The setting sun is a magnificent spectacle, an old life, an unknown destiny, or it can be a beautiful encounter in the near future.
Shulot looked up at the great temple. He couldn't see clearly the statues in the temple, nor the palace behind the temple, nor the immortal sun, Trakaeler.
His mood has calmed down. Several years of arduous training as a warrior and the life and death training of fighting on the battlefield have made his mind strong enough, self-controlled enough, and courageous enough to face all difficulties and dangers.
He had no way of knowing the conversation just now. He just saw a kind-faced old man, with a smile that made people feel like spring breeze, striding this way.
The old man was about fifty years old, wearing a noble obsidian divine crown, an exquisite top-grade sacrificial robe, and holding a wooden divine staff in one hand. He was quite tall, but his clothes were too wide, covering his figure and hiding everything in his arms.
Xuelote noticed that Avitt's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled and he was staring at the approaching old man with cold and solemn eyes.
The old man smiled broadly and strode to the vicinity of Wang Qi. Then, he bowed his head deeply to Avitt respectfully.
"Your highness, the future king of gods! I, the chief priest Kechar, pay my respects to you. And under the witness of the Sun God, I offer the unchanging loyalty of the priests of the Great Temple!"
Saying that, Kechar knelt down on one knee without hesitation and took off the divine crown on his head, revealing his gray hair. Then he bowed his head deeply and handed his hair to Avitt.
This is the etiquette for ordinary nobles to swear allegiance to the king! Putting it on the supreme chief priest of the alliance is an absolute tribute.
Avitt moved slightly, and then his eyes turned cold again. He looked coldly at the high priest kneeling in front of him without saying a word.
The scene was silent for a moment, and Shulot silently looked at this old man who was similar in age and status to his grandfather, and he was extremely wary. His grandfather once told him that the person he needed to be wary of most in the royal capital was Kechar. There seems to be harmony between the two major priest groups of the alliance, but in fact there are turbulent undercurrents.
After a while, Gillim coughed lightly. He took two steps forward, walked out from behind Avitt, saluted solemnly to Kechar, and then paid homage in the same way. Then, he stood up and helped the chief priest up on behalf of Avit.
Kechar raised his head, with the same kind smile on his face. He then saluted Gilliam, who returned the gesture meticulously. Then he turned slightly, faced Shulot, and looked up and down quickly. Seeing the young man's prowess, his smile became more kind and touching. Then, the chief priest lowered his head slightly and saluted Shulot.
Shulot was a little surprised. He recalled Gilliam's actions just now, so he simply returned the greeting.
Avitt then spoke and spat out cold words.
"Kechar, what are you doing here?"
"I am sending a message on behalf of the immortal elder." Kechar nodded gently to Shulot, then faced Avitt and said with a smile. "Congratulations, Your Highness! The elder invites you to meet tomorrow morning. Then the coronation ceremony will be held as soon as possible! Soon, you will be the seventh generation owner of Lake Capital and the fifth generation king of the alliance!"
"Congratulations to the king!" Gillim also smiled and congratulated Avitt.
Avitt's face melted a little. But still no words were spoken.
"Your Highness, the former king's palace has been vacated. How about I guide you to move in?"
Kechar suggested with a smile, sincerity and kindness on his face.
Avitt shook his head and then said: "There is no need to rush. Tonight I will go back to Montezuma Palace, which my mother inherited, and wait until early tomorrow morning to see the immortal elder again!"
"Follow your will! My king." Kechar bowed his head respectfully and then said softly. "Tonight, please allow me to visit you and give you a gift that proves my loyalty."
Avitt's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't nod or object, he just stayed silent for a moment and waved goodbye.
Kechar saluted again, bowed his head and respectfully sent Avitt off. His eyes remained on Shulot's leaving figure, with a gentler smile on his face.
Shulot followed Avitt to Montezuma Palace in the palace area on the west side of the temple area. This is the palace where the great Montezuma I lived and has a glorious historical memory.
Looking at the palace in the distance, Shulot had no time to observe the shape and scale of the palace. There was a sudden chaos in his heart, like a plucked string, vibrating non-stop. He just remembered that when he arrived at Avitt's house, he would be able to meet his fiancée, a twelve-year-old girl, Alyssa.
Although, in this era where the average age is no more than 20 years old, girls generally mature prematurely. There are many commoners who get married and have children between the ages of twelve and fourteen. But for the great nobles, their daughters at this age are just like little lotuses. They are flowers and bones that they protect at home and are not known to outsiders.
Shulot knew nothing about Alyssa. He spent countless days and nights thinking and imagining his future wife. Make all preparations in your heart to tolerate everything about the other person, no matter beauty or ugliness, no matter personality, no matter hobbies, to fulfill the responsibility of a husband.
