Start from Fulilian

"Yes! Your Highness."

"I really hope that my father can recover this time." As if deeply moved, Charles turned around to face the wall, and his whole body began to tremble from his shoulders.

"Please relax, Prince. Everything will be fine." The captain of the guard thought that he was trembling because he was trying hard to hold back his tears, so he couldn't help but comfort him with a few words, and then continued his guard duty.

But at this moment, if someone were to look from the wall's perspective, there wasn't a single tear on Charles' face; he was completely laughing wildly!!

Lao Deng should have died long ago!

After his death, the throne was finally his.

So the worry that Ivan would have a corpse odor or something like that was completely nonsense. The real reason was that they were afraid that Ivan would bring a panacea to the old king and force him to continue living for a few more years.

Doesn't it mean that he, who is no longer young, will still be a prince for a few more years?

Don't do this kind of thing!

So not only Ivan was not allowed to enter the palace, but all the magicians like Volame were not allowed to enter. Who knows if someone would be the chosen one and give the old king new life.

"Old man, you should have been lying in the coffin long ago!"

Charles took out a piece of paper from his arms. On it was written the old king when he felt his end was near and in his last moments of clarity: 1. Continue to clean up the old nobles, especially those who have been caught and imprisoned, they must be killed!

2. Increase the training of magicians and reduce the supply of noble knights.

3. Make friends with the new nobles with military merit, especially the brave Ivan, so that he can become the sharpest knife for the palace to attack the demons.

4. Northern Expedition! Northern Expedition!!

"He really became confused before he died." Charles threw the page of paper onto a nearby lamp, burning it to ashes.

Charles spent decades teaching these nobles so that they could quickly take control of the country when he came to power. However, almost half of them were killed by the old king who went crazy for some unknown reason.

They're all descendants of heroes! They're of noble lineage and established aristocracy! How can you just kill them like that?

As for those new nobles who had gained military merit, they were nothing but a group of uncouth men who did not understand etiquette. Even their dancing was extremely ugly and not graceful at all. It would be a complete loss of status if one belonged to the same aristocratic class as them.

Of course, if they could stand loyally behind him, minor shortcomings would not be unbearable. The bad thing was that they had a better relationship with the second prince who had been fighting on the front line.

At this time, Charles' heart was filled with desire and eagerness for the throne, and he was hostile to any obstacles.

Including the magicians, in his opinion, this is a group of forces that are difficult to control in his own hands, and it is also a huge variable for the old king's condition.

So when the old king fell into a coma for the first time, Charles, who temporarily held power, transferred most of the magicians to the front line, leaving only a few apprentices who had enrolled early.

Then there's the issue of Ivan.

"Turning that fake hero into the sharpest sword against the demons? What a joke! Humanity only has the upper hand temporarily. Besides, retaking those empty cities is pointless. Forget about collecting taxes; it's probably going to leave a huge financial hole."

No, no, give all of those to the demons. Right now, it’s good enough just to maintain the existing territory.

Hearing that Ivan implemented a tax-free policy in his territory made him even more angry. What would the people in other cities think if you exempted them from tax?

If this continues for a long time, the country will no longer be a country. It is true that in order to resist foreign aggression, we must first maintain domestic stability.

Fulilian (Thousand Years of Past): Chapter 70 Goddess: There is a Cow!

"Evan, are you a meteor that briefly streaks across the night sky, or the moon that lasts forever?"

In response to the question from his legal young elf wife, the young man, who had made sure the charcoal fire was completely extinguished, smiled brightly.

“Do you believe in miracles?”

"I admire the first guy who faced the theory of lifespan. He might have been killed by a knife."

"Celiai, once I'm proficient, I'll definitely stay with you forever... I want to become a god and achieve eternal life!"

"I'll say it again, time is going to start speeding up!!"

Lying on the bed, Celie opened her eyes.

"Dream..." She glanced sideways at her side, and saw nothing. "Ivan has left."

For the petite Celie, the 1.6-meter-wide bed is still too big. Even sleeping sideways is no problem, which makes people feel uneasy.

"Return to the original state."

As she thought of this, the ancient elf tree, like a loyal old housekeeper, shrank the bed back to a width of one and a half meters.

"Wait, this feeling..." Celia, who was connected to the control center, suddenly noticed something strange in the ancient elf tree.

