Elf Archer of Life in Another World

By Lake Murit, underground temple.

Beside the pool deep in the temple, Qi Youfeng read the newly received message and lowered his head to carefully examine the word at the bottom of the pool.

This word, according to local interpretation, means "Hu God".

After watching for a while, he raised his head and turned around to look around, and found three guards who nodded slightly towards him.

Not long ago, Qi Youfeng temporarily separated from Nian Nian on the pretext that he wanted to seek professional treatment to deal with his wounds, and also wanted to take a break offline. He also didn’t want to leave Nian Nian to a bunch of old men with ulterior motives, but Nian Nian

Nian now has a special status, she is not stupid herself, and there are a bunch of wily guys in the city, but there is another thing here that worries him more.

Fortunately, Qi Youfeng's identity was made clear to everyone every year, and the guard appointed by the prophet returned to the underground temple without any hindrance.

The underground temple was originally a forbidden area, but now the temple on the ground has collapsed, and evil monsters have appeared in the underground temple. The old ministers discussed it and decided to send the palace guards to guard every level. At worst, they will not let them go until everything is restored.

These guards just become "monks".

Qi Youfeng already knew that one of the guards staying here was one of his own. He waved to one of them.

The guard stepped forward, Qi Youfeng pointed at the pool, and the guard, who was actually Song Qing's subordinate, lowered his head and looked down.

Qi Youfeng always stared at the guard's face, even if he pointed at the bottom of the pool, his eyes did not move.

It's really crazy.

Qi Youfeng held the scimitar in his hand and lowered his head to read the words.

A cold light flashed in his ears, and the guard's steel knife struck down. He was held up by Qi Youfeng and pushed hard. He stooped and passed by the guard, turned around and hit the guard's neck with the handle of the knife, and the guard immediately fell down.

On the ground.

Sure enough.

Qi Youfeng waved away the other guards who had just reacted, turned around and jumped into the pool. Two scimitars split the water waves, like silver dragons entering the mysterious pool, and the cold light was as beautiful as day.

Wherever the cold light pointed, God Hu's name shone with golden light.

.....

"If you don't know who to choose, how about I provide you with a candidate?"

"Do you know anyone here?" Nian Nian was slightly surprised and looked at Sui.

Shi Sui shook his head and nodded again: "Actually, you also know this person."

"Don't tell me it's Songqing." When I mention this name, my temples jump every year and I want to punch someone.

Shi Sui laughed: "He is not interested in being the king."

"I know~" Nian Nian drew out his last words and curled his lips, "Such a small country, Song Qing is not a big fan of it."

"It's not a matter of the size of the country." Shi Sui explained patiently, "In this kind of country, royal power and divine power are entangled, and the king is subject to too many restrictions."

"In other words, this king is not a good errand? It can be anyone?" asked Nian Nian. If this is the case, then she will not have any psychological burden when choosing someone, and she can simply follow the wishes of those old men.

Just pick one from the candidates.

"This... is not necessarily the case."

Shi Sui thought about it for a while, and did not disturb Niannian, waiting quietly for him to speak. Niannian knew that she was far inferior to Shi Sui when it came to issues involving the overall situation. She sometimes felt that even Song Qing

This person who is in the officialdom is not as good as Sui.

"Judging from the attitude of those ministers towards you, I think the overall development trend of this country is to separate the royal power from the divine power. This is why the identities of the kings and the prophets of the first two generations on the murals overlap, but now the prophet is just a Hu god

Although he still has some authority on certain issues, in general, the prophet has no real power."

"You mean, those old men don't believe in God Hu that much?" Nian Nian was puzzled.

"No, there is no conflict between belief in God Hu and independence of royal power." Shi Sui shook his head.

"Then should I choose someone that the old men like? Follow the development trend?" Niannian asked again.

"Of course you can. But in this case, your identity as a prophet will be dispensable."

"Originally, I didn't want to be this prophet or magic stick!" I was depressed every year.

"Since I have been given this title, I might as well put it into full play." Shisui said with a smile, and looking at Nian Nian's angry look, his tone became softer.

"Those ministers must want to choose a king whose interests are consistent with theirs. In this way, after the royal power is gradually separated from the divine power, the country will be in the hands of aristocratic families. The basic structure of the entire country remains unchanged, and only the upper levels change.

The lower class people will still be governed by divine power and royal power, and the lives of the people will not get any better, it will just change the concentration of wealth and power."

Nod every year, keep a humble attitude, and write down these words seriously.

"If you want to disrupt this development trend a little, you can choose someone who has inconsistent interests with the ministers, someone from outside the city of Khawarizhe, someone who has doubts about the existence of Hu Shen, but also has concerns about the existence of God Hu.

The king's prerogative dissatisfied the dissatisfied."

"Is there such a person here?" Nian Nian was curious.

"Yes." Shi Sui nodded. This person was suggested by Song Qing, and he thought it was very suitable, because he was also a person who desperately needed external support.

.....

A palace, a sleeping quarters somewhere.

