shut up!The palace refuses to flirt!

"His Royal Highness, please come in." The city lord and Hessel walked in, and politely gave way at the door.

The action is very simple, but the meaning is different.The influence of the Holy See in Aynor is beyond imagination, and the existence of theocracy even surpasses the kingship.Under the system of the gods, the Goddess of Light, who is the king of the gods, is naturally extremely powerful. Similarly, as the leader of her believers—the Pope, who calls him the leader, his power once surpassed the royal families of all countries. This is obvious. It is reflected in the attitude of the nobles towards the people of the Holy See.Like now.

Of course, one of the reasons why Gerald, the earl, respects Hessel so much is that the saint is second only to the pope. After the pope dies, the new pope will choose among the saint and the saint. out.

An earl, an earl of a small principality, is more important than Her Royal Highness of the Holy See.Not to mention Hethel would come here just to deal with the spreading plague.

"Aren't Heather and Emer here?" Hesel glanced at them and couldn't find them, frowned slightly, and soon asked with relaxed eyebrows.

The city lord raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the butler behind him, Wilder hurriedly said: "Your Highness, Lord Heather and Miss Kutzke have arrived. But..." He said the two words behind him in a very low voice, and Heather I didn't hear clearly, I just glanced at it and didn't want to ask more questions.

Hesel nodded, then smiled and said, "Master Gerald, the protagonists tonight should be those two heroes who saved Tenya City, not me. You entertain them first?"

Gerald's spirit was shaken, he thought Hesel was angry, "Thank you, I will thank you, but Her Majesty the Holy Maiden is more important."

Gerald spoke sincerely, but Hessel only got a half-smile look from Hessel. Hessel turned his head and had a whispered conversation with the knight, then walked into the hall and saw the intimate figure behind the pillar The expressions of the two of them became a little weird in an instant.

Hessel walked away, and Gerald subconsciously wanted to follow, but was stopped by her accompanying knight, "Your Excellency Gerald, I think we can talk."

Gerald's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly adjusted, smiled and said hello, and walked in with the knight naturally.

"Wilder, what did you just say?" Gerald decided to ask his butler first.

"My lord, I mean," the butler hesitated, "I seem to see that Miss Heather is not feeling well, and she is resting with Miss Kutzke."

"En." The city lord nodded, a thoughtful light seemed to flash in his eyes for an instant, and the ambition to win gradually rose.

According to the process of the banquet, the city lord will give a speech first, and then the dance. The nobles can invite whoever they like. Of course, if you don’t want to dance, there is also a rest area next to it, where there are plenty of fruits and vegetables.

When the city lord walked in the middle, Yimo looked up, but when she saw Orthea, whose face was a little pale, she chose to silently pretend not to see it without hesitation.

"Are you okay?" Yi Mo asked in a low voice, with some distress in his voice.

Orthea rubbed her temples, sighed and said, "I feel... right here."

"Huh?" Yi Mo frowned, "So close?"

"Come on, you should still be able to see it, look to the northeast, what's there?" Orthea ordered with her eyes closed.

To the northeast, Immo looked over there, and the most conspicuous person was... the city lord Lucius Gerrard!

"San Francisco Gerald?"

"No, not him, who else did you see?"

"But the aura on his body is the most obvious." Yi Mo looked again carefully, then shook his head and said.

The dead air in the banquet hall seems to make Orthea very uncomfortable, but this very... very obvious breath in her eyes seems not to be perceived by ordinary people.The elf suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden eyes seemed to flash a cold glow, and he met Hessel's strange eyes from afar.

Hesel was taken aback for a moment, what kind of holy light did she seem to see just now?

"Come here." Orthea's lips moved slightly, and the cool voice sounded directly in Hesel's mind. The familiar feeling shocked her instantly.

Orthea sat up slightly, held down the hand that Immo was massaging her, took it off and held it in her hand, raised her head and looked at Hessel standing in front of her calmly, "Did you see anything? Hesel Searle."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Hesel asked subconsciously in a daze before he recovered from the shock.

Orthea raised her eyebrows slightly, and pointedly raised her chin towards the crowd, "What do you think?"

Hessel was silent for a while, "You mean... the things on it?"

"It seems that you can still see it." Orthea smiled, "Then what did you find here?"

"Elements," Hesel frowned and thought deeply, "The elements here are not normal, and the light elements are pitifully few. I thought it was because there was a plague here, and the necromancer visited, but..."

"After the Holy Light comes down, it is impossible to be so rare anyway." Orthea said next, and turned to Yi Mo, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Yi Mo was thoughtful when she heard their words, and she was not surprised when she was asked suddenly. She probably understood why, "Is there something here? It's only for you?"

"Perhaps." The elf's face turned pale again, and a strong sense of dizziness suddenly struck, and even had the impact of rushing towards the sea of ​​consciousness. This is not normal!

Orthea's golden eyes gradually darkened, and he suddenly lost his strength and fell into Yi Mo's arms. He gasped and said in a low voice, "Get out of here right now."

"Okay." Yi Mo directly took her into his arms without talking nonsense. At other times, he might still have charming thoughts, but at this time, only worry and distress are left.

She couldn't share the pain with it!

"Heather, what's the matter with you?" Hessel was surprised. She originally thought that the two of them had some relationship to be alone in this small corner—don't doubt how well-informed she was, but she didn't expect it to be true. Is it because Heather is not feeling well?

Orthea shook her head, "Hessel, immediately, immediately, get out of here and take your knight with you."

"what happened?"

"It's not easy to explain, it looks like it's aimed at me," Orthea was talking, and suddenly hugged her head, groaned, and cursed angrily, "Damn it! That idiot!"

