Mrs. Fergus had never been so beautiful in her life.
She shuttled through the crowd, with her high chin, rose-colored skirt, and hat with a feather in it, all of which made her—
"...like a proud golden pheasant."
A lady covered her mouth with a fan and said in a low voice.
Of course, they didn't think much of the former sluts in the aristocratic circle, but now, this is different from the past.
Mrs. Fergus had a wonderful daughter.
This is enough to smooth everything out and let them hold her high.
The small Fergus house was crowded with people from all over the place.
They harbor anxiety, fear, and confusion, but also hide excitement, adventure, and excitement—
The weather has changed.
The world has changed, a new sun is rising, and perhaps, a new order will emerge.
Chaos represents opportunity.
Speculators yearn for the favor of the new god, while the old royal forces are afraid of losing power, and the former Holy See looks forward to the guidance of the new god—
Of course, they will not easily change their devotion to the light.
But the Ellen Vatican has already spread the word, the new god said that people don't need to believe in her. This means that they don't need to betray the light, so it's not too much to listen to the teachings of the new god once in a while, isn't it
If Mrs. Fergus knew what these people were thinking, she would clap her hands and say loudly: Yes, that's it!
Of course she still believes in the light.
It's just that people have to live for themselves first. It can't be that the God of Light is gone, and they will be buried with him.
Those who were buried were all lunatics.
Only occasionally, when I think of the reflection of the god I saw in the shrine, I can't help feeling regretful and sad:
Such a perfect god... actually disappeared.
Even she is sad, let alone Belia
She still remembered what it was like when that Belia was with that boy named Leslie.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Fergus smiled brighter at those handsome boys.
"Mrs. Fergus! When will God allow us to have an audience?"
someone asked.
Mrs. Fergus looked towards the stairs, but there was no movement at all. She lifted the hem of her skirt:
"Oh, let me ask."
Walking to the second floor, "Tuk Tuk Tuk", knocked on the door:
"Belia."
The door opened from the inside.
Mrs. Fergus looked over, her daughter was sitting in front of the dressing table by the window, looking at the mirror without blinking—
There was a strange feeling in her heart.
Putting aside the strangeness, Mrs. Fergus cheered up and walked over:
"Belia, don't you want to go down and take a look? You should have a new life... Don't always refuse."
The girl raised her head, her blue eyes were as empty as a wasteland.
The words choked in Mrs. Fergus' throat.
"Well, my poor boy..."
Who knows she stood up.
"Let's go."
"Are you willing?"
Mrs. Fergus said in surprise.
"You're right, people always look forward, and I still have something to say." The blond girl's eyes curled up, sparkling inside, like sadness, or other indistinguishable complex emotions , "However, I am not pitiful."
"I have gained the freedom to choose my life."
she smiles.
"Oh, oh..."
I don't know why, at this moment, Mrs. Fergus felt that the person in front of her was so strange, as if there was a different soul inside. Like countless times before, Mrs. Fergus shook her head and walked out first .
"Let's go."
she said.
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Those who could enter Fergus's house were the few nobles in the Carlo Kingdom, and the Holy See only allowed archbishops, bishops, envoys and knights with ranks to enter.
The older ones can still hold back their emotions, but the younger ones have already chatted with each other.
"After a while, people from other kingdoms will come over one after another. At that time, I'm afraid we won't even be able to enter the door."
"Will God appear? Will she live here forever?"
"I guess not. It is said that God controls countless worlds."
"Would she like to see us then?"
Ambitious, already prepared lines, planning to use what tone and what posture to surrender to the new god—
At this moment, there was a "da da da" at the top of the stairs, and the sound of leather shoes hitting the wooden boards.
That voice is so crisp, as if it has some kind of mysterious charm that can make people immerse themselves in it, making people look forward to the true face of the new god even more...
It must be beautiful, but also majestic.
Some of the beauties who have seen it and recalled it seem to be covered with a hazy veil...
The man on the stairs appeared.
Rose-purple silk dress, tall, black silk net hat slanted, blond hair, blue eyes, slightly high cheekbones, pale cheeks, bright smile a bit gaudy - when they realized that it was Mrs. My heart felt like I had experienced a high-altitude gliding.
They both breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, another figure appeared.
Fairer, nobler, with sun-kissed blond hair and a blue dress as pure as the sky, but nothing clearer—even if they try to widen their eyes, the face of the New God is to them , still not visible.
