People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

He had wanted to ask this question for a long time, but he had never found the right time.

Upon hearing his question, Se Lian stopped flipping through the pages and sighed softly, "...It is precisely because of this that I, your teacher, need to become a child of the stars. Only in this way can I be in touch with the starry sky as much as possible..."

"However, Master Weihele seems to have found another path. I intend to give it a try and combine my previous experience to find a completely new path."

"...But nothing has changed? The starry sky is still bound, and no matter what wish I have, I cannot fulfill it..."

He really wanted to respond to the teacher like this, but seeing the teacher's high enthusiasm and clear eyes filled with joy, he couldn't bear to destroy this beauty.

What's more, since he could think of it, then Teacher Se Lian must have thought of it as well, but just didn't want to admit it in his heart, right?

Or maybe there is already some solution.

"Then let's celebrate and have a drink to thank you, Teacher Seren, for blazing a new trail!"

As he said this, Reinhardt suddenly jumped up from the bed and took out a delicate bottle that was just slightly bigger than his palm from his bag.

This was the wine Malika had given him at the time, and he had never tasted it until now.

I had originally planned to have a drink to celebrate Marika's ring shattering and the Golden Rule's happy death, but I felt it was just right to share it with the teacher now.

However, Se Lian frowned slightly when she looked at the bottle of wine in his hand and refused, "Wine will make the brain dull, affect thinking, and even affect IQ..."

"Okay, okay, since Teacher Se Lian doesn't want to taste it, don't accuse me of eating alone."

Reinhardt interrupted Se Lian's chanting and casting in time, carried the wine bottle to the coffee table, picked up a teacup, and prepared to enjoy it alone.

Seeing this, Se Lian just shook his head helplessly and continued with his research.

Reinhardt, on his side, had already placed his hand on the cork and applied a slight force.

boom--

Accompanied by a slightly crisp yet somewhat dull sound, a rich aroma of wine suddenly filled the air and lingered at the tip of the nose.

Immediately afterwards, the teacups on the coffee table were gradually filled with wine.

The slightly rippling clear golden wine surface was as radiant as the blooming golden tree.

It is worthy of being the divine wine given by Malika. Just smelling it and looking at it makes people salivate.

The rich aroma of wine alone is enough to intoxicate you.

"Teacher, are you sure you don't want to try a glass? This is the divine wine given by Queen Marika."

Reinhardt shook the bottle, trying to use the aroma of the wine to attract Teacher Serlian, but unfortunately Serlian didn't even turn his head and was seriously comparing his notes.

"Okay, okay, then I'll enjoy it alone."

At this point, he gave up the idea of persuading others to give in. He sat there alone, swaying his teacup slightly, with an inexplicable sense of heroism lingering in his heart. He couldn't help but sigh: "To hold the power of the world while awake, to lie drunkenly on the lap of a beauty, this is the most beautiful thing in the world. Cheers!"

He raised the wine glass in his hand, not knowing who it was for, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Good wine!

The taste was simply eye-opening, a taste he had never experienced before.

It is soft and mellow, with a long aftertaste, and the taste is hard to describe in words.

However, when he was about to pour the second glass, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

"what happened...."

It felt like the room was spinning, and everything in sight was becoming blurry and unreal.

Even though he shook his head desperately, trying to keep himself awake, it was of no avail. The feeling was becoming more and more severe, and his eyelids were gradually drooping, as if his consciousness was gradually fading away, and his whole body was light and dizzy.

"You're already drunk after just one drink? This shouldn't be the case...right..."

Finally, everything went dark before his eyes, and Reinhardt collapsed into the chair and fell asleep.

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In sleep.

"...Where is this?"

Reinhardt, who slowly woke up, looked at this unknown area with a confused look on his face. He was drinking in the previous second, and found himself here when he woke up the next second.

And the surrounding scenery is particularly outrageous.

Wherever you look, it's pure white. There are no objects to mark it, only white, as white as snow.

If he hadn't felt something solid under his feet, he would have suspected that he was floating in mid-air.

Because it is really difficult to distinguish up, down, left, right, front, and back in this space.

The most crucial thing is that in this space, neither prayers, pyroxene magic, nor solar laws can be mobilized, as if they have been silenced.

It feels a bit like the main god space described in the online novels in my previous life...

"No way, I just drank a glass of wine and was sent to the main god space? It can't be that outrageous, right? I didn't even choose the YES or YES option."

Thinking of this possibility, Reinhardt couldn't help but complain.

After struggling hard in the border area and walking among the dead a few times to make a name for himself, don't tell him that he has to come to the main god space to start all over again. He will really want to die if he does that.

"...I didn't expect you to drink that bottle of wine so early. Although it's a bit surprising, it's also within expectations."

Suddenly, a familiar and charming voice echoed in the space, but the voice came from all directions, making it impossible to tell the source of the voice.

However, not far in front of him, a woman wearing a long black dress and looking elegant and graceful appeared in his sight.

"...Malika?"

Although he recognized the woman, he was a little unsure.

"Oh, my lovely bed partner, I didn't expect you to still remember me."

Marika had a bright smile on her face and walked towards here step by step with her slender yet plump thighs.

The gold-like hair was braided into a braid and swayed slightly on the chest, and the slim and tall body curves were revealed under the pure black thin cloth.

The features on her fair and pretty face are delicate and flawless, like a carefully crafted work of art. It is not only full of holiness, but also mixed with charm, which can be said to be a disaster for the country and the people.

Well, Malika is still as beautiful as ever.

But the action of licking the red lips with the tender tip of the tongue made Reinhardt's waist ache slightly, and many harmonious pictures popped up involuntarily in his head.

