honor me as god

Chapter 947

(two in one, today and tomorrow)
On the 1st of Dilu, the calendar was turned over and came to the 527th year of the Huoyao calendar.

The hustle and bustle of yesterday's war has long since come to an end. In the new year, history has also entered a new process - the supreme ruler of the kingdom, Dogland 26, announced his abdication, and the era belonging to the Laurel Queen is over.

After Thorandelle abdicated, she did not stay in the palace to accept Kino's protection, but chose to leave, leaving this home that left her scarred and left with nothing.

In the early morning, Solandelle packed up the clothes she often wore, brought some water and dry food, and set off to leave.

Unlike countless times before, Chino did not show up to accompany Solandelle.

This time, there was no one to protect her, and she had to face the wind and rain by herself.

The snow stopped overnight last night, and it started to snow again during the day today. The sky above Wangcheng was covered with snow clouds, blocking the light from the sun and bringing thick darkness to this ancient city.

The streets that had to be passed out of the city had already been controlled by the Forbidden Army of the Royal City, and the black crowd was separated on both sides by the cordon drawn out, spreading far to the end of the sky.

How many people are gathered here?Countless, really countless, there are too many, it seems that the people of the whole city have gathered here, just to witness the end of the "Queen".

According to common sense, such a large number of people is often associated with noise and noise, but at this time, the royal city is as quiet as a dead city, and the crowd is silent. They all stare in the direction of the palace coldly, waiting for someone to arrive.

After an unknown amount of time, Solandelle finally appeared in everyone's sight. She didn't ride a carriage or ride a horse, but just looked down at the ground and walked slowly.

When Solandelle appeared, the original dead silence was broken, and the crowd of people began to surge. They booed one after another, ignoring the cordon on both sides of the street, they rushed to the imperial army and rushed towards Solandelle. Come.

"Here we come! The damned false king has come out!"

"It's her who is trying to fight against our Lord! Don't let us enjoy life!"

"You self-righteous bastard, hit her! Kill her!"

Emotional crowds poured in from all directions. If it wasn't for the solidity of the imperial guards, the front line would be crushed in an instant, and the only thing waiting for Solandelle would be trampled into a pulp.

Holding up their shields, the imperial guards struggled against the crowd and maintained the stability of the front line. However, the gap in numbers was huge. It was like facing an overwhelming flood.

Among the crowd, a short woman was already sweating profusely, but she still squeezed to the front with round eyes, almost dislocated her arms, and finally used her nails to forcefully hit Solandelle's face A few bloodstains were caught.

She roared heart-piercingly: "Bad seed! If you hadn't offended my lord and sent divine punishment, my child wouldn't have starved to death in Feiyuanxing province! Return my child!!!"

Although the short woman was quickly pushed to the back, her "feat" of scratching Solandelle's face drew cheers from the crowd, and the crowd became even more turbulent.

Before Solandelle had time to wipe off the blood on her face, she was suddenly punched hard on the back of the head, and she staggered and fell to the ground.

I saw a scar-faced man squeezed out from the gap in the human wall at some point. He chased Solandelle and kicked him several times, cursing: "Dog! Do you think you are great? Ah? How dare you fight against my lord? And you said it was for the future of the kingdom, to save us?"

"Did we fucking beg you to save us?! Did we say we weren't doing well?!"

"When our Lord was still there, we were carefree every day, and we didn't even dream when we slept, because no matter how beautiful a dream is, there is no real happiness."

"It's good for you, withholding our food and drinks, forcing us to participate in labor, and messing up our lives with your New Deal!"

"You have ideals, you can! But why do you use your ideals to kidnap our lives?!"

When the scar-faced man said this, he spat on Solandelle, and continued to yell: "How dare you speak so boldly, saying that the old policy enslaves people and treats them like animals, and the new law protects our personality from being enslaved."

"I just like to be enslaved! What's the matter? I just like to eat, drink and have fun every day without thinking about anything! I just want to be my master's dog! I like to be a dog! I'm willing to be a dog! Bitch, can you control me?" ?! Woof! Woof woof woof!"

As the scar-faced man spoke, he actually started to look like a dog, running around in front of Solandelle with his arms and legs together, barking non-stop.

