Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

She was wrapped in a gorgeous coat that did not match her inner garment at all, and her face showed satisfaction, as if the value of her life had been fulfilled at this moment.

It really is Her Majesty's clothes.

Afro's mood eased a little, and she said to Julie,

"Sister Julie, please help me inform others that I will not listen to the confession of any believers today."

……

On the brink of life and death, a person's life often flashes back and forth like a black and white movie before one's eyes.

Grace saw her carefree first half of life, growing up like a princess, graduating from school, and then joining the family group.

Later, a sudden car accident caused the death of my father.

Grace found herself sitting in the group meeting room, surrounded by several aunts and uncles and cousins.

"Sister, as long as you have the green mountains, you will not be short of firewood. You should sign the share transfer agreement. You don't want to be unable to leave the house today."

"After my eldest brother left, the group should be managed by someone with more experience. Your second uncle should be the best choice."

"Sign it, and you will be a carefree young lady forever."

Behind them, Grace saw bodyguards in dark suits, standing in a row, dark and cold, like carrion crows.

She also saw herself moving forward alone towards revenge, starting from the little remaining shares, being chosen, believed, betrayed... but taking everything back as fate would have it.

Finally, I fell ill and lay alone on the hospital bed, waiting for death. No, it can't be called loneliness, after all, there are layers of difficulty in the game.

It's a legendary life that I don't want to repeat...

It’s just that it seems that in my life, I have never been chosen firmly by anyone.

……

"So, the hero king who was abandoned by the world asked the goddess, Goddess, why did my wife and daughter leave me? Why can't I enjoy the support of the people after I unified the country?"

"The Lady Goddess of Light said that if you give up kindness for the sake of profit, people will naturally spit on you. But if you open your heart and do good, people will naturally love you."

In the confessional, Aphrodite sat on a chair, holding a hardcover copy of "History of the Goddesses" and chanting softly.

Immersed in the goddess' story, Afro felt that his whole body and soul were cleansed.

She glanced at the princess who was sitting opposite her, leaning her head against the wall.

A tear slid down the girl's cheek from the corner of her eye and sank into her slender neck.

Afro thought of the snow melting during the day and the fragile white porcelain after being broken.

Her Royal Highness actually cried? Why?

Afro has complicated views on Grace. She never thought that danger, mystery and fragility could exist in one person at the same time.

Her Royal Highness the Princess is very special and very bad. It is hard to guess what she is thinking, but one can't help but want to get to know her better.

Afro looked at her sleeping face, lost in thought.

Suddenly, those beautiful gem-like eyes suddenly opened.

Aphrodite was suddenly startled and guiltily picked up the "History of the Goddesses" in her hand to cover her face.

What am I doing?

Afro frowned, but pretended to be calm, and asked in a distant and indifferent voice,

"Awake? Princess?"

"Ah."

From behind the obscured book came an even colder reply, easily reminiscent of a lazy cat stepping on its owner's chest.

Afro's heart was filled with a mixture of anger, confusion, and doubt, which completely blocked her from speaking.

She kept holding up the goddess Shi Ji, as if she was holding up her own proud self-esteem, waiting for Grace to speak.

"Goddess History..."

Far from having any intention of explaining, Her Royal Highness the Princess leisurely read out the title of the book word for word at the back of the book!

Shouldn't she explain to herself what was going on?

No matter how good-tempered Afro was, he couldn't help it.

With a bang, he slammed the book shut in anger.

She looked straight into Grace's eyes, as if trying to see through the girl's heart, and asked seriously,

"Your Highness, don't you have anything to say to me?"

7. The Riddler is Invincible

[The time-limited challenge is completed. The reward Mirror of Insight has been issued. Please check it. 】

[Time reminder: There are only 61 days left to tame Saint Aphrodite. ]

The belated mechanical electronic sound rang in my ears without any emotion.

There are still people who are not in a hurry to check the rewards.

Grace tucked the soft blanket around her body and focused her eyes on Sister Aphrodite, who was holding up the goddess Ji Shi and trying to cover up her crime.

Her voice was cold, and her deliberate movements made her seem a little awkward and arrogant.

The nun is quite cute. The blanket she is covering herself with is also hers, right?

How to tame a person? First of all, you need to look at the other person's personality.

Integrity, simplicity, kindness, gentleness and intelligence, these beautiful qualities are enough to describe Miss Afro.

Faced with such a girl who possessed all the good qualities, Grace had no way of destroying her.

So what are the prerequisites for the birth of love? A beautiful appearance? An attractive heart? And a stable emotional value?

