Secretary of the Devil's Castle

The banquet form on the Demon Island was imported from the mainland, but it was just superficial and did not learn the essence of the mainland banquet.

The so-called aristocratic demeanor.

Soldiers in light armor stood guard around the banquet, and the handsome waiters shuttled through the crowd with a smile on their faces and holding trays. The band was playing melodious and soothing music, and the tone of the cello was refreshing.

Of course, the main body is still those nobles.

Unlike the Keynesian Empire that has begun to reform, the countries on the mainland are all traditional Western feudal countries except for a very small number, which is very in line with the impression in those fantasy works of sword and magic. High positions - These important positions are often held by nobles, even extremely talented civilians will be included in the noble group, they will not let the unspoken rules that have lasted for thousands of years be broken.

These aristocrats uphold ancient traditions, talk with others with an appropriate tone, abide by etiquette in every move, every word and deed, neither too humble nor too arrogant, follow their own habits to adjust the topic, in order to get the best from the conversation partner. If you get the information you want to know, you don't mind going around three or five big circles and hiding your doubts in a casually thrown word, and at the same time, you don't make the other party feel uncomfortable, and you are well versed in the art of speaking.

Compared with them, the nobles on Demon Island are as immature as children who have just started learning etiquette.

After thinking about it for a while, Fatalia will understand【*

Under the three layers of screening, the people who will appear in front of Fatalia are basically a group of human beings, and they will definitely not make Fatalia feel bad.

On the other hand, it was only 300 years ago that the Keynesian Empire learned the law and aristocratic system on the mainland. Naturally, it could not compete with the aristocratic system that has been passed down for thousands or even tens of thousands of years on the mainland. It is said that the nobles of the Cairns Empire are indeed children who have just started learning etiquette, and this child has not learned very well-after all, demons are violent in nature, and these etiquettes are not suitable for them.

However, these things don't have much impact on Fatalia now. Anyway, she will continue to talk to these nobles regardless of their origins. The good news is that she doesn't hate these nobles so much. His attainments are much deeper than the group of nobles in the Keynesian Empire.

"...We demons are very different from the races on the mainland, and our understanding of certain things and customs will be very different, even within our demons. For example, the race I belong to is the succubus. In the eyes of demons, having sex is different from that of humans and even other demons. Succubus do not regard it as an act of reproduction or seeking happiness, but simply eating—— For a succubus, the energy and magic power of others is an important source of food."

Fatalia spread her hands and was talking with an elf nobleman beside her. After hearing Fatalia's words, her expression became a little weird, as if she wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it At this moment, Fatalia noticed an acquaintance who was gradually approaching this side in the crowd.

"Long time no see, Princess Fatalia."

Libitt smiled and said, and then saluted Fatalia as a gentleman, "Thanks to you, I can grasp this achievement."

"No, Prince Lippit, that is your own ability. If you have not facilitated the signing of this trade agreement, your ability will sooner or later take the position of crown prince. This is just icing on the cake."

Fatalia saluted back, and then said so, and then she noticed a small figure following Prince Lippit: "This is...?"

Libby smiled heartily when he heard the words, and then pushed the boy behind him forward, "This is my son. I mentioned it to the princess before, Leo Reinhardt, who is the same age as you."

He was indeed a handsome and mighty child. His father's golden hair seemed to be flowing under the light, and his bright golden eyes were wild like his grandfather's. In terms of appearance, it may be perfect enough to make other girls scream, but it is slightly shorter than Fatalia, but this is also because girls of this age develop faster than boys. It will be overtaken.

This Leo Reinhardt had an aggressive smile on his face, and said with a natural arrogance: "It's the first time we met, Your Royal Highness, since my father came back, I have often heard your name from him, father I think highly of you, but I don't think I will be worse than you."

Huh~ Interesting.

Fatalia raised her eyebrows as if she found a fun toy, then played with the hair hanging down to her chest and said, "Then maybe you need to work hard—Prince Lippit, has your son always been so confident? "

"Is this..."

Libit smiled awkwardly, but there was undisguised pride in his eyes. He touched the back of his head and replied, "He wasn't like that at first, probably because I've been away for too long, and he was taken away by the king, right?" .”

