How To Wear a Goddess Statue

    Eleuil: "Interrupt."

    She gave a brief account of the assassination that took place here last night.

    Mortis listened, the cheerful expression in front of the princess and her comrades gradually disappeared, and the battle-hardened evil spirit returned to the scarred face again.

    "Those people are actually attacking you." He said incredulously, "It's crazy, what good is it for them to move the last royal line?"

    "I'm going to ask the elders who are wrangling with Acht and my uncle." Eleuil emphasized the word "elder" and smiled sarcastically.

    Mortis also recalled, and scolded more and more ugly: "I know those old guys will only do a disservice, if they don't make any noise, you must be safe here. ."

    Lotus sat beside the little princess, keeping herself as a silent clerk, she looked at these indignant members of the royal guard, frowning without a trace.

    The cavalry in front of them are undoubtedly loyal, and the belief in protecting the royal family may be the first concept they accepted after they were born.

    But if that's all...

    Luodus lowered his eyes and sighed softly.

    At this time, Mortis was still patiently listening to the little princess talking about some of the situation in Catiera City, including the attitude of the noble forces in this city towards her.

      Handwriting, to say that this person has no connection with Acht City, I am afraid no one will believe it.

    Finally, Mortis got up.

    "Plenty of pieces, picking one out at random is enough to remember him for the death penalty! Her Royal Highness, wait here, we'll come as soon as we go."

    "Where?"

     "Discipline him, kill him, the royal guard has the right to execute anyone who tries to kill the royal family, and Horst can't blame us for that."

    Eleuil frowned and said rudely: "Father always said you were reckless, I can see it now."

    Mortis was dazed for a moment, and smiled bitterly for a while: "Whatever you say, for your safety, the city lord of Catiera must die."

    Seeing that this group of cavalry was about to rush out of the temple with knives and ran to the city lord's mansion like a group of robbers, Eleuil took a deep breath and said: "This time I can do Punishment, what about next time? A princess who can only be protected by the Royal Guard is just meat on the chopping block in their eyes."

    "This is the best way yet—"

    "But it's not the only way." The little princess calmly said, "I listen to me or you, am I the queen, or are you?"

    Mortis looked at Eleuil seriously again, and after a long time, he put down the long knife he just mentioned, frowned and asked: "I said, Your Highness, you don't want to go back to Ah He. Special."

    This turning point surprised Eleuil: "Isn't this what you think?"

    "No, the Royal Guard never wanted to take you back, it's just the wish of those old men." Mortis said, "My purpose is to protect you and live a good life."

 The princess can stay as far away from disputes as possible.

    But this is not Eleuil's wish, she said word by word:

    It seems that they found the difference in thinking between the two sides. The cavalrymen looked at each other, and one of them couldn't help but say: "My Royal Highness, I'm not hitting you, but it's very dangerous."

    He even used the tone of coaxing a child unconsciously. In his eyes, Eleuil is a child who has not grown up and thinks everything too simple.

    Before he finished speaking, he was slapped with several elbows, and he closed his mouth aggrieved.

    Luodus' previous concerns were fulfilled.

    The loyalty of the royal guards only comes from the blood of the little princess. They will try their best to protect her, but they will not support her as they once revered the previous king.

    These people regard the princess as the only precious flower of this one, rather than a master worthy of following.

    …Eleuil is the princess.

    The identity that let her escape from death three years ago has now become an obstacle to her way forward.

    The little princess is well aware of her strengths and weaknesses. She raised her head and said plainly, "I know you have doubts, it's okay, I will prove it to you."

    Mortis left in no hurry: "How to prove it? Our group only knows how to fight, but we don't know how to be competent."

    "Then use what you are best at." The little princess smiled slightly.

    ———

    In the open space behind the temple, a practice battle is about to begin.

    Participating parties: the little princess and the captain of the Royal Guard.

    Bystanders: The human avatar of Rhodes and a group of cavalry.

    Many tall cavalry formed a large circle, which was the venue for the duel between the two.

    The little princess was ready to fight, and Mortis was still awkward. Although he promised to give the little princess a chance to prove his ability, he really raised his wooden sword towards the little girl who was more than a little shorter than himself. He still felt deeply uncomfortable.

    The little princess sneered: "Let's talk about the draw first."

    The practice wooden sword in her hand draws several trajectories lightly in the air. She is extremely skilled, like an arm and a finger. Obviously, she has not given up practicing swords over the years.

