crown of stars

In the cold winter castle all year round, a conversation is going on.

"My lord, Viscount Aubrey, then it's settled." Beatrice Alaniel took a step back without a trace, away from the range of the candlelight, half of her body was hidden in the darkness.

In this way, the viscount opposite would no longer see anything.

"Oh... oh... yes, just do it like this. I will ask them to pay enough taxes to build you a temple big enough. The widows in the castle can hardly hold them, so tell them to work in the temple, Serving customers from afar..."

Aubrey laid down his bones in a dreamlike wakefulness, looking away from the rolling hills beneath his sheepskin robe.In view of the strong physique endowed by the gods to the priest, she didn't dress so heavily that she could still catch a touch of whiteness from the open skirt.

The priest of Milwyn avoided the viscount's sticky eyes, bent down as if he didn't see it, and poured hot water from the copper pot licked by the fire.Flowers float over the water, and almond oil infused with myrrh moisturizes the skin.

Her shadow was reflected sporadically on the broken surface of the water.Bright and penetrating pupils, moist and soft lips like May roses, a long rose-red rope slipped from the skirt, and a silver triangular charm was worn.

Aubrey couldn't help but licked the fat and squeezed the fingers out of the ring. The salty fat seemed to turn into the pastor's bright red lips and delicate skin.

The priest of Milwyn breathed on him and blew a free kiss.Immersed in her incomparable beauty, Aubrey completely forgot time and space. Instead of arrogance, Aubrey personally sent her to the door, watching her gracefully walk out of the gate of the lord's residence across the blooming flowerbed.

Beatrice Alaniel walked on the deserted street, and straightened her fluffy temple hair. A few falling snowflakes fell on it, and soon turned into water droplets, making her blonde hair even more brilliant.

To be honest, she didn't want to leave the swan sanctuary in Windsor for the long journey to Winterhold where there was nothing but snow.The poor land and people, the greedy and lustful lord, are a complete disaster for the slightly clean priest Milwin.

Milwin teaches her followers to find beauty, create beauty, and make or maintain a beautiful relationship.But here, except for the unpredictable colorful light in the sky and the endless white snow, she can't find any soil that can give birth to beauty and art.

Perhaps in the Battle of the North Wind, the elf king Elway and the mother of monsters died together at the moment, bursting out with a tragic beauty as bright as flames, but it has been nearly 50 years.The never-ending wind and snow in the North had already wiped away the remaining embers.

Beatrice would rather be an inconspicuous little priest in the Swan Temple, rather than receive Milwyn's vague oracle from the envious and jealous eyes of her colleagues.

The fierce north wind mixed with ice particles hit her naked skin, Beatrice suddenly realized that she was wearing less, wrapped her coat tightly, and ran towards the candlelit tavern.

Old Anna's tavern was the only one in the castle that was still open. A rough patchwork of boards stood at the door, with old and new notices layered on top of it.There was a long-haired young man standing in front of the notice board. Beatrice just cast a glance at him, and her heart couldn't help trembling.

The youth is tall and straight, like pines and cypresses growing towards the sky in the snow field.He had waist-length hair that shone with silver light, and the exposed half of his face reminded her of a quiet and empty night.

The pastor, who had been chasing love and beauty all his life, fell in love with him, and his proud appearance became insignificant and dull in front of him.

He stared intently at the sheepskin on the notice board, as if looking for a suitable entrustment.Forgetting the severe cold for a moment, Beatrice walked quietly to his side while paying attention to the notice board.

The sheepskin is old and new, and most of the ink-black writing is scratched with ocher red ore, indicating that the task has been completed.The only thing left that has not been completed is the top notice.

"Reward: Flo Bingfang, the leader of the Frost Giant Tribe, a reward of [-] gold coins." Beatrice recited these words softly, and she noticed that the young man had been looking at this sheepskin for a long time.

"Do you want to take on this task?" the pastor asked excitedly and timidly.

The young man gave her a rather indifferent look, then turned and went into the next room.The priest of Milwyn froze in place, and it took him a long time to rub his frozen cheeks and step into the tavern with a warm firepit.

Beatrice stayed in Cold Winter Castle for a few more days, watching Lord Aubrey personally preside over the foundation stone laying ceremony of the temple.The foundations and pillars are in place one by one, and the ice rock, which is a specialty of the Northland, is used—it is as white as snow, but it does not make people feel cold.As a devout believer, she personally drew a blueprint for Mirwyn's temple, and pursued the details of the temple with nitpicking.

There are rumors in the streets and alleys that there will be gods watching here.

I met that unforgettable young man again, still in Old Anna's tavern.