As soon as the voice fell, Oliver's dissatisfied roar came from the other end of the banquet venue: "Libby! Be careful when you speak! I am old, but I am not deaf! That son of yours is much more promising than you bastard. !"

Hearing his father's roar, Libby shrank his neck subconsciously, and at the same time, there were friendly laughter from other nobles around him.

After all, the Iron Lion King Oliver Reinhardt's behavior is well known to people on the mainland. This iron-like wrist suppressed the civil strife in the Reinhardt Empire.The Lion of the Reinhardt Empire, who has turned it from a huge country that was in turmoil and nearly collapsed into one of the only two powerful countries on the continent, does not like noble etiquette. The nobles did not dare to criticize Oliver's etiquette, after all, lions have nothing to taboo.

"Wait, listen to me!"

Little Leo is not as wild as his grandfather, and lion cubs are just cubs after all, still immature and impulsive, but this is not a bad thing.

The little lion waved his fist, and raised his voice a little dissatisfied: "Fatalia, remember my name, Leo Reinhardt, is your competitor, and a man who will eventually surpass you!"

Fatalia couldn't help turning her eyes to this flamboyant lion cub again, she couldn't help but feel a little dumbfounded, but fortunately her emotional fluctuations were not obvious, and she still had the same expressionless appearance on the surface. He said calmly: "Since you directly call me Fatalia, then I will call you Leo as well. You just mentioned competitors, but in which respect do you think we are competitors? In my opinion It seems that we do not have a direct handover field. I am the princess of the Cairns Empire, and you are the son of the crown prince of the Reinhardt Empire. The contact time between us cannot be long, and the things we have come into contact with each other There are also many differences, it seems that there is no direct competition, besides..."

As she said that, the corner of Fatalia's mouth raised a small but extremely subtle arc, "Leo, you are just a boy now, and you are far from mature. It is better to think more before speaking."

The smile on the corner of Fatalia's mouth was full of sarcasm in Leo's eyes. He blushed instantly but couldn't say a word. He could only stare fiercely at Fatalia with his golden eyes. Liya, on the other hand, his father Libite covered his face with a helpless look, "It seems that letting him follow his father has indeed led him a lot...Princess Fatalia, I hope Don't worry about his faux pas."

"Don't worry, Prince Lippit."

Fatalia shook her head, then looked at Libitt and said, "I'm not careful enough to care about a child's etiquette【}

Have you ever considered being a child yourself? !

Libitt stared at Fatalia's youthful and beautiful face, and didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only laugh awkwardly while messing up his hapless son's hair into a bird's nest.

Seeing this, Fatalia shook her head again. She really didn't care what Leo said. As she said, Leo was just a child in her eyes. At the age of 12, his mind was far from mature. Maturity, even though the education he received as a royal family is not very comparable to others, it cannot change the fact that he is not very old, this age is the most... when boys are in the second grade.

Leo's remarks just now were just to show off in front of his father whom he hadn't seen for a long time, maybe it was also mixed with a bit of jealousy towards her, the princess who occupies a considerable amount in Libit's mouth. Of course, the education of the Iron Lion King Policy seems to play a big role too...but what the hell?Princess Fatalia doesn't care about this.

Lippit pressed Leo's head, smiled and said goodbye to Fatalia politely, and then dragged Leo to find Oliver, as if he wanted to ask for a crime.

Although he was quite afraid of his father, the situation had to be taken care of now. If Leo continued to grow wild like this, who knew what trouble would happen!

Fatalia looked at the backs of Lipbit and Leo feeling a little funny, then took a piece of lemon pudding from the waiter who had just passed by, and began to enjoy it.

It's just that her leisure time didn't last long, and soon an ordinary-looking old man with white beard and hair appeared in front of her, wearing the clothes of a priest, "Gui'an, may the God of Holy Light bless you, Fa Princess Talia."

Fatalia's eyes widened in surprise, and then she looked at the priest in front of her, "Are you...?"