She was in Yi Mo's arms, and she rubbed her head against a soft part that was developing, which made Yi Mo blush.However, the blond girl tried to remain calm, as if nothing had happened.

Ortheya didn't notice this. She is not in a good state now, a bit like being invaded by a certain guy's divine power.This is very annoying!She personally handled the shaping of the acting body, and she was only tricked at the source of the elf fruit or during this period of time.

The elf fruit is produced from the World Tree, and only the elf queen and the high priest can touch it. When paying tribute to the goddess, the high priest Daphne must have made it herself, so there can be no problem!She just came out of Elvish some time ago, and the tree of life was still fine at that time, so this may be ruled out!

So... Orthea thought about it carefully, and went through the process of coming to Tengya City. If that idiot has a chance to invade, it will only be caused by the holy light treatment she will perform for the whole city. A brief moment of relaxation and weakness is over.

What a... bitch.

Her Highness the Goddess of Light angrily scolded Angus, the God of Darkness, in her heart, there is no limit to how she can do such a shameless thing!What an embarrassment to our Protoss!

After running wild in her heart for a while, but with more and more dizziness in her eyes, she managed to mobilize the divine power in her body to relieve the nausea a little bit, took a breath and rolled over into Yi Mo's arms.

Calling out her magic wand with a cold face, Orthea closed her eyes and opened her consciousness with a cold expression, instantly covering the entire city lord's mansion.

She didn't believe it anymore, the third level of divine power would not be able to defeat the person sent by that bitch!

Please forgive Her Majesty for using such rude words. After all, she was furious, and anyone who was attacked by such calculations would not feel good.

Hesel and Yimo frowned the moment she opened her consciousness, feeling like she was being spied on, but they quickly moved away. It seemed that they were not the target of this consciousness.

The two of them looked at the elf who was standing with his eyes closed while clinging to the magic wand, and they knew who the divine sense came from without even thinking about it.

Gerald felt it too, and what was even more frightening was that a hoarse, unrecognizable voice sounded from the bottom of his heart.The moment the wave of communication between the necromancer and the city lord appeared, it was locked by Orthea.

The elf opened her eyes, and her icy gaze swept across the slightly fluctuating city lord, and the anger gradually burned in her eyes.

The divine power circulated quickly, and the scorching power brought by the holy fire gradually spread all over the body. Orthea took a deep breath and chanted a mantra silently while turning her palms upwards. A black lotus flower slowly bloomed, looking coquettish and evil.

Orthea's hands trembled angrily, she gritted her teeth, and crushed the black lotus in her hand with a firm grip, the golden eyes sparkled with scorching fire.

Orthea rolled up her sleeves, and when she was about to start, she suddenly remembered that there were two people watching, so she forced a slightly stiff and distorted smile at them: "Okay, I'm fine, just wait If something happens later, please remember that I am still a lady."

"Pfft." Hessel smiled, and she said, "You don't have to do this, I can understand." Hessel winked at her as she spoke.

Yi Mo's eyes narrowed, and a sense of crisis rose in his heart. As soon as he turned his head, he rushed to hug the elf without hesitation, "If necessary, I am willing to help you."

One short sentence made her position clear.

Orthea raised her eyebrows in surprise, she always felt that something was wrong with her heroine, but it seemed to be a matter of course? "That's good." The elf raised a smile on his lips, and slowly took off the mask.

The exquisite beauty unique to the elves, unexpectedly added a bit of evil charm under her dangerous smile.

In fact, her appearance was not very attractive to Heather, who had seen many beauties and was a beauty herself. However, what shocked her was that Heather's appearance was somewhat similar to Her Highness the Goddess of Light!It's not just the ordinary look-alike!

"You..." Hesel was a little speechless, and a terrifying thought that was enough to shock the entire Ainor slowly emerged in her mind-this Miss Heather is Orthea, the goddess of light they believe in!

But she didn't dare to say anything without real evidence, it would be bad if she offended someone.

Hesser hesitated for a moment, and replied under the gaze of the other party's golden eyes: "It is the responsibility of the Holy See to help the old, the weak, the sick, and the weak to maintain order."

It's just that many people now forget their original intention.

The elf raised his eyebrows and smiled, and the picture was extremely impactful.

OMG Heather smiled at the others! !This cognition made Yimo's whole body feel bad for an instant, and he immediately gave Hesel a dissatisfied look, and turned his head to look at Orthea anxiously, with a face full of expectation.

Hessel: "..." Girl, what did you imagine.

Orthea didn't pay attention to the interaction between the two, and only squinted at Gerald who seemed to be surrounded by stars in the banquet hall.

The nobles feel a little strange, and the development seems to be inconsistent with the theme of the banquet?

"Hey Andre, do you feel a little strange?" At some point, Davis rubbed against another teenager.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed boy gave him a cold look, and smiled generously, as if he was looking at a mentally handicapped boy.

Davis didn't care either. Andreas Owen was famously aloof in the circle, but he had an incomparably handsome face.He continued to strike up a conversation with a cheeky face: "Hey, didn't you notice? The theme of this banquet seems to be a bit off?"

"What aspects are you referring to?" Andre said coldly.

"Oh, look, tonight's protagonist seems to be Miss Heather? And Miss Kutzke? Oh, Her Royal Highness is also there, but none of them are on stage!"

"Oh." Andre looked indifferent.

"Also, do you feel...it seems a bit cold today? Oh my god! Is the magic thermostat broken?"

"Huh? What are they going to do?"

Davis' bluffing stopped abruptly, and suddenly turned into surprise: "My God! Is she going to release the holy light here?!"

The author has something to say: Ah, I need to wait for the rest _(:з」∠)_, you can watch Orz tomorrow