In the lounge outside the banquet hall, the black-haired teenager stared at the paintings in front of him with expressionless expression, as if he was a critic with high aesthetic requirements for art, but Luo Ya was actually very uneasy at this time.
After the spell was sealed, Roja’s perception was much worse, but even so, he knew who he was being watched. The reason was simple, because the other party did not hide his sight at all, making Roja always feel like Mans on the back.
Sharp phantom pain appeared frequently, but the black-haired teenager's face was unmoved, because he knew that as long as he was still in this public place, no one would dare to do anything to him.
The lofty status of the king is not mentioned for the time being. Now he is a guest of the goddess. Any harm he receives will put the master of the goddess to shame. Even if it is a guy with a **** head, other patriarchs will definitely People stopped.
As for poisoning or something, it is even more impossible. For the time being, let’s not say whether the existence of choosing the king can be poisoned. Playing this kind of trick around the mother **** is completely mentally retarded. The existence that can change the world can just use a spell. Can save him back.
There is no need to worry about the safety of life for the time being, at least before the end of the dinner, this is Luo Ya's judgment, and after calming his mind, Luo Ya also began to think about the reason for this line of sight.
There is no love for no reason in this world, and naturally no hate for no reason. As a king chooser, you must come into contact with a lot of various races, but there are not many Loya who hate him. After all, the profession of choosing the king is There are contracts with various races.
In this world, neither the kings nor the gods of various races are eternal, and the choice of the king can bring them back to the world. This temptation is by no means comparable to other things, and although the status is lofty, they leave in Shia The post-election king should have been suspended for a long time, and it is difficult to get revenge.
On the other hand, according to the letter Roja received before and the information collected, the ancestor of Roja should be neutral before that, not close to the mother god, and no acquaintances. There may be little bitterness.
If you look at it this way, could it be the hatred that I incurred after the replacement?
Luo Ya's face became serious when he thought so, and he hurriedly glanced at the evaluation in the system.
【Evaluation: Medium (63)】
"..."
Staring at this is nothing unusual, and even a few comments have risen, the black-haired boy fell into contemplation.
The small increase in these points, Roja thought, should be the points gained from the previous conversation with Edvia. Since the points have increased, it must be a good thing, that is to say, the evil **** in the library still has an impression of him. Yes, but there should be no changes on the mother god's side.
Can you attract hatred without change?
Thinking of these, the black-haired boy was puzzled. After thinking about it carefully, he found that he hadn't done much except lying flat, but what Luoya didn't know was that it was his tripping that caused the other party's strong jealousy.
In the distant room, looking at the black-haired boy who seems to be appreciating the painting, Michel, whose face is also not fluctuating, is actually not at peace. The reason is the decision of the mother goddess in the previous meeting.
Mother god’s dinner, this is a very grand event in the **** tower, but in fact, at the beginning, the mother **** did not intend to hold a dinner, but wanted to meet Roja alone.
Michelle opposed such a decision on the spot, and the reason was very simple, because once the two were left alone, the mother goddess who was originally imaginative would surely be deceived by the chosen king again, and thus be soft-hearted, even in the worst case. It may be let go and cause catastrophe.
Michelle has such worries, and other patriarchs who know the mother **** are also worried. Seeing this situation, the mother **** can only change and decide to hold a dinner, but even so, her sensibility towards Loya remains unchanged.
Michelle, who was worried in his heart, slowly retracted his gaze and looked around, and found that the patriarchs of other races did not come forward to talk with the king, but were gathered together in twos and threes to discuss something, obviously waiting. The result after the dinner.
There was no support, but there was no hindrance. This was the result that Michelle had expected. After the leisure and social time lasted for a while, the sunset outside the window began to slowly slide towards the eastern horizon, a pleasant but not noisy moment. The bell rang in due course.
"My lords, it's sunset now, and the restaurant has been set up. Please take your seats in advance."
The maid who leaned slightly over said politely and generously, and the voice rang across the vast space of the lounge in everyone's ears. Seeing this, Roja raised an eyebrow, and after thinking for a moment, he walked forward first.
Seeing Roja taking the lead in such a positive manner, the other guests were taken aback, staring at each other for a few times and then followed into the magnificent gate. At this time, Roja's eyes were wide open.
The restaurant inside the gate still occupies a very large area, but it is different from the general banquet hall. Instead of using bright warm colors, it uses a silvery white noble style. The reason can also be guessed by Luo Ya, 90% of the time. It's because of the savior.
Unlike the mother **** who represents the moon, the savior is also known as the sun god. The bright and warm yellow light itself is imitating the sun's rays, so naturally it will not be used for the mother **** who is a deadly enemy, but it has to be said that this silvery white The style with crystals really does not have a sense of beauty.
"Choose Lord King, your seat is here."