Shulot once asked Stanley, the family's warrior chief, but Stanley shook his head silently and just sighed softly. He was not happy to tell Shulot that you, silly hummingbird, were lucky enough to be able to stay on the most beautiful flower of the royal family!
Now, as the palace approached, Shulot felt anxious, jumped up and down, and even his palms became slightly sweaty. The late autumn sunset shone on him, making him feel hot all over.
It seemed like a moment passed, and it seemed like a long time. Before the sun set, Wang Qi arrived outside the palace. Under Stanley's command, the family warriors spread out and garrisoned skillfully. The light blue wooden door opened gently, and Avitt couldn't restrain his excitement and strode forward, walking like the wind. A servant had already gone to deliver the message.
Shulot hurriedly put on his clothes. After some distance, he followed nervously, looking around from time to time, like a thief breaking into the house for the first time.
"Alyssa!" Avitt's excited shout finally came from the front.
The young man trembled all over and looked forward with concern, but he only saw Avitt's broad back and a strong hug with his head lowered.
"Dad!" A clear and sweet voice reached Shulot's ears like a silver bell, and then jumped in his heart.
The young man quickly quickened his pace and moved closer to Avitt.
Avitt held his beloved daughter tightly, but did not dare to use too much force. He was caring for a flower as if he were afraid of getting hurt at all. He smiled contentedly, showing a gentle gesture that he had never seen before. In his arms, his daughter's sweet call sounded. On his chest was his daughter's soft cheek. All of this melted the ice in his heart.
After not seeing her for a full year and seven months, she seemed to have grown taller, reaching her chest. Looking at my daughter's eyebrows, they have grown a lot, like a beautiful hibiscus emerging from the water. Vaguely, not only does she have the softness of her deceased wife, well, she also inherits her own refined charm, like a person from heaven.
Alas, in the future, I don’t know which idiot will be cheaper... Thinking of this, Avitt suddenly turned his head and glared at the stupid eagle beside him.
Xiulote was looking out, wanting to take a closer look at the exquisite girl in Avitt's arms. He might as well use a big hand as fast as lightning, pinch the cheek that came to the door with precision, and squeeze it hard.
The boy jumped in pain, but this time, in front of the girl, he couldn't shout out under any circumstances.
"Dad?" Soon, the clear spring-like voice was like the sound of nature, calming Avitt's unreasonable anger in time and flowing into the young man's heart.
Avitt stiffened and gently let go of his hand. He turned his head and smiled at his daughter Sunshine. Then he put his hand on his daughter's shoulder and paused for a few seconds. Then he gritted his teeth and turned sideways, revealing the pure girl.
This is the first time that young Shulot saw the young girl Alyssa. The two looked at each other half a meter apart.
What a beautiful girl that is! She has eyes like morning stars, curved eyebrows, a delicate nose, small cherry lips, natural rosy blush, and a pure and gentle smile. There was a bit of cunning and cuteness in that smile, which bloomed on the pretty little face and also bloomed in the young man's heart.
The eyebrows are as beautiful as a painting, but they are just like the person in the painting. The innocence and beauty at this moment will captivate all sentient beings in the future.
The boy held his breath for a moment and couldn't help but lean closer. The person in front of me has soft facial lines, thin down hair unique to girls, and shoulder-length black hair. She is dressed in white clothes that are as beautiful as snow, showing an exquisite and delicate figure. She is also like the clouds in the sky, so soft. amiable.
"Ahem." A pair of big hands stretched out in time to separate the two people. Avitt glared at Shulot. After thinking for a while, he sighed again.
"You guys can chat for a while. I have something else to do." After saying that, Avitt turned around with difficulty and walked to the main hall where the meeting was held.
The boy looked at the girl. Slowly, gently, and from the bottom of his heart, a smile spread across his face.
"Hmm, who are you?...Hey, it smells like the sun." The girl opened her eyes wide and looked at the boy in front of her curiously. Then she probed her head slightly and sniffed the boy's neck.
"I am Shulot." Looking at the pretty face so close and smelling the faint body fragrance, the young man who had been through battle for a long time felt his mouth go dry for a moment.
Just after entering the palace, the young man changed into a sun-dried robe. His body bears the marks of training under the sun. The sunshine was engraved on his body and in his heart at this time.
"Hmm, this seems to be the name of a god? Then, I am Alyssa, the elf among the clouds." The girl smiled, and the morning stars flashed with gentle smiles, scattered in the boy's eyes, making everything smile. Eclipsed.
"Alyssa. So beautiful." The boy murmured to himself. "You are the spirit of flowers, the spirit of butterflies, the spirit of wind, the spirit of clouds. You are also my spirit."
