How To Wear a Goddess Statue

    Eleuil picked up a strand of wet hair and curled it carelessly.

    "Actually, I can see that in your eyes, is there no difference in status between me, Lena and the poor slave?"

    Luodus was silent for a moment: "But people are close and distant."

    This is the default.

    Royal aristocracy, wealthy merchants, commoners, untouchable slaves... The class divided by human beings is like a moat, and in the eyes of God, it is nothing more than the difference in the size of an ant.

    Luodus naturally didn't think so, but the queen thought she was.

    Eleuil doesn't know the real origin of the river goddess, and she doesn't know that Luodus was a human before becoming a god, just as she doesn't know the transformation of the world in the distant future.

    Because of this, the result of detaching from the truth and trying to think about the problem from the perspective of the gods is that the thinking is completely wrong.

    "I always understood that when we were still in Katiera, the expressions of the temple priests were no different from those of the hired servants." When you teach me, you show it unintentionally, so I always understand."

    Luodus sat up slightly, the gentle smile in his eyes tended to be correct: "So, what do you think?"

    Guiding the princess to recognize that everyone is equal, Luo Das actually never even thought about it. Every era has its own laws. In the present without abolishment, empty talk of equality is nothing but a castle in the air—not to mention that Eleuil is still a royal family.

    Isn't the existence of the royal family the most vivid reflection of the light and shadow of the times?

    Eleuil did not speak for a long time.

    Luodasi lowered her eyes, and just wanted to say good night to get up and leave, when she heard the other person ask in a normal tone: "Why did you choose me in the first place?"

    "What do you think?"

    Lotus throws the question back.

    "Let me say, you see me cute, you like me the first time you see me." Eleuil said without hesitation.

    As soon as these words came out, the slightly serious atmosphere before dissipated, Luo Das laughed: "Well, there is indeed a reason."

    Eleuil was stunned, as if she did not expect such a neat answer.

    Luodus continued: "You are lovely, you bear hatred and responsibility, you have a unique connection with me... But the most important thing is that you can."

    There is another reason almost as heavy as the last one.

    The young princess who clenched her hands and stood in front of the statue, looked up at her, as if she wanted to look into the soul of the statue with bright golden eyes.

    At that time, Luodus wanted to reach out.

    And she did in the end.

    However, the question was asked, but it was not the question that Luodus thought he would hear—

    "I have a unique connection with you—what does that mean?"

    Eleuil's expression was very reserved and indifferent, her eyes lit up uncontrollably. If she was really a cat, she must have had cat ears and long tails.

    Lotus: "…"

    I missed it.

    The **** looked away and said in a steady voice: "Ai Liu, is your hair dry? I should go back to rest, you also go to bed earlier, good night."

    Before she finished speaking, she pulled away to retreat.

    Behind her, Eleuil sighed.

    The shoulders are heavy, and the soft and elastic feeling of pressure falls on the back.

    Luodus stopped involuntarily, lowered his eyes, and saw a pair of slender forearms stretched out from behind, and their wrists were loosely buckled in front of her.

    The overlapping knuckles are slender and long, the nails are oval, flat and smooth, growing on the delicate and well-proportioned honey-colored fingertips, like a delicate crystal with a half moon at the bottom.

    Ai Liu's hands are really beautiful and suitable for playing an instrument.

    Looking at these hands, no one would think that they most often hold not a pen or a harp, but a majestic sword and bow.

    Before this thought turned around in his consciousness, Luo Das came back to his senses, and subconsciously raised his hand and put it on the two interlocking hands.

    "What's wrong?"

    "It doesn't matter, you don't have to tell me what that connection is, I just want to make sure it's real-" The princess' arms around her neck tightened, "Is it really unique?"

    Luodus opened his mouth.

    Maybe it’s nothing to say, about the strange echo of Aileu’s tears falling on the statue at that time, about how the existence of the princess during that time helped the gods to break free, this was originally The truth that Eleuil has a right to know.

    The words came to my lips, but I didn't know what to say.

     Say it, then what? Why is a deity trapped in a stone statue, and how should I explain the flicker that was casually made to win the trust of the sensitive little princess?

    Although there is no malicious intent, this kind of cheating is also a deception and a lie.

    At that time, Luodus was far from expecting to establish such a close connection with Eleuil. She only thought that it would be quietly watching, like any legend and story, it can help mortals to build great achievements like the gods...

    Luodus closed his eyes, nodded, and gave a positive answer.

    Eleuil said softly, "Excellent."

