How to wear a goddess statue

That evening, white cavalry from the palace brought Horst an invitation—or notice.

The first day of each year is called the Creation Day, and it is an important festival for the Solan people. This day is celebrated by the whole country, and the grand degree is no less than the ceremony of any main god.

It is reasonable for Horst to send out the invitation at this time.

"Tomorrow, please be sure to come, Your Royal Highness."

The white armored cavalry emphasized that the voice was cold and impersonal.

The white armor he wears is the uniform configuration of King Sauran's personal guard.

If the personal guards following the princess exist to protect the royal blood, then this white guard is absolutely loyal to King Sauran himself. As Horst's cronies, they have no possibility of betrayal.

Consciously conveying it well, the white armored cavalry saluted and said goodbye. As soon as he turned around, he saw Mortis standing by the door with his sword in both hands.

He paused: "Commander?"

"It's hard for you to remember me, boy." Mortis didn't give this man any face, "However, I can't afford to be called commander. If you don't mind trouble, why don't you call me 'Your Excellency the Chief of the Guard'? Sample?"

"……Your Mightiness."

The white armored cavalry looked at Mortis vigilantly from under the helmet, and walked away quickly without saying anything.

When the people walked away, Ailuil asked: "Do you know him?"

The captain of the pro-guard shrugged: "I used to work under me, and I was still able to fight. I don't know when he voted for Horst. Anyway, he joined the pro-guard a few years ago."

"By the way, what's his name, Niwin or Niva? Forgot."

Having this information is enough.

Niwei, the current commander of the Guards who is rumored to be very skilled, once saved Horst's life in an assassination operation, and was deeply trusted by him.

Such a person will be sent to inform her, which shows that Horst attaches great importance to tomorrow's Creation Day banquet.

Aleuil casually tapped on the armrest of the seat, and suddenly sneered.

If Horst can reach an agreement with the diehards, there is only one possibility, a possibility that is good for both of them, but not good for the princess.

Ah, maybe these two groups of people will take it for granted that this matter is not a bad thing for the princess, maybe they are making their own plans at the moment and feel that everyone is happy.

And the banquet on Creation Day is obviously the best opportunity for them to show their hands.

Eleuil's long and slender fingers raised up, and the fingertips closed together, as if he wanted to crush something to pieces.

—Don't even think about it.

Rhodes leaned on the other side of the low table and looked down at the book, suddenly a shadow was cast on the page, and a strand of long black hair fell in front of his eyes, straight and soft.

Rhodes looked up.

The princess stood up at some point, leaned over the table with her upper body half-tilted, and stared at her silently with slightly lowered eyes.

It's a little closer, and I can almost feel the other party's steady and regular breathing, and slowly fall.

Rhodes blinked his eyelashes so quickly that he would be ignored if he didn't pay attention: "Huh?"

"I want to borrow your name." Aleuil suppressed his voice, revealing a secret eagerness, "It will be tomorrow, is that okay?"

"Okay." Lotus responded without asking the princess what she meant by using her name.

Aleuil smiled softly, straightened his waist, sat back on the chair, brushed the slipped hair back behind his shoulders.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Luodas' waist inadvertently, and found no sign of carrying the mirror, so his eyes relaxed.

For some reason, the bronze mirror that attracted her inexplicably when she was a child was especially obtrusive when it was placed with Rhodes.

This is probably something from the gods, right?

Eleuil didn't think much about it.

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The next day, the sky was bright, and the gate of the princess' mansion was opened, and a carriage with the royal coat of arms drove out.

There were only Rhodes and the princess in the carriage.

On such occasions, even the princess can only be followed by one person. Lena and Mortis will also be there, but they will not be guards, and they will sit among the ministers of the same level with their military titles on their heads.

The carriage headed north all the way, but instead of driving towards the palace, it headed towards the temple complex.

As the royal city of Solancia, Acht has the largest and most complete temple complex in the country.

Eight main god temples of the same size are located in the center, forming a standard circle, while some god temples with more beliefs are built outside the central circle, radiating in all directions, but unexpectedly do not follow the principle of symmetrical beauty.

If you can look down from the sky, you will find that the entire temple group is a star with a vast area, with a center inside and irregular corners, and it seems to follow some strange law, giving people a quiet shock.

The noble officials who go to the banquet will come here first, because before the banquet, it is more important to worship the gods.

The festivals of Gusoran are basically related to the gods, and the same is true for the Creation Day, which is called the God’s Birthday among the people, and sacrifices and prayers are also essential.

It's just that, on other festivals, it is usually the priests of various temples who preside over the sacrifices, but on this day it is King Solan himself who presides over the sacrifices.

Eleuil stood in front of many nobles to observe the ceremony.

Having hosted ceremonies for several years in a row, Horst performed very well. He wore a complex gold-decorated garment, held sacrificial objects, and had a solemn and pious expression, which seemed to be the case.

At this time, the statues of each of the main gods were carried out of the gate of the temple, and an altar was placed in front of them. The exquisitely shaped candle lamps were placed in the center of the altar and were not lit.

It was Horst's job to light the candles.

