How To Wear a Goddess Statue

The current city lord, a collateral blood descendant of the royal family who was put in after the old city lord "passed away", more precisely, he is a nephew of the same line of Horst.

Probably because yesterday's dismounting failed to be implemented in place, and consciously lost face, this city master deliberately ignored the princess and handed over an invitation to the caravan master.

The letter pretended to talk about cooperation with the caravan, and it was not until the end of the letter that the princess was mentioned lightly, roughly meaning:

I heard that most of your escorts are royal guards, including the exiled princess and the once-famous royal city guard Mortis? It's too strange, the city owner is very curious, remember to bring it when you come to discuss the business, so that the city owner can open his eyes.

Bright provocation, undisguised contempt.

This is something a normal city lord can do?

In the city lord's mansion, many aides and officials also thought the same.

Provocation of the princess, even if you stab a word or two in private, and send it in a letter openly, even don't forget to affix a seal on the letter... May I ask the Lord of the city, you are afraid that the other party will catch you Can't get the handle?

A staff member persuaded painstakingly: "Sir, the invitation letter will be sent out as soon as it is sent, just please, let us discuss the cooperation next, no need for adults to spend more time, you can see ?"

The city lord hummed lazily while watching the dancing girl raise her arms and spin in front of her: "Do you really think that I want to discuss cooperation with that little broken caravan?"

Aide: "..." Of course he knew that the city lord just wanted to take the opportunity to humiliate the princess, but he had to persuade him just because he knew!

"I don't understand what you are all afraid of." The city lord was genuinely confused, "Eleuil, a poor girl who has just grown up, even if she makes some achievements in the frontier, what is there to do? So dreadful? Could it be that the Frontier Corps can cross half of Solancia to support her?"

"But that's the queen after all—"

"The daughter of the late king, and not the daughter of His Majesty, what kind of princess is she."

The staff scolded unbearably in their hearts.

For eight years, he and his colleagues have followed the city lord, they are in charge of everything, and they are responsible for the responsibility. .

For example, the matter in front of you, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the princess can shirk her role as a caravan guard, but others can't really treat her as a guard, let alone on the bright side. Make trouble.

Otherwise, if the matter spreads, what will the people who respect the royal family think, and what will the former kings and old officials who support the royal family think?

However, these words can only be muttered by the staff in their hearts, and what they say is still careful persuasion.

"My lord, I just don't think you need to care about the princess. After all, you are directly related to the royal family. It's better to turn a blind eye. Why bother with her?

The city lord's face sank: "Presumptuous!"

The staff was startled, and they bowed their heads in a panic with several officials behind them, only to hear the city lord angrily: "She is the direct line? You heard clearly, only the lineage where your majesty is is the orthodox bloodline, now Yes, and always will be!"

The aide twitched his lips and couldn't say a word.

The city lord asked: "Why don't you make a sound?"

The staff said with difficulty: "I made a blunder, I beg your pardon."

"What a disappointment..."

The city lord waved his hand, and he was not interested in watching the singing and dancing in front of him, and swaggered out of the council room.

The Chamber, ha.

In addition to here, where else can you see dancers perform in the council hall of the City Lord's Mansion?

Several officials looked at each other and shook their heads miserably.

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The date written on the invitation letter is two days later.

As one of the guards who specially marked "remember to bring" on the invitation letter, Eleuil was very calm.

She completely abandoned the gorgeous gold ornaments and robes, covered her body with light armor, and tightened her boots. The accessories, matched with the armor and strong outfit, are not inconsistent.

Luodus glanced at the clothes on his body, it was a standard female official attire.

She was about to tie her black hair when she heard Eleuil say, "This time, can you not go?"

"Huh?"

"The letter only mentions me and Mortis, and probably won't allow other guards to follow. If you go to the appointment as a female officer, I'm worried that the idiot will be ignorant and offend."

It's not a worry, it's a certainty.

Judging from the information obtained and the two previous provocative actions, the current city owner is likely to be an idiot - Eleuil can call him so rudely, because normal people can't do that behavior.

Faced with this kind of guy, Eleuil is very reluctant to let Luodus appear in his field of vision. Who knows if the other party will make nonsense and offend the gods when they meet?

Although the possibility is not high, the thought that Luodus may hear contempt, belittling or even abusive words, Eleuil is full of killing intent.

Luodus didn't know that the Queen's focus was here.

She thought that it was normal for Aileu to have a female officer beside her when she attended as a princess, but if she attended the appointment as a guard, the presence of a female officer or accompanying personal guard would not be so appropriate.