    She held her right upper arm, tilted her head, and the breath was full of the faint fragrance of the hair and skin of the gods, and her heart was extremely peaceful.

    The **** said she was special, which was good but not enough, because she could not confirm whether this emotion was stable or not.

    But the connection, the real connection will not be erased, not to mention this is the relationship between oneself and Luodus, and nothing else.

    "Lotus, I answer your previous question."

    "What I think, it doesn't really matter. Those poor and slaves don't care. What they want is to live well, have enough food and clothing, and shelter from the wind and rain."

    Luodus subconsciously wanted to look back, but the person behind him raised his hand to his face, gently blocking his movement.

    "I'm sorry, I can treat them as the same people, but I can't treat them as equals, not only these people, there are more - being a king means being above everyone else , I can be friendly to everyone, but I can't treat anyone equally."

    "But, I'll see them."

    See their suffering and understand their bitterness.

    This road is destined to be difficult, but she will be the one who will win in the end. At that time, no matter how bright the appearance is, it will not be able to deceive the young queen's eyes.

    "Not only poor slaves, but all who are willing to support me. I gain more strength from their trust, and they believe that I can do better than Horst, and I pay them more A good life. This is my contract with the people."

    The last sentence rubbed against her ear and echoed low.

    "I will make Solancia better than my father, and better than the previous kings."

    —you can't go wrong.

    The voice fell, and Eleuil let go of the arm around the **** and straightened up.

    She suddenly noticed that Luo Das's hair was messed up by her actions just now.

    The princess pursed her lips, raised her fingers and carefully smoothed those strands of hair.

    Due to years of training in bowing and swordsmanship, Eleuil’s fingertips have long since ground a thin layer of calluses, brushing the back of the neck and shoulders again and again, and the touch becomes clear.

    Luodus blurted out: "No need, I'll do it myself."

    "It's almost healed, even if you feel itchy, just bear with it." Eleuil said.

    It's not itchy - it's just helping with hair, this kind of touch is normal, but Luodus always feels a little uncomfortable.

    She didn't notice, the mess was straightened out long ago.

    Eleuil gently combed Luodus's long hair with her fingertips, saying that it is combing, and it may be more appropriate to use stroking.

    The hair strands were gathered on both sides, fiddled to the front, and then the back of the god's neck was exposed.

    Compared with the princess herself and most of the residents of Solancia, her complexion was too pale, as if a fresh snow had fallen the day before yesterday, which firmly attracted Eleuil's attention.

    She only hesitated for a moment, then held her breath carefully, lowered her head and put her lips on the back of Luodus's neck, and further down is a small section of slightly convex bone, very light It swept away very quickly.

    This action is too natural, and the expression on his face after raising his head is no different.

    "Good night, Lotus."

    The princess smiled softly at the god.

    "Good night... Go to bed early and don't read more than four o'clock."

    Lotus closed the door, but did not leave immediately.

    She leaned back against the door, facing the open arched window on the other side of the corridor, the moonlight streamed like silver and fell on her slightly raised blue eyes.

    Maybe it's still a little shallow, maybe it needs deeper thinking.

    However, even without the enlightenment of the wise men who are highly valued in the royal city, and without the guidance of the prime minister who has been immersed in the officialdom for many years, the princess will eventually embark on a path that is no worse than anyone else.

    If—no if, yes, she must be a good king.

    In the history without her participation, Eleuil will be admired by later generations as the uncrowned queen, of course, not just because of her great achievements.

    A commander who simply leads the battle, and future generations will only list him as a famous general.

    Only a princess who is willing and sufficient to assume the responsibility of being a king will be crowned by word of mouth after she leaves.

    If she in that poem survived...

    After waking up from the history that was destined to never repeat itself, Luo Das turned and walked towards the room next door where he was temporarily staying. At the same time, he subconsciously raised his hand and touched the back of his neck.

    The last touch just now is obviously not like a finger.

    What is a fingertip? Delusion.

    ———

    After a short stop in the city, the caravan set off again for the next trading point.

    At this time, they were not far from the royal city, and the customs and habits along the way began to gradually approach the royal city. For the princess who was forced to leave Acht at the age of nine, it seemed strange and unfamiliar. familiar.

    The closer you get to the royal city, the more the city lords are indifferent to the princess.

    Eleuil's memory is very good, so she can find that the city lords of many cities are not the same person as a few years ago. Sterling's order.

    Nine years.

    Not only did Eleuil gradually grow on the border and control his own power, but also the royal family of Horst took advantage of this period to take root in the royal city.

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    2612: You can't look at anyone, anyway, Luodus is not a person.

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