Mrs. Fergus has never been so beautiful in her life.
She shuttled in the crowd, her high raised chin, rose-colored skirt, and a hat with a feather all made her--
"...Like a proud golden pheasant."
There was a lady who covered her mouth with a fan, low and down.
Of course, they don't really appreciate the slut in the aristocratic circle, but now, it's different now.
Mrs. Fergus has an amazing daughter.
This was enough to smooth everything out and let them confess her high.
The small Fergus house was crowded with people coming from everywhere.
They harbor anxiety, fear, and dazedness, but also hide excitement, adventure, and excitement--
The sky has changed.
The world has taken on a new look, the new sun is rising, and perhaps a new order will emerge.
Chaos represents opportunity.
The speculators longed for the favor of the new gods, while the old royal powers were afraid of being left behind. The former Holy See looked forward to the guidance of the new gods.
Of course they will not easily change their devotion to the light.
But the Holy See of Ellen has already spread the word, and the new god said that people do not need to believe in her. This means that they don't need to betray the light, so it's not too much to listen to the teachings of the new gods occasionally, right?
If Mrs. Fergus knew what these people thought, she would clap her hands and say loudly: Yes, that's it!
Of course she still believes in the light.
It's just a human being. First, you have to live for yourself. The god of light can't go away, they will be buried together.
Those who died were lunatics.
Only occasionally, thinking of the reflection of God I saw in the shrine, I can't help feeling regret and sadness:
Such a perfect god... actually disappeared.
Even she is sad, let alone Bellia?
She can still remember how that Beria looked like when she was with the boy named Leslie.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Fergus smiled brighter at those handsome boys.
"Mrs. Fergus! When will God allow us to meet?"
Someone asked.
Mrs. Fergus looked towards the top of the stairs, there was no movement at all, she lifted the skirt:
"Oh, let me ask."
Walking to the second floor, "tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk", knocked on the door:
"Belia."
The door opened from the inside.
Mrs. Fergus looked over. The daughter was sitting at the dressing table by the window, looking at the mirror without blinking-
There was a slight strangeness in her heart.
Putting away the strangeness, Mrs. Fergus cheered up and walked over:
"Belia, don't you go down and take a look? You should have a new life... Don't always refuse."
The girl raised her head, her blue eyes as empty as a wasteland.
Mrs. Fergus' throat choked.
"Well, my poor child..."
Who knows she stood up.
"Let's go."
"Are you willing?"
Mrs. Fergus was surprised.
"You're right, people always have to look forward, and I still have something to say." The blonde girl's eyes were bent, sparkling in them, like sorrow, or other indistinguishable complex emotions. "However, I am not pitiful."
"I have obtained the right to freely choose my life."
She smiled.
"Oh, oh..."
I don't know why. At this moment, Mrs. Fergus felt that the person in front of him was so strange, as if there was a different soul in it. Like countless times before, Mrs. Fergus shook her head and left first. Get out.
"Let's go."
She said.
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Those who can enter Fergus's house are the great aristocrats counted in the Caro Kingdom, and the Holy See powers only allow archbishops, bishops, and envoys and knights with ranks to enter.
The older ones can still hold back their emotions, and the younger ones have already chatted with each other.
"In a while, people from other kingdoms will come over. At that time, I'm afraid we won't even be able to enter the door."
"Will God appear? Will she always live here?"
"I guess not. It is said that God controls countless worlds."
"Then she would like to see us?"
Ambitious, ready to speak, and plan to use any tone and posture to surrender to the new god--
At this moment, there was a "da da da" at the top of the stairs, and the sound of leather shoes tapping the wooden board.
The voice is so crisp, as if it has a mysterious and immersive charm, which makes people even look forward to the true face of the new god...
It must be beautiful, but also majestic.
Some people I have seen, and then recalled, the beauty in that memory seems to be covered with a hazy veil...
The man on the stairs appeared.
Rose and purple silk skirt, tall, black silk hat diagonally worn, blond hair, blue eyes, slightly high cheekbones, pale cheeks, and a slightly vulgar smile-when they realized that the person was Mrs. Fergus, everyone All of my hearts seem to have experienced a high-altitude gliding.
They breathed a sigh of relief in unison.
And then, another figure appeared.
More graceful and noble, the blonde hair seems to have been kissed by the sun, the blue long dress is as pure as the sky, but, if you are a little clearer, there will be nothing-even if they try to widen their eyes, the face of the new god will come to them Said, still not visible.
