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Luster immediately understood what Helen wanted to do.

He quickly drew the curtains and turned away.

The next moment, the sound of clothes falling to the ground was heard behind Rast.

Last counted a hundred numbers silently in his mind before turning back.

The gorgeous dress had been removed from Helen's body, replaced by a simple gray-white cloak.

Even Helen's extremely conspicuous ice-blue long hair, which would definitely attract other people's attention once exposed, was covered by the hood.

"This way, we don't have to worry about the Queen and I being watched like exotic animals by the public as soon as we go out."

As soon as this thought arose.

The next moment, Rast saw the girl in front of him, looking at the woolen boots floating in the air with some confusion.

After a long time, she seemed to have an epiphany.

He lifted up his bare feet and was about to put them into the woolen boots.

"Your Majesty, you must put on socks before putting on woolen boots." Rast hurriedly interrupted the girl's attempt.

"Wa... Zi?"

Helen tilted her head and looked at Luster in confusion.

have to.

I almost forgot that this was a divine man who had walked barefoot in the palace all his life and had never worn shoes.

Her entire understanding of wearing shoes should be the handsome looks of the male and female protagonists wearing combat boots in the illustrations of fairy tales.

The only meaning of wearing shoes for her is probably just to look good.

Apart from this, she knows nothing about common sense in this area.

"Socks...are protective gear worn on the feet to prevent direct contact between the skin and the shoes, which could cause friction and injury to the skin."

Luster took out a pair of black stockings from the closet and showed them to Helen.

Actually, this was prepared when he sneaked into the palace in women's clothing, just in case Her Majesty the Queen in front of him had some special fetishes.

But I didn't expect it would come in handy in such a place.

"Protective...gear?"

"Just... this?"

There was still a look of confusion in Helen's beautiful dark purple eyes.

She looked at the pair of stockings, then at the pair of woolen boots in mid-air, obviously not understanding how these tiny shoes had the right to hurt her skin.

As the master of the underworld, not only a pair of boots, but even a gun that can penetrate steel may not be able to leave the slightest mark on her skin.

"I know Your Majesty is not afraid of these things..."

Luster rubbed his forehead and said, "But since you want to experience life in the outside world like in fairy tales, it's better to adapt to the local customs."

Helen still seemed a little confused.

But seeing how persistent Rast was, she finally nodded obediently.

Then, she stretched out her long, white legs from under her cloak and stretched her small feet in front of Rast.

"My subordinate understands."

Rast's expression remained unchanged as he gently lifted up the pair of black stockings.

After the pair of white feet were wrapped in black stockings, Helen lifted her feet curiously, looked at the almost transparent stockings, and then put them into the wool boots.

She sat up from the bed, stepped on the ground curiously, and took two wobbly steps like a clumsy little duck.

Relying on her great strength, she quickly mastered how to walk while wearing shoes.

Outside the bedroom, Rast had already opened the door to the palace.

The boy's profile was shrouded in the thin sunlight outside the door, with clear and deep features.

Then he smiled and held out his hand to Helen.

"So--"

"Let us begin our date, Your Majesty."

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PS: I had a bit of a writer's block today, so I need to revise the second update and post it during the day.

Chapter 110: Rast: Where are my teammates? Please save them.

The royal city of Paradise was originally supposed to be a dead city.

The souls of the dead, stripped of their lives and blessed with "eternity," wander in the underworld... day after day, year after year, repeating what they did in life.

It is like the phantom that recurs in the mirror, magnificent and beautiful, but also lacks possibility and vitality.

only--

With the opening of the Cataclysm, countless refugees eager for shelter poured into this royal city in order to avoid the beast tide, the Iron Cross Plague and the invasion of evil gods.

They have not yet had time to be assimilated into Paradise and be bestowed with eternal blessings, and are still no different from normal people.

These people needed shelter and taverns, so there were shelters and taverns in the royal city.

These people needed pharmacies and clinics, so there were pharmacies and clinics in the royal city.

And these people also need romance and entertainment facilities...

As a result, various entertainment activities and colorful buildings were built in the royal city.

This underworld, which originally belonged to the dead, has been given a different kind of life.

……

In a remote alley in the inner city of the royal city.

Rast walked in front, turning many corners, and finally bypassed the patrolling maids in the palace and left the palace without anyone noticing.

The sequencing capabilities of "Intuition" and "Pilot" played an indispensable role in this process.

In the past half month, because Rast has been serving as Her Majesty the Queen's personal attendant, the other maids have been much more free and only need to be responsible for the daily maintenance of the palace and the transportation of food.

In addition, all the work of taking care of the Queen's daily life was done by Rast himself.

He was well prepared and secretly observed and recorded the other maids' daily routines and living habits.

Because of this, Last was fully confident that... as long as he returned to the palace before midnight, his act of abducting Her Majesty Helen would not be discovered by the other maids, thereby arousing their vigilance.

