After Becoming a Little Sister

"Mascot? Or is it the kind of existence that is dressed coolly and then watched by others?"

"This--"

Seraph Tyre's wings trembled. Doesn't this sound like a slave?

And it's still the most so-so kind, usually locked in the basement, or brought out for special secret banquets.

Not only the human race nobles liked to collect these alien slaves back then, but the angel race nobles also did these dirty things.

If there are extremely rare long-lived slaves, they can even be passed on to the family and squeezed down from generation to generation-the high elves were often attacked by slave capture teams back then.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for refusing!" Seraphim Till gritted his teeth and raised his head: "This is a humiliation I cannot accept!"

"Why?" Aliya narrowed her eyes: "Give me a reason, how can I humiliate you."

"Slave or something..."

"Wait a minute, where do you want to go?" Aliya was stunned for a moment, and asked tentatively: "What do you think the Kanban lady should be dressed in?"

"Fighting, grooming - I don't know much about it... just, chains, leather armor... and the reins?"

"Good guy, you know more than I do." Aliya didn't dare to let her continue talking, and Nuwa might not know how to translate it.

If the wives think that they are good people, how can they live?

You must know that even Menglong Niang, a mount recognized by the whole world as the head of the legion, did not give her a rein.

Although she usually likes to go out for a walk with a rope in her mouth, she claims to have a strong sense of self-domestication...

"It's just asking you to be a role similar to the saint of the Holy See. Is it understandable?"

"That's not as good as a slave!" Seraphim Tyre almost exploded: "That kind of dirty job that deceives innocent girls should not exist in itself!"

"...I mean the Holy See after the reorganization."

"Oh……"

"Speaking of which, the Holy See here has nothing to say?" Aliya turned her head to look at the fairy sister: "Such a big angel."

"The Holy See?" The domineering fairy sister shook her head: "There is no response yet. After all, it is only a day away. Maybe they are also thinking about it."

"Okay, think about it slowly, anyway, I'm not in a hurry." Aliya smiled half a smile, and Quan Zhi added some old problems again, always trying to trick someone into it.

What is she anxious about? Every time the seraphim Tyre bows and kneels in front of her, the traditional western culture asserts that she is thrown to the ground and stepped on once.

The Holy See doesn’t give any response now, but in the future, whether God is Ye Ge or her little fairy Ai, I have to ask everyone’s opinions...

The seraphim Tire struggled to understand the nature of his spokesperson, and then he turned on all the light effects clearly, as holy as a light bulb.

"It's quite energy-consuming." Seraphim Tyre pointed out: "It's also quite tiring..."

"Let the fleet reimburse you for overtime pay." Alia has never been stingy with reasonable labor remuneration.

To be honest, what the workers hate is not the work, but the fact that they don’t get the rewards they deserve.

If the salary is full and the overtime pay is real, those who want to rest can go to rest, and those who want to make money can work reasonable overtime, no one has any objections.

Those who want to rest are afraid to rest for fear of being "rested" and will be swept to death. Those who don't want to work overtime are forced to work overtime but only let the horse run and not feed the horse.

Generally, those who can do this have never done it. It is understandable, but it cannot be tolerated, double zero tolerance!

The welfare benefits of the fleet are much higher than those of the coalition forces, which already have extremely high welfare benefits. Otherwise, the werewolf partner would not open his mouth to be our tribe back then.

It’s fine if there are no conditions during the trek, but now in the new world, even if Aliya smashes other people’s pots and sells other people’s iron, she has to raise them well and make them white and fat, Seraphim Even if Tyr didn't say anything, Aliya would have to give them a raise.

While talking, Aliya picked up the microphone, chattered a few words habitually, and then mentioned the matter of adding money.

Grandmaster Rosenberg stood on the deck of the flagship, and when he heard the cheers from the fleet members, he couldn't help smiling: "It seems that His Highness is very powerful in this world."

"If we don't have the strength, we can take it for His Highness!" General Rexxar held his sword, with a serious expression on his face: "I hope those people will be more sensible."

"Don't fight and kill all the time. This world is very interesting and powerful. I studied their development system last night. It is a technological civilization development system that is completely different from ours but can complement each other... I am now It is suspected that His Highness came here for another purpose."

"For what purpose?"

"Who knows, His Highness' methods have always been—"

"cough……"

"It's bright as a holy day, we'll just wait and see.

"cough……"

"Your Highness, his wisdom is as high as a mountain and as deep as an ocean."

"Cough cough cough..."

General Rexxar coughed non-stop, as if there was something in his throat that he couldn't cough up or swallow.

