Food reserves are all love brains? [Comprehensive]

The temple is the territory of Ishtar. With Ishtar, a group of prostitutes have at least the most basic protection, so that they will not be reduced to a situation where they are not even slaves and their lives are not protected.But no matter how high the living standard is, it is up to oneself to fight for it.

Shamhart is very rich. She was famous far and wide, and later added the attribute of [exactly the same as Enkidu], which made her more and more popular.

The higher the status, the smaller the circle of contacts, the fewer men to deal with, and you can choose and choose by yourself.

Kecheng also has this face, and defeat also has this face.Gilgamesh, as the number one Enkidu, how could he endure the entanglement of a woman who looks the same as Enkidu and all kinds of boring men.

At first, the king was weak, and the nobles from all walks of life could still try something new.When the king was firmly seated with the assistance of Enkidu, the existence of Shamhat became a taboo.She is untouchable, so she has no leverage to climb up.

Although Shamhat is well-known, his qualifications are not enough, and he still needs to rely on his body to earn money and obtain a higher status.Before Sechi's love declines, she must have her own strong supporters who can make her a higher-level priest.

But Enkidu didn't have much time to take care of her, and Shamhat didn't dare to bother her too much.He died so unexpectedly that Shamhart lost his asylum.

Shamhart once imagined whether the king would summon her to the palace in memory of his best friend.But in the end, she also understood: the friendship between the king and Enkidu cannot be tarnished by her.

That was not an emotion Shamhart could understand.

The emotions of the prostitute are all dedicated to faith. In the endless physical work, if that kind of thing existed, it will soon be obliterated.

The noble she served that night promised her a great fortune if it were dedicated to the temple.Shamhat is expected to be chosen by the chief priest as the most pious candidate for the chief priest.

...However, the goddess she served has left Uruk, expressed her disgust before parting, and may not come back again.

Everything is meaningless.

The cruel competition that survived along the way led in the wrong direction, and the goddess's attention was only decided in a split second.The painstaking efforts in building the temple and the youth of the priests were all burned.

And the culprit... is the girl in front of him.

The girl with black hair and blue eyes and disheveled hair, apparently just woke up, is sitting on Shamhat's bed at the moment, wearing Shamhat's clothes, stepping on Shamhat's shoes, waiting for the master of this house to ask Mhat went over to smooth her hair.

As soon as she saw her, Truth laughed happily: "Shamhat!"

Shamhart was in a trance for a moment, then quickly shook his head.Holding a water basin, she combed the girl's hair meticulously, and said slowly:

"...Human men are sometimes much simpler and easier to please than women. They are the most greedy visual animals. If you want to get what you want from them without relying on force and status, your highness will return to you in the future." Put a lot of effort into dressing up."

Truth was busy taking notes, and when Shamhart finished speaking, she quickly looked up at her: "And then?"

Although Shamhat was only casually addressing the truth that she was eager to learn, the little girl regarded what she said as the first-hand information from Enkidu's teacher, the most precious human knowledge, which can help her to be better in the future. Find rations efficiently.

Shamhart smiled helplessly, took the pen from Truth's hand, and guided the girl to look at the water:

"If you really want to learn to please humans, look more at yourself."

In the water mirror, Truth's messy hair became smooth and shiny under the care of Shamhart. The prostitute tied her slightly long hair into a bundle with gem hair ropes, and carefully decorated two or three white hairs. Flowers, asked:

"Does it look good?"

Truth honestly shook her head:

"can not tell."

"It's right if you don't see it. For you, the purpose of dressing up is not whether you look good or not, but whether you put your heart into it. If you apologize to the king with this appearance, he will definitely forgive you."

"Come on... Jill is so scary."

"Could it be that you want to continue the stalemate with the king?"

Truth has been by Shamhat's side for the fifth day. During this time, Gilgamesh has been finding fault with the Senate every day.From nobles of all colors to Goddess Ningsun, they all came to look for the poor prostitute, and their tone changed from an imperative at the beginning to a bit of pleading in a hurry.

Shamhat was rarely requested in this way, and he thought it was after Ishtar left.It would be ironic that life would be terrible, but it would be respected like never before.

The prostitute has some vague guesses about the identity of the truth, and also sees that the relationship between the girl and the king is not as imagined by the people of Uruk.

They are more like teachers and students than lovers.The king regards His Highness as a precious possession, but His Highness has no such awareness.Shamhart even felt that the look in the eyes of this seemingly sweet and well-behaved little Highness when he mentioned the king was essentially the same as the look in the eyes of the king when he looked at the girl.

