People are at the junction, but they become the incarnation of the sun

But the action of exposing his delicate tongue and licking his red lips made Reinhardt's waist ache, and many harmonious pictures popped up in his head involuntarily.

It was full of miserable memories of pain and joy.

"What...where is this place? And what happened to the wine you gave me? Why did I come here after just one drink?"

Reinhardt stiffly changed the topic and expressed the question in his heart.

Most importantly, he was still afraid that Malika would push him here. Although he hadn't felt Malika's warmth for a few days, he didn't want to feel it for the time being.

Malika naturally noticed this, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she followed his instructions with a smile.

"...That bottle of wine is called Cuijiu."

She didn't explain where this place was, but first talked about the bottle of exquisite old wine——

"The so-called pure wine is a special liquid produced after filtering through the thick fog of deep sleep. It is nectar that only demigods can taste. A little guy like you who does not have the blood of any hero or god will naturally get drunk on the spot if he drinks it. fall."

"Is this why you gave me the divine wine?"

Reinhardt's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he wanted to complain like this, but he still endured it and continued to listen.

"And here is the deep dream. Both you and I are illusory things, temporary passers-by in this dream."

Malika looked around, her voice filled with nostalgia, as if she was familiar with this place.

But what Reinhardt focused on was the words "illusory things."

"Does that mean we are all unreal? That's really great."

Hearing what Malika said, he was relieved. Since it wasn't true, it was a coward. Malika couldn't do anything anyway.

"...You are really a cold and heartless person. Do you deserve to be so happy when you hear that this is not a real place? I obviously arranged so many people in your identity to make your life more comfortable."

"...Hey, hey, you're not very good at pretending to cry. And you're a goddess, aren't you a little too unrestrained? Where's your majesty as a goddess?"

"And you arranged those people around me just to keep me from regretting and to keep me in your plan? Don't think I don't know."

Seeing Malika covering her face and crying, pretending to cry, Reinhard stared at her with a pair of dead fish eyes and complained expressionlessly.

"However, since you have already arranged for someone to send me away, and even a personal maid, why don't you consider sending me a bodyguard to protect me before I move forward?"

"Well, this is a good idea. Although it was a strategy discussed with you [Moon Princess] Lani, you are no longer protected by Kallia, and the border area is full of dangers. Indeed There should be someone responsible for protecting you.”

The smile on Malika's face suddenly disappeared, her playfulness faded away, she became serious and filled with the wisdom of a goddess, and transformed into a real god again.

Before her plan is launched, there must be no accidents or mistakes.

"Okay, according to your wishes, I will send a black knife assassin to protect you secretly."

"Fuck... I just said it casually, did you really take it seriously?" Reinhardt couldn't help but exclaimed.

What is generosity? This is generosity!Even the strongest assassin group under his command, Black Knife, was willing to give away.

However, I have to say that Malika may be the most beautiful woman in the area, and she is really beautiful when she is serious, especially those pure golden eyes that are full of knowledge and determination, very charming.

"It's natural. Reinhardt, you are an indispensable part of my plan. I need your presence." Malika said seriously, but suddenly her tone changed: "...However, this is not It doesn’t mean there’s no need to pay, you need to agree to two conditions.”

"What conditions?" Reinhardt responded subconsciously.

But he regretted it as soon as he said it, because the smile on Malika's face made him feel very familiar and brought back many harmonious memories.

Before he could add anything, Malika said:

"First, when the plan begins, I hope you can drink the pure wine again."

"...Is this to celebrate the success of your plan? No problem."

This is not an excessive request, it is acceptable, and he can even throw a few thunder gun rounds as fireworks to add to the fun.

"Very good, then the second one is also very simple...let me do it again for free."

"?!!!"

The moment the words fell, under his stunned gaze, the thick shadow gradually covered him.

Damn it, where is the goddess of the golden tree? She is just a female gangster whose brain is filled with desire, right? !

And wasn’t it said that it was a dream and an illusion?

What's with this warmth and this extremely real touch? !

104. Se Lian’s sleep talking (4K)

Royal Castle of Rodel.

The bright golden fallen leaves drift slowly, shining like stars across the sky, and fleeting like an epiphyllum, disappearing silently when they touch the ground.

Between the thrones, as in the past, Radagon sat motionless on the seat of the King of Elden, standing there like a golem guard, letting the fallen leaves wither on his chest.

He didn't react until he heard faint footsteps behind him.

Slowly stood up from the simple and spacious throne, turned around and faced the dark entrance. The surrounding white stone pillars carved with exquisite patterns left mottled traces of time, and thick branches were wrapped around them like rhizomes.

Da da da--

With the crisp sound of heels stepping on the bluestone coming from the depths, Malika's figure slowly emerged at the entrance of the golden tree.