She seemed to be wrapped in a hazy veil.
Then, a sentence emerged in everyone's mind involuntarily:
God cannot be prying.
They bowed their heads humbly.
"You came to see me?"
The voice was very soft, but it was so clear that it seemed to reverberate in everyone's ears, shaking the eardrums.
Someone crawled down involuntarily, but the half-bent knee was pushed back by a gentle force.
"You don't have to worship me."
"Yes, but—"
"Didn't Bishop Bruce convey my wishes to everyone?"
A bearded man appeared separately from the crowd. Liu Yu recognized the crown and dress on him, and also saw the solemn Prince Carlo standing behind him.
"King Carlo?"
"Yes, it's me, venerable god." As if intimidated by the coercion of the new god, the sweat dripped from the forehead of the young and vigorous king. He wiped his hands and expressed his wish, "But we I am used to God's command, if you don't care..."
Liu Yu saw his insincere words.
She remembered Prince Carlo's frank confession, and the corners of her mouth curved:
"I will return the world to you, isn't that good?"
If a finger of a giant falls on the Lilliputian Country, it will cause an earthquake of magnitude ten.
If she still intervenes without authorization, then the re-established order will still revolve around her as the "new god", even if that is not her original intention—in that case, she will still go back to the old road.
Human beings are the most tenacious race. After the stubborn order is defeated and shattered, it will quickly establish a new and perfect order that is more suitable for human beings.
The crowd seemed to be at a loss.
They didn't think that God really didn't want to care about it, but that was God...
Isn't God's responsibility to maintain order and ensure fairness
But think again, what should God be like
No one can tell.
The archbishop in red took a step forward, and saluted with his right hand on his left chest.
"Respected Queen of God," he still insisted on calling her Queen of God, "You mean, no matter what happens in this world...you will not interfere, right?"
Someone yelled:
"But we are used to a world guided by gods."
"Then now, please get used to the world without the guidance of gods."
The voice came, with unquestionable determination, and then, as if to reassure them, she said, "However, if it's a flood... I will take care of it."
"My dear god, what do you need?"
Carlo raised his head more respectfully abroad.
"A quiet one. Of course, my mother likes to go to parties... Please don't refuse her."
"Of course, with the arrival of Mrs. Fergus, I don't think anyone will refuse such an honor."
King Carlo was the first to make the promise.
Others agreed one after another and extended an invitation to Mrs. Fergus.
The people from the Holy See also got a relatively satisfactory answer. After leaving precious gifts, a group of people left one after another, and the Fergus house was suddenly empty.
Only the handsome boys in that team stood up and refused to leave.
They prostrated themselves on the ground docilely, begging with their clear voices:
"God! I implore you to keep us and be your attendants!"
"Even if it's just watering your plants and cleaning your table every day!"
"We'll get a lot!"
"I can sing!"
"I can dance!"
"I can do magic tricks!"
"..."
A group of beautiful and lively teenagers chirped and introduced themselves. They were not very old, but their eyes were full of enthusiasm and ambition, which made the whole room full of vitality.
Mrs. Fergus watched, and the smile on the corner of her mouth never stopped:
"Belia, look, how cute these children are."
"Leave them alone, okay?"
"Even if I look at it every day, it makes me feel happy. Besides, we need to go to the market to invite people later, so it's good to invite them."
"We just need a Lusso!"
The teenagers answered in unison.
Liu Yu looked amusedly at Mrs. Fergus, who seemed to have become younger all of a sudden, and was about to say yes, but suddenly there was a gust of wind outside the door, and a plump and gray bird rushed in without thinking. One big wing is a gust of wind:
"spot!"
The teenagers were blown to pieces, and they couldn't stand still.
Liu Yu waved his hand.
The wind died down.
She looked at the gray spotted finch parked in the air ahead, and said in surprise:
"Scattered?"
Banban's black bean eyes stared at her with a ferocious, carnivorous illusion:
"spot!"
It said something fierce again.
Liu Yu found that she couldn't understand Banban's bird language.
"Are you okay? What about... him?"
Ban Ban stared at her again, and said fiercely to her:
"spot!"
This time, she understood:
[Baby, you are actually carrying a thief behind your back! ]
In those wet black bean eyes, the viciousness was gone, and they became aggrieved:
[Isn’t it enough for you to have Spots? ]
Spotted black bean eyes cast a cautious sideways glance at her.
Liu Yu felt that Ban Ban was familiar.