"The Church of the Holy Light, Cardinal, Eleven Youcan Enoch, on behalf of the Church of the Holy Light, I send my greetings to you."

The old man said calmly, with a strong sacred aura on his body, and Fatalia was even more surprised, "Cardinal...does the Holy Light Church pay so much attention to the signing of this trade agreement?"

Holy Light Theocracy, the only other powerful country on the mainland except the Reinhardt Empire, represents the pinnacle of theocracy. It is a religious country. The god of belief is the God of Holy Light. It is currently the most believers and the most powerful God, in the teachings of the God of Holy Light, his believers should abandon sin and desire, and arm themselves with faith and good deeds. Only in this way can they gain the mercy of the Holy Light.

And it is very obvious that demons who are almost bound to desire and evil are definitely unwelcome in their eyes. Although the teachings of the God of Light also mentioned that every race should be treated equally, Fatalia did not Didn't feel like the devil would be one of those equals.

As if seeing Fatalia's confusion, Eleven continued: "The holy light shines on everyone equally, regardless of race or belief, as long as he can get rid of sin and desire, the holy light will embrace him, the devil It is no exception. Demons are intelligent, and intelligence means they can be restrained, and being restrained means that they can experience the teachings of the Holy Light. This is the proof that we may become compatriots. As believers of the God of Holy Light and Preacher, I naturally cannot blindly ignore or hate the signing of this inevitable agreement—but the purpose of my coming here is not entirely to witness the signing of the agreement, but more importantly, to take care of our lady saint , she is very interested in this matter, and is also a member of the fleet."

Is the doctrine of the so-called God of Holy Light so open?

Fatalia was shocked again, but soon, when she looked around and didn't see anyone who looked like a saint, she looked into Eleven's eyes, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Then Bishop Elvin?" , where is the saint?"

Hearing this, Eleven's face twitched, those creases swayed, and then he said in a slightly embarrassed tone: "The saint is... a little lethargic, and she was late."

Fatalia: "...Mr. Bishop, you don't have to be so straightforward."

Eleven: "The Holy Light teaches us to be honest, and lies will corrupt our souls."

Hearing this, the corners of Fatalia's eyes twitched. She really didn't know how to communicate with this group of believers.

At this moment, the door of the banquet hall was suddenly opened, and a little girl rushed in.

"Eleven? Grandpa Eleven? Where are you?"

Fatalia was silent for a while, then said, "Saint?"

"……Yes."

"The Holy Light teaches you to be honest?"

"……Yes."

(Ring the big bell once——praise the god of interim!)

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Chapter 74 Eleven: Holy Light!

When the saint slammed the door open and rushed into the banquet hall, everyone's attention was attracted for a moment. After all, not everyone was so brave to slam the door and enter.

This naturally includes Fatalia.

Fatalia looked at the girl who was about the same age as her, and couldn't help but startled slightly. Although she often heard that this year's saint of the Holy Light Church had a god-given appearance, seeing it was still very shocking.

The golden waist-length hair is softer than Leo's, and the color is lighter. The end of the hair is slightly curled, and there is a gentle light under the light. The blue eyes like the sky are shining with vivid colors. Looking at the pair of beautiful and ethereal eyes gives a feeling of being healed. The skin is fair and the facial features are extremely exquisite. From the appearance point of view, it is comparable to Fatalia who is a high-level succubus. If it is said that Talia's blood If it has not been strengthened by the abyss, then this saint is probably even more beautiful than her, but unlike Fatalia's natural obsequiousness, she feels holy and inviolable, worthy of the saint title.

The saint turned around in the banquet hall and found Eleven next to Fatalia, and then ran over with her skirt in hand, "Grandpa Elvin—— oops!"

Before she finished speaking, Eleven shook his beard, and then punched the saint on the head without hesitation, "Mrs. saint, this is a public place! For the sake of the Holy Light, pay attention to etiquette." !"

"Hiss—I think I've already paid attention to etiquette."

The saint grinned and said so, and then couldn't help but add another sentence: "Also, Grandpa Eleven, Holy Light is against violence!"

