The setting sun is a magnificent spectacle, an old life, an unknown destiny, or a beautiful encounter in the near future.
Shulot looked up at the great temple. He could not clearly see the statues in the temple, nor did he pay attention to the palace behind the temple, nor could he see the immortal sun, Trakaeler.
His mood has calmed down. Several years of arduous warrior training and life-and-death training on the battlefield have made his mind strong enough, self-controlled enough, and courageous enough to face all difficulties and dangers.
He had no way of knowing the conversation just now. He just saw a kind-faced old man with a smile that made people feel like spring breeze, striding this way.
The old man is about fifty years old. He wears a noble obsidian crown, an exquisite top-grade sacrificial robe, and holds a wooden staff in one hand. He is quite tall, but his clothes are wide, covering his figure and hiding his body.
Everything in my arms.
Shulot noticed that Avitt's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and he was staring at the approaching old man with cold and solemn eyes.
With a smile on his face, the old man strode to the vicinity of Wang Qi. Then, he respectfully bowed his head deeply and saluted Avitt.
"Your highness, the future king of gods! I, the chief priest Kechar, pay my respects to you. Under the witness of the Sun God, I offer the priests of the Great Temple their unchanging loyalty!"
Saying that, Kechar knelt down on one knee without hesitation, took off the divine crown on his head, revealing his gray hair. Then he bowed his head deeply and handed the hair to Avitt.
This is the etiquette for ordinary nobles to swear allegiance to the king! It is an absolute homage to the supreme chief priest of the alliance.
Avitt moved slightly, and then his eyes turned cold again. He looked coldly at the kneeling high priest in front of him without saying a word.
The scene was silent for a moment, and Shulot silently looked at this old man who was similar in age and status to his grandfather, and he was extremely wary. His grandfather once told him that the person he needed to be wary of most in the royal capital was Kechar. The two alliances
There seems to be harmony among the high priests, but in fact there are turbulent undercurrents.
After a while, Gillim coughed lightly. He took two steps forward, walked out from behind Avitt, saluted Kechar solemnly, and then paid homage in the same way. Then, he stood up and helped the chief priest on behalf of Avitt.
rise.
Kechar raised his head, with the same kind smile on his face. He then saluted Gillim, who returned the greeting meticulously. Then he turned slightly, faced Xilot, and looked up and down quickly. Seeing the young man's prowess,
His smile became more friendly and touching. Then, the chief priest lowered his head slightly and saluted Shulot.
Hulot was a little surprised. He recalled Gillim's actions just now, so he simply returned the greeting.
Avitt then opened his mouth and uttered cold words.
"Kechar, what are you doing here?"
"I am sending a message on behalf of the immortal elder." Kechar nodded gently to Shulot, then faced Avitt and said with a smile. "Congratulations to Your Highness! The elder invites you to meet tomorrow morning. Then the coronation ceremony will be held as soon as possible!
Soon, you will be the seventh-generation owner of the Lake City and the fifth-generation king of the alliance!"
"Congratulations to the king!" Gillim also smiled and congratulated Avitt.
Avitt's face melted a little, but he still didn't speak.
"Your Highness, the former king's palace has been vacated. How about I guide you to move in?"
Kechar suggested with a smile, his face showing sincerity and kindness.
Avitt shook his head and then said: "There is no need to rush. Tonight I will go back to Montezuma Palace, which my mother inherited, and wait until early tomorrow morning to see the immortal elder again!"
"Follow your will! My king." Kechar bowed his head respectfully, and then whispered. "Tonight, please allow me to visit you and give you a gift to prove my loyalty."
Avitt's eyes narrowed slightly. He did not nod or object. He just remained silent for a moment and waved goodbye.
Kechar saluted again, lowered his head and respectfully sent Avitt off. His eyes remained on Shulot's leaving figure, with a gentler smile on his face.
Hulot followed Avitt to the Montezuma Palace in the palace area on the west side of the temple area. This is the palace where the great Montezuma I lived and has a glorious historical memory.
Looking at the palace in the distance, Shulot had no time to observe the shape and scale of the palace. Suddenly, there was a turmoil in his heart, like a plucked string, vibrating incessantly. He just remembered that when he arrived at Avitt's house
, you can see your fiancée, a twelve-year-old girl, Alyssa.
Although, in this era where the average age is no more than 20 years old, girls generally mature prematurely. There are many commoners who get married and have children between the ages of 12 and 14. But for the big nobles, daughters of this age are still just Xiao He.
The exposed sharp corners are the flower bones that are protected at home and will not be known to outsiders.
Shulot knew nothing about Alyssa. He spent countless days and nights thinking about his future wife. He made all preparations in his heart to tolerate everything about her, no matter beauty or ugliness, no matter personality,
Regardless of hobbies, fulfill the responsibilities of a husband.