During this period, Helen followed Rast obediently and never raised any objections.

She wore her woolen boots and often stopped to look at the city not far away that was just waking up in the early morning. She left reluctantly only when Rast stopped in the distance waiting for her.

In fact, this is the most common scenery in the royal city, but for Helen, who has never set foot outside the palace since she was born—

Every street, every house...even the trees on both sides of the street shrouded in the morning light were a dreamlike world she had never seen before.

Snap, snap—

The footsteps of two people passed through a remote and deserted alley.

When they were almost done walking, Luster noticed that Helen's dark purple eyes widened slightly.

The end of the alley connects to Black Lily Avenue, which happens to be one of the main roads with the largest flow of people and the most prosperous in Paradise City.

Around 7 or 8 o'clock, the city gradually begins to wake up...

At this moment, the Black Lily Avenue was crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder, and every pedestrian had a peaceful expression on their face.

In a trance, Rast almost thought that he had returned to the real world... The ordinary people there did not know about the night world and the dusk disaster, and their faces also had such peaceful and happy expressions.

Of course, this is a matter of course.

For those refugees who have fled here from the outside world... this place is a paradise isolated from the world and standing above disasters.

The fresh morning breeze blows in, carrying with it the noise of people.

There are quarrels, discussions, laughter, playfulness, and even children crying when they are scolded by their parents for being naughty... Just like the daily life in every city.

As the noisy crowd roared, Rast felt that the girl with ice-blue hair behind him, her petite body hidden in the hooded cloak, trembled clearly.

She shrank back to the alley behind her, took a few steps back, and a hint of retreat flashed in her eyes.

I clearly want to know more about the outside world than anyone else...

But when the real scenery of the outside world opens its doors to her, is she still timid and homesick?

Thinking of this, Rast took a big step forward and stretched out his left hand.

Then, he grabbed Helen's right hand as she was retreating.

The skin on Her Majesty the Queen's right hand was very delicate, and felt faintly cool.

The moment Last held her right hand, Helen's body stiffened visibly.

Her eyes flashed an icy blue in response.

The air around Rast suddenly became cold, and even his soul was infected with the chill, falling into the abyss of extreme cold bit by bit... It was exactly the same feeling as when he was hit by the "Angel of Death".

It seemed as if in the next moment, his life would be stripped away by the dying words.

But Rast's movements remained firm, without any wavering.

He quietly held the cold and stiff little hand, letting the bone-chilling cold penetrate his whole body without letting go.

He just silently relied on the "Withering Stone" to disqualify his supernatural powers to resist the painful feeling that was like being kissed by the Grim Reaper's scythe.

"We've already come this far. If we turn back and give up halfway..."

"Isn't that a pity, Your Majesty?"

Luster whispered in the girl's ear.

After a few breaths, he saw the coldness in the girl's dark purple eyes quietly fade away.

Helen's tense right hand also relaxed again.

It became warm and soft as if it had no bones, and lay quietly in the palm of Rast's hand, allowing Rast to hold it.

She looked at Rast in front of her, a deep apology flashed in her eyes, and some ice-blue light gathered in the air.

"sorry……"

Before the ice-blue light could fully gather and form, Helen saw Last raise his hand and make a hushing gesture.

"Since you need to hide your identity outside, Your Majesty, please restrain your speech."

He pulled out a small diary and pencil he had prepared from his pocket. "Whether we condense words in the air or communicate solely through telepathy... outsiders will notice our abnormality."

"So, when you're out playing, Your Majesty, please communicate with me by writing on paper."

Helen took the diary and pencil and nodded quietly.

How to use paper and pen... This was not unfamiliar to her. When reading fairy tales in the palace, Helen would often circle and draw on them with a pen to make annotations.

She even tried to write her own story by imitating her favorite novel, "Silver Wing Chronicles."

But Helen had never seen the outside world, nor had she seen all kinds of people except her maids.

Therefore, no matter how hard she tried, the story she wrote was more like a re-arranged version of the contents of "Silver Wing Chronicles".

No author can write anything beyond his own cognition.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Helen became more determined to go out and play.

"The place we're going next...why don't we go to a clothing store first? I'll give you a change of clothes."

Looking at the bustling Black Lily Avenue, which seemed as bustling as the Yintai Shopping Mall in his previous life, Last made a suggestion.

He had planned to kidnap and sell the queen long in advance. Long before Rast disguised himself as a maid and sneaked into the palace, he had specially planned to explore the route of their first date with Shadow Servant, the deputy captain of the Shore Guards.

Women's clothing stores are his first choice, and are also the first choice for most girls when they go on a date, as Last concluded based on his experience as a gigolo.

The reason is very simple - every woman loves beauty, and shopping is a common hobby for all women.

This is not only true for young girls who are just beginning to fall in love, even BBAs who have lived for hundreds of years are not immune to this.