Beatrice lived in Anna's tavern until the temple of Mirwin, God of Love, was completed.There are not many merchants in the Northland, so she can live forever.

In the early morning twilight through the window lattice, Beatrice carelessly combed her luxuriant long hair with an ivory comb, and glanced around boredly by the window.The handsome young man opened the door and sat around with the two short guys.

Her heart jumped with joy at that moment.

Messiah drew a red circle with the ore after the announcement, indicating that he had accepted the task.

The casting in the shed does not require him to be there all the time, he will go out occasionally to complete some tasks that he thinks are easy, and by the way, give some gifts to the half-elves far away in the mage tower.Sometimes it's a set of tools that I don't know if I can use it, and sometimes it's some precious raw materials.

After the Battle of the North Wind, the aftermath of the battle between the Mother of Monsters and the Elf King spread all over the place, and the strange magical environment gave birth to many species that only grow under special conditions.Messiah spread his wings, skimmed over the edge of the high cliff, and brought them back.He didn't want to let the half-elf go just yet, for Coralie's tower was surrounded by an invisible ward, and only a devious gift could announce his presence.

Looking at the back of the postman and the faint connection with the half-elf, Messiah's increasingly manic mood seemed to be injected with a clear stream, and he continued to maintain calm.

After the casting of Isil was completed, the Messiah estimated the time, and the postman who delivered the gift a little later was about to arrive, but he still had nothing at hand.

Many merchants who have come and gone recently have been attacked and fled back in embarrassment.According to those who survived the catastrophe, after the death of the white dragon, a group of frost giants suddenly came from nowhere.

These white-skinned, light-blue-haired giants, two or three times as tall as ordinary people, waved giant axes under the cover of the stone rain, and rolled down the hillside.The frightened caravans scattered, their loads lying alone in the snow.Satisfied, the frost giants came up to loot, and some unlucky ones who didn't get far enough were taken captive.

And this tribe of frost giants is about to become the prey of others.

Messiah closed his eyes, determined to let go of the blockade on the other half of his soul, and let him go out to breathe.After each kill, he fell asleep for a period of satiety, and the Messiah was able to continue to wake up without stress.

Both Turin and Sam have followed him to slay dragons, so they don't think it's surprising that Messiah took this commission.Even in terms of strength, the frost giant tribe often captures young white dragons as pets and food.

Beatrice blushed and slammed the window shut.Milwin is the goddess of love and beauty, and her teachings never require priests to be abstinent.

She took out the bottle from the vanity box inlaid with seashells, unscrewed the cap no bigger than her little finger, and caught the olive-colored transparent liquid at the mouth of the bottle with her palm.The fragrant hair oil was applied to her golden wavy long hair, and the pink rose that was waiting to be released was inserted into a charming yet dignified bun.

The ruby ​​hangs under the round and small earlobe, reflecting an unusually bright fire.

Beatrice found the colorful belt in her carry-on bag.The belt is engraved with the image of a snake. When her delicate and soft fingertips swing, the dragon crystals in the eyes are shimmering, as if she has really turned into a poisonous snake.

Almost all priests have such a belt, and even childless women will come to the temple specially to ask for one to wear around their bodies.Milwin is the embodiment of love and beauty, and he is also in charge of sex and fertility.

Beatrice fiddled with it for a while, buttoning up her red dress expectantly.

The pastor came down from the stairs, and almost all the men's eyes were on her.The pastor fondled the blond hair thrown to his chest with pleasure, and a charming smile appeared on his red lips.

However, the outstandingly beautiful young man didn't put down his wine glass, stopped talking, and turned his cold and indifferent eyes to her.

The pastor couldn't help being a little frustrated, but he didn't give up.

The ambiguous firelight, the slender waist, and the faint fragrance wafting along with the body temperature.Reverend Milwin walked unhurriedly through the crowd, bathed in the eager eyes of the men, and accosted the Messiah.

"Gentlemen, there are not many tables left. May I join you in a table?" She asked sweetly, showing a sly smile.

The silver-haired young man was indifferent, staring at the wine in the wooden cup, not even giving her a superfluous look.The dwarves with very different aesthetics looked at the priest warily and cautiously, but the halfling who was not mentally strong turned his head obsessively, his eyes locked on her.

"Priest, if you want to sit down and finish your lunch, take away your charm first!" Du Ling squeezed the cup tightly, as if he was about to smash it on the priest's head at any time.

"But I only have this belt." The pastor complained half-truthfully, and the catkin covered his waist.

Of course all the men in the tavern wanted to see this natural beauty undress in public, but Beatrice was unwilling to do so. She just pressed the snake's eye to release the constant charm on the belt.

The halfling's out-of-focus eyes returned.

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