Those miserable memories are full of pain and happiness.

"Um... where is this place? And what's with the wine you gave me? Why did I end up here after just one drink?"

Reinhardt stiffly changed the subject and expressed the doubts in his mind.

Most importantly, he was still afraid that Marika would push him here. Although he hadn't felt Marika's warmth for a few days, he didn't want to feel it for the time being.

Marika naturally noticed this, but didn't say anything. Instead, she smiled and continued as he asked.

"...That bottle of wine is called Pure Wine."

She didn't explain where this place was, but instead started talking about the bottle of exquisite aged wine.

"The so-called pure wine is a special liquid that is produced after filtering through the thick fog of deep sleep. It is a nectar that only demigods can taste. If a little fellow like you, who doesn't possess the blood of any heroes or gods, drinks it, you will naturally pass out on the spot."

"Is this why you gave me the sacred wine?"

Reinhardt's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he wanted to complain, but he held it back and continued listening.

"And this is the deepest dream. Whether you or I, we are all illusions, just temporary travelers in this dream."

Marika looked around, and there was a hint of nostalgia in her voice, as if she was very familiar with this place.

But Reinhardt's focus is on the words "illusion."

"So we're not real? That's really great."

Hearing Marika say this, he was relieved. Since it was not real, there was no point in being scared. Marika could not do anything anyway.

"...You really are a cold-hearted person. Do you think you're so happy just to hear that this isn't a real place? I even arranged so many people to be in your place to make your life more comfortable."

"...Hey, hey, hey, your crying skills are terrible. And you're a goddess, aren't you letting yourself go a little too much? Where's your dignity as a goddess?"

"And you placed those people around me, just to prevent me from changing my mind and keep me in your plan, right? Don't think I don't know, okay?"

Seeing Marika covering her face and crying, looking like she was pretending to cry, Reinhardt stared at her with dead eyes and complained expressionlessly.

"However, since you have already arranged for someone to send me away, and even a personal maid, why don't you consider sending me a bodyguard to protect me?"

"Well, that's a good idea. Although that was a plan I discussed with you, Moon Princess Lani, you are no longer under Kalia's protection, and the border area is fraught with danger. You really should have someone responsible for protecting you."

The smile on Marika's face suddenly disappeared, and the playfulness faded away. She became serious and full of the wisdom of a goddess, and once again transformed into a true god.

Before her plan begins, there must be no accidents or mistakes.

"Okay, according to your wishes, I will send a black knife assassin to protect you secretly."

"Fuck... I just said it casually, and you really took it seriously?" Reinhardt couldn't help but exclaimed.

What is a big deal? This is a big deal! He even gave away the most powerful assassin group under his command - Black Knife.

However, it must be said that Marika might be the most beautiful woman in the border area. She is really beautiful when she is serious, especially her pure golden eyes which are full of intelligence and determination, which is very charming.

"Of course, Reinhardt, you're an indispensable part of my plan. I need you." Marika said seriously, but then suddenly changed her tone: "... However, this doesn't mean there's no price to pay. You need to agree to two conditions of mine."

"What conditions?" Reinhardt responded subconsciously.

But he regretted the words as soon as he said them, because the smile on Marika's face made him feel very familiar, and brought back many harmonious memories.

Before he could add anything, Marika said:

"First, when the plan begins, I hope you can drink the pure wine again."

"...Is this to celebrate the success of your plan? No problem."

This was not an excessive request and was acceptable. He could even throw a few lightning gun shots as fireworks to add to the fun.

"Great, then the second one is also easy... Let me get it for free again."

"?!!!"

The moment he finished speaking, the thick shadow gradually covered him as he stared in astonishment.

Holy shit, this isn't some golden tree goddess at all, she's just a female hooligan whose head is filled with lust, okay?!

Besides, wasn’t it agreed that this was a dream, an illusion?

What's with this warmth and this incredibly real touch?!

104.Selian's Dream Talk (4K)

The Royal City of Rodel.

The dazzling golden leaves slowly drifted down, shining like stars across the sky, and fleeting like ephemeral flowers, disappearing silently without a trace when they touched the ground.

Between the thrones, as always, Radagon sat motionless on the seat of King Elden, standing there like a golem guard, letting the fallen leaves wither on his chest.

He didn't react until he heard faint footsteps behind him.

He slowly stood up from the ancient and spacious throne and turned to face the dark entrance. The white stone pillars around him were carved with exquisite patterns, leaving traces of time, and thick branches were wrapped around them like roots.

Da da da--

Accompanied by the crisp sound of heels stepping on bluestone slabs coming from deep inside, Marika's figure slowly emerged at the entrance of the golden tree.

"...your honorable [Eternal Queen] Marika." Radagon bowed slightly to show respect.

Malika stopped walking after hearing that and stood on the steps, looking down at Radagon with the condescending attitude of a god as if she was looking down on all living things, and slowly raised her hand to exempt him from the formality.

"...No need to be polite, my half."

"Thank you for your kindness, Malika."

Radagan raised his body and looked at Marika with the same indifference, and his two pairs of pure golden eyes reflected their respective figures.

The morning breeze quietly blew across the courtyard, picking up a few fallen leaves.

"Malika, what exactly do you want to achieve by using that sinner?"

Radagon's voice quietly echoed in the king's courtyard.

Although Radagan used an inquiring tone, there was inevitably a hint of questioning in his voice.

"The emergence of the Solar Law is a huge threat to both the Golden Law and the Golden Tree. As a deity, you should be well aware that the return of the sun will do us no good."