Hulot once asked Stanley, the family's warrior chief, but Stanley shook his head and sighed softly. He was not willing to tell Hulot that you, a silly hummingbird, are very lucky to be able to stay at the top of the royal family.
On beautiful flowers!
Now, as the palace approached, Shulot felt anxious, jumped up and down, and even his palms became slightly sweaty. The late autumn sunset shone on him, making him feel hot all over.
It seemed like a moment passed, and it seemed like a long time. Before the sun set, Wang Qi arrived outside the palace. Under Stanley's command, the family warriors spread out and stationed themselves skillfully. The light blue wooden door opened gently, and Avitt came
Unable to suppress the excitement in his heart, he strode forward, walking like the wind. A servant had already gone to deliver the news.
Shulot changed his clothes in a hurry. After some distance, he followed nervously, looking around from time to time, like a thief breaking into the house for the first time.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Alyssa!" Avitt's excited shout finally came from the front.
The young man trembled all over and looked forward with concern, but all he saw was Avitt's broad back and a strong hug with his head lowered.
"Dad!" A clear and sweet voice reached Shulot's ears like a silver bell, and then jumped in his heart.
The young man quickly quickened his pace and moved closer to Avitt.
Avitt held his beloved daughter tightly, but did not dare to use too much force. He was like caring for a flower, for fear of hurting even a little bit. He smiled with satisfaction, showing a gentle gesture that he had never seen before. In his
In his arms, his daughter's sweet call sounded. On his chest, there was his daughter's soft cheek. All of this melted the ice in his heart.
After not seeing each other for a full year and seven months, she seemed to have grown taller, reaching her chest. Looking at her daughter's eyebrows, they had opened up a lot, like a beautiful hibiscus emerging from the water. Vaguely, not only did she have the look of her deceased wife,
So soft and beautiful, um, she also inherited her own refined charm, like a person from heaven.
Alas, in the future, I don’t know which idiot will be cheaper... Thinking of this, Avitt suddenly turned his head and glared at the stupid eagle beside him.
Shulot was sticking his head out, wanting to take a closer look at the exquisite girl in Avitt's arms. He might as well use a big hand as fast as lightning, pinch the cheek that came to the door with precision, and squeeze it hard.
The boy jumped in pain, but this time, in front of the girl, he couldn't shout out under any circumstances.
"Dad?" Soon, the clear spring-like voice was like the sound of nature, which promptly calmed Avitt's unreasonable anger and flowed into the young man's heart.
Avitt stiffened and gently let go of his hand. He turned his head and smiled at his daughter Sunshine. Then he put his arm on his daughter's shoulders and paused for a few seconds. Then he gritted his teeth and turned sideways, revealing the pure girl.
This is the first time that young Shulot saw the young girl Alyssa. Their eyebrows met, looking at each other half a meter apart.
That is such a beautiful girl! She has eyes like morning stars, curved eyebrows, a delicate nose, small cherry lips, natural rosy blush, and a pure and gentle smile. There is a bit of cunning in that smile
And cuteness blooms in the pretty little face, and also blooms in the young heart.
The eyebrows are as beautiful as a painting, but they are just beginning to form, and they are the people in the painting. At this time, they are innocent and handsome, and they will charm all living beings in the future.
The boy held his breath for a moment and couldn't help but leaned closer. The person in front of him had soft facial lines, thin hair unique to girls, and shoulder-length black hair. He was dressed in white clothes, showing his exquisite and delicate figure.
Her figure is like the clouds in the sky, so soft and approachable.
"Ahem." A pair of big hands stretched out in time to separate the two people. Avitt glared at Shulot. After thinking about it, he sighed again.
"You guys can chat for a while. I have something else to do." After saying that, Avitt turned around with difficulty and walked to the main hall where the meeting was held.
The boy looked at the girl. Slowly, gently, and from the bottom of his heart, a smile spread across his face.
"Well, who are you?...Hey, it smells like the sun." The girl opened her eyes wide and looked at the boy in front of her curiously. Then she slightly probed her head and sniffed the boy's neck.
"I am Shulot." Looking at the pretty face so close and smelling the faint body fragrance, the young man who had been through battle for a long time felt his mouth go dry for a moment.
Just after entering the palace, the young man changed into a sun-dried robe. His body was marked by training under the sun. The sun was engraved on his body, and it was also engraved on his heart at this time.
"Hmm, this seems to be the name of a god? So, I am Alyssa, the elf among the clouds." The girl smiled, and the morning stars flashed with gentle smiles, scattered in the boy's eyes, making everything smile.
Eclipsed.
"Alyssa. So beautiful." The young man murmured to himself. "You are the elf of flowers, the elf of butterflies, the elf of wind, the elf of clouds. You are also my elf."
"Then, why are you here?" The girl stood on tiptoes, flashing her bright eyes, and looked at the boy brightly. A breeze blew by, blowing away the girl's long hair and messing up the boy's thoughts.