Eleven bristled his beard and punched the saint on the head again, "What the Holy Light spurns is meaningless violence and bullying. Proper spurs and education are not approved by the Holy Light but are allowed when necessary. Yes! Holy Light Codex Chapter 10No.30 Section [-]: We can’t convince everyone with words, but at least we can use our hands to make others stop doing evil. My lord, you are extremely rude now!”

"Is it considered etiquette to knock on the head of one's own saint in public? Uh, cough, cough!"

The saint said this again in dissatisfaction, and then saw that Eleven's fist seemed to be raised again, coughed twice, patted his clothes and restored his dignified appearance, almost making others forget that the saint just now How off-line is his behavior.

Immediately afterwards, the saint noticed Fatalia who was talking to Eleven, her eyes lit up, and she pretended to raise her skirt, "It's our first meeting, I am the saint of the Kingdom of Holy Light, Marianne Agnes, you can call me Marianne."

Fatalia was taken aback by Marian's sudden action, and then she reacted and returned the same salute, saying calmly: "Your Ann, Miss Marian, my name is Fatalia Keynes..."

"Ah, I can call you Fatalia!"

Before Fatalia could finish her sentence, Marian stepped forward and grabbed Fatalia's hand, her eyes were shining brightly, and seeing that Fatalia's breathing was stagnant, she nodded subconsciously, and then looked at the When Marian became even more excited, she opened her mouth and said like a cannonball: "Fatalia, you look so beautiful! How old are you? It seems to be the same age as me. What do you like? ? I prefer to cook, because the food made by the people in the church is always not to my liking. By the way, I hate all things to memorize. The most important thing is the Holy Light. Boring and difficult to memorize. By the way, where are you from? Can we be friends? Do you want to move to the Kingdom of the Holy Light? This saint covers you! You should know what a saint is, right? A powerful position ohhh! It hurts!"

Just when Fatalia was stunned by Marianne's barrage of questions and didn't know how to react, Eleven came out again and lowered the hammer of justice, "Holy Light! I'll say it again , this is a public place, St. Marianne Agnes! Be polite, please!"

Marianne was directly punched and squatted on the ground, clutching her head and humming, "Oh—it hurts to death, what does it matter? Shengguang also said that the saint is the daughter of the God of Holy Light, and it doesn't matter." See how much you respect me..."

Veins popped out of Eleven's forehead, and then he noticed something, he stroked his chest quickly and took a few deep breaths, and at the same time said silently: "Holy light, may the holy light protect my heart from hatred, anger and hatred." Interference, may my heart be as calm as water, and be kind to all things in the world, because all things are my compatriots, they deserve to be understood, and also receive grace..."

After doing all this, Eleven took a breath and regained his peace. At the same time, he also thought about the unknown but gloating smile on the corner of the pope's mouth when he sent him aboard. It's the same thing.

Holy Light, it turns out that the pope's recent mood swings are not due to a problem with his practice, but because of a problem with the saint.

At the same time, Eleven couldn't help but feel deep sympathy for that loving father - he just spent such a short time on the ship with the Holy Lady, and he already felt out of his mind. He didn't know that the Pope How much torment?

Thinking of this, Eleven meditated again: "Holy light above, may the holy light protect our loving father, Your Majesty the Pope, may he no longer be troubled, and everything goes well."

After finishing all this, he looked at Marian who was still squatting on the ground, and then sighed deeply, his already old face showed a bit of tired oldness, "Miss Saint, do you know that you Who is this person talking to?"

Marian scratched her head and stood up, with a confused look on her face, she said, "Fatalia? What's wrong?"

"I mean her identity! Cough cough, do you remember what her last name is?"

"I remember the last name is... Keynes? Fatalia Keynes...? Ah!"

Marianne's eyes widened suddenly, and she turned her head to look at Fatalia with an expression of disbelief, "Could it be?!"

Fatalia also gave another skirt-raising ceremony at this time, "Let me introduce myself again, my name is Fatalia, Fatalia Cairns, the princess of the Cairns Empire, and also the emperor of the Empire. sole heir."

Seeing Fatalia's still calm face, Marianne opened her mouth, hesitated for a long time before saying, "So the horns on your head are not decorations?"

