this little doubt.

Instead of listening to pale descriptions and empty concepts, it is better to experience it for yourself.

"Tell me about it. She ordered Penny.

The wizard's cheek twitched twice.

"Tell me a story. Beria frowned and repeated in an emphatic tone: "The kind you said, the story told by the old lady at the bedside and her parents before the child went to bed. ”

Helplessly, Penny swallowed a mouthful of saliva, coughed, cleared his throat, and forced himself into a state of telling stories to Alexia - in fact, this was also to prepare for the future, if everything was okay in the future, he would still tell such stories for Aurethas and Salorath, Yafan probably didn't, he was too clever, especially with a woman like Rekita to educate him, but it may have made his childhood a lot less fun.

He put his mentality into the identity of a group of children's fathers, and soon became sentimental, and remembered Yafan again, I don't know how he is now, if he continues to stay in Serge...... The wizard's heart twitched.

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, because he didn't dare to imagine how he would feel if that scene really happened...... Belial's eyes gradually became a little impatient, and Penny coughed lightly, collected his mood, and began to tell the story of Snow White.

The Lady of the Night testified that when the wizard began to tell the simple story in a somewhat sluggish tone, Beria almost immediately shut off her hearing.

This is simply naïve, what kind of queen would do such an idiotic thing? kill a princess? she doesn't know how much use a princess has for the kingdom? kill just for a strange reason? aren't you afraid of being scolded by her subjects for it? oh, otherwise there would be no such idiotic story to be handed down.

Poisoned apples, the night is above, what kind of ridiculous means is this?

Beria didn't know how to complain, this kind of 'story' full of loopholes and jokes could win Alexia's favor?

She thought to herself, the sense of absurdity in her heart made her laugh out loud.

Penny paused.

"This is storytelling?" Beria asked.

"Yes, that's storytelling. The wizard nodded: "The children's parents and the bedside lady told them stories." ”

"How old would it be for a child to listen to such a childish and ridiculous thing?" Beria commented bitterly about the wizard's story.

They don't need too complicated reality, the storyteller just wants them to like the beautiful and hate the ugly, believing that the truth, goodness and beauty will eventually defeat the ugly, and the child can also get heartfelt joy after the protagonist of the story defeats the enemy, and the mood can go up and down with the situation of the characters in it, and that's enough. Penny explained, adding, "It's only children who listen to stories, and so does Her Highness Alexia, in the eyes of the contemptible people." ”

Child?

Beria savored the word, and there was a vague emotion in her heart that was so unfamiliar that it made her feel uneasy.

She shook her head, dispelling the emotions and reconsidering the value of the childish story.

For the child, a simple story, truth, goodness and beauty knock down the false, evil and ugly, and feel the ups and downs, from which she gets heartfelt joy, she frowned, and somewhat understood, it was not the story told by the ghost man, but her motivation and attitude to listen to the story were wrong.

This is not listening to the reports of his subordinates, nor is he listening to the assessment of the actions of the cultists and spies, nor is he listening to the plans provided by the think tank, whether the story is reasonable or whether the characters are mentally retarded and naïve is not something that a child should be concerned about.

She closed her eyes slightly, deciding to correct her 'attitude'.

"Go on. ”

Penny glanced at her and frowned, feeling that the situation was going a little strangely, but for now he had to go with the flow.

A vague instinct told him it was a great time to close the distance.

So the story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs continues.

The only listener who had just laughed loudly at the naïve and unreasonable nature of the story remained silent this time, but maintained that slightly frowning look, and after the prince had woken up the princess by kissing her, she exhaled softly after a while:

"Done?"

"Yes, it's over, Lord Mayer. ”

"It's really simple, it's clear, children like this kind of story, and you have to lower your intelligence to listen to it......" Beria sighed.

The story itself isn't the point, nor is how Snow White and the Prince Dwarf knocked down the queen.

The point is that the emotions that rose in her heart when she listened to the story made her heart ache, and her whole body relaxed with strange emotions.

This unrecognizable emotion unnerved her, and she had an urgent urge to try to understand it more deeply:

"One more thing. ”

She commanded.