The young man felt the nascent sprout in his heart, burning his chest. The starlight fell on his heart, giving birth to crystal seeds, but they were so soft to the touch.
"Because I am the one who protects you." The young man subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch the elf in front of him.
The girl smiled softly. She turned around, her long hair gently brushing the boy's cheek, avoiding the boy's slightly strong palm. He sniffed it gently, and it was the fragrance of flowers.
"But, I already have someone to protect me. I have my father!" The girl smiled slyly and jumped back lightly.
"That's different!" The young man took vigorous steps and hurriedly chased after the elves of clouds and flowers.
"Well, why is it different?" The girl frowned slightly, stopped her brisk pace, tilted her head, and looked at the boy innocently.
"Because...because...because he can only accompany you to the beginning, but I can accompany you to the end." The young man stuttered and wanted to explain, but finally squeezed out this sentence. He then straightened his chest and pressed his hands.
He swore in his heart and looked at the girl firmly.
"The end?" The girl blinked, a little confused and confused. "What is the end of the world?"
"Everyone should leave and go to the Kingdom of God." The young man carefully weighed his words for fear of hurting the people in front of him.
"I don't want it! I don't want my father to go to the Kingdom of God! I want my mother to come back!" The girl pursed her lips, wrinkled her nose sadly, and her eyes slowly became sparkling.
Seeing the sad flowers, the boy's heart was instantly broken. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the girl hard, trying to pass on his power to her. But her palm was so delicate and soft, and the boy did not dare to use any more strength.
Turning to his other hand, he gently held the tenderness.
"Don't cry. It will take a long, long time. And there is still me." The boy approached the girl and wanted to kiss the tears in her eyes.
But the girl half-twirled away. She wiped away her tears with the back of her slender hands, and then looked at the boy seriously.
"I will go to the Kingdom of God. Will you also go to the Kingdom of God?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, and then nodded seriously. "I will go. I will be with you and accompany you until the end!" He promised in his heart: "If there is a kingdom of God, I will eventually go there."
The girl then grinned. Her eyes were crooked, like beautiful crescent moons. The crescent moons also fell into the boy's heart.
Soon, she wrinkled her cute nose again and shook her head. "Well, you are scaring people, you are a bad brother!"
"Well, let me sing!" The girl exerted a little force, and her small and smooth hand was pulled out of the boy's hand, and then suddenly floated away like a butterfly in the wind.
"I want to be a flower, hold the beautiful starlight in my mouth, and give the flower fragrance to the butterfly.
I want to be a butterfly, wrapped in the gentle fragrance of flowers, leaving its dance in the wind.
I want to make a breeze blow the wings of butterflies and draw patterns on the clouds.
I want to be a cloud, wrapped in the gentle wind, covering the eyes of the stars.
I want to be a star, lying among the clouds and quietly lighting up the flowers.
I turned into a flower again... la la la la la~~~
"
The girl's singing voice was like a lark in the sky, soft and melodious, and like a clear spring in the mountains, crisp and tinkling. Then she spread her arms and imitated the wings of a butterfly, dancing as freely as the breeze and as soft as clouds. Finally, she answered
He turned his head, pulled up the long hair on his shoulders, showed his innocent and pretty face, and gave the young man a pure smile.
The bright moon rises in the east, and the setting sun sets in the west. When the moon rises and sets, the stars open their eyes, looking at the flowers in a twinkling, and illuminating the people in the flowers.
That is Alyssa, with the face of a flower, the singing voice of a bird, the dance of an elf, and the kindness and softness of a cloud.
Shulot quietly looked at the girl in the flowers. The crescent moon, stars, flowers, butterflies, breeze, and clouds all fell into his heart one by one, and became inseparable from his heart and breath. From then on, they were inseparable from him.
Listening to the spring-like singing, it washes away all the dust in my heart.
At this moment, all I can think about is innocence.
"You once said to me,
Meeting is a song,
Eyes are the sea of spring,
Youth is a green river..."
The young man sang softly, smiled, looked warmly and tenderly at the girl in this life.
"Meeting is a song,
Life is like a river.
When you flow through my heart,
Suddenly my eyes are filled with beauty...
How many expectations do you have in life?
How much hesitation is there in the future?
When I look back, you are by my side.
The prosperity of the world makes tourists smile,
The spring scenery in my eyes reminds me of the vicissitudes of ancient times.
In the wilderness of the soul,
When will it bloom like a shooting star?
The lost me can never come back again,
Will you stay with me until I grow old?
A wisp of your black hair,
Tie up the lonely me.
I smiled,
I won’t be wandering from now on...
"
The moonlit night and the stars, the flowers and the clouds. In the intertwined songs, in the fiery hearts, this is the first meeting between the two. Si Wuxie.