You have to know that she is almost a god-level existence in the ancient tree, and nothing can be hidden from her.

But now it was just a vague feeling of strangeness, so there was only one possibility, and that was a real god.

That was her elder sister, Angris. Celie came to the hall, and just as she expected, it was the goddess who broke in without permission.

She stood quietly, like a perfect statue, her golden hair, as dazzling as the sun, flowing softly over her shoulders and back, shimmering with enchanting luster like a golden waterfall.

Her face is somewhat similar to Celia's, but she is obviously more mature, with a sharper chin and a high nose bridge that makes her profile more three-dimensional. Her eyes are like clear sapphires, deep and bright, revealing a light of ethereality and wisdom.

The two sisters looked at each other, as if they were arguing with each other. No one spoke first, as if the one who spoke first would be some kind of loser.

So when Zanze finished cooking and came out, he saw this strange scene.

Elves are very rare, and the only other elf besides Celiai that Zanze has seen so far is Furlin.

The uninvited guest not only had the same blonde hair as his mother, but also had similar facial features.

relative?

However, from an instinctive feeling, the other party does not seem to be an ordinary elf.

Moreover, unlike the generally petite elves, she has a tall and slender figure, a rare big sister type. Her white robe flutters in the wind, adding a bit of otherworldly temperament, as if she does not belong to this world, which makes people feel awe and admiration.

"Mom, breakfast is ready. Do you want to invite the guests to eat together?" Zanze tried to break the weird atmosphere.

When Angris heard the long-haired girl in front of him address Celia, his eyes lit up immediately and he walked around Celia in an instant and came to Zanze.

"Are you Celie's daughter? How old are you? Are you married? Wait, since Celie has a daughter, does that mean she's already married? I actually missed my own sister's wedding?! By the way, what's the name of the groom, your father?"

The series of questions without any pause really scared Zanze. He took a half step back, but the chair blocked his retreat. He sat down on the chair with no way out, as if he was a helpless little girl forced by a strange aunt.

"Hey, hey, why aren't you talking? You spoke just now, so you're not mute. And I'm not a suspicious person. I'm your mother's sister, your aunt. Are you too introverted? This won't do. If you don't learn how to interact with people, you'll become a little old woman who stays at home, exuding a decadent atmosphere and never growing taller!"

Feeling deeply implied, Celie turned around and saw that Angelis, who had neither the demeanor of a goddess nor the temperament of an elder, was circling around her daughter, looking left and right, as excited as a child.

Under the dual pressure of seniority and divine status, Zanze sat upright with his feet together and his hands on his thighs, too nervous to move.

"After a thousand years, did you come here just to bully my child, Angris?"

"Haha! Celie, you spoke first, I win this time--" Angelis immediately showed a smug expression, with his eyebrows curved, making it look like his eyes were smiling.

"childish."

Celie crossed her arms over her chest. "And the first words we spoke were from you. Is your memory shorter than a fish's?"

"That...that's what I said to your daughter. It doesn't count." Angelis pursed her lips. "How about this, this time it's a draw for you. We both win. It's the so-called win-win situation!"

“…” Celie was too lazy to continue arguing. After rescuing the bewildered Zanze, she gestured for Angris to sit down and eat first.

"The last time we met was a thousand years ago, right? Why did you suddenly want to come here again?"

"It's normal to want to get out and move around after sleeping for a long time. The meteor shower woke me up last night."

As Angris took the snack handed to her by Zanze, she stared at her with her sparkling eyes, as if she was going to pull Zanze into her arms and rub him hard in the next second.

"Let's put my affairs aside for now, Celie, what's going on with this child? Tell me."

"Aren't you omniscient in this world? Do I really need to tell you about a thought search?"

"That's different," Angelis explained. "What you hear and see in person has a completely different meaning than what you deduce through calculation. Furthermore, that ability has only a 97% accuracy rate. Relying on it constantly can easily lead to serious problems."

She continued, "Not long ago, a demon was secretly stealing that ability while I was asleep. I was originally planning to replace him with a human, the All-Knowing Hero. After all, as a goddess, I can't personally attack mortals. But since you've already killed him, it saves me a lot of effort... Mmm, the snacks are delicious! Did you make this, kid? It's amazing."

"Thank you for the compliment..." Zanze responded restrainedly but politely.

