Itiner, Luxurious City, King's Castle.

The door of the king's study was pulled out by the guards.

A young woman had been waiting for a long time, and was summoned by His Majesty and walked in from outside.

She straightened her upper body straight, swung her arms, and her steps were strong and powerful.

Iron boots knocked the marble floor upright.

"His Majesty, the King."

The visitor knelt on one knee and placed his right hand in front of his knee.

In front of her, behind the wide mahogany table was a strong middle-aged man.

She was wearing a gorgeous fox white velvet robe, with long black hair neatly tilted to the back of her head, and a golden moon-shaped crown on her head.

Her scepter was placed on the wide mahogany table, and on the white wall was the sword she once relied on to become famous.

His Majesty the King is working at his desk, with a meticulous look.

"You have to be welcome." The king of Yitnell raised his head, his pen tip still stayed on the letter, his black eyes were deep and charming, and his eyes were calmly looking at the person.

The young lady who came in was wearing a very cool body, with only a fox fur skirt with thighs and a linen short-sleeved shirt on her upper body.

The two snow-white thighs and arms were exposed, and there seemed to be no idea of ​​the cold.

The other party had long dark purple hair, which was neatly combed behind his head and tied into a tall ponytail.

There seemed to be a trace of dissatisfaction with the hot weather left on that childish face.

However, the king knew that her actual age was much older than she looked.

The visitor stood up from the ground and stared at His Majesty with a calm look.

After a moment, a smile appeared on the king's face.

"It seems that you have not adapted to the weather in the south yet." She put the paper and pen down, laughed, and the beautiful crow's feet spread out from the corners of her eyes. "You know, it's late autumn here, and people are going to change into thicker clothes."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The visitor smiled, "You know that I have long been used to the eternal cold in the north. From the day you sent me, I have become a frost man."

"Haha." The king laughed loudly, "So you blame me?"

"No, I don't have the courage." She smiled and fanned her ear with her hands. "But I really miss the humid and delicious food in the south. I still remember dragon fruit and bananas, and sweet jackfruit."

"You can eat as much as you want. If you look for Dylan, she will treat you well." The king said generously.

"Then thank you for your majesty first."

The other party gave a slight salute.

"However, speaking of Prime Minister Dylan, on the way I came," she smiled, meaningful, "I seemed very angry when I saw Prime Minister Dylan, as if I were talking about taxes."

"Oh, that thing." The king's face changed slightly, and his eyebrows were slightly frowning, "You might be furious about the believer tax collected by God. After all, there are only so many people working in Yitnair, and his contributions are limited.

The country and the God Association both have to collect taxes at the same time, and they will definitely not be able to bear it.

The one that was thrown back in the end was definitely a difficult problem. Dylan was not easy either."

"People cannot starve to death. The country needs to operate, and of course it also needs money." The visitor frowned slightly, his eyes full of anger, "The people from the God Society are too much. It's actually at this time..."

The king shook his head, "Stop talking about this, is there anything important about you?"

"Me?" the other party showed a sly smile, "I'm afraid I'm here to cause trouble for you too. You know the frost giants in the north."

"Okay, I understand." The king sighed, "You go and find Dylan, he will arrange it for you. I just said that I agreed."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The other party put his right hand on his chest and bowed deeply.

"Don't come to me in the future." The king frowned and said, "I will look for you next time."

"Okay Your Majesty."

The visitor nodded slightly, but did not intend to leave immediately.

"Oh, by the way." She teased the long hair in her ears with her hands, and looked at the king with her eyes wandering, "I heard something on the way here."

The king raised his eyes slightly and stared at her tightly.

A smile appeared on the corner of the visitor's mouth, "It is said that Lord Saiya was on the envoy to Sekored, bringing back Yitnell's new Selected Person."

The king did not speak, his face was deep, like a cloud covering the sky.

"Is that child?" The visitor curled his smile and his expression became extremely solemn. "I remember sixteen years ago, Yitnell's Chosen..."

The king's hands were slightly clenched, "Z, this matter has nothing to do with you."

But the other party didn't stop, "You wouldn't want him to return to the temple directly, right?"

She thought for a moment, looked up at His Majesty the King, who was in his prime, and said, "This is a great opportunity for us. God has intervened in so many things over the years.

It is because there is no chosen one, so the messenger of God is the only one who can cultivate the tree of life.

It is precisely because of this that we are afraid of her everywhere.

I am afraid that she will not take good care of the sacred tree, and I am afraid that the sacred tree will wither.

Once there is no fruit of life, it means that Yitnell has no new population, thus leading to death.

So we endure it again and again, watching the Gods grow stronger, watching their Templar Knights and Local Gods become more and more armed, and stronger...

but……"

She raised her head and looked at the king with a scorching eyes, as if the ideal in her heart was ignited-

"It's different now. As long as the chosen one masters the method of cultivating the tree of life, there is no need for the messenger of God to exist, we..."

"Z!" The king's face was shocked, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

The visitor was slightly stunned and immediately reacted.

"Sorry. Dear Your Majesty."

She was so scared that she quickly bowed and bowed her head. At this moment, she suddenly remembered that the person in front of her was no longer the Grand Duke from sixteen years ago, but the supreme ruler of Yitnell, the master of Haoyue City, and the current King.

The king's chest fluctuated and it took a while to ease.

She waved her hand and stood up from the chair.

The mahogany chair rubbed against the marble floor with a harsh sound.

"I've sent someone to pick him up," she looked at the other person with a gentle look, "so don't worry, he'll be back here."

"Your Majesty is wise."

The visitor lowered his head tightly, his whole body trembling.

It was not so much because of the fear of the king's anger before, but rather because of the arrangement she made her feel excited afterwards.

Let’s go to Your Majesty first, not the temple, so that you can plant seeds in the hearts of the chosen ones first...

She smiled with relief and quietly sorted out the entire plan.

A moment later, the northerner raised his head from the ground and looked up at the king, "Do you really not tell him about the Selected One?"

The king's face was slightly shocked.

But she immediately understood what the other party was saying.

"No, no." The king said firmly.

After a pause, she shook her head, "At least not now."

His Majesty the King sat back on the throne, his face gloomy, and the light in his eyes flashed and darkened. "Let him know that before he has been tested, it will only cause unnecessary trouble. You must know that there are still eyes looking at us."

"You mean—the one in the temple?"

"But fortunately," the corner of the king's mouth raised slightly, "After the Chosen returned, we can get rid of that person's shackles."

She put her hands on her chest and sighed heavily—

“The premise is that the chosen one is loyal to us.”

Not God's Society.
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