The corners of Rosenberg's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help it anymore. He looked back - there was nothing behind him.

"...So His Highness didn't come up?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"Then why did you cough before!"

"Volcanic ash, choking, didn't you smell it?"

"You are a sword god—volcanic ash!"

"What's wrong with the Sword God? I can't do it due to allergic rhinitis? Your Highness is also the Sword God, and he is still a magic idiot. He can't even release a small fireball. The Sword God is not omnipotent. I—"

"Cough..." Master Rosenberg coughed.

"What? You're choking too?" General Rexxar gloated, "I'll just say it!"

"Ahem..." Master Rosenberg began to wink his eyes.

"No, you are a big teacher, why did you get your eyes? You clean the whole thing and filter it out."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Grandmaster Rosenberg coughed heart-piercingly, almost stomping his feet.

"you--"

"Is it embarrassing for me to be a magic idiot?" A voice appeared behind General Rexxar.

The timbre of the voice is very pleasant, as crisp as an oriole, and the child likes it very much, but the tone is a bit cold and it sounds a bit creepy.

"..." General Rexxar's neck turned back stiffly, his neck seemed to be rusted.

Aliya stood behind him, raised her head to 'overlook' the macho man who was two heads taller than her: "Go ahead, the sword god is not omnipotent, what about the next sentence?"

Magic idiots are indeed ridiculous, but the number one warrior in the Three Realms is a magic idiot, so I can only praise him for his professionalism.

Fashen is amazing, isn't he?Can Fashen hold a sword?The King of Light is also known as the number one dharma master of the Three Realms back then, so he has become a bald chicken.

"Your Highness, I...I..."

"What are you?" Aliya glared at him: "You are so brave, why, want to fight with me?"

"No! I didn't mean that!"

"Go and write me a [-]-word self-criticism later! Copying templates is not allowed! I will whip you if you miss a single word!"

"...Your Highness, I..."

"Huh (↑)?"

"Yes……"

"Hmm (↓)..."

Only then did Aliya snort, turned to Master Rosenberg, and then showed a bright smile: "I just said that Luo Gong has vision, hahaha, let's get started."

"Your Highness, I am honored." Master Rosenberg bowed slightly and performed aristocratic etiquette: "It is your incomparably bright light of wisdom that can lead us to victory—that budget, I have several new projects... "

Aliya changed her face in an instant: "What wisdom do I have? I don't understand these things. You are busy first, and then talk after you are done."

"Your Highness—hey! Your Highness, wait!"

"Let's go, hurry up, don't waste time, eat seafood at noon after you are busy."

General Rexxar, who had eaten seafood for three years, turned green when he heard the words. Grandmaster Rosenberg watched Alia rushing to the bridge, and calmly straightened his collar: "Your Highness probably won't remember I asked you to write a review, follow me closely these two days, and His Highness will walk around me."

"Thanks, I owe you a favor." General Rexxar patted him on the shoulder.

"It's okay—about the logistics ship budget..."

"Cough, I remembered that there is still a review that I haven't written yet. You are busy, you go first, I will find a new notebook!"

"Tsk!"

……

……

A passenger ship is on its way to Benzi.

A woman in a red dress looked at the vast sea outside the deck with a slightly dazed face.

"Ma'am, are you alone? Maybe we can exchange a contact."

"...I don't think so." The girl in the red dress withdrew her gaze, glanced at the man who struck up a conversation, and pointed to the other side of the sea: "I'm going to see my daughter, do you know what this means?"

"This--" the strike-up man looked at the charming rose-like woman in front of him, and said with a smile, "Even if you have a daughter, you are still young and beautiful, ma'am."

"I mean, you are not qualified to be my daughter's father, understand? Please leave."

"I--"

"Get out!" Exhaled, the girl in red yelled like a tiger roaring.

This voice shook the opponent's head, and his eyes immediately lost focus when he stood there.

The girl in the red dress glared at him, seeing him running away, then sighed, pressed the handrail again, and continued to look at the sea with a troubled expression.

It's true to see a daughter, but what identity should I use to face that daughter who should be?

She looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, and felt that her mood was as bad as the weather. She shook her head, and the woman in the red dress turned back to the cabin—there was a wind blowing on the sea, which was a sign of a storm.

What she didn't know was that after she returned to the cabin of the passenger ship, a cargo ship floated up from the distant sea surface, and was about to cut into the route of the passenger ship obliquely. blood.

A group of mercenaries who quickly evacuated by helicopter glanced back at the cargo ship full of metal raw materials with cold eyes.

The meeting with her daughter will not go smoothly after all, just like the delicate relationship between them.

—It's getting dark and it's going to rain.