For example, at this moment, Truth dangled her legs, fiddled with the hanging gold ornaments curiously, and said casually:

"Where did I get into a stalemate with Jill? He was too unreasonable to make trouble. Mr. Truth is not wrong, and neither is Shamhat."

——I haven't learned much about noble manners, but I have learned a lot about haughty eyes.

Shamhart wanted to laugh a little. Under the puzzled gaze of Truth, she finally remembered Goddess Ningsun's exhortation, and said with a straight face:

"If you insist on staying by my side, the king will definitely blame me. If you are punished, I will never be able to teach you again."

Truth imitated the tone of the idol drama without hesitation, and replied: "Don't be afraid, I will protect Shamhat."

The little girl spoke so sincerely that the prostitute couldn't help but lose her breath for a moment. She cleared up her feverish brain, lowered her eyes, and asked again:

"And after you're gone?"

"what?"

"You will leave here—your eyes tell me so. But after you leave, what will happen to Uruk, who has lost Ishtar's protection? What will Shamhat, who has lost your protection, go to? ?”

The green-haired and green-eyed prostitute has a slender figure. Compared with Enkidu's "beauty of hidden power", Shamhat's figure has the charm of a little woman.Compared with the dead souls without conscience energy, although the quality of the conscience of the prostitute is inferior to that of Gilgamesh, the taste is not very good, but it smells so fragrant that it makes the body weak.

She asked the somewhat dazed little girl gently and gently, without persuasion or pressure, but Truth was a little at a loss.

Saiki Kusuo was angry, and Gilgamesh was angry, so she went to coax her, either bow her head and admit her mistake, or praise him and praise him, anyway, there are only two routines in the final analysis.

But Shamhat was obviously not angry, but the complicated look in his eyes made Truth feel that...something had to be done.But now the truth doesn't need to admit mistakes or praise, so what should she do?

The monster of conscience has never thought much about what will happen to the humans in a certain world after she leaves.Whether it is Saiki, Orihara, or the local will of the world, they all want her to leave.So she always felt that there was nothing wrong with leaving without saying goodbye, but it was a pity that she didn't mark it well.

But the human beings in this world are so enthusiastic, even including the somewhat annoying king, Truth does not need to stalk him, nor does he need Chubby to help, the food and housing are delivered by himself.

The girl with black hair and green eyes opened her mouth slightly, looking a little dazed.The prostitute smiled lightly, and whispered to the girl's ear as if kissing:

"Haven't you thought about it?"

"..." Truth felt a little guilty.

The prostitute got closer, and her lips, as soft as Enkidu's, pressed against the girl's earlobe:

"You are such a bad boy."

"The master of truth is not..."

But the little girl who has just completed three developments has no resistance in front of skilled prostitutes. Compared with the arrogant king who prioritizes her own feelings, prostitutes of the same sex as her can always find her soft flaws more easily.Never suppressed, but used another way to hang her out of breath.

Truth lay down in the soft embrace of the prostitute, listening to her sweetly say:

"If you're not a bad boy, can you grant Shamhart a request?"

"...?"

The itchy breath that made Truth finally move away a little, and Shamhart still seemed to be docile and pitiful:

"Can you take me away?"

"I will cherish you, serve you, spread the faith for you, and solve your troubles at night..."

"As long as you take me away, Shamhat is yours."

The prostitute's fingers were soft and cool, walking on her body, as if they were the only salvation for the sweltering Uruk, and all the troubles disappeared when the fingers touched.Truth didn't shake her legs anymore, like a stupid emperor drunk in a gentle town, he could only listen to the beauty's lingering slander, and then nodded his head.

The conscience monster almost nodded, and was startled by the noise outside the door.

The white-haired and red-eyed boy stood at the door at some point, looking at the indoor scenery with dark eyes. He glanced past the pale-faced prostitute, and his eyes stopped at the stupid monster who was about to drown in the gentle village.

"Master Truth, I'm here to pick you up."

"...It's Cupid."

The little girl's eyes were finally focused, but her complexion was unusually red.

She launched a teleport, but she couldn't find the right position. She swayed crookedly a few times, and then was hugged by the incubator, and carefully arranged the wide collar that was slung down.

"Your posture has changed suddenly. Have you been feeling unwell recently?"

"Well, it seems a little weird."

"It seems that I have to go back earlier and find a doctor to check."

"But……"

"No problem, Lord Truth." The incubator said, "You don't need to worry about the chores of these lower creatures, I will help you."

"I will always be by your side, so there must be no problem."