goddess of revolution

Chapter 30
"Tubor-Yang wanted to wake up his sister. Seeing her sleeping soundly, he couldn't bear it, let alone face the sadness of parting. After hesitating for a while, he stood up cruelly, hugged his sister and walked out the door .”

"A ray of holy light descended from the sky, enveloping Si Cui Madonna, and floating in the air."

"Yang hurriedly said: 'Wait, Mother God!' The rising light stopped, and he touched his sister's tender face with great reluctance, put the golden talisman on her neck, and said in a low voice :'Father, if you can hear it in the Kingdom of God, please bless her in everything. God God, if you can see it, let all my sister's sufferings be transferred to me. I left her alone, Just use everything in my life to make up for it!'”

"The goddess of life sighed secretly: 'Fool!' Hendrit-Flauwe and the others kept snorting coldly, as if they had heard some very funny joke. Drop-Freguen said in disgust:'Say What's the use of these? Isn't my mother's pain exchanged for his own glory and wealth?'"

In Iron Crown City, the royal capital, in a noble residential area next to the divine court, more than a dozen aristocratic ladies sat in the living room of a gorgeous stone building, all shaking small fans, listening attentively to the Countess of Bemisia's recitation.

After reading this, the countess looked up and saw that the faces of all the ladies were flushed and there were tears in their eyes.Either cover his mouth with a fan, or tremble slightly holding the fan.She pursed her lips in satisfaction, it was worse than the first time she saw this.

"For my sister, Yang even gave her the chance to be a voter of the Goddess of Life. Even if she did something bad later, it will be enough to make up for it!"

"Yeah, I really don't understand why his sister and nephew hate Yang so much!"

"A person like Yang can't be compared to a saint. If I were his sister, I would do anything, and I wouldn't even be willing to scold her."

"Stri-Madonna is an ungrateful bitch!"

The ladies condemned in unison, and the countess waved her hands and said, "If you were replaced by Si Cui Madonna, you might hate Yang even more than her. Do you know what it means... Sheng Maien and Dou Maichou?"

A certain lady asked, "Did you see the second volume, Earl? What happened after that? Made them hate Yang so much?"

"I haven't finished it yet." The countess covered half of her face with a fan: "I know Yang was wronged, but I wonder why he was wronged. I want to read it quickly, but I feel that even if there are twenty volumes, every time I finish reading a volume , The story is one step closer to the end, this feeling is really uncomfortable."

"Earl, hurry up and read it, we can transcribe it after reading it!"

"We have long been tired of reading the stories of princes and princesses, knights and mistresses. Compared with this book, it is simply a fairy tale for children!"

"Why didn't the Earl let that... Viscount Pryor give the manuscript to Mordwin, and let the Church of the Goddess of Art print it for everyone to see?"

The ladies spoke eagerly, and the countess smiled reservedly: "Medwin said that he had talked to Viscount Pryor about the printing of the book, so it shouldn't be too long, but it won't be free if you want to read it."

The Marquise waved her fan and said: "To own such a story, hundreds or even thousands of bushels of gold are nothing, just consider it a donation to Lady Red."

"Lady Scarlet must be the God of Emotions!"

The Duke's daughter said excitedly: "I mean not only love, but also family affection and friendship! The red lady pays attention to all emotions! Warmth, sweetness, pain, sourness, joy... This majesty examines the human heart, let us In even the slightest feeling, you can taste the true meaning of life!"

The countess praised: "It's really good, I don't understand it as deeply as you do. Sister Ariel, I suspect that you are the saint of Lady Red."

Then she said with a little seriousness: "Ms. Chi Hong is new here, we still don't know the real background and detailed teachings, and the court is still observing, so we can't jump to conclusions."

"I don't believe that the evil gods would tell such...delicate and poignant stories." The Marquise shrugged disapprovingly, "I hope the gods won't squeeze them too hard."

"Of course." The countess thought of something, sighed slightly, raised her eyebrows and said, "Don't worry, the situation in the kingdom is different now. The court is presided over by Bishop Horn and Princess Teresia. Cheer up."

"Those things have nothing to do with us..."

The Duke's daughter curled her lips, and said expectantly: "Count, can you continue reading?"

The Countess's elegant recitation sounded again in the living room, and the distinguished ladies listened attentively.

………………

In the center of Iron Crown City, in the depths of a huge fortress made of steel, on the throne of the circular king hall, wearing a crown, a burly middle-aged man waved back his subjects, stroked his chin, and fell into deep thought.

The thin, middle-aged man entered the royal hall with light steps like a cat.

