Beyond the Two Realms, I am the God of the Otherworld

Su Ni said faintly: "Master Xizel, I am not the only competitor in the King's Selection Ceremony."

Xizel simply said "hmm", and after silently looking at the Second Prince who had become the focus of everyone's attention, he quietly withdrew his gaze.

He was just playing with the wine glass in his hand, and the extremely familiar cocktail in the glass. His eyes had already changed from confusion to relief.

Judging from Guinevere's reaction when he invited her into the other world, it was clear that she didn't know his identity in this world.

Therefore, these cocktails on the table could not have been arranged by Guinevere.

So, who else in the Century Ark can prepare such a wide variety of cocktails using the mixing techniques of the other world?

One of the twelve archangels?

Or……

……

Temple of the Immortal.

Guinevere slowly pushed open the door of the temple and saw the Goddess of Light lying on her side in front of the throne with a sacred and noble temperament. Behind her was a pair of pure white illusory wings, and every inch of her skin seemed to be glowing with a faint golden glow.

And beneath that soft glow was a face that was excessively beautiful and holy.

"You are here." The Goddess of Light spoke in a clear voice.

Guinevere nodded slightly: "I have followed your instructions and carefully entertained the people of Camelot Empire. The cocktails have also been prepared in advance."

"What else do you need me to do next?"

The Goddess of Light shook her head and said, "This is enough for now. From now on, you will be fully responsible for the arrangements within the Century Ark."

"I will not interfere with the negotiations with the Camelot Empire or the auction that will be held later."

"After all, you are the transit point of the Century Ark."

Guinevere raised her head and looked towards the immortal god at the end of the temple, and said, "Then... do we still need to continue the deal with 'Owl'?"

"Are you referring to the ingredients for the magic potion that will allow the Kabbalah tree to evolve?" the Goddess of Light asked softly.

Guinevere nodded slightly.

You know, the Kabbalah Tree has survived since the Great Reckoning. If it hadn't had any problems now, it would be the only eighth-level holy object.

And once it obtains the Holy Water of Kam, perhaps it will transcend again and break through the realm of gods.

At that time... no one knows whether the Goddess of Life will receive some blessings because of it.

"Give it to him." The Goddess of Light said lightly.

Guinevere finally couldn't help but ask, "Why? To you, Kano's life or death shouldn't be important, right?"

A contemporary demigod is extremely valuable to any force, even the Century Ark.

But if you watch the Kabbalah Tree break through the eighth level just for a demigod, and even pose a threat to the God of Light... then it is not a good deal.

For a businessman like Guinevere, she naturally knows very well how to do business more profitably.

"It really doesn't matter whether Kano lives or dies."

The Goddess of Light slowly stood up and walked down the stairs step by step.

Although they were both women, when Guinevere saw that overly beautiful face, she felt her heartbeat speed up involuntarily.

As a local tycoon, Guinevere had seen too many beautiful women, but even so, when she saw the noble, holy and beautiful face in front of her, her eyes were still involuntarily attracted to the God of Light.

Although the face of the Goddess of Light seemed hazy and illusory under the soft golden light, it was enough to make people feel what kind of flawless face lay under the light.

Just the first glance is enough to make your heart beat faster.

After an unknown amount of time of silence in the temple, Guinevere finally couldn't help but whispered:

"So what is important to you?"

The Goddess of Light did not look back, but just looked quietly in a certain direction outside the temple.

Soon, a slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Giving him a surprise is more important than anything else."

Volume 149: Chapter 148 Chapter Immortal God

"They seemed to be having a pretty good chat."

In the reception hall of the Century Ark, the group of king's chosen people who were traveling together on this trip looked at the scene not far away where they were having a lively conversation with the archangel, and they felt mixed emotions for a moment.

They are descendants of great nobles in the Camelot Empire, and their backgrounds are quite impressive.

But these backgrounds are obviously not particularly useful in Century Ark.

In this large cruise ship in the sky, unless you can bring enough benefits to the other party, neither the princess nor the prince will have any meaning to the archangel.

It was precisely because of this that when he saw the Second Prince happily conversing with the Archangel of the Century Ark, becoming the focus of everyone's attention, even as the chosen one, he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

"I didn't expect Bastin to be so hidden."

Not far away, a blond young man in formal attire was holding a wine glass, gazing at the Second Prince who had stolen the limelight not far away, and said in a low voice.

One of the members of the Astronomical Society, Manu Finley, is also the King's Choice for this selection.

Julia curled her lips when she heard this and said, "Being able to talk to the Archangel of Century Ark, and even seem to get along well with him... I think even His Majesty would look up to him."

"I just don't know whether this Archangel is willing to talk to him simply because he gets along with him or because of the person behind him."

There is a lot of meaning in his words.

Manu sneered when he heard this: "No matter who it is for, the final result is that they are chatting very well now... If they can use this relationship to negotiate favorable conditions later, then we will be completely a runner-up on this trip."

Julia couldn't help but chuckle at herself. "If we were all just runners-up, it would be acceptable. I just don't know if our Third Princess and Sixth Princess can accept this result."

At this time, Craig on the side said with a smile: "I don't know whether they can accept it, but I am very curious about what Cecil will think now."

Previously, everyone believed that if they got César, they would be elected king. For this reason, all the candidates for the throne went to Pound Manor and sincerely invited him.

Although César did not express which king's chosen one he supported, Craig had heard that César had previously met the three princesses.

...But even so, what? Even with Xi Zezhong】QUＮ:9■四⑻〖々樲＄四●+⒊③０ Wool's side, in this century Ark where only interests are concerned, the so-called special status is just this.

