Taking a bath is the entertainment that every decent lady will inevitably receive after entering the city, and Rose is no exception. Look at these lowly humans, they show great care when they see an elf face, without exploring their own good or bad. However, even the contempt is despised, enjoyment still needs to be enjoyed. She stretched out her arms and cooperated with the maid to take off her clothes. When she took off her pants, the maid screamed and covered her mouth. She lowered her head to see that the raised earthworm-like white scar on her lower abdomen was more obvious than the maid's big eyes that were calm. They were all masterpieces of the lowly snake demon.

A kiss is indeed not enough for her, and believers are the best to devote themselves to worshipping them wholeheartedly. However, Lyon, born in a patriarchal society, always incorporates too many other factors into sleeping with women. The God Queen who was rejected can only forget it, otherwise what else can she do? Kill him? Rose raised her foot and stepped into the bathtub. The water temperature was just right, and she was very satisfied.

At worst, let the man kneel a few more times so that she won't be anxious. Rose is the initiator of the elves' split. Many strong-willed figures bow to her feet. What is a mere short-lived human ghost Lyon? The maid gently held Rose and guided her to lean against the edge of the wooden bathtub and rub her long black hair with soap. The hair color was so deep that the maid was worried that it would dye the water in the bathtub black.

Bathing is the first step, which not only expresses the importance of guests coming from afar, but also saves the host from suffering. You should know that at the banquet, guests always sit next to the host.

Human etiquette and meals seemed rough to her. Besides, as a lady, Rose could not follow Lyon's style. The brave man is a man, and no one cares about how he eats or how much he eats. Rose is not good, she has to pretend if she doesn't pretend. This is not a dark area, but here the male is the absolute protagonist, and she can only be forced to circle around.

For example, when introducing the guests, she was behind Lyon and named "The Legend of the Brave's Female Companion", which saved her name. Rose accompanied her to smile and accepted it all, and even took Lyon's arm intentionally or unintentionally to tease others. If the great hero did not have such a stiff posture, and he shivered uncontrollably when Rose kissed his cheek, the illusion of love between heroes and elves would be better.

As for the elf fiancée Miss Christina? Anyway, there was no rash man who jumped out to be that ignorant fool during the whole dinner.

Every time Lyon and Rose said something, the old man named Benititas was fully focused and focused on exceeding the scope permitted by etiquette. However, he could not see anything. After losing the divine realm in heaven, the place where Rose was located became her absolute barrier and could not be violated by other gods.

The banquet of the story of Xuying was finally over. Queen Spider God only ate half full, which was also in line with social etiquette. As long as she wanted, she could send her maid to the kitchen to make midnight snacks for herself, but there was a Lyon next to her who was holding her arms and accompanying her back to the room. It was normal to call men to run errands. Queen God glanced at Lyon a few times and held her thoughts back in her heart.

This is her only champion warrior, her divine choice, not a submissive servant.

They politely said goodbye at the door of the guest room, but Lyon didn't mean to go in, and Rose didn't invite him. Tiredness was the main thing, and there were many ears and eyes, which was an objective reality. The guards standing guard at the end of the corridor would peek here from time to time, which was very disgusting.

The fireplace in the room had been burning for a while, and it was warm and pleasant. When she came back, the maid bowed and walked out. Without the bathtub she used in the afternoon, the room was much empty. She sat on the edge of the bed and touched the soft mattress, intending to have a comfortable sleep. Since she descended to earth, Rose has never slept in the bed.

"Dong, dong, dong." The knock on the door at this time seemed to be against her, deliberately preventing Rose from resting.

She really wanted to scold people, no, she actually wanted to kill people, but she had to swallow her anger. Lyon believed in the goddess of nature, love and beauty, not the Spider God Queen who could kill hundreds of people just because her hair was stuck.

Maybe it was Lyon? In order to adapt to the rude rudeness, she learned to comfort herself.

An old face was revealed outside the door, and it was the Elf Miss Benititas who had a much higher status than an unknown origin. She should have followed the maid's behavior just now, but the Queen of God looked impatient, put on the doorknob and planned to close it at any time.