Fatalia: ?

Snapped!

Eleven covered his face with a look of hatred for iron and steel, and even made a crisp sound because of too much force, then he showed his tired eyes from between his fingers, looked at Fatalia and said : "Princess Fatalia, I hope you don't pay too much attention to it, Mrs. Saintess... In fact, she was an ordinary child in a village three years ago, and she just became a Saintess not long ago. A lot of bad habits."

"Why should I care about this?"

Fatalia tilted her head and said: "Bishop Eleven, in fact, according to the information from the Holy Light Church, I should be able to know that I was just a succubus living in the wilderness until two years ago. The time for the Princess of the Empire is even shorter than the time for Miss Marianne to become a saint, why would I mind her past status? I am not superior to her."

Eleven stared at Fatalia and looked at half of the box, unable to utter a word stuck in his throat: From the aspect of etiquette alone, you have won too much.

But he still wanted to take care of Marianne's face, and finally nodded with a wry smile, as if he agreed with Fatalia's statement.

And Marianne did look thoughtful, "The princess of the Cairns Empire... Then why did you come to sign the trade agreement? Shouldn't it be the devil king of the Cairns Empire?"

Eleven made a decisive decision and slammed another fist on Marian's head, "Saint Marian Agnes!"

"Wow! Why did you hit me again? What if you beat my clever head so stupidly?"

"Huh—Holy Light, didn't you read the information before you set sail?"

"No? Why do I see that thing?"

Seeing Marianne's natural appearance, Elaine only felt a throbbing pain in his heart, and he could only hold his heart and didn't know what to say.

Holy Light...May the Holy Light bless you. Although you may be judged as a martyr, the disgraceful reason of "death from a heart attack caused by a saint" cannot hold your head up in front of the ancient sages and sages.

Eleven looked painful, but Fatalia found it a little funny.

The Kingdom of Holy Light, or the Holy See of Holy Light behind her, also known as the Church of Holy Light, is undoubtedly an upright church. Not only are they not like the conspiracy villains in general Western fantasy stories, but they are extremely upright. They are humble, Loyalty, honesty, kindness, and doing what they say, because they must abide by the teachings of the God of Holy Light in order to embrace the Holy Light. When they start cheating, betrayal, arrogance... and other behaviors that betray the teachings, the Holy Light will also stay away from them.

Therefore, the people who can call out the Holy Light are all great benevolent people-maybe it is a bit exaggerated, but there is absolutely no problem with integrity.

However, this information only outlines the outline of the Holy Light, and the interaction between Eleven and Marian tells Fatalia the details of the Holy Light.

It seems that even believers have many emotions and desires, it's just that they have stronger self-control ability.

Similarly, there will be no shortage of iron-headed babies.

Fatalia propped her cheeks, happily watching the interaction between Yi Old Father Lai Myocardial Infarction Wen and Ma Head Harder than Iron Li Head with Excellent Hand An, and pinched from the side A biscuit was slowly chewed in his mouth.

Eleven said a few words to Marian and remembered that he was in a public place like the banquet hall. The wrinkles on his face trembled immediately, and then he pulled Marian to leave. Before leaving, he looked at Fatalia with a little regret. Nodded, "I'm very sorry, Princess Fatalia, I hope we can have a chance to talk in detail next time, I didn't even introduce you to the true meaning of the Holy Light."

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Eleven still didn't say anything, just smiled and said: "Okay, Princess Fatalia, Holy Light respects everyone's choice, as long as we believers can still listen to its gospel, it is enough, then we look forward to See you next time."

Marianne, who was being pulled by the back of the neck by Eleven, tried to struggle and found that it didn't work. She couldn't help puffing up her cheeks angrily, and then she quickly showed a bright smile when she saw Fatalia: "Then what, Fatalia! Next time we meet, I will invite you to taste the biscuits I baked! It must be better than those made by these so-called chefs!"

Fatalia was taken aback, then nodded helplessly and replied: "Okay, Miss Marianne, then I hope we will have the opportunity to eat the biscuits you prepared when we meet next time, I will look forward to it."