Seeing this, the people burst out laughing. This is not ridicule, but a smile of recognition and approval, just like meeting a confidant and saying what you have always wanted to say in your heart.

While laughing, they barked with the scar-faced man, imitating the appearance of a dog, with their hands raised in front of their chests, their tongues out and their mouths breathing.

The dogs barked one after another, and the crowd was full of ugliness. They were proud of it, as if they felt that this could hurt Solandelle's self-esteem.

Solandelle didn't speak, just looked at these animals who voluntarily gave up their personality with a sad look
When the crowd came, not everyone approached from the ground, and some "smart people" climbed to the houses on the street early, occupying a high position to watch the excitement.

On the low room beside Solandelle stood a one-eyed old man. His skin was black and yellow and full of wrinkles, and there was a brand on his wrist, which was a symbol of slaves in the old days.

The slave who was despised by everyone was now standing at the highest place on the street. He was wearing a silk coat brought from a tailor shop, holding a jar of wine and a roasted leg of lamb, laughing and watching while eating and drinking. Solandelle's downcast appearance.

During the previous counter-insurgency war, warm clothes, wine and meat, etc. were given priority to the front line, and ordinary people were out of reach.

Now that the one-eyed old man can wear silk and eat and drink with wine and meat, there is only one possibility, that is, on the day when Kino returns, he will replenish supplies for the royal city, and the material conditions will return overnight, back to the era of luxury and luxury.

Judging from the bulging stomach, the one-eyed old man had overeat, and the long-suppressed appetite was suddenly released, which made him eat and drink all night yesterday, until his belly almost burst.

He couldn't take a bite until now, but he still didn't want to stop.

He bit off a piece of lamb leg, chewed it non-stop, and didn't swallow it after tasting it, and spit it directly at Solandelle.

The same goes for the wine, it doesn't matter if you can't drink it because your stomach is full, just pour it into your mouth, rinse your mouth, taste it, and then spit it out at Solandelle.

As a slave, he groveled in order to eat a bite. If the master rewarded him with an extra piece of bread, he would hide it and eat it when he was too hungry.

But now, he squandered delicious food and fine wine wantonly, immersed in his intoxicating appetite, and he didn't cherish or care about it.

Because he knows that the gods have returned, no matter how much he wastes, the supreme lord will support him.

The crowd was excited, turbulent and boiling, and the crowds kept changing between the two extremes.

From time to time they spat and cursed Solandelle, insulted her character, cursed her policies, and regarded her as a heinous public enemy.

Sometimes she was beaming with joy and full of smiles, showing Solandelle the new clothes, jewelry, exquisite drinks and food she had just received, showing off those extravagant things that she could not give to everyone.

It's like saying: Look, what a failure you are, what you've been fighting for all your life is just a lift to the Lord.

However, Solandelle didn't say anything from the beginning to the end, allowing the people to insult and show off, and she silently looked at them with that kind of sad eyes the whole time.

If Solandelle broke down emotionally at this time, knelt down to admit her mistake, or even cried and laughed directly insane, the people might let her go when they were tired of shouting.

And this silent attitude and sad eyes stabbed everyone's hearts like a knife, making them feel that they were ridiculing and provoking.

It is so often the case with the masses, that they will do their best to trample upon a person whom they have held in their admiration a short time ago, when they fall from her former place.

It doesn't matter if there is a real hate or not.

The important thing is that everyone is unwilling to admit that the person they once supported eventually failed. If they can't draw a clear line, it is a disguised admission that they were stupid before.

In order to prove that they are not ignorant people, they will desperately smash the image of the other party, jumping from one position to another in an instant, as if this can cover up their previous choices.

The conflict quickly escalated, and the impact of the crowd became more and more turbulent. It was difficult for the soldiers of the Imperial Guard to maintain their formation, and the line was constantly squeezed, almost reaching Solandelle.

The people struggled to stretch out their arms, scratched with their nails, slapped them with their hands, and beat them with their fists. Even if they couldn't hit Solandelle, they would tear her clothes, pull off a few hairs, and use the most vicious methods to hurt her. Allegiance to the Queen.

The people in the back who couldn't squeeze in the front row were more direct. They took the food from the public canteen and threw it at Solandelle from all directions. She was covered in oil, and many places on her face were hit by bones and other hard objects. The impact was high and swollen, and blood flowed from the nose and corners of the mouth.

