Original God, Fontaine Regent, was driven crazy by the player

Even though Fontaine is a country of justice and the number of cases tried in the past five hundred years is as dense as the stars in the sky, out of humanitarian concern, Themis is not so cruel as to force others to continue working in the middle of the night.

In addition to being willing to be exploited, there is also Navelette and herself who are willing to be exploited.

Themis: Why do I feel so miserable?

But soon, Themis shook her head and denied her idea.

Her efforts brought happiness to Fernina and Fucarlos, and Violet's efforts brought the lovely and innocent smile of Melusine.

Great, they all have bright futures.

This little bit of hard work now is just for more happiness in the future!

Thinking about the stunning beauty of Fernina, thinking about the way Fernina shyly kissed her forehead, thinking about the pitiful and lovely posture of Fernina curled up in her arms, Themis felt that this world was so beautiful!

So, I'm sorry, she has kept Fontaine.

In fact, Themis didn’t care at first whether Fontaine was destroyed or not.

But think about it, if Fontaine were to be destroyed, the blue and white cat would cry like a little jellyfish.

So, Themis had no choice but to bite the bullet and become this inexplicable regent.

God knows how confused she was when she first arrived and suddenly took on the position of regent.

Although she studied high school politics, she is a college student.

The peak of intelligence is in high school, and people are young adults in college, so Themis will just go crazy.

She was successful because of her madness and her ability to have her way. Five hundred years ago, few nobles dared to mess with her.

After all, they are playing politics, but they cannot defeat Themis in terms of military force, and Themis is slightly superior in politics.

The main focus is speed, accuracy and ruthlessness. As long as they are not killed by the scheme, they are just cheap tools who can create more surplus value.

Looking back on the past, the phrase Themis said most often was - "In? Look at the surplus value!"

It scared so many people.

Only in Fernina's eyes, Themis was gentle and polite, but very weak and unable to take care of herself.

Pushing open the door of the Opicolai Opera House, Themis walked towards the room where the cardinal of oracle judgment was given.

The room was still as dark as before.

Themis sighed and reached out to turn on the light.

Under the warm yellow light, Fucaros, who was wearing a pure white dress, was supporting her chin, tilting her head, looking at herself with boredom.

Under her bare feet, there were papers scattered all over the ground with words written on them, but it was obvious that her owner was quite dissatisfied with this, so she just threw them on the ground casually.

Themis stood at the door, hugging herself with her arms, exuding a familiar feeling that she had completely gotten used to this situation.

"Themis~"

The Lord God suddenly spoke, with a wicked and cunning tone in his voice, which made Themis a little scared. What good idea had he come up with? Did he need her to take the blame?

The eyes of Fukalos and Finina were identical, but revealed completely different colors, more indifferent, more holy, and making people want to destroy her even more.

But Fukalos didn't care about these things at all. Things like shame and immaturity had almost nothing to do with her when she separated from Furnina.

All we can say is that she still has some shallow traces left, but under normal circumstances it is impossible to trigger it again.

Unless something happens to her in the future that is truly shameful enough to break through the constraints of the godhead, that must be a unique collection scene.

Themis' silence made the god a little dissatisfied, so she looked at the paper on the floor.

"Listen, Themis, as your god, I now command you to pick them all up."

Not taking the blame, but picking up paper pages?

Well, although Themis was very confused, under the gaze of Fucaros, she nodded and started to act.

He squatted down, reached out his hand, picked up the pages scattered on the floor, and placed them in his left hand.

Themis had no clear idea of ​​how long Fucaros spent writing and how much he wrote after seeing what happened between her and Fininna. But looking at the papers scattered on the ground, she must have understood that the amount Fucaros wrote was far beyond Themis's understanding.

The smooth movements are matched with a graceful posture without a trace of superfluousness. Themis looks so beautiful even when picking up papers with messy hair.

Fucaros supported his chin and just observed Themis quietly.

She had seen that face so many times in the past five hundred years that Fucaros was able to draw it accurately and could depict it over and over again in her mind without any error.

Fukalos had to admit that Themis's face, coupled with her almost indifferent attitude, made her look more like a god than Fernina when standing next to her.

A holy and majestic face, an elegant and beautiful figure, and a breath of foul air came out of Fucaros's mouth.

As expected, the other half I found for myself is so perfect.

The pages on the ground were picked up one by one and then held up in the left hand.

Themis worked diligently until only one page was left, when a trace of confusion flashed across her golden eyes.

I saw that the last page of paper was being stepped on by Fucaros's naked feet.

Themis blinked in confusion and paused for a moment.

"What's wrong, Themis, there's only one left, why don't you pick it up quickly?"

Fucaros sat on the chair with her legs crossed and her other foot swinging in the air.

Themis frowned, and under the smiling gaze of Fucaros, she stood up and placed the pile of papers in her left hand on the table next to her.

"Fukaros..." Themis's expression was calm as usual, but her golden eyes dimmed for a moment.

He reached out and grabbed Fucaros's calf as it flew through the air, lifted it up, and pushed it aside.

Then, Themis held the ankle of Fucaros's other foot, lifted it slightly, and slowly squatted down, ready to pick up the last page of paper.

The gods have their own ideas, just like the feet stretched out in Themis' arms.

