Noble Emblem

Beta was stunned for a moment, and then understood what Shasha meant.

It has to be said that people's thoughts and positions are different when sitting in different positions. If Shasha was still a princess, she would definitely not be able to say such things.

But now Sasha is the queen.

She has been able to face up to her identity and status, and think about her proper stance and behavior.

She said that the sanctuary was destroyed because she was speaking from the standpoint of a queen.

People are going to change. Beta himself is no different.

Beta, who taught and built roads in Reed Village back then, and Beta, who is now the pope, have very different ideological concepts. He knew this himself.

As a queen, it is naturally difficult for Shasha to accept that there is such a terrifying and huge force in her country. As long as she looks at the Holy Land of Light in the intelligence, Shasha feels a sense of pressure.

But because the other party was too powerful, she had no choice but to endure it and try to get used to it.

But now, the sanctuary has been destroyed, and the Temple of Light is besieged by almost all sects. Its strength is getting worse day by day, and the pressure that Shasha feels is getting smaller and smaller.

She has always been grateful to the person or force who destroyed the sanctuary.

But she never thought that this person was actually Cook.

"You are indeed mine..." Sasha's face turned slightly red, and her eyes looking at Beta became more and more gentle.

Beta coughed slightly and interrupted Qini: "Sasha, I have something very important to tell you this time."

"We'll talk about it later." Sasha pretended to take Beta's hand and walk away naturally, but in fact, her ears were a little red: "Let's eat something first. I'm preparing the best food in the country this morning." grains, and fruit wine.”

Shasha's bedroom, or the big boudoir... was quite luxurious inside, and the table in the middle was filled with all kinds of fruits and pastries.

She pulled Beta to sit down, picked a grape first, and brought it to Beta's mouth.

Beta raised his eyes and looked at the other party.

Sasha's face turned even redder, but she looked at Beta bravely, with a pair of big eyes and rippled water, in which Beta could see her own shadow.

After hesitating for a while, Beta opened his mouth and ate the grapes.

When her lips touched Shasha's fingers, she flinched slightly and smiled.

Then she picked another grape, put it to Beta's mouth, and looked at him expectantly.

With a delicate temperament and a girlish face... Beta felt that she couldn't refuse, so she had to eat again.

Sasha smiled even wider.

After about ten minutes, Beta had eaten at least thirty grapes and felt that she didn't need to eat anymore. Salsa stopped with satisfaction.

"Now can we get down to business?"

"Say it."

Sasha is in a good mood.

"Actually, I have to confess something to you." Beta looked at Shasha, hesitated for a while, and said, "Actually, my real name is not Cook."

"Um."

Sasha didn't seem surprised.

"My real name is Beta Lyon, the Pope of the Cult of Wealth."

"Well, I understand."

Sasha still had the same calm expression with a slightly red face, and she didn't mean to be angry at all.

Beta looked at the other person for a while and asked, "Aren't you angry? After all, I deceived you before."

"Actually, I have guessed that you are not the real Cook. After I became the queen and you left, I have been looking for you." Shasha smiled and said: "I just want to find you, not investigate you. But according to The information fed back tells us one thing, your noble status may have been 'bought'."

"I thought you wouldn't check." Beta smiled awkwardly.

Shasha smiled in her heart, if ordinary people, they would really be too lazy to check. For such a powerful male spell caster to be willing to become a French citizen and a noble here, this in itself can be regarded as a kind of 'defection'.

If the other party is not causing trouble, try not to investigate if possible.

But Beta is different. He is Shasha's choice for regent, and he is also a man that Mu Lin 'identifies' with.

How could such an important person not check it out?

And even if it is an investigation, it is not an investigation with malicious intent, but a "desire for knowledge" that wants to know more about the person you like.

Sasha didn't care at all what Cook's real name was. She only knew that Cook was Cook. It didn't matter if his name was White, Slime, or Tony. He was the only Cook in her heart.

Now that Cook is willing to take the initiative to reveal his identity, it is already a quite happy surprise for her.

"Then, do you have anything serious to tell me?"

"As the pope of the Cult of Wealth, I want to preach in France." Seeing that Shasha did not show any disgust, Beta continued: "We don't need any support, as long as there is no suppression."

Sasha was a little curious: "The Cult of Wealth? I've never heard of it."

"This is a teaching that I personally copied." Beta took out a hardcover white book from the mansion's art space and placed it in Shasha's hand: "You can take a look."

