Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

"Adoya, who are these people?"

"My lord, this is your new guard."

"New guard?"

"Yes, after the dinner, the Mother Goddess ordered to adjust the ratio of the various races in the guards, and transferred most of the highland elves away."

"!"

Hearing Aduoya's words, the black-haired boy couldn't help but slightly widen his eyes, and the expression on his face was extremely complicated for a while.

If there were reasons for the behavior at the dinner party such as lack of evidence, then the behavior of the Mother Goddess is completely considering Roja.

Transferring the members of the Highland Elf Clan would not do any good to the Mother Goddess, and might even hurt the feelings of this family who were loyal to the Mother Goddess, but they still did it for the sake of the Mother Goddess Roja, and they took the initiative.

In this way, on the eve of the war, the behavior that may cause internal problems is basically impossible to win Roja, it can only be sincere love, and after feeling this concern, Roja's heart is even more uncomfortable.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, the flashing eyes of the black-haired boy who recalled the relationship with the mother god gradually solidified, and the expression on his face also became firm. After thinking for a while, Roja looked at the maid on the side.

"Adoya, I need to sleep for a while."

"I see, please call me if you need anything."

The elf who answered in a low voice exited the room, while the black-haired boy went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

The sinking consciousness fell into darkness again, followed by the familiar hazy feeling. In the dream, the ever-changing world appeared around Roja again. The path in the darkness winds and stretches to the end of the world. The young man took a step forward and stepped into the evil god's world for the second time.

The moment the door was pushed open again, Roja regained consciousness, and he walked in quickly, followed by the girl's happy voice.

"Have you come to me again so soon? You are really impatient."

Having said so, Adavia closed the book, smiled and looked at the figure in front of the table, while the black-haired boy on the other side had a serious face. He looked at the brown-haired girl, and after a little greeting, he said:

"Aidavia, let's continue the topic from last time. Could you please tell me? The relationship between the Mother Goddess and Shia."

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In the dim room, the black-haired boy stood in front of the table, sincerely and eagerly looking at the brown-haired girl in front of him, and feeling Roja's emotions, Adavia blinked his eyes with A little doubtful.

Although the contact time is not long, even only once, in the eyes of Adavia, the young man in front of him is still very calm and cautious. Even after knowing that she is an evil god, he has not been strongly shaken, but this second meeting , his mood seemed a little unstable.

Due to the Mother God, Adavia's perception of the outside world was hindered, so she couldn't immediately know what happened outside, but after thinking about it carefully, a smile appeared on the brown-haired girl's face.

"Oh? You seem to be very anxious. It seems that something happened. Do you think she is similar to Shia?"

"No, I don't know the specific appearance of Shia, but I have some doubts about her attitude, and not only her, I also want to know the situation of the savior."

Facing Adavia's question, Roja didn't have any reservations, but directly raised his own needs. The girl who heard the words blinked, as if she was not used to the black-haired boy's feeling of trusting her. She leaned back in the chair, thought for a while and replied:

"It's nothing to tell you, but I have to make a statement in advance. Although there are countless lives here to watch and amuse yourself, I actually don't know everything, especially about Shia."

Countless lives?

Hearing Adavia's words, Roja couldn't help being taken aback, and then thought of something and looked at the rows of towering bookshelves behind him. The brown-haired girl raised her mouth when she saw this, with a little excitement and playfulness. laughed:

"Hehe, did you guess it? Yes, those are the things I have used to pass the time in these long years. They are the records of the souls or lives of many people."

"Record? How on earth is this kind of thing done? And this amount..."

Looking at the rows of bookshelves behind him, Roja suddenly realized that he had never seen the outline of this room before. The two times when Roja came, he followed the light source to the girl's desk.

The black-haired boy before felt that the reason why he could not see the outline of the room was that the light in the room was too dim and the visibility was too low, but if he thought about it carefully, there was actually another possibility, that is, the space here was too wide.

Looking at the dark distance, Roja's mood could not be calm for a long time. Edavia once said that this place is a sanctuary, so where did these books come from?

With many doubts, Roja turned his head and looked at the girl again, while Adavia on the other side had already untied her hair, and she did not know when she had become an evil god.

"Hehe, are you surprised? You must want to know what's going on, right? Don't worry, these books are not your records, but my collection."

The brown-haired little girl who floated up stood on the table, picked up a book that was quite thick and spacious for her, and handed it to Roja in front of her. After a moment of hesitation, the black-haired boy reached out to take it and cast his eyes on it.

It was a book without a cover, and it felt wonderful when picked up. It was not a wicked thing like a human skin book, but rather warm, as if the book was actively communicating with people, and the content in it was even more exciting. The boy was surprised.

The book Roja held was something like an autobiography. The owner was a dwarf named Holmeskin. In addition to the text, there were many illustrations in the book. But when Roja looked at the illustrations, it was actually There will be phantoms appearing in front of you, and they are not phantoms created by other people in the later stage, but the first perspective of yourself.

"Homskin is the foundry master of the dwarves in Shia's era. He is the master who built palaces for Shia. Hehe, how is it? This kind of book feels good, right?"

"It's really good, but... I feel some soul dregs from it. How the hell are these books made?"

Squinting his golden pupils, Roja asked in a low voice, and the vigilance in his heart was raised to the limit without a sound.

Although Edavia has always been close to him, and the communication with each other is normal, but if she is really an evil god who will strip other people's souls to make books, then no matter what she can bring to Roja Such a powerful force, the boy will break with it.

This is not just an incompatibility between good and evil, but more because this kind of existence is too dangerous. Roya would rather not have such power, nor would she want to keep a time bomb by her side, and if she is really evil and crazy to this point It's impossible to believe what you say.

In the dim room, the eyes of the black-haired boy and the brown-haired little girl met. The flickering candlelight reflected on the cheeks of the two of them flickering. A smile suddenly appeared on his face, and then giggled non-stop.

"Hahaha, you are really an arrogant guy who dares to ask such questions in my world, but don't worry, I don't even bother to do such unworthy things. Strictly speaking, these are the by-products of my helping Shia. "

"By-product? Shia?"

Roja couldn't help being slightly taken aback by the unexpected answer, but when he heard the boy's rhetorical question, the little brown-haired girl nodded and explained.

"Ordinary people don't mention it for the time being, a strong man like Homkins is very troublesome, even I would not kill him for these things... These books are indeed made of souls, But not the whole soul, but the part that preserves the memory after death."

"After death?"

"That's right. Let the dead souls return to this world safely. This is also my task in Shia's time, and these are my rewards, and Shia's compensation for restricting me."