"Why don't you do something for me?"

Raising an eyebrow, Fucaros said with a smile.

"I saw that you were having a lot of fun with me, a human, just now."

Supporting his head, Fucaros felt how interesting and pleasant Themis was at that moment.

"Fukalos, can I take it that you are tempting me?"

Picking up the paper, Themis threw it into Fucaros' arms, then picked her up and placed her on the table beside her.

"Why not, Themis."

"Don't I look like the passive party?"

Being carried and sitting on the table, Fucaros still had a teasing smile on his face.

He pinched a naughty strand of hair next to Themis' cheek with his fingers, tucked it behind her ear, and rubbed Themis' face affectionately.

Fukaros placed his hands on Themis' shoulders, straightened his body, and kissed her cheek.

"Unlike Funina, I will take the initiative myself."

The smile on his face widened, and the difference between Fukalos and Funina was clearly evident at this moment.

Inside the room, the orange light cast a layer of golden gauze over the god of clear water, as if the afterglow of the sun was casting golden light on the water.

Themis stared in a daze at Fucaros' face moving forward, and the hand behind her neck exerted a little force, pushing her head down.

If I were to say, Funina's kiss is sweet, rich, fragrant and sweet.

Then Fucaros' kiss is like a cool and refreshing mint popsicle on a summer day. It feels so sweet that you can't help but ask for more.

........................................

The next morning, when the newsstand opened.

Themis von Fontaine, the highest judge of Fontaine.

At this moment, she was standing in the editorial department of the newsstand, standing in the corner with a complicated expression, looking at the editor who was secretly observing her and the authors who were looking at her cautiously.

This is the umpteenth time that the regent has set foot in this place in the past five hundred years.

The only difference is the new novel manuscript that is brought in each time and the amount of royalties received.

After collecting this month's royalties, Themis left the editorial office with a sullen face.

The moment Themis stepped out of the door, there was a heated discussion and the sound of banging on the table behind her, which made Themis' eyes twitch uncontrollably.

The royalties in her hands were so hot that Themis would never come here if her master had not strongly requested that she come over to claim her and receive some remuneration!

Covering her face, Themis' heart was filled with powerless compromise.

The last time such a request was rejected with a clear conscience was last month.

"Please, please help me collect the manuscript fee~"

"My dear Themis, you won't reject me, will you?"

"The one standing here is your favorite god."

"Hmm~"

"Isn't it?"

Fucaros' cunning look brought silence to Themis. Well, there was nothing she could do since she really couldn't refuse Fucaros.

Today is the day when Fukalos successfully counterattacks.

Today was a rare day for the regent to be defeated.

In terms of radicalism, Themis once again lost to Fukalos.

PS: No, go to sleep, my eyelids are fighting!

PY:

From Princess in the Cold Palace to Empress in Heaven

Xiao Minghuang traveled through the fantasy world and became the ninth princess of the Great Xia Dynasty, awakening a system of opportunity compensation.

As long as you give the opportunity to others, you will get double compensation.

"Ding! You donated a Yuan Bu Dan, triggering a ten thousand times critical strike compensation, and obtained: Fortune Bu Tian Dan*1."

"Ding! You donated an earth-level technique, triggering a ten thousand times compensation. You get: 1 heaven-level ultimate technique."

The Devil's Witch: "Princess Xiao and I went deep into the secret realm together, and after going through countless hardships, we finally got the precious treasure, but she gave it to me... and then she said that we were just friends. If this isn't love for me, what is it?"

Fairy of Righteousness: "Princess Xiao is so kind and righteous. That day, I was besieged by my enemies and my life was in danger. If Princess Xiao hadn't given me a magical medicine, I'm afraid I would have died... And you're making excuses saying that it was just a coincidence. She obviously likes me more!"

The Saintess of the Immortal Family: "Princess Xiao and I were engaged in the past, and she gave me the Holy Sword as a token of our love...but now she wants to cancel the engagement. I like Princess Xiao even more because she can't help but say so!"

The little maid who had been staying by Princess Xiao's side silently suddenly appeared, bursting out with powerful strength, suppressing all the beauties: "You are all wrong, the princess loves me the most!"

41. Themis: Double happiness, you don’t understand

After receiving the royalties from Fucaros, Themis was exhausted and returned to the top floor of Momang Palace. After handing the royalties to Madam Heweima, she went to find Funina.

When I opened the door, I saw Funina wearing only a thin nightgown, sitting in front of the dressing table, fixing her long hair.

"Um, Themis, good morning~"

The blue and white cat's eyes lit up when it heard the noise and saw Themis.

She put down a strand of long hair in her hand and walked barefoot on the carpet.

Themis watched Feninna walk towards her. The sunlight shone on the little jellyfish, casting a layer of holy milky white halo, making her skin look even more translucent.

I don't know why, but when looking at Fernina like this, Themis suddenly saw the cunning and somewhat seductive look of Furkalos yesterday.

While hugging Finina who rushed over to her, Themis said "sin, sin" in her heart.

Holding the sweet and soft beauty in her arms, Themis felt quite guilty, but after finding out that Fucaros and Finina were the same person, she quickly felt justified.

Then I felt a little disgusted with myself in my heart.

Damn it, I was actually influenced mentally by this little water elf Fucaros.