Starting from the king of the gods, the god of the sky, who is independent of the seventh day, Horst held a torch, lit the candle lamps, chanted verses of praise, and took the sacrifices from the priests behind him. Offer them up on the altar.

Then came the next main god, the sun god Suriel.

The worship was carried out in the order of the day. When Horst stood in front of the statue of the river goddess, Rhodes heard the princess curse something in a low voice, roughly meaning...

"He is also worthy of such a hypocritical guy?"

The corner of Rhodes's mouth couldn't help but tinged with a smile, she raised her head slightly and looked at her god statue.

This statue is taller than a real person, and with the base at the bottom, the hanging hand can almost be on the same level as the top of Horst's head.

The clothing and symbols are similar to the gods in other cities, except for the face that was shaped by a sculptor hundreds of years ago, which is not very similar to the god Luotus, but has nothing to do with it.

The only similarity is that cold and peaceful expression.

Rhodes: "..."

She suddenly felt that if she changed back to her true self here and took off the iconic ornaments like Xuetu, no one in Acht City would be able to connect her with the goddess of the Yilu River.

Eleuil also looked at the statue.

For a moment, she remembered that she had hidden behind this statue a long time ago, eating figs leisurely and avoiding the harp lessons that noble girls took.

The temple musicians searched all over this place, but no one thought that the princess would hide here.

This is an interesting story worth sharing, but Aleuil turned her face to the side and realized that she tried not to mention things about her childhood, and it has been a while.

Rhodes cast a questioning look.

Ai Luyi paused, and whispered: "You haven't seen me with your body for a long time."

In fact, it has always been Essence that has been with you.

Rhodes was silent for a moment: "Then enter..." dream.

Eleuil quickly looked away, pretending nothing happened.

fall asleep?

Dreamland is the place where it is easiest to reveal the secret thoughts in your heart. Before you are really sure, of course you should avoid it as much as possible.

Luodas couldn't laugh or cry, so he let her expose the matter.

At the end of the sacrificial ceremony, all the people present came forward one after another, offering bouquets of flowers to the main gods of their beliefs.

Flowers that only bloom in winter, tied with ivy branches, are the perfect offering for Creation Day.

Aleuil placed the bouquet in front of the statue of the river goddess, and glanced at it, confirming that among all the bouquets he sent, the one he sent was the freshest and fullest, with beautiful flowers and leaves.

She nodded secretly, and after saluting the statue, she turned to Rhodes: "Let's go."

"Next, it's time to go to the palace."

It was afternoon, and the sun was still some distance away from the western horizon, and the palace banquet hall was already ready for the upcoming dinner.

There are only a few people in the hall.

Horst, who rushed back to the palace ahead of schedule, changed out of the complicated ceremonial robes he wore during the sacrificial ceremony, with a smile on his naturally upright and resolute face, but his eyes were quite impatient.

In front of him, several old men in ministerial robes had bright eyes.

Most of them have gray hair, and the youngest one is a round older than Horst. Just by looking at their clothes and expressions, one can tell that they are stubborn and conservative.

For Horst, the stubborn elders are the most difficult part of the royal city's power system. They are old, stubborn, and not easily deceived. The key is that they still have actual power—these stubborn old men were born in powerful nobles.

"Your Majesty, this is what we discussed, you won't go back on your word."

One of the old men squinted his eyes suspiciously.

Horst laughed: "I never go back on my word, not to mention it's a good thing for us, so how can I push it out. Don't you believe me?"

The old man also laughed: "How dare we question what His Majesty said. However, does His Royal Highness the Crown Prince know about this?"

"I'll find out tonight." Horst's expression remained unchanged.

The old man seemed to disagree, but there were scattered footsteps outside the banquet hall, which were just a group of banquet guests who had just arrived.

Several old men exchanged glances, walked to the arranged seats, and waited for Horst's answer.

It didn't take long for the banquet hall to be full of people.

Lotus and the princess are on the first place on the right. Turning their heads and looking up is Horst. Across the wide singing and dancing venue, Romul is directly opposite.

With such a seating arrangement, if the princess's psychological quality is a little weaker, it is easy to be unable to eat at the banquet, and it tastes like chewing wax.

Rhodes glanced at Eleuil.

The latter had a calm demeanor and acted naturally, looking at the Horst father and son with the same expression as when looking at the diehards-no waves, just looking at the air.

She waited for Horst to speak.

Sure enough, halfway through the banquet, Horst cleared his throat when the musicians and dancers were leaving the stage.

"Eleuil, I remember you are an adult, right?"

Princess: "Yes."

"Most girls your age are engaged." Horst said sadly, "It's a pity that Brother Wang is no longer here, so I can't help you. As an uncle, I should also take on this responsibility."

"—My son, Romul, is still unmarried. His mother has been worrying about this. I think it's time for her to rest assured."

"What do you think, Romul?"

Rhodes suddenly raised his head, his eyes froze.

Under the table, she unconsciously clenched her fingertips.

The author has something to say:

Horst, an actor who likes to step on mines accurately.

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Thanks to Zhouxia Yunying Xiaocute for the thunder, so heartfelt!