Under the leadership of the waiters, Luo Ya walked all the way to the front of the long table and took a seat on the first chair to the right of the main seat. The other guests also found their places under the guidance of the waiters. What the black-haired boy did not expect was that not only did he not relax after sitting down, but the situation was even more severe than when he was in the lounge.
At this moment, on the left hand side close to the main seat, the person directly opposite Roya was already sitting. It was a middle-aged highland elf with a handsome face and sharp eyes. Even when the curse power was sealed, Roya was already seated. Can vaguely feel its strength, and the seat shows its status.
Is the patriarch of the highland elves?
The young man who was so sure in his heart was about to say something. He suddenly felt a familiar discomfort against his face. He stared intently at the man in front of him. Luo Ya's golden eyes couldn't help but shrink, and he was immediately convinced that the owner in the lounge was looking right. It's Michelle.
At the moment when he understood the source of the crisis, Roja's face changed for the first time. Others did not mention it for the time being. The Highland Elf's hostility towards him was unexpected and one of the worst.
Due to the origin of [loyalty], the highland elves have always been the mother god’s most important confidant, and even assisted in the management of the [six plagues]. Such status and status are by no means comparable to ordinary races, and they are also very important to the mother god. Influence.
Roja, whose face was hard to look tight, suddenly felt that the dinner might not be as smooth as imagined. At the same time, the sunset on the horizon completely fell into the depths of the horizon, and the silvery moonlight came from the sky. Sprinkle.
When the moon appeared, the guests who had been talking to each other sat up straight, and at the end of the room, a fuzzy phantom also appeared and slowly turned into reality.
Mother god, has come.
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When that dreamlike phantom appeared, everyone present could not help but hold their breath. This was not because of fear, but the strong sense of existence that made people do this subconsciously, just like facing some greatness. When it exists, people will subconsciously remain in awe.
The phantom in the air gradually solidified over time, and the mother **** appeared in front of Roja as in the past, followed by the sound of tables and chairs moving.
After the mother **** appeared, the many ministers present stood up and bowed slightly to the mother god. This is the custom of the dinner party, and it is also an unnecessary rule. But seeing other people behave like this, the black-haired boy was slightly taken aback. Also immediately stood up.
No, I don't understand the common sense of this era at all.
The black-haired boy who was thinking this way tightened in his heart, calmly used the leftover light, copied the movement of Michele next to him, and clenched his hands tightly on his chest and leaned gently.
Although in the previous chat with Adoya, the girl did not mention this etiquette, but Roja still knows the politeness of standing up and saluting when the master showed up, but what made the boy a little puzzled was that he did At the moment of this movement, there was an imperceptible fluctuation in the direction of the mother god, and Michel, who was not far away, stared with an ugly expression.
Ok? what's the situation?
The unexpected reaction made the black-haired boy with his head down slightly puzzled. However, what he didn't know was that after seeing his salute, the mother goddess had already slightly clenched her hands, her heart was very excited, and the reason was very simple, because Luo Ya actually doesn't need to salute her.
The person who chooses the king is an existence that was granted crowns of various races in ancient times and signed a contract with the king of races to supervise the existence. Its special status was given by Shia and Shia's closest courtier. He had various preferential treatments and had a very high status. .
Normally, no matter how noble the existence is, the one who chooses the king only needs to bend over slightly, and other people must not blame it, because the only person who can make him salute is Xia, who is the original goddess.
Could it be...he accepted me?
Looking at Loya, who was leaning over to salute, such a thought flashed in the mother god's heart. The heart that had been shaken by Michel and others' resolute opposition suddenly became firm, and the gaze toward the young man became softer.
Sure enough, he was just blinded, as long as he had a good talk, everything was still too late.
Under Roja’s actions, the mother goddess was greatly encouraged, and the balance in her heart tilted further towards the young man, but on the other side, seeing such mother goddess, Michelle became anxious and looked towards the black hair. The boy's eyes were full of alertness.
The patriarch of the highland elves never expected that his opponent had such an identity, and he was so cunning. He just used etiquette to get the favor of the mother **** when he met, and he could break the rules and lower his identity so much. It is also great.
He must be removed, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous!
Once again made up his mind, Michel gritted his teeth, and after the mother **** nodded slightly, the people who saluted also took their seats again. The dinner officially began, and the waiters stepped forward one by one, serving exclusive delicacies to the guests of all races.
While waiting for food, Roja, who knew that many words would be lost, did not take the initiative to speak. However, it seemed that it was due to the unintentional behavior of the teenager. After a long silence, the mother **** suddenly seemed to be courageous and turned. The head looked at the boy and asked a question.
"Are you... still used to living here last night?"
"...Well, it's okay."
