Chapter 145:

Mrs. Fergus has never been so beautiful in her life.
She shuttled through the crowd, her high cocked chin, rose-colored skirt, and hat with a feather in it all made her—
"...Like a proud golden pheasant."
A lady covered her mouth with a fan and said lowly.
Of course, they don't think much of the in the aristocracy, but now and now it's different.
Mrs. Fergus has an amazing daughter.
This is enough to smooth everything up and let them give her a high court.
The small Fergus family was full of people coming from everywhere.
They are uneasy, fearful, and dazed, but they also hide excitement, adventure, excitement--
It's changing.
The world has changed its appearance, and the new sun is slowly rising. Perhaps, there will be a new order.
Chaos represents opportunity.
Speculators are eager for the favor of the new god, while the old royal forces are afraid of the fall of power, and the former Holy See is looking forward to the new god's instructions--
Of course they will not easily change their piety to the light.
But Ellen's Holy See had already heard the word, the new said that no one needed to believe her. This means that they do not need to betray the light, so it is not excessive to listen to the teachings of the new gods occasionally, is it?
If Mrs. Fergus knew what these people thought, she would clap and say aloud: Yes, that's it!
Of course she is still trustworthy.
It’s just a person. First of all, you have to live for yourself. Can't let the light go, they will be buried together with them.
Those who were buried were madmen.
Only occasionally, when I think of the reflection of the I saw in the shrine, I can’t help but feel sorry and sad:
Such a perfect god... actually disappeared.
Even she is sad, not to mention Bellia?
She still remembers how Bellia and the boy named Leslie were together.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Fergus smiled brighter to the handsome boys.
"Mrs. Fergus! When will God allow us to see?"
Someone asked.
Mrs. Fergus looked at the stairs, and there was no movement. She lifted the skirt:
"Oh, let me ask."
Go to the second floor, "Tuk Tuk Tuk" and knock on the door:
"Belia."
The door opened from the inside.
Mrs. Fergus looked over, and her daughter was sitting at the dresser by the window, looking at the mirror without blinking--
There was something strange in her heart.
Leaving aside the strangeness, Mrs. Fergus cheered up and walked over:
"Beliya, don't you go down and take a look? You should have a new life... Don't always refuse."
The girl looked up, her blue eyes were empty like a wasteland.
Mrs. Fergus' throat choked.
"Okay, my poor child..."
Who knew she stood up.
"Go."
"Are you willing?"
Mrs. Fergus said in surprise.
"You're right, people always have to look forward, and I still have something to say." The blonde girl's eyes curled up, sparkling inside, like sorrow, like other complex emotions that could not be discerned , "However, I am sorry."
"I have gained the right to choose life freely."
She smiles.
"Oh, oh..."
I don’t know why. At this moment, Mrs. Fergus feels that the person in front of him is so strange, as if it contains a different soul in it-like countless times before, Mrs. Fergus shook her head and left. Go out.
"Go."
She said.

Those who can enter the Fergus family are the great nobles counted in the Kingdom of Carlo, and the Holy See forces only allow archbishops, bishops, and ranks of envoys and knights to enter.
The older ones can still suppress their emotions, the younger ones have already chatted with each other.
"After a while, people from other kingdoms will also come over. By that time, I'm afraid we can't even enter the door."
"Will God appear? Will she live here all the time?"
"I guess not. It is said that God controls countless worlds."
"Will she be willing to see us?"
Ambitious, have prepared lines, intend to use what tone, what posture to surrender to the new god
At this moment, there was a "dada" sound at the staircase, leather shoes knocking on the board.
The voice was so crisp, as if it had some subtle, immersive charm, and people could not help looking forward to the true face of the new god...
It must be beautiful, and it must be dignified.
Some of them have seen and recalled, and the beauty in that memory seems to be covered with a hazy light veil...
People on the stairs appeared.
Rose-purple silk skirt, tall, tall, with black silk mesh hat worn diagonally, blonde hair, blue eyes, slightly high cheekbones, pale cheeks, smile a little gaudy-wait for the realization that the person is Mrs. Fergus, everyone My heart seems to have experienced a high-altitude glide.
They all sighed in relief.
Then, another figure appeared.
