It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

【…

The day flies by.

Christie's parents were afraid that they would be caught by their son again, so they hurriedly packed their luggage and ran away, as if they would have to continue to be kings if they were caught.

Looking at Christie with a smile on his face, the gentleman smiled and reached out to rub his head.

"Once you've dealt with Celitia's affairs, I'll come pick you up and let's experience life together."

Christie stared at him for a moment before she smiled and nodded, "Okay."

The gentleman pinched his cheek and prepared to leave.

"Wait." Christie suddenly called out to him.

The gentleman looked at him doubtfully, "?"

"I want to ask you where you are going next." Christie still smiled.

The gentleman thought for a moment and said, "Angel tribe, I guess."

Christie blinked, "Angel tribe?"

"Yeah." The gentleman was in no hurry to leave. He folded his elbows with his hands, leaned his body slightly and leaned against the pillar next to him. "The angels seem to be in decline. No six-winged angels have been born. I plan to go and see what the reason is."

Christie's eyes flashed with surprise, "Why, you still need to be responsible for these?"

The gentleman paused, "...almost."

"You went to the mermaid tribe for similar reasons?" Christie felt a little strange and looked at her husband with a more serious look.

The gentleman nodded vaguely, "Well... probably."

"Oh, so what about Celitia?" Christie smiled faintly.

"Ah...it's such a nice day. I think I should go now."

The gentleman was about to slip away before he could finish his words, but Christie quickly grabbed his wrist.

He smiled faintly and said, "Sir, please explain clearly first, otherwise you can forget about leaving."

After all, he is still the superior, and even though he puts on airs with a gentle expression, he still reveals a sense of oppression that cannot be underestimated.

But the gentleman didn't buy it. He glanced at Christie and said, "Are you going to imprison me?"

Christie failed in a second.

"..."

The gentleman glanced at him and said, "If you want to play, I'll let you do it for a few days."

The corner of Christie's mouth twitched, "No, no, there's no need, I'm not a pervert, don't misunderstand me."

"Then I..."

Mr. is playing hard to get.

Christie immediately dragged him back into the house, then pressed him down on the sofa and said with a fake smile, "Just lie down."

The gentleman raised his legs and leaned back on the sofa, looking at Christie lazily.

Christie sighed and turned to bring him snacks and tea.

The gentleman leisurely picked up a piece of dessert, took a sip of tea after taking a bite, and then took a sip of tea after taking a bite. Finally, under Christie's increasingly gloomy gaze, he took another sip of tea to moisten his lips, and spoke in a slow tone that was so slow that it could make people anxious.

“It just reduces the extinction of the race.”

Christie raised her eyebrows slightly, looking interested.

"After all, no matter which race it is, it needs a suitable leader." The gentleman played with the teacup and continued casually, "Just like Celitia, if there is no suitable person sitting on the throne, then Celitia will most likely go downhill until it perishes."

Christie understood and smiled, "It seems that I am the right one. No wonder you seduced me."

Then he changed the subject and asked with a hint of curiosity: "What if I didn't agree to you at the beginning?"

The gentleman didn't care, "Then I'll just have to take that position myself and wait for the right person to show up."

Christie twitched her lips slightly, "Like the mermaids?"

He remembered that the last time he heard a merman call him a priest.

"Almost." The gentleman spat out the tea leaves in his mouth, and then turned to look at Christie as if he had thought of something, "You've been on the throne for two hundred years, and you can almost quit."

Christie: “?”

Is there such a good thing?

Handing the teacup to Christie and asking him to pour another cup, the gentleman turned sideways and said, "Because the ideal successor of Lyleyard is Calvin, but unfortunately, something unexpected happened."

Christie suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the gentleman saved the little guy who had only a year left to live.

"So what was the accident?"

He moved the cup of tea to the opposite side and asked the question even though he knew the answer.

"The accident is that I forgot about it and it took me a few years to come here." The gentleman answered calmly, and he was accustomed to his situation.

It turned out to be like this.

