honor me as god

Chapter 665 Displeased Conversation
As night fell, the walls of the Frozen Fortress were still brightly lit.

Because of the various changes in the tribes of the survivors of the Six Kings recently, Larsen ordered to strengthen the patrol of the city wall, especially the nighttime garrison manpower, which was directly increased by two times to ensure the safety of the country gate.

It was dinner time now, and there were many soldiers eating in the dining hall, and there was a long queue in the cooking team.

"Squeak——" the dining hall door was pushed open, and the cold air was blown in with the wind and snow. The soldiers near the door mumbled and complained a few words, but when they saw the person walking in, their expressions suddenly changed. please.

It was none other than Larsen who came in. His shoulders were covered with snow, which kept shaking as he walked. He must have just returned from patrolling the city wall. When the soldiers in line saw him, they leaned back one after another, consciously turning their backs. give up the position.

Larsen was not polite at all, he jumped to the front of the queue, forked three large chicken legs from the chef's grill, scooped away some staple food and vegetables, and began to look for a seat.

During the meal time, the dining hall was very crowded. Larsen walked around and found that there was only a place in the corner, but that seat made him very uncomfortable, because Solandelle was sitting opposite him, and he didn't want to be with this little cub. Eat face to face.

Sensing Larsen's thoughts, Solandelle felt the wickedness of some little girls, and deliberately said first: "It's okay, don't be shy, you can sit across from me, I don't mind."

This head start made Larsen very angry. If he turned his head and walked away now, he would look very impatient. In the end, he simply put down the dinner plate and sat down across from Solandelle to start eating.

Solandelle looked at the three big chicken legs on Larsen's plate, and frowned: "The food in the dining hall is rationed, and everyone should only eat one chicken leg. You take three pieces, which means There are two people who can't eat meat tonight, and you took their food."

Larsen thumped the table hard, causing the plates to vibrate. He asked coldly, "Are you not convinced?"

Solandelle said silently: "There is nothing to be dissatisfied with, I just think that what you do is unfair to other soldiers."

"Fair?" Larsen seemed to have heard some joke, and poked the commander's badge on his shoulder vigorously: "I am a general, and a general is a superior person, even if he has special treatment, even if he can be superior to others, so what about taking food? Everything here Among my subordinates, who dares to say no?"

Solandelle shook her head and said, "Do you now know why you lost power in the matter of the Crown Prince?"

"God damn it!" Larsen was stepped on his tail, and reached out to grab Solandelle's hair, ready to press her face into the dinner plate.

"Bang." Before he could catch Solandelle, Larsen suddenly felt someone slap the back of his head, and his face was pressed into the dinner plate first, and his face was covered with oil.

Garrett's voice came from behind: "Eat your food well, how old are you, you have the face to fight a child."

Larsen propped himself up on the table and sat up vigorously, his eyes widened wider than copper bells, but his face looked extremely funny because of the oil stains and food residues on his face.

Larsen stared at Solandelle, and asked coldly, "Are you satisfied seeing me being embarrassed?"

Solandelle shrugged: "You pick things yourself first, what am I dissatisfied with?"

These words made Larsen lose his temper. He ate his food in big mouthfuls. Halfway through his meal, he silently asked, "Why did you come here?"

Solandelle was puzzled: "Didn't I say it many times, my father sent me?"

Larsen raised his hand to signal to stop: "I know you were sent by Perseus, I just want to ask, why didn't you refuse this mission?"

Solandelle said without thinking, "My father has other things to do, and I want to share his worries."

"Worry sharing? Hahaha, haven't you ever thought that for a beloved little daughter like you, hiding safely in the palace is the only way to 'share worries' for him, and run out like this, no matter how many guards are around you , are all adding to his troubles." Larsen said here, his eyes became deep, and he sneered, "Admit it, you just took a fancy to this opportunity to make money, and you want to expand your network and give yourself a better future for your future journey. paving."

"You want to be the crown prince, you want to be the queen of Dogland."

The word "queen" made Solandelle silent for a moment, but she quickly shook her head: "I didn't think so."

Larson: "Really?"

Solandelle was very helpless when she was asked, so she simply drew a sun symbol on her chest: "I, Son of the Sun, Solandelle Van Dörgrand, swear to the gods, I never thought of being a Queen."

Such a formal oath made Larsen speechless. He frowned slowly, breathed out through his nose, and said disdainfully: "Then I can only say that you are a worthless guy."

Solandelle asked back, "Why do you say that?"

Larsen: "Because you have no dreams."

Solandelle: "I have a dream!"

Larsen: "What dream?"

Solandelle looked at her right hand subconsciously. Although she was wearing a thick cotton coat and couldn't see what was inside, she knew that the worn linen strip was still tied around her wrist.

It's been there ever since that day.
Solandelle looked back, she didn't want to talk too deeply with Larsen, so she said perfunctorily, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

Larsen asked again: "So, is your dream hard to come true?"

Solandelle looked preoccupied and nodded silently.

Larsen: "Since it is difficult to achieve, if you don't become a queen, how will you achieve it? By begging? By others' pity? When someone else comes to power in the future, will you beg others on your knees?"

Seeing Solandelle drooping her eyes and lost in thought, Larsen showed a mysterious smile: "Do you want to be a queen now?"

Solandelle frowned and said impatiently, "I don't want to discuss this with you."

"You should discuss it, and you must discuss it, because a living example of failure is right in front of you." The expression on Larsen's face slowly became distorted. Lott heard my story, do you know what I regret the most in my life?"

"The thing I regret the most is that I didn't kill my 'good brother' early. When I was elected as the crown prince, there were actually countless ways to kill my brothers including Perseus."

"But my heart is softened. I think everyone is a brother and sister and should not kill each other. The final result is as you can see. That despicable person took my throne, and I was put under house arrest in this piece of land. In the snow and ice."

The father was slandered, and Solandelle's expression became cold: "What do you want to express?"

Larson: "I'm teaching you a lesson. I want to tell you that if you are ambitious and want to be the top of ten thousand people, you should become bloody and ruthless, and make plans early, because when you are calculating the two elder brothers, they will They are also counting on you."

This kind of provocation made Solandelle very angry, and her voice became louder unconsciously: "You don't need to take care of our family affairs. Our three brothers and sisters are very harmonious. Don't be a poisonous snake here!"

Larsen smiled grimly, and his tone became extremely vicious: "One day in the future, when they send you to the guillotine and the knife falls, you will regret why you didn't listen to Uncle Larsen. And one of them, Will step on your blood to ascend to the throne, and then feed your dead body to his beloved hounds."

"Enough!" Solandelle slammed the dinner plate hard, made a harsh noise, got up angrily and left.

After a brief silence, the surrounding soldiers buried their heads in eating silently again, and no one said much.

While Larsen was eating on his own, Garrott sat across from Solandelle's original seat. He crossed his arms and said helplessly, "Do you feel uncomfortable all over if you don't talk cheap for a minute?"

Larsen let out a gloomy laugh, and looked sideways at the direction where Solandelle was leaving: "I'm just teaching that little cub some principles."

(End of this chapter)