Facing the mother god's whispered questioning, Luo Ya was a little surprised. After a pause, he gave a satisfactory answer. When the young man's reply was heard, the black-haired and golden-eyed woman nodded and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
No matter how good the environment of the pagoda is and how perfect the service is, it still cannot change the fact that Luo Ya is under house arrest. The mother god’s question just now is to test the young man’s attitude towards this, and from Luo Ya’s answer, He didn't seem to care about it very much.
After such a brief exchange, the dishes were served on the table one by one. Roja, who participated in this multi-ethnic dinner for the first time, couldn't help but look at it more. He found that the blood on the plate of the blood family around him was a full moon outlined in blood, opposite. The Highland Elves are mostly vegetarian, and his meals are the same as the mother goddess.
The teenager who discovered this couldn't help being a little surprised, and the mother god's explanation also came to his ears.
"Because I don't know your preference, so it is the same as me. If you don't like it..."
"No, I am not dissatisfied, thank you for your hospitality."
"......Ok."
Hearing Luo Ya's answer, the black-haired and golden-eyed woman seemed a little happy, and nodded slightly in response after a moment of silence.
The dinner party thus entered the eating stage. With the appearance of various delicacies, the tense nerves of the guests gradually relaxed and began to be attracted by the food. After the mother goddess said that they could talk freely, the table gradually became lively.
The conversations of different races sounded at the dining table, which was slightly messy but not noisy. Everyone knew that the protagonist of this dinner was not them, so there was no pressure. Just pay attention to the movement of the front theme while talking. The reason is also very simple.
For this kind of group dinner, gathering is not the main purpose. The most important part is social interaction. Even if it is for etiquette, you must talk to people around you. Otherwise, those who are left out will be regarded as unwelcome people. Ya and the others would definitely be able to talk, but in fact, the black-haired boy at this time was indeed preparing to say something.
Roja did not understand the banquet arrangements of this era, so he could not guarantee that he would be able to see the mother goddess after the dinner, so he had to say what he wanted to say as soon as possible. Therefore, after a little hesitation, the black-haired boy raised his head and looked towards The theme.
"Master Mother, I have something to tell you a little bit."
"Hey?"
The sudden call came from the boy, and the mother **** who was thinking about how to ask Roya's thoughts was slightly startled. It was as if he was greeted by a child who hadn't seen him for a long time, and looked a little panicked. And seeing this reaction, Roya He blinked strangely.
"Master Mother God?"
"No, nothing? What do you want to say?"
"What I want to say is that although some unpleasant things happened to us last night, I must clarify that everything that happened before is a misunderstanding."
"misunderstanding?"
Hearing Loya's words, the mother goddess's golden eyes lit up slightly, and Michelle on the opposite side frowned deeply. The black-haired boy ignored the reaction of the Elf patriarch, but continued:
"Yes, Lord Mother Goddess, you thought I wanted to stay away from you and go to the savior, but this is actually a misunderstanding. My neutral position has never changed. Last night I just took refuge in the place where I was invited by my angel friends. "
"Refuge...what's going on? Michelle."
Under Roja’s explanation that was completely different from the information he had learned, the mother **** couldn’t help but looked at the middle-aged elves on the other side in doubt, but Michel, who provided the information, did not panic. Instead, he smiled coldly after hearing the words. , His eyes stared at the opposite boy like a falcon.
"Dear Mother Goddess, I can assure you that there is no problem with our intelligence. Since the elect of the king said this is a misunderstanding, then please let me ask a question. Who is your friend of the angel race? "
"Archangel Lamia."
Facing Michel's questioning, Roja replied decisively, showing an open attitude. However, what he didn't expect was that Michelle smiled after hearing his answer and immediately stretched out his hand. He went into his pocket and slammed a document on the desktop.
"Snapped!"
In the crisp sound, Roja's golden pupils shrank slightly, and he intuitively felt that something was wrong, and Michelle's words followed.
"Archangel Lamia, this is really a familiar name, Mother Goddess, this is the information we have been collecting about Lamia. We have sufficient evidence to show that Lamia is the savior of the angels. The chess piece, and its role is to contact the king-chosen in the name of neutrality!"
"!"
Under the accusation of Michelle's righteous words, the woman in the main seat widened her eyes and looked at Roya in disbelief. At this time, the black-haired boy's face was as solemn as water.
There is a problem with the angel race. Roja discovered this when he found out that the words of the **** blessed warrior who escorted him away were full of goodwill for the savior, but what he did not expect was that Michelle actually investigated this nominally neutral race. It's so clear that there is even evidence.
"Sorry, Lord Mother, I don't know about this."
Facing Michel's accusation, Roja was helpless and could only pretend to be ignorant and shook his head in denial. However, what he never expected was that Michelle stretched his hand into his pocket again after hearing his words.
"Really? It seems that the king is very good at amnesia."
The middle-aged elf with sarcasm said so, took out a document again, and smiled as he opened it:
"Then let me remember for you, where is your destination?"
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