She seemed to be trapped in a hazy veil.
As a result, a sentence emerged involuntarily in everyone's heart:
God must not spy.
They lowered their heads respectfully.
"You come to me?"
The voice was very soft, but it was so clear that it echoed in everyone's ears, shaking the eardrums.
Someone crawled down involuntarily, but the half-bent knee was pushed back by a gentle force.
"Don't worship me."
"Yes, but-"
"Didn't Bishop Bruce convey my wishes to you?"
A beard-faced man appeared apart from the crowd. Liu Yu recognized the crown and dress on his body, and saw the solemn Prince Carlo standing behind him.
"King Carlo?"
"Yes, it's me, dear God," as if shocked by the pressure of the new god, the young king's sweat dripped from his forehead. He wiped it and expressed his will, "but we have already If you are used to God's rule, if you don't care..."
Liu Yu saw that he was insincere.
She thought of Prince Carlo's frank confession, her mouth bends:
"I will return the world to you, isn't that good?"
If a giant's finger falls on the Lilliputian, it will cause a magnitude ten earthquake.
If she still intervenes without authorization, then the order to be re-established is still to revolve around her "new god", even if it was not her original intention-that way, she still walked back to the old way.
Human beings are the most stubborn race. After the stubborn order is crushed and broken, it will soon establish a new and perfect order that is more suitable for human beings.
The crowd seemed at a loss.
They didn't expect that God really didn't want to care, but that was God...
Isn't God's responsibility to maintain order and ensure fairness?
But think again, what should God be like?
No one can tell.
The cardinal took a step forward, placing his right hand on his left chest and saluting.
"Respected Queen of God," he still insisted on calling her the Queen of God, "you mean, no matter what happens in this world in the future...you will not interfere, right?"
Someone yelled:
"But we are used to a world guided by gods."
"Then now, please get used to a world without the guidance of gods."
The voice came, with unquestionable determination, and then, as if to calm their hearts, she said again, "However, if it is a flood...I will take care of it."
"The respectable god, what do you need?"
Carlo Abroad looked up more respectfully.
"A quiet one. Of course, my mother likes to attend banquets...Please don't refuse her."
"Of course, with the arrival of Mrs. Fergus, I don't think anyone will refuse such honor."
King Carlo was the first to make a promise.
Others agreed, and invited Mrs. Fergus.
The people of the Holy See also got a relatively satisfactory answer. After leaving a precious gift, a group of people left one after another, and Fergus's house was suddenly empty.
Only the beautiful team of teenagers stood up and refused to leave.
They lay down on the ground docilely, begging with their clear voices:
"God! Please stay with us and be your attendant!"
"Even if you just water the flowers and wipe the table every day!"
"We will get a lot!"
"I can sing!"
"I can dance!"
"I can do magic!"
"..."
A group of beautiful and lively teenagers whispered themselves. They are not very old, but their eyes are full of enthusiasm and ambition, making the whole room lively.
Mrs. Fergus watched, but the smile at the corner of her mouth never stopped:
"Belia, look, how cute these children are."
"Keep them, OK?"
"Even if I look at it every day, it makes people feel happy. Besides, we still need to go to the market to invite people in a while, so please invite them."
"We only need a piece of Russo!"
The teenagers answered in unison.
Liu Yu amusedly looked at Mrs. Fergus, who seemed to be suddenly younger, and was about to say yes, but saw a gust of wind outside the door, and a plump, gray bird rushed in without thinking. A big wing is a gust of wind:
"spot!"
The teenagers were blown up and down, and they couldn't stand still.
Liu Yu waved his hand.
The wind went out.
She looked at the gray-spotted finches in the air, and said in surprise:
"Spotted?"
Shaban's black bean eyes stared at her, with the illusion of a fierce carnivore:
"spot!"
It was fierce again.
Liu Yu discovered that she couldn't understand the splattered bird language.
"Are you okay? What about... him?"
Shaban glared at her again and said fiercely at her:
"spot!"
This time, she understood:
[Baby, you are stealing a man behind your back! ]
In those wet black bean eyes, the ferocity was gone, and he became aggrieved:
[Isn't it enough for you to have spots? ]
The spotty black bean eyes slanted her carefully.
Liu Yu felt that this spot was familiar.