"...Honorable [Eternal Queen] Malika." Radagon bowed slightly to show respect.

Malika stopped when she heard the words, stood on the steps, looked down at Radagon with a condescending posture like a god, as if looking down on all living beings, and slowly raised her hand to avoid his etiquette.

"...No need to be polite, just half of me."

"Thank you for your mercy, Malika."

Radagan raised his body and looked at Malika with the same indifference. Two pairs of pure golden eyes reflected their respective figures.

The morning breeze quietly blew through the courtyard, picking up a few fallen leaves.

"Malika, what exactly do you want to achieve by using that sinner."

Radagan's voice echoed quietly in the courtyard of the king.

Although Radagan used a questioning tone, there was inevitably a hint of questioning in his tone.

"The emergence of the Sun Law is a huge threat to both the Golden Law and the Golden Tree. As a god, you should know very well that if the sun returns, it will not do us any good."

As if he found something wrong with his tone, which made Malika's eyebrows slightly displeased, Radagan changed his previous tone and spoke.

However, Malika naturally knew what Radagan said, but Radagan's tone made her very unhappy.

"...Radagon, although you are half of me, you are not me or a god. It is not your turn to take care of my affairs!"

Immediately afterwards, Malika's scolding came along with the pressure of the gods.

The breeze stopped in an instant, and everything was silent.

Everything seems to be afraid of her existence, the sky trembles slightly, and the rolling dark clouds seem to be torn open by a pair of invisible hands to reveal the bright starry sky.

Pfft!

Radagon suddenly knelt down on one knee, completely unable to resist Malika's remaining power. The bones collided with each other and made a creaking sound. The muscles and cells were screaming in pain. This huge pressure made him unable to even lift his head. rise.

....This is the power of the gods.

"...I overstepped my bounds, Malika-sama."

Radagon couldn't help but clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. These words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

"...Humph, Radagan, my half, I hope you can recognize your status. You are not me yet, and you are not qualified to tell me what to do. You don't need to judge what I do."

Malika stared at Radagon, who was as small as an ant, narrowed her eyes in a dangerous arc, and withdrew her divine power with a cold snort.

"Yes..."

Radagon knelt on the ground and gasped for air. His knotted muscles were covered with crystallized sweat, which had unknowingly soaked the ground.

Although it is true that he is half of Malika, he cannot compare to this woman in terms of strength or talent.

He had obviously tried his best to become stronger. He went to Calia to learn pyroxene magic from his wife Lenara, and then learned to pray with this woman in Rodel, and even tried to get involved in other laws.

But there is still an insurmountable gap between him and this woman, and he cannot become the most perfect existence in his ideal.

Just once, he had already recognized the gap between himself and Malika.

"...Then just retreat, my half, I don't need your protection for the time being."

"Yes...."

Radagon lowered his head and took the order, slowly stood up and retreated, but before leaving, he turned back and looked at Malika deeply.

He discovered that Malika was hiding more and more things from him.

In this way, the King of Elden left his throne and the courtyard that should belong to him, leaving Malika alone to bathe in the withered leaves of the golden tree.

Radagan was indeed the King of Elden in front of him, but behind him he was still the insignificant half of Malika's body.

Watching Radagan's retreating back until he disappeared, Malika's lips curved slightly, and she walked to Elden's throne and sat down while maintaining the majesty of a goddess.

This throne originally belonged to the gods and the king, but now she is the only one enjoying it.

The slender arms were placed on the armrests to support her head, and the golden braid fell down. Her pure golden eyes stared at the open space in front of her and called softly:

"...Arleto."

As her voice fell, the air in front of her suddenly became distorted, and a black figure knelt silently in front of her.

The man wore a deep black hood on his head, and his face could not be distinguished. He wore an invisibility cloak made of black gauze. The armor on his chest and arms, and even the boots wrapped around his legs, were useless. Made of scales that make sounds.

This costume is the female assassin group formed by a few people of the same race as Malika, and it is also the strongest assassin group in the border area.

And the person leading it is none other than the leader of this assassin group - Arleto.

"...Arleto, I need you to send someone to Lienia and Nimgofu to find a young man. This is his portrait."

Malika, who was sitting on the throne, waved her right hand gently, and a sheepskin scroll was thrown over.

Arleto caught it steadily, unfolded the scroll and took a look at the portrait on it.

"This young man is called Reinhardt, and he has the law of the sun..."

"Are you going to kill him?" A slightly hoarse voice came from under the hood.

Arleto looked at Reinhardt's appearance in the portrait, coupled with Queen Malika's introduction, her eyes gradually narrowed.

Although she was just an assassin and had nothing to do with the fight among the upper class, she knew very well that since Malika would summon her, she must get rid of someone.

But this time, Malika's answer was beyond her expectation.