"Woo woo, so cute, come into your aunt's arms!"

Is this guy really an elf?!

Zanze had great doubts about Angris's race. You know, neither Celia nor Fulilian would have such big emotional ups and downs, especially such intense outward expressions.

"This guy is the goddess's humanity, which is a side of her various emotions, so she looks so eccentric."

Celia explained, "Just think of her as an unreliable elder. Don't be too afraid."

"I understand."

Zanze finally adjusted his mindset and introduced himself to Angris, "Hello, auntie. My name is Izanze. You can just call me Zanze. I was born from the fusion of my father Ivan and mother's spirits in the illusion world."

"God... Godly friend?"

The excited Angelis blushed, causing tic-tac-toe marks to appear on Celie's forehead.

Why do you have such a good imagination!

Not long after, Angris regained her composure. "The father's name is Ivan. Let me check his background first to see what kind of man you found, Celie..."

She did not use her future vision, but instead looked through the solidified history.

"A visitor from another world? Add three points for a mysterious identity."

"Have a unique perspective on magic? Two points."

"Being able to treat enemies with cruelty, whether human or demonic... Hmm, it's hard to say, so I'll leave the score unchanged."

"Wait, isn't that the holy sword I left behind in his hand? There shouldn't be a world-destroying crisis looming, so how did he pull it out? Oh, it's just the empty shell. That's fine then."

"How can it be okay?!!"

Angris immediately gritted her teeth, because that was the body of the holy sword that she had nurtured with the essence of the world for thousands of years!

Now she's been kidnapped. If it was someone else, Angris would probably give them some relief, but if it was Celie's husband...

"Well, it was Celie who gave me the backdoor key... Consider it a wedding gift. He also killed a well-hidden evil god's follower before, so it can't be considered a disgrace."

"But merit is merit, and fault is fault. For stealing the holy sword, I will deduct five points."

"Next, let's look at his personal character. He rejected the female mage of the adventure team, not bad. He also rejected the seduction of the Viscountess, not bad. He also had a great time with Celia's disciple, his own teacher, Volame, and filled a demon who had awakened his emotions with loyalty, even overflowing..."

Angris sighed deeply, and looked at Celie with a gaze that was three parts pity, three parts ridicule, and four parts anger. She said firmly: "Divorce this scumbag!"

How can you eat from your bowl, look at the pot, and think about the fields?

"No."

Celia frowned immediately, "There's no need for you to interfere in the matter between him and me."

"But, but he was with another woman——"

"So? I acquiesced to this. After all, given the physiological characteristics of elves, it's still difficult for a human youth who is at the age of being able to wear steel plates to satisfy them."

"There are cows! There are cows—"

Angris wailed to show that he, the god of pure love, could not accept it.

But since the person involved hadn't said anything, what else could he do? He couldn't possibly turn himself into Celie and issue a curse that forced him to love only one person for the rest of his life, could he?

"Why do you care so much?" Celie sneered. "After all, their lifespans are limited. No matter how many times they are replaced, I am the only one who can always be with Ivan."

"Ivan...his life span is limited, right? Let me make this clear. If his soul enters my heaven, I will not let it go even if you, Celie, beg for mercy."

"Don't worry about that. I'll do it myself... I mean, Ivan is following a similar path to you."

"Hmm? Could it be... becoming a god?!"

This time, Angelis no longer attacked Ivan on the basis of his personal morality, but instead thought about the possibility of his successful ascension to godhood.

First of all, this continent is an area on the planet that she has isolated to prevent it from being invaded on a large scale by evil gods. She herself also possesses various divine attributes, such as the God of Creation, the Lord God, the God of Healing, the God of Time... a host of titles.

Unless Ivan can surpass himself in some aspect and be accepted and recognized by humans, spread widely, or dig a new track... Just make a brief analogy with the Chinese national football team winning the World Cup, and you will know how slim the success rate is.

"I have to see that guy with my own eyes." Angris chose to observe him closely, and left the ancient elven tree in a hurry after finishing his meal.

Then, less than three minutes later, he rushed back, took Zanze's hand, and said to Celie, "Let me borrow your child to play with for a while. I won't hold you responsible for revealing the method of stealing the Holy Sword to Ivan."

Celia: “…”

Zanze: “…”

In my opinion, this woman doesn't look like a human god!

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