If you just treat Aphrodite simply and unconditionally, it would be easy to win her heart.

But according to the system's requirements, I will definitely take the villain route.

A kind character can only accomplish tasks temporarily, after all, Grace knows that she herself is not a good person.

Two months of getting along was enough for Afro to get to know herself thoroughly in all aspects.

Now it seems that it would be better to put on a disguise and let Afro become curious about herself, and as she peels off her disguise bit by bit, she will be completely and willingly tamed.

Many times, love starts with curiosity and then gets out of control.

So Afro closed the book and waited for the moment to explain herself, without Grace even raising her eyes.

She curled up in the blanket like a cat to keep warm and asked casually,

"What do you want to say?"

"you--!"

It was like a light punch hitting cotton. Afro was so angry that his teeth were itching and his long eyebrows were raised, but he was finally calmed down by his good upbringing.

Afro took a deep breath and asked almost through gritted teeth:

"Shouldn't you explain to me why? What's the situation of my brother now? Why did you ask me to wear a collar? How do I take the collar off my neck? And why can't I see it? When can others see it? Why is your life force fading so quickly?"

Afro spoke very quickly and asked a lot of questions like a machine gun.

Her voice was soft and sweet, which made her sound like she was acting coquettishly, but she no longer used honorifics, which Grace could understand.

Yes, the people who can remain polite about their own behavior are the strangest.

"Slow down, there are too many questions, take them one at a time."

Grace looked around the confessional like a superior inspector, rubbing her arms in the blanket and asking,

"Perhaps there's no magical heating circle here? It's really cold, and blankets alone won't be enough."

"..."

Afro was silent, and the little patience he had left turned into a muffled breath from his nose.

"what……"

She said with a straight face, "No."

But Afro quickly glanced at the frail body of the princess, and finally silently cast magic to raise the temperature in the room a little bit.

"Answer the first question first. Does your promise to save my brother still count?"

This is a matter of principle. Even though Grace has experienced betrayal and likes to scheme against others, she is surprisingly a person who keeps her promises.

Not only must Afulo's brother be saved, but the real murderer must also be caught.

According to the plot of general detective novels, the person who frames Afro's brother is most likely the murderer.

It would be best to investigate thoroughly and then catch all those who want to kill you.

Because if the other party's goal is your life, it would be troublesome to always remain highly suspicious.

Grace pinched her chin with her slender white hand as if thinking, and responded almost without thinking:

"Yes, and I will catch the real murderer."

Very good!

Afro's frown finally relaxed a little at this moment, and her nameless annoyance towards Her Royal Highness the Princess also lessened a little.

If Her Highness the Princess comes forward, my brother should be safe.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

With her hands on her thighs, Afro asked again:

"Second question, why is your vitality fading so quickly? Is it necessary to connect it to the collar?"

In a negotiation-style dialogue that is mostly a question-and-answer format, there are not just two options: answering and not answering.

Grace can also use eye cues, which can be particularly helpful in certain situations.

She just looked at the nun's clear eyes in silence.

Smart people will be able to understand the thousands of words expressed in the pupils.

That's an emotion that can be conveyed without words.

As they looked at each other, Afro's brows gradually drooped, as if there were heavy mountains pressing down on her, preventing her from relaxing.

Her tone gradually became gentle, "Don't want to answer? Or can't...?"

At this time, just pretend to be a profound riddler.

Grace lowered her eyes coldly, without any emotion, like a puppet, and said,

“When death wants to catch up with you, most of the time you have no idea.”

Is it true that Her Royal Highness was threatened and forced, and couldn't speak out? The kindness in her nature prompted Afro to lean over and ask in a low voice,

"Princess, if you... feel threatened, just blink twice. I will help you."

If Her Royal Highness the Princess is really under some kind of threat...how can I help her?

Afro's heart was pounding and her whole body was tense.

At the same time, his eyes were fixed firmly on Her Royal Highness the Princess, like a knight on standby, ready to charge into battle.

She held her breath.

Those bright eyes flickered like stars, once, twice.

Was he really threatened?

Afro's pupils shrank, and realizing that something was wrong, she almost jumped up from her chair.

Now she is turning to the church for help.

But the star blinked a third time, and then the devil Satan uttered a vicious slander: "Miss Afro, what are you talking about?"

"Were you not threatened?"

Afro looked down at the girl in disbelief, and then was greeted by the same meaningful look from Her Majesty the Princess.

In those red eyes, Afro could only see his confused and anxious self.