"I wonder what Princess Yulina is thinking about right now?"

I guess you must be feeling a little lost now, right?

Craig was not the only one who thought so, there were also several king's candidates present.

They all looked at the silver-haired girl not far away.

Today, Yulina was wearing a black dress as soft as silk and a pair of black dancing shoes, which set off her snow-white and soft skin.

Her long silver hair was tied up and gently draped over her shoulders, revealing a very elegant demeanor.

She just held the wine glass silently, looking at the Second Prince who had become the center of the hall not far away, and her expression did not change much.

Craig asked with a smile: "Miss Yulina, don't you want to go sit with Master Xizel?"

"I think the Sixth Princess seems to be getting along well with him."

Yulina shook her head slightly and said softly, "There is no special relationship between Master Xizel and me. I naturally have no right to interfere with who he wants to talk to."

"Master Craig, you seem to be in a good mood."

Logically speaking, the person chosen by Craig should be the Sixth Princess, but now that he sees the Sixth Princess being humiliated, he seems to be in a good mood?

After hearing Yulina's words, several king's chosen people present looked at Craig intentionally or unintentionally, with deep meaning in their eyes.

Craig's face changed slightly. He didn't expect that this seemingly weak girl could be so ruthless when she was talking to others. With just a few words, she almost shifted everyone's attention to him.

Novia silently looked at the Second Prince who was like the moon surrounded by stars, and then her eyes quickly fell on Xizel.

You know, even if the Second Prince only played a small role in this negotiation, it would be a huge plus for the King Selection Ceremony.

However, from just now until now, there has been no movement from Xizel's side.

...Does he not care at all about who will be the successor to Her Majesty the Queen, or does he also know that taking the initiative to talk to the archangel at this moment would only be asking for trouble?

After all, even an outsider could guess that the Second Prince and Luo Lewo were old acquaintances. Or, in other words, Luo Lewo and the person behind the Second Prince were old acquaintances, and the other party was only willing to give the Second Prince face because of this relationship.

When she thought of this, Novia did not feel any gloating, but rather had mixed feelings.

Ever since César stopped being a 'dog bootlicker', Novia discovered that she didn't seem to hate César that much.

What she really hated were the adults on both sides who had tried to force her to be tied to the Pound family in the past, and César's fawning attitude towards her.

I have to say that human beings are truly amazing creatures. When something is readily available to them, they are dismissive or even disgusted by it. However, when something is far away from them, they become somewhat uncomfortable and even try to win it back.

This is the psychological state of Novia at the moment.

At this time, the Second Prince, who was not far away, had finished talking with Luo Lewo. He had an elegant aristocratic smile on his face, but he could not hide the high spirits between his brows.

Under the gazes of everyone, he turned and walked towards Yves, placed his hand on his chest, and bowed respectfully.

"Your Majesty, after talking with Mr. Rolevo just now, he is willing to trade an additional 3% of weapons raw materials with Camelot in his own name after reaching a cooperation in the future."

“Although it’s not much, it’s also a sign of his sincerity.”

Just a brief conversation and the negotiation was completed?

There were many guests from other forces present at the scene. When they heard this, there was a hint of strangeness in their eyes.

Three percent of the transaction volume may not sound like much, but you have to know that this transaction is conducted on a country basis. Although the Archangel has enormous power in the Century Ark, the fact that he is willing to provide such favorable conditions is enough to show how much Luo Levo values ​​the Second Prince.

There was also a hint of surprise in Yves's eyes, and then her beautiful light golden eyes inadvertently looked at the 'archangel' not far away.

Facing an empress, the archangel naturally gave a polite smile to express his respect.

Yves nodded slightly, then retracted her gaze and said slowly: "The Empire will remember your contribution this time, Bastin."

The smile on Bastin's face became more intense, but his tone remained unyielding: "Everything is for Camelot. Compared to the contribution made by Master César, my little fact is really nothing."

The contribution that Xizel made was nothing more than being the hub between the Grey Mist Land and the Camelot Empire, but he made a "passive" contribution because he was chosen by Pandora.

At this moment, Bastin suddenly mentioned Césaire, simply to express the difference between himself and Césaire.

The former relies on his own abilities, while the latter...is simply due to good luck.

After all, he was able to complete this extra order transaction by relying on his excellent social skills.

Ivril glanced at Bastin calmly and said slowly: "The contributions that Xizel and you have made to the empire are different, but in essence, they are both for the future of the empire... Not only the two of you, I hope that everyone present here can work hard for the future of the empire in the future."

With just a few simple words, he easily wiped out the rhythm that Bastin had just set.

Bastin didn't think much about it, but just replied "yes" respectfully, and he felt happier in his heart.

Now that I think about it carefully, there was no need to go to Pound Manor to "invite" César.

After all, the other party's current identity is indeed very special, but whether the Grey Mist Land recognizes César as Pandora's husband is still an unknown.

In short, after this trip to the Century Ark, I think your Majesty's position as successor should have been much more secure.

Thinking of this, Bastin couldn't help but look at César not far away.

From just now until now, César has remained silent, as if he did not fit in with the people in this meeting place. He drank his wine silently, as if he did not care about what was happening in the outside world.

9 Suni was sitting opposite Xizel and noticed the second prince's gaze and couldn't help but glance over.

Si Bastin smiled faintly and raised his glass to gesture.

Although ba looked quite friendly, at this moment he seemed to be showing off.

2 Instead of making friends with César, it is better to rely on yourself... This is what Bastin wants to express at the moment.

4. “What a nasty guy.”

Umbrella Suni withdrew her gaze indifferently, frowning slightly and talking to herself.