When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 574 Carrie? !
"A nice decoration." Standing in front of the cabinet, Meliati's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the room.

Horn poked his head out from the side of Meliati's shoulder and saw what the decorations were. "Haha, it was all caused by those wizards. I just told them to keep them well, but I didn't expect they kept them like this."

The decoration that Meliati was referring to was a crystal glass jar. Inside the jar was a translucent green liquid, and in the liquid was the floating head of Prince Condai.

Horn's original intention was to have them pickle it with lime to prevent it from getting moldy and rotten, and he also wanted them to send the first flying fort to deter local forces.

As a result, these wizards somehow came up with this thing. What kind of design is it?
If you don’t know, you might think Horn wants to collect it and appreciate it slowly.

"Since you took his head, can you give me Prince Kongdai's body?" Meliati picked up a chair at random, stretched out her left arm to grab it, but grabbed nothing.

Seeing that Meliati was in a daze, Horn immediately reached out and dragged the chair out himself: "Please sit down."

Meliati sat down as a matter of course, and people around her like Pettier and Armand stood up subconsciously.

Thus, in this small dwelling, only this pair of Qianhe Valley twins can still sit.

Sitting opposite Meliati, Horn had to raise his head slightly to meet the Duchess's eyes.

Damn, is there something wrong with the water in the Thousand River Valley? Why are all the women here so tall?
He also drank a lot of water from the Nauan River!
The Duchess in front of him was wearing a silk black robe, her hair was tied up and covered with a sky blue lady's hat with a tassel, and she was wearing a new mask on her face.

The mask was like a carved stone statue, cold and without a trace of emotion.

Her entire body was covered by a robe, but the water-like silk could vaguely outline her general figure. Her bandaged left wrist was placed on her plump thigh, and there was faint traces of blood.

Horn, who was sitting opposite Meliati, could see clearly from her bulging chest to her flat belly.

But the people around her didn't have such thoughts. They stared at the Grand Duchess vigilantly, fearing that she would suddenly get into trouble.

Although we won't kill Your Majesty, it's still possible to humiliate Your Majesty and lose face.

"If you want Prince Condé's body, of course you can," Horn said awkwardly, scratching his head. "But his body was dismembered by angry soldiers. It's in tatters. Is that okay?"

"That's even better. What we want is the battle damage." Meliati shrugged nonchalantly. "I will use his body to commemorate my uncle, just like you are going to use Prince Conde's head to commemorate the old knight Danji."

Horn's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal: "It seems that Your Excellency the Duke has done a lot of research on our Salvation Army."

Meliati shook her head and said, "You don't have to regard me as an enemy. In fact, I built a tomb for this old knight on the edge of the mountains. I assigned someone to guard the tomb and ordered the Imperial Army not to destroy it. Now it is full of flowers."

Horn did not speak, but stared at Meliati for a long time before he slowly exhaled: "I see your sincerity, thank you for everything you have done."

Hearing Horn's words, Meliati chuckled twice under her mask: "Why are we so unfamiliar? People call us the Twin Pillars of the Empire. We should unite. In the future of the Thousand River Valley, we must share power together. How about calling me you?"

Although Horn is very realistic in his work, there is a strong sense of idealism within the Savior Army, otherwise the morale would not be so high.

Several legion clerks heard that Melia always mentioned "power" and "profit". This overly realistic style made them feel uncomfortable and contemptuous.

"........."

Horn remained silent in response to Meliati's statement, because he felt that the Duchess was rubbing her white bare feet against his calves under the table, intentionally or unintentionally.

When did she take off her shoes? And what does this mean?
This is the Duchess of Hema Stone. What on earth is this iron-blooded Grand Duchess doing? I am not a particularly handsome person, so what on earth is she doing?
Or is this just a coincidence?

"Ahem." After coughing and pretending to sit up straight, Horn pulled his legs back from under the table. "Of course, Your Excellency Meliati, your suggestion is very good. I believe this is a good icebreaker."

Meliati's smiling voice came from behind the iron mask: "I came to visit you this time in the hope that you can understand that I have no ill will towards the Savior Army. Given the current situation, it would be best for both of us not to quarrel anymore."

"I agree. Seeking common ground while reserving differences is the best approach. We are all for the Thousand River Valley. By establishing a coalition government or other models, we can always find a way to satisfy the majority of people."

Horn finally broke into a cold sweat when he saw the conversation was on track. This Duchess always made sudden moves that made him confused. "In fact, the best way is for you to marry me, and both sides will form a joint rule, and our next generation will inherit the entire Thousand River Valley. How great." As soon as Meliati said this, a series of coughs quickly came from the room.

The smile on his face froze, and Horn once again didn't know what to say for a moment.

Although this seems to be a feasible plan, but, but... it seems to be quite feasible... but Jeanne and Carrie probably won't agree.

Seeing that Horn did not answer but just smiled, Meliati did not ask any further questions.

She changed her posture, sat sideways on the chair, and scanned several legion documents to search: "Where is the witch lady? And where is Catherine? Why don't I see them? I want to visit them."

Seeing that Meliati had changed the subject, Horn quickly explained, "Jeanne and Catherine were too tired and had already fallen asleep."

"Okay." Melia nodded, "It seems that I came at an inopportune time today, or I can visit you again in a few days."

"You're welcome anytime." Horn breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he could get rid of the plague god. It wasn't that he was afraid of the Duchess.

Strangely enough, he always felt uncomfortable in the presence of the Duchess, especially because the atmosphere did not seem like a conversation between the two supreme leaders of the rebel army.

Something is weird.

"Before I go, I have one more thing I hope to communicate with you."

"what's up?"

"Are all these people going out?"

“They are all people who can be trusted.”

"What I want to say is about the Ruoan Party and a certain white-haired witch. It will do them no good if they hear it."

Before Pettier could understand what was going on, Armand had already stood up and grabbed a few clerks of the legion: "Since this is a confidential matter, we don't have to listen to it. Let's go."

The wooden door slowly closed, but Horn did not bolt it just in case.

Turning his head, Horn did not move far away from the door, but turned around with a smile: "Now, you can say..."

Before he could finish his words, Horn saw a shadow blocking the candlelight, and the next second, his waist was embraced and the back of his head was supported by his hands.

Before he could say anything, two soft things were pressed against his lips.

The faint scent of forget-me-not flowed from Meliati's hair and mouth into Horn's nose and mouth, and two warm balls of flesh pressed against his collarbone.

Horn thought that given Meliati's personality, it was very likely that she would do something bad to him.

He thought about using force to coerce and taking hostages, but he never expected that her methods would be such as rape or sex.

She's sticking her tongue out?! She's touching her ██?!
Why does this feeling on my neck feel so familiar?
"Boom——"

After a suffocating moment, a thin thread stretched out from between their lips.

Meliati smoothed her white hair and took a step back. Her red eyes flickered and she said, "Long time no see, Papa."

Horn blinked and looked at Meliati who had taken off her mask.

"Carrie?!"

(End of this chapter)