"Sorry for disturbing me, Miss Maluxilu." The bishop followed the entourage, dressed tightly, showing that this was not a temporary polite visit.

"If you are not sleepy, I would like to invite you to visit the most precious collection of St. Paul's Church."

He said he was invited, but depending on his posture, if she didn't follow, she would be dragged out. Now, it was useless to ask for help. The room where Lyon lives was far away from the other end and he couldn't hear it even when he shouted. God has dignity and would not yell at all and pretend to be a weak woman, even if she was really weak.

"Of course, this is my honor." Rose walked out with an extremely hypocritical smile.

The old man brought three followers, two of whom had weapons, and the rest of the archbishop dressed as priests. After seeing the truth clearly, the queen of gods was no longer afraid. No matter how weak her divine power was, it would be fine to deal with two or three people.

Terra's church is naturally full of portraits of Mother Earth. On both sides of the spacious and straight corridor, there are only saints, but also Terra. The candle holders nailed to the walls on both sides ensure that guests can enjoy them at night. The Mother Earth holds a baby, the Mother Earth comforts the dying soldiers, the Mother Earth shed tears for the sick people, the Mother Earth is everywhere, the Mother Earth... Rose suddenly moved anger, and she stopped and stood in front of a painting.

"This is "Harvest", Miss." The priest dressed in priest explained diligently. Some people are interested in the artworks collected in the church, and they are still a lady, and normal clergy will be happy.

"Harvest..." The black-haired elf raised his head and looked up at the colorful oil painting that was bigger than herself. The painting was Terra sitting upright in the clouds, bringing the long-lost rain for the hard-working farmers. The farmer either raised his hands to cheer or knelt on his knees to pray. Everyone in the painting, every tree, and even the wheat in the fields were bathed in the favor of the mother of the earth.

Rain, windy, severe winter, early autumn, spring equinox...that should have been my god!

You are a despicable savage bitch! She tried her best to suppress the emotions that were about to explode and did not put the curse in her heart into practice.

"Miss?" He noticed the inexplicable anger of the black-haired elf, and the priest quickly spoke out, fearing that there would be a serious sin to tear the statue of the Virgin in front of him.

"Oh, sorry, I was fascinated by it." The Elf's smile was very stiff, and he was pretending at first glance.

"Please here." The priest made a gesture and politely urged the elves to follow the Archbishop's footsteps.

The Archbishop and the two knights walked very quickly, as if they didn't care whether others could keep up. Now the priest and the elves became defenders.

"Mr. Pastor, can you ask me what you want me to see?" Rose noticed that the pastor was different from the guy in front of him, with a smile on his face. He should be a very kind person.

"Just call me monk Rafili, Miss." Rafili glanced at the Archbishop's back, as if he was afraid of being heard, "Your honor is to ask you to appreciate the holy relics of the Mother of the Earth, the Blade of Terra."

Another piece of garbage belonging to a savage bitch, sneered in her heart. On the surface, she had to pretend to be extremely honorable, in line with her identity - the elf female companion of the brave Lyon.

Qiaode's dream of knight was probably destined to be broken. After Miss Ajiani and him revealed it, he only gave the older servant two ways. He reported the Paladin's mischief to the wrong plan, or he could not become a knight no matter how he chose.

The servant was not a fool. As soon as Lyon appeared, he knew how unrealistic his dream of pursuing Isabel was. In both public and private, he had no reason to continue to follow Isabel Adjani. But he still nodded solemnly and took over the task of the hostess, secretly picking up the brave elf female companion, and preparing for the next step of escape.

He was a loyal man, he was even more a kind man. He chose to trust the mistress's judgment rather than be loyal to the Archbishop and the Knights.

"Dong, dun, dun."

This was his third knock on the door, and there was no response inside. Just as he wanted to knock for the fourth time, a woman's voice came from behind him.

"Miss Elf was called away by the Archbishop, sir."

It turned out to be the maid who was responsible for taking care of Maluxilu. Jod thanked her and asked how long the elf had been gone.

"It's been a while, sir."
Chapter completed!