[Comprehensive] A good snake has a safe life

A long time makes people sad.

When Shelley silently chanted this sentence to the moon, the system immediately refuted her.

[It seems that life is going too smoothly to be able to recite poems with leisure. 】

Shelley let out a sigh of relief, silently carried the two cubs out of her arms, and put them aside, but the two cubs came back as soon as they touched the ground.She went back and forth several times, and finally lost to these two kings of the plains. Holding one in each hand, she felt warm at night.

"Speaking of which, which one is Ur and which one is Nugal."

Shelley turned to ask the priest, and the other party recognized it twice and then pointed to the one on the left: "Ur."

"How did you see it."

"Ur is timid and usually stays far away from me."

The great priest replied fluently: "Nugal is more courageous," and then pointed to the little lion with its butt facing him: "Don't dare to throw me with your tail."

What a special way to differentiate.

The snake girl looked down at this and that, and blew into her fluffy ears, and then saw Ur dodging, while Nugal just shook her ears, and rested her head on her chest briskly.

"Speaking of which, I am very envious of the two of them," the high priest stretched out his hand, pulled Nugal's tail and put it aside: "I can do things openly and honestly that I can only do occasionally."

Shelley smashed another lion into his face.

This kind of blatantly offensive molestation has become a daily routine for the great priest, and all kinds of miscellaneous things that are thrown in the face from time to time can also be easily taken down by the priest.Sometimes Shelley would think of how well-behaved he was when he was a child...

Ah, no, it's also very docile now, but Shelley can assure you that everything inside is already black when you cut it open.

Thinking of this, Shelley couldn't help but to praise Gilgamesh, who hadn't grown crooked yet—although the feeling of meeting him at first was bad, but now the little prince who has been domesticated doesn't show respect and love every time in front of her. But she still behaved well and would not lose her temper. If he hadn't come to give the golden cane, Shelley would have even forgotten that he had used this thing to open a small slit in her neck.

The great priest's face darkened a bit, but he still put away the cane and put it inside, leaving a space for the little golden retriever who obviously came to chat privately.

"It seems that you haven't been doing well recently." Shelley reached out and stroked his blond hair: "The hair is almost losing its luster."

"I'm not a woman." The little golden retriever moved a little away, hugged his knees and sighed: "Oh."

"What do you do when you are young and sigh like the old man?" Shelley glanced at Gilgamesh in surprise, and handed Nugal over: "Let me ravage it, don't hurt it."

"Let's keep it for yourself," the young boy glanced at her, "It's really enviable."

"Aren't you enviable, kid." Shelley couldn't bear his old-fashionedness a little bit, and reached out to ruffle his hair: "Do you think that the title of prince is thrown on the street and no one wants it?"

"Although I know someone will pick it up, I still want to complain about the hard work of carrying it." The little boy threw himself into her arms: "Now I feel that my life is worse than that of a lion..."

Shelley patted him on the back reassuringly: "Well, you also know that there are members of the royal family among the envoys. If someone wants to provoke something at that time, it's not your father, you have to deal with it."

"I feel like playing a monkey game."

"Although I think so too, it will be ugly if you lose. Don't forget that you are the son of your father and Goddess Ningsun. Don't come to me and cry when you lose face."

"I won't lose." Gilgamesh raised his head: "But speaking of it, I am the son of my father and mother, so why do I not look like any of them?"

Shelley's eyelids twitched: "Don't ask me this question."

She also wanted to complain for a long time, but the atmosphere was a bit delicate when the Lord brought it up.

"But I can't ask others, they won't tell me the truth." Gilgamesh stared at Shelley with burning eyes: "Shelley is different."

"Then wait for me to ask your father someday."

Shelley pushed Gilgamesh's head down again: "Before that, you obediently go back to practice your talents and prepare to show them off when the time comes."

"Understood." Gilgamesh added: "And Shelley, are you injured?"

"No……"

"You have a large bruise on your collarbone, it's really not..."

Shelley pushed the child away, and put on the sun-proof robe prepared by the priest.

"Go back to your palace."

Regarding the unknown embarrassment of being seen by the children, Shelley was awkward for a while, and kept refusing the great priest to appear within three meters of her.The great priest felt that he was inexplicably lying on the ground, but he didn't say much. After the envoys entered the city one by one, they started a new stage of busyness.