The bright red decoration hasn't been taken down yet, but the interior is already deserted.

Nineteenth Princess Aliya sat by the window, quietly lost in thought. The gifts brought by the Chinese envoy were still piled in the corner of the new house. Except for the medicines and some jewelry, other gold, silver, jade, calligraphy, painting, and porcelain were all intact.

placed in a gift box.

Alia was playing with a few dry leaves in her hand. She remembered that when she accidentally fell down and cut her forehead on a sharp stone last year, her grandmother used this medicinal leaf to cover her wound.

This kind of medicinal leaves are difficult to prepare and very expensive. My grandmother used two little lambs to get the medicinal leaves at that time, because she was afraid that it would leave scars on her forehead and that she would not find a good family in the future.

Aaliyah gently touched her forehead.

If she had left a scar at that time, she would not have been sent to Khawarizhe, she would not have become that person's nineteenth princess, and she would not have become a widow now.

"what's on your mind?"

Alya was shocked, and the medicinal leaves in her hand were instantly crushed into pieces.

Nian Nian smiled apologetically. She didn't mean to scare the nineteen-year-old princess, but the expression on the ten-year-old girl's face just now made her confused.

"I was thinking..." Alya's eyes flashed with tears, "I want to go home..."

"Then can I take you home?" Nian Nian sighed and asked with concern.

Alia shook her head and held back the tears that were about to overflow her eyes. She smiled sadly at Nian Nian: "From that day on, I have no home."

It is silent every year. For an orphaned child whose family has been destroyed, facing power and the coercion of an adult man, the hatred and sorrow in her heart are self-evident. Perhaps this is the reason why this little girl is so mature and sensible.

Bar.

"Do you want to stay here, or do you want to go somewhere else?"

Every year she no longer treats the Nineteenth Princess as a young and ignorant child. She seriously interrogates and solicits her opinions seriously.

Aaliya lowered her head and said sadly: "Stay here. If you stay here, you can at least live safely."

When there was no response, Aaliya did not raise her head. Tears finally fell on the table in front of her, gradually gathering into sobs.

After a while, the crying gradually stopped, Aaliya looked up, but Nian Nian had left as quietly as she came.

...

Nian Nian slipped out of the palace and jumped from one rooftop to another aimlessly.

It was very clear to her that this young princess was indeed a reasonable candidate for the new king, and she was also a candidate for the new king that was in line with the interests of Song Qing and others. Coupled with the appearance of this female prophet every year, it gave Hawa

It is not too abrupt for Rizhe to configure a queen.

But every year I feel that if this happens, the little princess will be too pitiful.

Not only do you have to fight wits and courage with those old men, but you also have to be controlled by Song Qing and Shi Sui. This is not being a queen, it is obviously being jailed and tortured.

She didn't want to save trouble and choose someone elected by the old men. She wanted to change some things in the city, although she didn't know where to start.

Seeing from a distance the gate through which the caravan entered the city, Nian Nian was reminded of her original intention of breaking into the temple yesterday.

Near the market where the old man was killed, I saw a familiar figure every year.

She followed the figure quietly.

…

That evening, the palace hall.

Standing on the terrace facing the east every year, Qi Youfeng stood three steps behind her, just guarding the entrance to the terrace.

People who entered the hall one after another could only see the back of Nian Nian, who looked like he was bowing his head in prayer. Everyone quietly found their seats and sat down, not daring to disturb the communication between the prophet and God Hu.

Song Qing, Shi Sui, Zheng Qi and others walked into the main hall in such a solemn atmosphere.

They are specially called here every year. Everyone here is specially called here every year.

Suddenly there was a slight commotion at the entrance of the hall, and everyone in the hall turned their heads to look. After this glance, some people were surprised, some were dissatisfied, and some were secretly happy.

Alia, the 19th princess of Hassan VI, also came.

Hearing people's comments every year, he turned around and walked out of the terrace, and went to the door of the hall to welcome Aliya in person.

Aaliya smiled sweetly at Nian Nian, her eyes full of dependence and envy.

Seeing this scene, the old ministers with white beards and hair exchanged complicated and difficult-to-read expressions, and their eyebrows knitted together tightly.

Nian Nian held Alya's hand and walked step by step from the door to the center of the hall under everyone's gaze, like a star gathering light.

The entire hall was quiet for three seconds, and you could hear a pin drop.

Nian Nian's eyes looked over the faces of everyone here, and even people who knew her well couldn't understand her expression at this time.

Song Qing frowned slightly. He always felt that something was going to happen again today.

"I called everyone here just for one thing."

Nian Nian spoke in a calm voice, but he also had a somewhat condescending feeling. The Hawali philosophers present fell to their knees one after another.

The prophet is the mouth of God Hu, and they must respect it.

"The city of Khawarizhe cannot live without a king for a day. God Hu is above, and the new king has been decided!"

"God bless you!" everyone shouted in unison.

Nian Nian glanced sideways at the little girl next to him and smiled.

Aaliyah took a breath. She had seen this smile today.

"He is the new king"