He came to the throne, knelt down on one knee, pressed his chest and saluted: "Your Majesty, the situation in the north has been stabilized by the court. I didn't find a chance. Please punish me!"

"McGoll, you're back, don't blame yourself."

The king raised his hand to signal his second attendant to stand up, and said disapprovingly, "I sent you there just to see the reaction of the divine court, and I don't expect those muddy legs to accomplish anything."

"Your Majesty is wise," McGore sighed, "The Church of the God of Suffering and the wandering paladins contacted by Mudleg didn't arrive in time, and the paladins of the court moved too fast."

"My holy, beautiful, compassionate eldest daughter must have played a big role?"

The No.20 seventh king of Hadrang Kingdom, Tragdi-Hadran laughed at himself and said: "Only she can perceive what the little turmoil in the north means, and only she can make the court so proactive. Help to quell the chaos..."

He looked up at the high dome, on which were painted the heroic deeds of the kingdom's successive kings, and said quietly: "If this time hadn't come, it would be very appropriate for her to inherit my throne."

"Your Majesty is still very young, how could you think of such a thing?"

McGore said: "Besides, there are millions of struggling people in the kingdom who are still waiting for His Majesty to save them."

"save?"

The king sneered and said, "Then who will save me? The road I'm going to walk is full of thorns, and I may be just a pebble that the lady used to test."

Stared at by the king, McGor bowed his head in fear, and his tone seemed weak: "Your Majesty, this world, even the gods, must succumb to fate. We can only try not to let ourselves sink in the torrent, and at the same time gain Strength, do something you want to do."

"McGore, that's why I like you. You are both idealistic and calm." The king praised, "You can also comfort people."

McGore said humbly and frankly: "Your Majesty has praised me. My fate is in His Majesty's hands. Of course, I will do my best to satisfy His Majesty."

The king pointed at McGore, laughed, and then remembered something: "But I was not very satisfied with one small thing before, the Pryor family in the south..."

"Li Qi-Pryor received the favor of a god named Red Lady in Youxiang. He built a temple in the territory, and the god showed a miracle. I am observing him and this god."

McGore replied: "Judging from the current situation, Ms. Red should be a good god who pays attention to the emotions of mortals. Divine power has spiritual characteristics, and it is not clear about the true power of the church. If there is too much pressure on Prell, he will There is a high chance that the church and the church will vote for the court, which will add too many variables to things in the south."

The king pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Your concern is right. The court is still watching Catherine, let them detect the movement in the south, get in touch, and maybe they will understand something."

He smiled wryly and said, "Teresia is very smart, what an irony. When I was young, I raised her as a future queen. At that time, I couldn't imagine the situation now."

McGore pretended not to hear the king's complaints, and continued to report: "So I just tried Prell a little bit, and I stopped oppressing him, making him think that he still has a choice."

"Although there is no way to directly grasp that place, it will have some impact on the layout of the south. But as long as the layout is adjusted, the impact should be minimized."

The king was a little reconciled: "We knew about the changes in the south early, which is already a great advantage. It is best to be able to directly control that territory. If not, there are many ways to deal with it, but the focus of my concern is not here."

He lowered his head and looked at McGore with a bit of oppression: "Catherine has never asked me for anything since she was a child. This is the only thing she wants. You can't find a way to help a father, yes Will his guilty daughter make amends?"

Even though McGore was very witty, there was a layer of sweat on his forehead at this time, he forced a smile and said: "Li Qi Player has the same impression of the princess as everyone else, if I emphasize this too much, I'm afraid it will... "

"Humph!"

The king was very dissatisfied: "Then let that boy perish with his territory! Catherine may be sad, which is not bad, she will become a sharper blade!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, he can only live happily for a few more months," McGore echoed in a cold sweat.

After leaving the royal hall, McGore wiped his sweat and breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he got out of the passage, the sound of heavy footsteps froze him.

A samurai in a full-face helmet and cloak walked towards him.The scarlet lining of the pitch-black cloak kept showing with the steps, which contrasted with the pitch-black armor, making it extremely dazzling.

The passage opened with windows, and the samurai walked between light and dark.Under the light, it looks like darkness itself, blocking McGore's vision. In the dark, the jumping scarlet pierces the haze again, like the devil of the abyss grinning.

The sweat on McGore's body seemed to freeze instantly, and he didn't know how he hid aside.It wasn't until the warriors completely ignored his existence and passed him towards the royal hall that he realized that he didn't even salute!
"Princess……"

He looked at the back of the other party and murmured weakly: "Your Highness..."

(End of this chapter)