So Luodus nodded lightly and agreed.

It doesn't matter if she can't go together, but this time the inviter has a clear attitude, and her methods are crude but direct. She worries about the princess, thinks about it, and decides to go with her as a transparent spirit.

When Eleuil arrived in the foyer, the caravan master was already waiting here, and Mortis sat aside, carefully wiping his sword.

"Your Highness, are you really going?" The businessman was still hesitant, "This city owner doesn't care about surface etiquette. He said that he wanted you to go, maybe he just wanted to take the opportunity to make things difficult."

Eleuil: "Strictly speaking, he will definitely try his best to make me embarrassed."

It can't even be counted as a kill game, and this thing is not something anyone can arrange.

Mortis used to think about it by himself, but since he followed the princess, he hadn't thought much of it, and only after hearing this, he sneered while holding the hilt of the sword.

"If he dares, I will first let him know what royal power is."

It's really just a decoration for the royal guard!

Eleuil: "I heard interesting news. Last night, there was a movement in the Colosseum here, and people came and went. It will probably open today."

Mortis was stunned for a moment, and his face really changed.

"He wouldn't mean—"

"It should be." The princess rubbed the leather wristband.

If the other party has no sense, as the object of making things difficult, she has no choice but to ignore it, right?

Anyway, by this time, the city lord's actions of disrespecting etiquette and embarrassing the princess have already spread among the rich and noble businessmen of this city, and it is only a matter of time before it spreads to the common people.

Eleuil took the lead and walked out of the hall, the corners of his mouth unconsciously drew a cool arc, and his eyes were cold.

If I don't let him learn a lesson, I'm afraid I don't know what it means.

Luodus, who was in the spirit state, regained her silver hair and floated aside, her gaze unconsciously fixed on the corners of the princess's curved and cold lips, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised.

Lotus is a little new.

For Eleuil, the river goddess is of course very familiar. She knows all the habits of the girl and remembers her inadvertent little actions, but she rarely sees the princess showing such an expression.

When the gods were by her side, Eleuil always held back a little momentum.

Even if there is someone who is disgusted and disgusted standing in front of her, she will at most show ruthless ridicule, but she will not have such a strong sense of shock.

Only when Luo Das is not nearby, this kind of awe that is usually hidden will be revealed inadvertently.

The businessman has never been on the battlefield, and has no sense of this change, but Mortis, whose keen senses have been tossing between life and death all the year round, reminded him to be vigilant and make his hair stand on end.

Your Highness is really angry this time? Not really, for this kind of jumping clown...

Mortis guessed wildly, but soon found that it was really tiring, so he put the doubts aside and ignored it.

The carriage sent by the City Lord's Mansion was parked outside the palace.

It's the same official from before, he stood in front of the car door with a wry smile that couldn't stop him: "Your Highness."

Eleuil nodded slightly.

I wonder if this nod gave the official courage, he tentatively said: "Your Highness, the city lord is still young and always likes to play around like a child, if he offends in any way You, please don't take it to heart,"

The princess smiled half-smile: "How old is your city lord?"

"Well, just turned twenty-one."

"Really? I only had my bar mitzvah last month."

Officers: “…”

He was speechless and could only bite the bullet and invite the three princesses to board the carriage.

Luodas floated lightly, landed on the top of the carriage, and sat in the air.

The horse tied to the front of the car neighed and ran with four hooves. The cold wind suddenly increased, but it was unable to move the spirit body at all.

Luodus looked at the direction the carriage was heading, his eyes narrowed slightly.

This is not the way to the castle.

And it was so, a quarter of an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of a huge building.

The whole is cylindrical and folded downwards, and the audience seats up to three floors surround the circular venue at the bottom.

—This is the only arena in the main city.

A favorite place for the nobility, where gladiators, slaves and beasts died.

The city lord sits in a pavilion independent of the three-story stairs. This pavilion is supported by columns and is a VIP seat exclusively for the royal family and organizers.

With a complacent smile, he cast a glance at the appointment.

The line of sight swept past the princess, then looked at Mortis contemptuously, and finally landed on the face of the caravan owner.

"It's freezing cold, and there's no way I can invite you to watch the garden. It's boring to just watch the singing and dancing. After thinking about it, only the arena is the most interesting."

"Big businessman, the city lord set the location here without authorization, you should have no opinion?"

The author has something to say:

The city owner, who is crazy about dancing in the minefield, is about to kick the first iron plate he met in his life.

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