Chapter 1,56 Inheritance (Part 2)

After the banquet

While there was time, everyone looked at this half plane carefully.

The scenery of the main world is already autumn, but here, it seems that there are many peach blossoms blooming between spring and summer, and the paths are full of pink flower slices, draped on small stones.

There is no sun in the sky, but there is sunshine shining.

The lake is green and clear, and the fish are swimming.

At this moment, under a peach blossom in the distance, Alice and Rusigi were walking together.

Alice is fifteen years old. Her appearance clearly inherits the advantages of her parents. She is beautiful and youthful. She wears a druid skirt and has a high temperament. Five silver threads can be seen faintly.

Wherever we go, the guest pays respect to these two people: the daughter of God and the son of God have such glory, even those of the Holy Land are no exception.

"The young Count Tetashau is only fourteen years old and can't see many qualities. Alice is really beautiful and has a demeanor that is comparable to a real princess. She is a good marriage partner!" A female sanctuary looked at her carefully and then said.

"I can't agree. The lifespan of the Son of God is equivalent to that of the Holy Realm, about three hundred years old. Who can be equivalent to that of the Holy Realm except the Holy Realm? But which holy realm is no more than one hundred years old?"

"Whether marrying the Son of God or marrying the Goddess is a tragedy. Sons and even grandsons may die earlier than the Son of Goddess, and the families that have been married to them will be absorbed due to long-term control."

"It is also an honor to be absorbed by the Son of God, isn't it? The benefits that the Son of God can develop are so huge that even if they are absorbed, the benefits obtained are far greater than the original scope. Besides, isn't this what happened in history?" Someone said lightly: "I didn't see those absorbed families crying. On the contrary, they have all entered the most prosperous era."

These words brought a silence, and indeed, there were considerable benefits in it.

The Golden Lion Family and the Holy Rose Family in history are examples.

"The Son of God only has this title, that is, the direct children of God. From the second generation, they are only slightly higher than ordinary people in terms of quality and lifespan. Generally speaking, the Son of God or Goddess often dies after six generations of descendants. The time of the six generations is enough to make any sacred family develop, stabilize, grow, and gain a foothold."

"What I said is right. The headache is probably the Fried royal family of the Kingdom of Esk. It is a big deal to have a new family of gods born in China."

"There is still some time. Our Highness only ignites the divine fire and has not yet obtained the divine character, right? Strictly speaking, if you are qualified to become a royal family, you must wait until the His Highness condenses the divine character and the priest and holds the throne high to heaven... This will take hundreds of years."

"Not necessarily, according to my intelligence, the clergy has been determined and the divine art has been given."

“…You mean, it is already a complete true god?”

"Of course not. We beg for the divine parable, and it is said that there are other gods who will instead give the divine art."

"Hiss..." The several holy lands who heard it couldn't help but take a breath.

Giving divine art will consume the power of God, and can replace giving divine art to support the rise of a new god. This is very rare among gods, and it also proves that His Royal Highness Romon has a deep background and foundation.

The guests who came were not the only sacred lands, but also the nobles close to each other in the nearby territories were invited.

"Luxiji is only fourteen years old this year. He is such a handsome boy. I wonder if he can manage the territory." said a little nobleman who happened to be involved.

"Rugen, his father is a true god, so there is no problem at all." Sir Demerka said peacefully, old, his broad forehead was covered with wrinkles and his hair was covered with white frost.

He walked with his wife and seemed very comfortable, which shows that he was still very happy in his later years.

"Yes, his father is His Highness, and he is His Highness." The little noble named Rugen said, and woke up.

Parker County originally had Earl Camplin as the princess, although after Romon became Earl of Tettasha, he established a wealthy territory in just twenty years and became a holy land.

This only made many nobles in nearby territories surrender, but they did not form an absolute advantage. But now it is different. A true god, whose son is the Son of God, is His Highness!

Earl of Tetasha, in any respect, is already the master of Parker County.

Rugen was originally unwilling to let his son lean towards Tetashaol too early and had some conflicts with his son. Now it seems that this is the wisest investment - it can be seen from being invited.

Although there are not many substantial benefits now, this effect will continue to be reflected in the next few hundred years.

At this time, a figure appeared.

Sir Daimerka suddenly sighed, a little sad, but in the blink of an eye, he smiled again.