"No problem." Shasha smiled and said: "Anyway, the Holy Land of Light has been weakened now, and it is still your handiwork. Whether it is public or private, I will not refuse this request."

Beta did not expect it to go so smoothly, although before he came, he felt that he should be able to get permission from Shasha, but the progress was too simple and easy.

"Aren't you afraid that my sect is a cult?"

"Do the people in the cult like to help others as much as you do?"

"I just indirectly killed millions of people."

"Those people deserved to die."

At this point, Beta was convinced that Shasha was already a qualified queen. Even though she was still a little immature, she was still on the right path.

"Then thank you, Her Majesty the Queen."

Sasha frowned: "I don't like you calling me that."

"Okay, Shasha." Beta shrugged indifferently. He was not really afraid of Shasha's identity. Calling her "Your Majesty" was just a courtesy.

"Since I agree to your sect preaching here, you must agree to a condition."

"Please say."

It is normal to ask for help from someone and then have someone take advantage of you.

"You stay here with me for a few more days."

"this……"

Shasha's face was full of tears: "You don't agree to such a simple thing?"

All right!

Under normal circumstances, Beta is soft and hard to eat. But he is always very polite to his friends, especially those to whom he feels he owes something.

Then Beta was arranged by Shasha to live in the room next door.

In the evening, Mu Lin also came.

At this time, her hair had reached her waist, and her original tomboyish look had completely disappeared, replaced by a confident and heroic feminine aura.

When she saw Beta, her eyes were full of joy, but she was not as attentive as before. Instead, she made a ladylike salute and said softly: "Long time no see, Mr. Cook?"

"You should call me Beta."

Before coming, Aishasha had already told her about Beta's 'things'.

But hearing Beta admit it in person was quite important to her.

"Okay, Beta." Mu Lin smiled and then exited the room: "See you tomorrow."

It seems that she made a special trip here just to see Beta.

The next day, Beta had breakfast with Shasha and Mu Lin.

Of course, the atmosphere is similar to that in the manor, except that there are more people serving, and the meals are more elegant and delicious.

Beta thought that Shasha asked him to accompany her everywhere, but unexpectedly, Shasha actually took him to the parliament, and he was sitting on the left side of Shasha and a little behind.

This is the kind of treatment only a regent can get.

The regent is usually the husband of the queen.

Sitting there, Beta felt uncomfortable all over. Below, at least twenty important ministers of France glared at him.

Only one person looked at him with a friendly smile.

Former beauty prosecutor, Natalia.

Beta felt like she was being roasted on a fire.

Shasha was discussing state affairs with the ministers. When she encountered something that she was not sure about, she actually turned to him and asked him in a low voice: "Beta, what do you think?"

This made other courtiers even more angry, especially young people.

Beta felt that she was definitely cheated by agreeing to Shasha.

Shasha must have a devil's tail growing behind her now.

After leaving the morning meeting, Beta felt a little tired. Seeing this, Shasha smiled and said: "You pushed me to the position of queen, but you never thought about whether I can do it. Now you know how hard it is."

"Is this your little revenge?"

Shasha raised her eyebrows proudly: "Yes."

As soon as she raised her head, the two lumps on her chest puffed up, which looked strangely in contrast to her slender and petite body.

Seeing Shasha's appearance, Beta somehow thought of the goddess Watkins.

Wo Jin slightly sculpted his body to make himself smaller, but for what purpose?

Beta thought her original appearance was very beautiful, but of course... her current appearance seemed to be more in line with his aesthetics.

"Now go and see Mu Lin. She needs your guidance on some things."

Shasha waved to the side, called a maid, and asked her to take Beta to find Mulin.

Mu Lin also lived in the palace. She was looking into the distance on the balcony of the second floor with her cheeks in her hands. She saw Beta coming over from the corner of her eye. She immediately got up, straightened her clothes a little, sat on the chair next to her, and waited quietly.

After a while, Beta went up to the second floor under the guidance of the maid.

"Sister asked you to come here," Mu Lin asked with a smile.

"Yeah, she said you wanted to see me if you had something to do."

"Well, someone asked me to save my marriage."

"Isn't this normal? When you used to have short hair, nobles often proposed to you. Now that your hair is longer and you are more beautiful, more people will naturally be attracted to you."

"But this time is different. The proposer is a prince from another country."

Beta stopped talking. As an outsider, he was not suitable to interfere in matters like political marriage.

"I think I should ask your opinion."

Mu Lin's tone was somewhat resentful.