As for being busy, I mainly come here to seal the clay tablets that record the dialogue between God and the envoys, and sort out the gifts sent by these people, such as black-haired, black-eyed young slaves who look very docile after shaved and cut their hair, such as black-haired The black-eyed young slave who looks very docile after shaving and cutting his hair, such as the black-haired black-eyed young slave who looks very docile after shaving and cutting his hair...

"Snapped!"

Shelley huddled to the side, not daring to speak, watching the great priest accidentally pinch another clay tablet, and trembling.

It's over, it's over, it's over.

I don't know what the psychology of the monarch behind this group of people is. After learning that all the people Lagash gave her were sent to the quarry, they still sent young men of the same type to the temple in an endless stream.Now the smile on the High Priest's face became softer every day, but even the little Shamhat knew that he had to stay away from the High Priest recently.

"The Great Priest is really scary," Shamhat's eyes gleamed like obsidian: "Your Highness, please stay away from the Great Priest."

She especially explained the little golden retriever who cut corners and came to the temple again, speaking to him like honey that has just been pulled out of the honeycomb.The little golden retriever frowned calmly, and then complained to Shelley.

"Why does this guy think I'm afraid of your priest?" Gilgamesh was a little upset, probably because he felt that he was underestimated: "And why is she always staring at me, like a fly that can't be chased away?" Walk."

Shelley held her face in her hands, feeling like she knew something, and smiled wretchedly.

"People like you."

"Isn't this normal?" Little Golden Retriever was a little troubled: "Just like your priest likes you."

That's not the same.

Shelley turned his head to look at the farmland in the distance, and vomited.

"Anyway, put these aside for now. I'm here for other things." Gilgamesh said with a straight face, "Prince Aga of Kish brought envoys into Uruk yesterday."

Shelley finally became interested: "Didn't Lugal have a very bad relationship with Enme Balagesh, and let his son enter the royal city?"

"That kind of thing is not important," the young boy said very seriously: "The important thing is that you don't like the new and dislike the old."

"Do you know where to use the new and dislike the old, kid?"

"Of course the prince knows!" Gilgamesh got a little furious, stood up and calmed down, and then sat down obediently: "I just want to tell you about it, don't forget it."

That made Shelley quite puzzled.

However, the mystery was finally solved when Aga led the envoys to pay homage. The Prince Kish standing under the steps and kneeling to her in front of him had delicate features, and his short black hair looked unexpectedly refreshing.His raised eyes are like a deep pool, no matter how many rays of light are projected into them, there will be no response.

She suddenly remembered someone.

That person, like the Aga she was looking at at the moment, had a pair of black hole-like eyes.

Like the unfathomable deep sea.

"You are the son of Enme Balagosi," Shelley leaned crookedly on the throne, "Are you the grandson of Erta Saddam?"

Standing in front of all the envoys, Ajia's standing posture is like a Populus euphratica erected in the desert.

"it's me."

"You didn't have to come in person, but you did. Tell me why."

Prince Kish, who was named by the goddess, showed no fear of confounding: "I led the envoys here, just to witness with my own eyes that the legendary blessing hero Enmerka defeated my grandfather and saved the abandoned city-state Uruk. What does your goddess look like?"

He told Shelley openly that he still knew that there was a deep hatred between him and her, but it was not annoying to be so frank.The silver-haired girl who once turned into an egg and smashed someone's grandfather to death was lying sideways on the throne, without any dignified look.

"Then what answer did you get?"

From the head to the waist, hips and legs, the undulating curves are set off in the large sunlight like stone sculptures, and are carved in the eyes under the steps. , After a moment, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"I am overwhelmed by your glorious appearance."

"In other words, do you think I'm just a vase placed in a temple?"

The air was icy cold, as if it was about to freeze in the next second.The air seemed to change color as far as the line of sight could see, and under this huge change, only the aloof instigator, the priest beside her, and the prince representing King Kish could remain calm.

Although the last one doesn't look like it will last long.

"If it's as you think, I won't come to Uruk." With all his strength supporting his body, Aga's tone was no longer as calm as before: "I came this time with the will of Zababa, the god of war, and my father. The purpose is to allow Kish and Uruk to end the centuries-old dispute."

"Oh?" Shelley raised his eyebrows: "You who came here with such kind thoughts, the grandson of Erta Saddam and the son of Mebala Geshi, reminded me just now that there is a relationship between you and me who kills elders." old enmity."

"Because just being the prince of Kish is nothing ordinary to you."

After removing the mind pressure, Aga took a deep breath for a moment, with a smug smile.

"But now, you have remembered me."