Being beaten and smashed all the way, Solandelle was already bruised and bruised when she walked out of the royal city, dripping blood even walking.

But this is only the beginning of the tragedy.

The royal city is thousands of miles away from the border. Solandelle has no horses, and when she encounters horse teams or travelers on the road, they treat her coldly. No one wants to take a ride, so she can only walk.

Along the way, she couldn't find anyone who was willing to stay with her, so she could only sleep in a cave, using the thatch picked up by the roadside as a quilt, and was woken up by the cold every night.

In winter, the river was frozen and she couldn't get water, so she could only chew the snow on the ground to quench her thirst. There were no fruits on the trees and she couldn't hunt, so she could only dig tree roots and gnaw bark to satisfy her hunger.

Sometimes I was so hungry that I wanted to secretly pick up some leftovers from the garbage dumps in front of other people’s houses, but I would always be insulted and beaten viciously, as if she had dirty their garbage dumps.

From the season of dew to the season of flower language, Solandelle spent more than a month sleeping in the open, and finally came to the border.

She stood on the top of a mountain, behind her was the land of Dogolande that had been passed down for 527 years, and in front of her was a strange foreign land.

In the flower language season, the temperature is warming up and the snow is melting. It is the time for everything to recover.

Looking from the top of the mountain, the sky is like washing, the green grass is covered with the mountains and fields, and young flower seedlings can be seen from time to time, many of which have already bloomed proudly. The magnificent scenery is like a fairyland on earth.

Solandelle stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the distant scenery. No one knew what she was thinking now.

Maybe, she was blaming herself for being weak, she clearly didn't have the strength to match her, but she just wanted to change the world.

Or maybe, she was surrounded by an unprecedented gloom, and those people she once wanted to protect really let her down.

No matter what Solandelle was thinking, when she left her hometown, she never looked back at her hometown where she had lived for 27 years, not even a glance.

Just as she was moving forward and was about to cross the national border stele, a figure quietly appeared in front of her, blocking her way.

She doesn't need to look up.

She knows who it is.

There will be no second person in this world who is willing to quietly follow her for more than a month, eat and sleep together in places she can't see, just to see her off.

Under the clear sky, Solandelle and Kino stood facing each other, but no one spoke, only the rustling of the wind blowing across the lawn.

After an unknown amount of time, Solandelle moved. She passed Kino and continued to walk down the mountain.

Just then, her hand was grabbed.

Kino held Solandelle's hand lightly, and was still trembling slightly, like some kind of careful temptation.

Noticing that there was no sign of struggle, Kino tightened his grip, holding Solandelle's hand tightly in his palm.

The trembling gradually increased, and I don't know if it was because of feeling the cold temperature of that little hand, or something else.

Kino gently pulled back Solandelle's hand, then took out something from his bosom, and gently tied it to her wrist.

The red rope is pulled by the thread to face the rising sun, and it looks extraordinarily dazzling under the golden light, just like a rose that speaks proudly.

Re-tying the red rope for Solandelle, it can be seen that Kino's hands were shaking violently, and he was unwilling to let go for a long time.

But in the end, he let go.

Solandelle's hand lost its support and fell to her side, the red rope rippling alone in the wind, time seemed to go back to the past, back to those days of snuggling and companionship.

At some point, tears were already streaming down Solandelle's face, dripping down her chin.

She didn't look back at Kino, but she didn't take off the red rope either, but walked forward together with it, heading towards a foreign land where she didn't know where she was going home.

Kino looked at the departing Solandelle, her figure was shrouded in the twilight of the sky, gradually becoming hazy, gradually drifting away, and finally disappeared from his sight.

Kino's pupils reflected the deserted wilderness, he murmured, as if he was talking to himself, and seemed to want to say this sentence to someone:
"Goodbye, little princess"

I am a wanderer in a foreign land, living in chaos and chaos.

You are a just swordbearer, standing in the light and pointing the sword in the dark.

We have walked side by side for years, but the time is blurred by reality.

Even if they run in opposite directions, swords face each other.

But in my heart, you will always be the little princess back then.

——"To a Little Princess: The Continuation"

(End of this chapter)