"Then, why are you here?" The girl stood on tiptoes, flashing her bright eyes, and looked at the boy brightly. A gust of breeze blew by, blowing away the girl's long hair and messing up the boy's thoughts.
The young man felt the nascent sprout in his heart burning his chest. The starlight fell on my heart, giving birth to crystal seeds, but they felt so soft.
"Because I am the one who protects you." The young man subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch the elf in front of him.
The girl smiled softly. She spun around, her long hair gently brushing the boy's cheek, avoiding the boy's slightly firm palm. He sniffed it gently, it was the fragrance of flowers.
"But, I already have someone to protect me. I have my father!" The girl smiled slyly and jumped back lightly.
"That's different!" The young man took vigorous steps and hurriedly chased after the elves of clouds and flowers.
"Well, why is it different?" The girl frowned slightly. She stopped her brisk pace, tilted her head, and looked at the boy innocently.
"Because...because...because he can only accompany you to the beginning, but I can accompany you to the end." The young man stuttered and wanted to explain, but finally squeezed out this sentence. He then straightened his chest, put his hand on his heart and swore an oath, looking at the girl firmly.
"Finally?" The girl blinked, a little confused and confused. "What will be the end of the world?"
"Everyone should leave and go to the Kingdom of God." The young man carefully considered his words for fear of hurting the people in front of him.
"I don't want it! I don't want my father to go to the Kingdom of God! I want my mother to come back!" The girl pursed her lips, wrinkled her nose sadly, and her eyes slowly became sparkling.
Seeing the sad flowers, the boy's heart was instantly broken. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the girl hard, trying to pass on his power to her. Her palm was so delicate and soft that the young man did not dare to exert any more force, so he put his other hand on her hand and gently closed it with her tenderness.
"Don't cry. It will take a long, long time. And there will be me." The boy approached the girl and wanted to kiss the tears in her eyes.
But the girl half-twirled away. She wiped away her tears with the back of her slender hands, and then looked at the boy seriously.
"I will go to the Kingdom of God. Will you also go to the Kingdom of God?"
The boy was stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously. "I will go. I will be with you and accompany you until the end!" He promised in his heart: "If there is a kingdom of God, I will eventually go there."
The girl then grinned. Her eyes are crescent like beautiful crescent moons. The crescent moon also fell on the young man's heart.
Soon, she wrinkled her cute nose again and shook her head. "Well, you are scaring people, you are a bad brother!"
"Well, let me sing!" The girl exerted a little force, and her small and smooth hand was pulled out of the boy's hand, and then suddenly floated away like a butterfly in the wind.
"I want to be a flower, hold the beautiful starlight in my mouth, and give the flower fragrance to the butterfly.
I want to be a butterfly, wrapped in the gentle fragrance of flowers, leaving its dance in the wind.
I want to be a breeze, blowing the wings of butterflies and drawing patterns on the clouds.
I want to be a cloud, wrapped in the gentle wind, covering the eyes of the stars.
I want to be a star, lying among the clouds, quietly lighting up the flowers.
I turned into a flower again... la la la la la~~~
"
The girl's singing voice is like a lark in the sky, soft and melodious, and like a clear spring in the mountains, crisp and tinkling. Then, she spread her arms and imitated the wings of a butterfly, dancing as freely as the breeze and as soft as clouds. Finally, she turned around, pulled up her long hair on her shoulders, showed her innocent and pretty face, and gave the boy a pure smile.
The bright moon rises in the east and the setting sun sets in the west. When the moon rises and sets, the stars open their eyes and look towards the flowers in a flash, illuminating the people among the flowers.
That is Alyssa, with the face of a flower, the singing voice of a bird, the dance of an elf, and the kindness and softness of a cloud.
Shulot quietly looked at the girl in the flowers. The crescent moon, stars, flowers, butterflies, breeze, and clouds all fell into his heart one by one, and became inseparable from him. He listened to the spring-like singing and washed away all the dust in his heart.
At this moment, all I can think about is innocence.
"You once said to me,
Meeting is a song,
Eyes are the spring sea,
Youth is a green river..."
The young man sang softly, smiled, looked warmly and tenderly at the girl in this life.
"Meeting is a song,
Life is like a river.
When you flow through my heart,
Suddenly my eyes are filled with beauty...
How many expectations are there in life?
How much hesitation is there in the future?
When I look back, you are by my side.
The prosperity of the world makes tourists smile,
The spring scenery in my eyes reminds me of the eternal vicissitudes.
In the wilderness of the soul,
When will it bloom like a shooting star?
The lost me can never come back again,
Will you stay with me until I grow old?
A wisp of your black hair,
Tie the lonely me.
I smiled,
I will never wander from now on...
"
Moonlight night and stars, flowers and clouds. In the intertwined songs and the fiery hearts, this was the first meeting between the two. Think innocently.
