MTL - How To Wear a Goddess Statue-Chapter 96 start

The owner of the bookstore and the killer involved in this matter were all taken back to the princess' mansion. According to the law, this is only a temporary detention and must be handed over to the Wangcheng Tribunal in a few days.

The gray-bearded old man heard the report, his face gloomy for a moment.

He didn't have much expectations for this action.

What is a gladiator? If it is aimed at the princess herself, they will definitely design it well, and lay a real net of heaven and earth, which will kill with one blow.

But it's just a female officer. No matter how eager they are to get rid of them, they don't need to make too much noise. If they can't make a test, they can also observe the princess' reaction. Be careful and you can pass the blame on others. Anyway, the killer and the bookstore owner are both. It's not clear who the messenger is.

The future of the royal family and even Solancia is tied to this thread!

Even if the means…

The old man told himself that everything he did was for the royal family and for Solancia.

He let out a long sigh, barely suppressing his unease.

But the old man didn't know—

No matter how well planned, he will never have another chance to do it.

The murder of Luodus has already touched the bottom line of the princess, it cannot be tolerated, and there is no need to continue to tolerate it.

The falcon in the rock nest opened its sharp eyes, the golden spotted tiger sneaked quietly in the jungle, and under the full moon, the alpha wolf raised its head high and was about to make its first howl.

Perhaps now.

Maybe in the next second.

———

A week later, during the routine court meeting, the powerful and noble ministers were arranged at both ends of the royal court. They bowed their heads and looked humble, but many people exchanged glances secretly, brewing something.

Horst sat on the throne and listened to everyone in the audience reporting on the major events of the past few days.

When the last minister's report was over and he returned to his original position, Horst looked around: "What else do you have to report?"

No other major events happened this week. He thought that this question was just a routine matter, no one would answer, and today's court meeting can end there.

Horst: "Go ahead, Podol."

Bodol is the oldest old man among the ministers present, but he is not a diehard member. By the way, he is the grandfather of the nobleman who invited the princess to hunt.

Bodor's round face is extremely kind: "Your Majesty, I have heard some bad rumors recently about Her Royal Highness."

Not so good?

Horst suddenly became energetic, hid his interest and pride, and said with a straight and worried face: "Really?"

"You also know that Her Royal Highness swore an oath to Goddess Luodus in exchange for the strength to fight for the gods and Solancia. There is admiration and praise, and the praise of His Highness is everywhere."

"..." This is not bad.

Bodor went on to say: "But the more it spreads, the more they start to recall the military exploits the princess made when she was still a teenager, and they all feel that His Royal Highness must be a general in command of the northwest frontier at this time. If you ask what your current status is—or the deputy commander of the army, some people will criticize him a lot, and even make inappropriate remarks.”

"What's wrong?"

"They said, His Majesty cannot tolerate people."

The second half of the sentence was very low, but Horst could hear it.

Eliuil had great military exploits, but she was only a small deputy commander. She could explain it by the reason that it was not easy to be appointed a general in the city of Tigbia, but she always It's been a few months since I returned to Acht, and I still haven't gotten the position I deserve. In the eyes of others, isn't it that the superior has a problem?

The kind of person who made things difficult for the daughter of the previous king. I believe that Your Majesty must have a reasonable consideration, and will never turn a blind eye to the credit of the queen!"

"You're right, but Eleuil is too young, and I'm afraid some will disagree."

Horst smiled reluctantly.

Immediately afterwards, Carlton, the leader of the pragmatic faction from a commoner, stepped forward and said bluntly: "I don't agree, Your Majesty."

Compared with Bodor, who is accustomed to beating around the bush, his style has always been straight and direct, "Her Royal Highness is fully capable of taking a higher position, she is a warrior of the goddess, she is outstanding the general."

"As for age, the current lord of Digbia was only twenty-one years old when he was in command.

Carlton paused for two seconds, then bowed and said, "Her Royal Highness is worthy of the commander-in-chief, this is just my humble opinion, please make a decision."

"I second."