Penny is as good as a stream, and then talks about "The Daughter of the Sea", slowly advancing the tragic progress of the mermaid in a low tone, and he also pays attention to Beria's expression.

He was sure that his story would be listened to by the female electorate, but he was also sure that she was thinking more about herself in the world than listening to the story.

Suddenly, the wizard got to know her a little.

This is a poor worm without a childhood.

Considering the kind of environment in which Searle was formed, it was not surprising that such a crumbling and crazy surname had formed.

A feeling of pity spread in the wizard's heart, and it was immediately expressed on his face.

The expression also fell into Beria's eyes, for the first time in her life she had seen such an expression on someone else's face, and she did not know what adjectives could be used to describe it, and it made her disgusted, even infinitely hateful, she had never seen such a disgusting expression—for she could read from it, she seemed to be regarded by this ghostly man as a weak person in need of pity.

But there was no anger.

These negative emotions are silently sucked away by another emotion before they are about to turn into anger.

The emotion that made her heart ache.

She subconsciously rubbed her heart.

The daughter of the sea turned into a bubble.

Penny looked up at her.

"One more thing. ”

Beria glanced at the wizard and waved his hand, and a chair appeared behind Penny.

Penny sat down and continued to tell the story of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves...... "Tell me one more." ”

...... After telling the fifth story, Penny noticed that Beria had fallen into a complete trance, and he did not even receive a response to the two greetings, which gave him a feeling that a small spell, not even a spell, and an unprofessional blow to the female electorate who had caused him so much trouble.

But that won't help him find the key, and he needs to be trusted further.

Today is enough.

These stories, Penny thought, have brought him closer to the woman voter, but they have also put him in a dangerous position.

He just felt that this woman had been thinking about killing him, but she never burst out.

It's a gut feeling.

This instinct also told him that when the woman woke up from this state, there was a good chance that the surname would kill him immediately.

And if this incident passes, this urge to kill will slowly disappear, and a deep impression has been left behind, and there will be a chance to get close to it in the future.

Penny analyzed Beria's emotions — just now, the female voters had inadvertently exposed all their emotions and came to this conclusion.

So he pretended to say hello and quietly left.

...... It took a long time for Beria Mayer to recover from the seroreness that had spread from her heart and brain to her whole body, and her servant had entered her room with a rag and a basin of water, and began to wipe the mirror-clean dark crystalline tiles.

A sloppy gaze fixed on the maid, and Beria recalled the identity of the maid.

A human female slave who was captured from the outside world eight years ago, a slave of this status, there are many places in Yin Soul City.

"You...... Keep your head up. ”

When the slave girl heard Beria Mayil's command, she raised a sleek face that had just come of age, noticed the expression on her master's face, and was shocked in her heart.

She'd heard of what a ferocious master she had—if it weren't for the constant killing of the servants who served her, there wouldn't have been a human maid to serve her, and the high-ranking figures of the Church like Belia were usually served by the Shadows apprentices.

And the face of this well-known fierce woman in the city is now a very confused expression, and there are actually two lines of tears spreading on her face, which is far beyond the perception of the slave girl—this kind of expression should not appear on the face of this adult.

"I ask you......" Beria lowered her voice, "When you were young, did your parents or elders sit at the head of the bed and tell you stories before you went to bed?"

The maid was stunned by this question, but the awe of her master made her nod: "Yes, master...... My dad would give me and my sisters...... Tell some stories......"

Beria looked up at the reflective deep crystal ceiling, and the maid looked up tremblingly and knelt for a long time, and saw Beria wave her hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and ran out in small steps as if she had been pardoned.

The master's mood is not right, and God knows if he will kill people to vent his anger - there are already many unlucky servants who have hung up like this.

The female voter pulled off her veil and hid her face with her hands, water running down her fingers.

She understood that the strange emotion that made her uneasy was the sadness she had never experienced.

After a long time, she lifted a pale face, and her somewhat empty gaze condensed again.

It seems to have forgotten one thing...... "...... who should have killed him"

She muttered to herself.

"Kill him. ”

Kill this ghost who made her feel her sorrow and weakness.

(To be continued)