"My father, Lord Rugen." She curtsy slightly.

"You are Miss Irvinga?" Lord Rugen's smile illuminated the forest and said enthusiastically.

Owenna is in her thirties and looks very young, with long hair and plump breasts, and her whole body exudes a tempting scent of sexual desire. This may be because she is not married or has children, but when she looks closely, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes are still quite obvious.

"Come here and say something." Sir Demerka said, "This Lord, there is something to say to you."

Owenna hesitated for a moment and obeyed her father's orders.

"Miss Owenna, I'm going to build a small castle. I heard that there is a stone mine on your fief. I want to use the beautiful stones of your stone mine as the building material."

Owenna was stunned, and her father called her, and it turned out that it was the Lord who was for the stone, not about marriage.

Although my parents have stopped talking about it in recent years.

But when she faced her parents' old face, she couldn't help but feel guilty.

She breathed a breath of air and felt relieved: "Lord Rugen, I feel deeply honored that you chose the stones on my territory as building materials."

"That's great! Just say this to you. My housekeeper will contact your housekeeper and they will discuss a fair price."

"Oh, I believe so, too." Owenna said calmly, her eyes deep and emerald.

Her current fief is two manors and includes a hill, and just so happens that there are very good stones on the hill, which undoubtedly brings her a lot of wealth.

But why did she want these things? She couldn't help but smile bitterly.

God is above her, she is such a beautiful woman!

Lord Rugen thought to himself that from her current charm, we can see that she was young and beautiful when she was young. Unfortunately, this woman did not marry.

After a few conversations, Lord Rugen left with some regret.

Then, there was a silence of unbearable silence.

"Irvingna, I heard you have decided to change your faith? And join the church to become an apology knight?" Sir Demerka finally sighed.

"Yes, maybe I can't be a Paladin, but the Apocalypse Knight is also good." Owenna said casually: "As for the territory, I don't think it's necessary. My younger brother and sister can be divided into one piece, especially if you give it to your younger brother, maybe our family is not far from the Lord."

The answer to her was just another old man's sigh.

When talking about this topic in the past, parents would be furious, but now they only have this sigh.

"You have chosen for a lifetime, and now I will not stop you." Sir Demerka finally said.

My father's words made Owenna feel relieved and made her feel desolate.

The light sprinkled on the leaves and formed spots. Over the past fifteen years, she has been silently struggling and enduring, and she has chosen again and again.

Princess Qianniya and Prince Madouai, holding their arms, walked slowly along the path.

"You decided?"

"Yes, I have also obtained the consent of my father. After this banquet, it is said that the church will undergo a great baptism and be formally established, and I will participate in the baptism."

"I was originally a pastor. As long as nothing unexpected happens, I will still be a pastor after being converted. When His Highness's church was first established, I can have a place. I believe His Highness will help you ascend the throne."

"However, this is also the last time I have helped you as a member of the royal family and help the royal family. After baptism, I am your nobleman." Princess Qianniya said simply and frankly.

"Do you think grandfather and uncle will choose this way?" When the matter came, Prince Madouai was still a little uneasy.

"Medouai, this means you are still young. According to the current situation, this is almost certain, but it basically means that you and Alice are not a good match."

"You inherit the throne, which means the great goddess Seisidi. Alice is the Son of God, representing His Highness Romon. It is unlikely that the two gods will be united."

"Although the blood of the two great gods is not without, it is very rare. At least there is no sign of a profound alliance between His Highness Romon and Goddess Sesidy."

"In the future, the road will depend on you, and it is unlikely that you will truly rely on His Highness Romon and me anymore. You have to grasp it yourself." Princess Qianniya almost treated him as her son, "However, with such a big card, no one can object to you. The territory and knights left by your father can help you through the most difficult stages."

"The glory of the Kingdom of Esk, the Royal Family of Fried, and the goddess Sesidi will be handed to your hands."

Prince Madouai was speechless and sad when he heard this.

"Let's go, the banquet grass is ahead. I think the banquet is about to end. We must say hello to the host. Maybe this is the last time I really saw Romon."

When he said this, the light shone in through the peach forest. Prince Maidouai could clearly see that his aunt was still very young and beautiful, with sadness and melancholy on her face.

This is a pain of isolation from heaven and man.

A pain that can only hold dreams.
Chapter completed!