Xanadu, my martial soul in Douluo continent

"Tionia."

The beautiful girl spoke in a bright tone, as if she was greeting a friend.

"white night."

After giving her pseudonym, Baicai looked around cautiously. Except for the beautiful girl who called herself Tionia, there were no servants near the mansion.

"Uncle's guest?" Tionia asked further, taking out the copper key hanging from the leg ring.

Normal skirts do not have pockets, so whether they are noble daughters or maids, most of them like to hang their belongings on leg rings.Of course, since the two continents collided, storage soul guides have become rare and can be purchased by any soul master.

"Ross?"

"Ross is my uncle."

Tionia stood still for a moment, inserted the key and opened the mansion, "Please come in."

Surprised by Tionia's trust, Baicai turned to look at her and then avoided her.

Her appearance is exquisite and her figure is graceful, even surpassing that of Wang Dong. It would be a blasphemy to take another look at her.

Beauty and beauty are not the same thing. As for cabbage, Wang Dong is certainly stunning, but it has not grown yet and deliberately conceals it, so it is more than three points inferior.

Passing through the silent porch, skipping the empty hall, spiraling up the stairs, and arriving at the second floor of the mansion, except for the tacit footsteps and overlapping breathing, there was no sound in the mansion.

Leading Baicai into the guest room, Tionia opened a nearby cupboard in a slightly cold atmosphere. Inside the cupboard were colorful transparent containers, "Ale, rice wine, fruit wine, or soju?"

The Tianhun Empire is rich in ale wine, the Dou Ling Empire's rice wine sells well, the Star Luo Empire prefers strong spirits, and the Belen region is eclectic. Common people prefer rice wine, which is clear and sweet. Poor people generally like ale wine, and drink in large quantities. Most nobles choose fruit wine. Mild and mellow, Soul Master prefers soju and has full stamina.

Through alcohol, Tionia has learned many secrets.

"Except for alcohol, everything else is fine."

Drinks can numb the spirit. Out of caution, Baicai refuses any alcohol.

In the back view, the corners of Tionia's lips were raised, with a hint of teasing, "So, how about juice?"

"Thank you." Bai Cai thanked him immediately.

Tionia opened the cabinet drawer, took out a pair of clean wine glasses and long-handled spoons, poured the fermented juice into each, then added some sugar, then added special spices, and finally mixed in an appropriate amount of ice cubes.

In a broad sense, fermented juice is equal to low-alcohol fruit wine. In a narrow sense, carefully prepared fermented juice is still classified as a juice drink.

Sugar and spices are used to mask the odor, and ice cubes are used to dilute the alcohol. The two drinks prepared in the same way are both fruit wine and fruit juice.

Two drinks were put on the tray, and Tionia returned to her seat, elegantly and elegantly, "Please use."

Choose a cup of cabbage and drink the liquid. The refreshing cold and sweet taste can just in time eliminate the heat of autumn.

Strange boy, strange girl, the room fell into silence, leaving only the confused and sweet fragrance.

……

The sunlight was slanted and the leaves were dancing. Tionia left the mansion. The servant had been waiting at the door for a long time. He quickly stepped forward to ask about the situation, "Who is the guest?"

"This is a secret." Tionia didn't answer, looking back at the window of the mansion, "Where are the results of the selection?"

"Lord Ross's 'memory' ranks third. Your 'colorful' ranks first. The industry association's 'enthusiasm' ranks second."

"Not much different, after all, we are both Silver Star winemakers." Tionia took off her plain lace gloves, "Those dudes are really annoying, find a maid to attend the banquet."

"Master Humbert and Master Peter..." The servant at the door did not finish his words.

"Shh!"

Tionia murmured in a low voice, stretched out her slender jade fingers and put them close to her pale pink lips, making a silencing gesture, "Push it away as usual."

"That guest?"

"Seal the mansion." Tionia turned around and smiled, "Treat me normally."

The servant at the door stopped breathing, his heartbeat seemed to miss a beat, and then he felt a sense of bitterness.

Those young masters couldn't pluck the Flower of Beren, so wasn't it just a daydream?

Tionia gave a few instructions, and the servant at the door took off his errand and looked at the patrolling guards of the mansion.

Baicai raised his hand and closed the curtain, "Bing Emperor, Beren is indeed so peaceful. It seems that this mission is a farce."

"Regardless of the mission or the farce, practice seriously."

In the sea of ​​​​spirits, the Ice Emperor manifested into a girl, with a pair of shining golden eyes. "Since you need to control your destiny, you must have the corresponding strength, whether it is to become a god or to turn this world into the desired appearance."

Even if he is good at disguise, his words and deeds cannot be faked. After three months of getting along with him, Ice Emperor has already seen clearly. Baicai's heart resists the current order, as if he has identified a goal. This goal is beyond the spirit master and the gods, and is fragile. And illusory.

Choosing Baicai was not out of some kind of pity, not out of some need, but out of recognition and hope. Otherwise, the Ice Emperor could have given up on creating gods and sacrificed himself to save the Snow Emperor.

The act of creating a god is unprecedented. It requires giving everything to oneself, which is irreversible. The probability of failure is ignored for the time being. Even if it succeeds, it still relies on the so-called trust.

For the Ice Emperor, it would be better to die than lose his freedom and become a slave.

It was precisely because of this recognition and the fragile and illusory hope that the Ice Emperor chose to create a god, even if the method was rough.

……

As dusk approached, Guiyue returned to the city lord's mansion. The guards dug up the side of the courtyard and spilled the sacrificial wine. Rose Belen's 'memory', the guild's 'enthusiasm', Tyonia Belen's 'colours', Eph. The 'harvest' of Lai Manor, the 'history' of the School of Life...

In the center of the courtyard is an apricot tree with lush branches and leaves, which seems to have been growing for thousands of years. Guiyue bypassed the thousand-year-old apricot tree and directed the guards to dig out the old wine and move it to another courtyard.

The space in the courtyard of the mansion is limited, and rituals are held every spring and autumn. At most, a little of each kind of sacrificial wine is sprinkled, and the remaining sacrificial wine is kept as a souvenir. For thousands of years, the open space in the courtyard has been filled up. Unless the old wine is moved out, there is nowhere to make new sacrificial wine. put.

Of course, selling old wine from previous years is also one of the city lord's privileges.

The old and the new alternated, the earth was filled and buried, the moon was at the top, everything was over, the guards of the mansion dispersed, Guiyue went to the main hall of the mansion, burned incense and prayed according to the rules, the wisps of smoke drifted up, and the autumn wind blew outside the hall, Disappeared instantly.

The common people of Belem believed in the rituals, and Guiyue, as the ceremony's master of ceremonies, had never followed suit for several years.

If the gods were concerned about the rituals, they would not let the dependents end up like this. For thousands of years, the Gui family has kept their word and presided over the rituals, but the family line has declined, the bloodline has been cut off, and it is not even comparable to the noble family.

Guiyue knew that the demise of the Gui family was inevitable, as was the thousand-year prosperity. Once she stepped down as the city lord, a hundred years later, Beren would be relegated to Dou Ling. The aristocratic family would replace the common people, the nobles would replace the aristocratic families, and the soul masters would replace the aristocrats. Thousands of years of prosperity would be like a dream. .