Christie couldn't help but laugh, then he frowned, "So in two hundred years, Laeryard will be destroyed."

"Well, don't worry too much. Races need to fight against each other to last long, so in another eight hundred years, a new race will be born to rival Seritia."

The gentleman was kneading the fat little bird in his hands and it flew over to him as a toy.

Christie: “…”

"So... it doesn't matter to you whether a race is extinct or not?"

"Well, yes, why else do you think I would treat these things as fun?"

The gentleman smiled faintly, and a hint of evil flashed in his bottomless eyes.

Christie was silent for a moment, pretending to be sad, "It turns out that my role is just to help you pass the time."

The gentleman restrained his smile, as if laughing would cost him energy, but he did not comment on Christie's words.

He slowly ate a few more pieces of snacks, which could easily cause choking if not eaten with tea.

Christie sat opposite him, watching him eat with a smile on her face.

After finishing the cup of tea, the gentleman took the handkerchief handed to him by Christie and wiped his fingertips. He then threw the fat bird nestling on his body to Christie and said, "Okay, I have to go now."

Little Fat Bird: ...Second goal, second goal! Lost again, sob.

"Okay." Christie nodded and threw the little fat bird back into its nest.

The little fat bird flapped its wings: ...】

Liu Qingyao: "No one spoke up for that little fat bird? Then I will, hahahahahaha..."

Murataya sighed, "Sir is always having affairs with other women, Godfather, keep an eye on him."

The Godfather smiled.

:)

Asa, who had returned to his seat at some point, said: "...I can't believe that the gentleman knew you first. Also, how come I didn't realize that you were that much older than me."

Kawasho Machi: "Godfather, you said you were under 10,000 years old?"

R: “I don’t think I said that.”

Kawasho Machi: “…”

"That's not right." Bechfinger noticed something. "Didn't they say that the Celitians only live for a few thousand years?"

"Yes!"

Suddenly, all eyes fell on R.

R lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea, ignoring those gazes.

Karasuma Renya: I really envy you. (bushi)

【…

Exactly two hundred years.

Christie took care of all the affairs of Celitia and trained an assistant who could manage Celitia.

And as the gentleman said back then, without a good leader, Laeryard declined in just two hundred years.

Countless people of Laeryard were killed or wounded, but this was not caused by the war, but because their king cruelly took away their lives.

Christie sighed with emotion, and went home after finishing her last piece of official business.

He had been planning to wash up and then take a rest, but he didn't expect to bump into another person when he turned around.

Christie: “?”

He raised his head and saw a strange but unusually beautiful face.

But the other person was covered in blood, his pure white clothes were dyed red, and even his white hair was stained with sticky blood.

The other party raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. His blue eyes were calm as he looked at Christie. After a moment, he raised his hand and stroked his cheek, "You are getting more and more beautiful, Christie."

Christie was stunned for a moment, "Sir??"

The gentleman's eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly returned to the casual state that Christie was familiar with.

He crossed his arms and said, "What's wrong? I remember you this time but you don't remember me?"

Christie came back to her senses from her daze, and a hint of helplessness appeared on her face when she heard the words, "Sir, do you want to hear what you are saying now?"

The gentleman paused and said, "Oh."

"And what's with the blood on your body? Are you injured?" Christie frowned again, walked around him, and then saw the wound on his back.

The gentleman waved his hand, turned around to face him, and explained leisurely, "It's okay, it's fake."

Christie: ?

He didn't quite believe it.

The gentleman shrugged, and the next second, three pairs of white wings grew back, and the blood on his body disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Christie was silent.

Okay, he believed it.

"Then..." Christie glanced at him and followed him to sit on the sofa.

"The next suitable high priest appeared, so I just ran away." The gentleman stroked his long hair casually, "It just so happened that the next one to go was the demon tribe."

He briefly talked about what happened after he arrived at the Angel Tribe, then yawned and said, "I'm going to take a break."

"……Um."

Christie watched him enter the room, took a long breath, then remembered that she also needed to rest, so she got up and went to the bathroom. 】

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