"Second."

"Your Excellency Carlton is right."

"Your Majesty please decide!"

One after another officials stepped out of the queue to support Carlton's opinion. Although less than one fifth of the people stood up, it was a rare situation for so many people to stand out at the same time. Not to mention how many high-ranking aristocratic officials were among them.

Horst caught sight of his son's expression.

Prince Romul looked at the supporters frowning and thought, and raised his toes. Before he could make the next move, he was pulled by the prime minister beside him.

The prime minister's lips opened and closed imperceptibly, as if to persuade, Romul showed an embarrassed expression, but he still did not take this step.

But it was enough to give Horst a heart attack.

My son, what are you thinking? Would it do you any good to give more power to the bloodline of the previous king?

Sure enough, Romul was raised too generously and kindly by him, so he couldn't understand this kind of thing.

Secretly put the plan to reverse the crown prince's thinking on the agenda, Horst also has to face the current troubles, he used the excuse of "the matter is very important, we will discuss it next time", wanting to delay Drag again.

Procrastinate for a while, maybe the diehards will be able to succeed during this period, and he is not completely helpless.

Under the dim candlelight, the quill moved quickly on the dark brown paper, bringing out the white writing.

After a while, Horst stopped writing, carefully read what he had written, waited patiently for the pen to dry, folded the seal, and handed it over to his subordinates.

"Send this to the city of Surinia, the sun god, and to my cousin." Horst ordered, "I remember that Naymar didn't like Surinia? She will welcome the gift, then."

city ​​of the sun god.

Nymar read the letter, curled the ends of his hair leisurely, and said nothing.

It has been a centuries-old tradition that the eldest daughter of the royal family inherits the position of the concubine and the high priest of the sun god.

Eliuil got rid of this fate before, and Horst wanted to push her back and push her to the position of the concubine, becoming a puppet who could not step out of the city gate.

When Eleuil passed through Surinia, Naimar made an agreement with her that if faced with this situation, he must refuse.

In fact, the princess' secret letter arrived three days earlier than Horst's, with only a few short lines:

Aunt Naymar,

I believe in Luodus, I am blessed by her, and the whole royal city knows it.

All Solan will know in the future.

The spy had to speak, breaking Naimar's thoughts: "His Royal Highness, what do you think?"

"I can't say anything about His Majesty's decision." Naimar half-smiled, "But I heard that Eleuil is the patron of the goddess of the Ilu River, and vowed to serve her Keep it pure, is that the case?"

"Yes, but-"

"Then there is no way. Eleuil's belief in the goddess of the Ilu River is well known. It is inappropriate for you to ask her to pick up my class."

"But only she can take your place. When the queen comes here, you can go wherever you want." The spy lowered his tone, "The king said, when you return to Acht, still Will be the only princess, Solan's most honorable woman."

"What's more, this year's Sun God Festival is coming soon. As long as the Queen arrives in time, you don't have to preside over the festival."

The concubine is afraid of sunlight and has a psychological shadow on all open flames, so she uses night pearls and luminous insects instead of lights.

Horst understands this and is good at exploiting it.

The spy waits anxiously for a response.

Finally, Nimar laughed softly.

"I heard about Wangcheng."

"Huh?"

"Eleuil is the warrior of the goddess Luodus, and promises to keep her pure, rounded up, isn't this the concubine of the gods."

Naimar shrugged with just the right amount of confusion.

"Don't you think it sounds very problematic to have Eleuil, the goddess of the river goddess, be the goddess of the sun god?"

Spy: "…"

When I hear this, it seems that I really have the suspicion of angering the gods.

Still provoke two gods at once.

Naimar picked up the long smoking pipe embedded with agate, and puffed, the smell of tobacco mixed with spices scattered throughout the hall.

"That's why I disagree." She was righteous.

Spy: "Okay, okay, I'll go back and report to Your Majesty."

The secret spy left the concubine's palace in a daze.

Naymar watched his back disappear, his smile faded.

Once every eight years, the festival of the sun god.