    Mortis then became interested: "I'm quite confident, okay, let's start."

    The little princess dodged the tip of her opponent's sword, turned around and struck again, and was blocked by Mortisger. She was not discouraged by this, but flashed quickly, took a step back, and looked for the next suitable attack opportunity again.

    It was not yet noon, and the sun was not very strong, but it still brought the temperature of summer.

      There is clearly something eager to try.

    Mortis blocked the next blow again, with a steady expression and a grin in his heart.

    As soon as the battle began, he noticed that the princess' level far exceeded his expectations. She evaded extremely fast and attacked faster, like a dazzling golden ghost.

    But this does not mean that the princess is lacking in strength. When the ordinary wooden sword wrapped in the wind slashed at the sword that Mortis blocked, he was almost numb from the shock.

    This is really a little girl... No, is it the level of a minor? !

    Mortis was about to doubt life, but he didn't dare to take it lightly, because if he was a little careless, he might really lose to the opponent, although the possibility is very low... After all, the gap between strength and height is here After all, the little princess is not of the same order of magnitude as him.

    It was another block, Mortis couldn't hold it anymore, he had never been patient enough to deal with this one-hit-and-return play, not to mention that it was no way to keep blocking, he suddenly He narrowed his eyes and stabbed with a sword.

    With the reaction speed of the princess, she will definitely turn back to block the sword, but because of the angle problem, the strength cannot be exerted, and the battle will be over.

    Mortis thought very well, but Eleuil did not go as he thought. At the moment when the wooden sword stabbed, the pupils of the little princess shrank slightly, but the corners of her mouth opened a little arc.

    She didn't backhand to block at all, but twisted her body slightly, and the wooden sword attacked Mortis with an unshakable force.

    The two stopped at the same time.

    Mortis suddenly realized what was hidden under the calm covering the princess' golden eyes, it was a little bit of madness.

    He remembered that when he practiced against the previous king, the man smiled apologetically and said, "The people in our family may be a little crazy, and it's easy to forget me when we fight, are you alright?"

    "...It's really ancestral." Mortis whispered, dropped the wooden sword, and closed his eyes in admiration. "I lost, Her Royal Highness, you are much stronger than I thought."

    This sentence did not get a response, Mortis opened his eyes suspiciously, and found that the little princess was no longer opposite him.

    She ran up to the female clerk at some point, reserved and proudly said, "I won, teacher."

    The female scribe smiled a little: "Very good."

    Mortis: "…"

    Don't let your madness go away so quickly!

    The minds of warriors are often not so many. The little princess showed her strength, and they were immediately convinced.

    It's okay to be young, she can fight.

    It's okay to look petite, she can fight.

    There are also a few Lengtouqing who challenged the princess. Eleuil has rarely had the opportunity to practice with others in recent years, and he does not refuse.

    Soon, the royal guard's camp resounded with cheers such as "Good job", "This move is beautiful", "Her Royal Highness has won another game" and so on.

    At the end of each practice, Eleuil is still young, and playing too much is not good for growth.

    Under the **** of Mortis, Luo Das led the little princess back to the courtyard.

    Eleuil was really tired, and while walking, he subconsciously leaned his body weight on Luotas, and suddenly thought that he was covered in sweat, and when his movements became stiff, he had to straighten up .

    Luodus gently hugged her shoulders and said softly, "Don't be brave when you're tired."

    Eleuil's ears were slightly red: "I didn't try to be brave, I can go by myself."

    "Really? But your steps are a little shaky."

    "The teacher misread it."

    "Then I can't force you to keep leaning on—"

    "Ah, my knee suddenly hurts and I can't walk. Thank you teacher for helping me."

    Mortis walking aside: "…"

    He followed up and wanted to get down to business, why couldn't he find a chance to interject?

    When he walked to the gate of the courtyard, Mortis seized the opportunity and quickly asked: "Your Highness, you don't just want to go back to Acht, do you have something more you want to do, such as defeating Horst?"

    It was supposed to be a very serious atmosphere, but Eleuil looked a little blank.

    "Yes, I want to take back the throne." She replied calmly and unabashedly, "Why are you talking so quickly, is this a hot topic?"

    Mortis looked blank: "I'm sorry, it's my subordinate's gaffe."

    Hehe, don't say hurry up, he's afraid he won't find a space to interject when he is about to leave.

    The author has something to say:

    Mortis: Are you really the same person you fought just now? ? ?

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    Thanks to this little cutie for throwing mine, chirp!

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