More graceful and more noble, the blonde hair was kissed by the sun, the blue dress was as pure as the sky, but, a little more clearly, it would be gone-even if they tried to widen their eyes, the face of the new came to them Say, still not visible.
She seemed to be caught in a hazy veil.
As a result, everyone's heart unconsciously emerged a sentence:
God cannot pry.
They bowed their heads obediently.
"You guys come to me?"
The sound was very soft, but it was as clear as it echoed in everyone's ear, shaking the eardrum.
Someone crawled involuntarily, but the knee that was bent halfway was pushed back by a gentle force.
"No need to worship me."
"But, but--"
"Bishop Bruce did not convey my wishes to you?"
A bearded man appeared in a crowd, and Liu Yu recognized the crown and dress on his body, and saw the solemn Prince Carlo who was standing behind him.
"King Carlo?"
"Yes, it's me, the venerable god," seemed to be shocked by the coercion of the new god, the sweat of the forehead of this young and powerful king dripped, he wiped it out, or expressed his wishes, "but we have already Used to God's rule, if you don't care..."
Liu Yu saw that he was insincere.
She remembered Prince Carlo's frank confession, and the corner of her mouth bent:
"I will return the world to you, isn't it good?"
If a giant's finger falls on the villain, it will cause a magnitude 10 earthquake.
If she still intervenes without authorization, then the order that she has built up is still turning around her "new god", even if that is not her original intention-that way, she has gone back to the old road.
Mankind is the most tenacious race. After the stubborn order is crushed and broken, a new and better order that is more suitable for mankind will soon be established.
The crowd seemed to be lost.
They didn't think that God really didn't want to control, but that was God...
Isn’t God’s responsibility to maintain order and ensure fairness?
But think again, what should God be like?
No one can tell.
The Cardinal took a step forward and put his right hand on his left chest to salute.
"Dear Queen," he still insisted on calling her Queen, "You mean, no matter how this world will be...you won't intervene, right?"
Someone shouted:
"But we are used to a world guided by gods."
"So now, please get used to the world without the guidance of gods."
The voice came with undoubted determination, and then, as if to reassure them, she said, "However, if it is a flood...I will take care of it."
"That god, what do you need?"
Carlo looked up more respectfully abroad.
"A quiet one. Of course, my mother likes to attend banquets...please never refuse her."
"Of course, Mrs. Fergus's arrival, I think no one will refuse such glory."
King Carlo was the first to make a promise.
Others echoed and offered an invitation to Mrs. Fergus.
The people of the Holy See also received a relatively satisfactory answer. After leaving a precious gift, a group of people left, and the Fergus family emptied.
Only the pretty boys of the team stood up and refused to leave.
They lay on the ground gently, begging with that clear voice:
"God! I beg you to stay with us and be your servant!"
"Even if you just water your flowers and wipe the table every day!"
"We will get a lot!"
"I can sing!"
"I can dance!"
"I can do magic!"
"..."
A group of beautiful and lively teenagers tweeted to recommend themselves. They are not very young, but they are full of enthusiasm and ambition, making the whole room full of vitality.
Mrs. Fergus looked, and the smile on the corner of her mouth never stopped:
"Beliya, look, these children, how cute."
"Leave them, okay?"
"Even if I look at it every day, it makes people feel happy. Besides, we will need to go to the market to invite people later.
"We just need a piece of luso!"
The boys answered in unison.
Liu Yu looked at Mrs. Fergus, who seemed to be young suddenly, just about to say yes, but there was a gust of wind outside the door, and a fat and gray bird rushed in without thinking. One big wing is a gust of wind:
"spot!"
The teenagers were blown up and down, and their standing was unstable.
Liu Yu waved his hand.
The wind went out.
She looked at the gray freckles parked in front of her and said in surprise:
"Spotted?"
The speckled black beans stared at her with the illusion of fierce, carnivore:
"spot!"
It was fierce again.
Liu Yu found that she could not understand the language of birds.
"Are you okay? Then... what about him?"
Spotted stared at her again, and said fiercely to her:
"spot!"
This time, she understood:
[Baby, you actually carry a thief! ]
In the eyes of the wet black beans, the cruelty was gone, and it became aggrieved:
[Do you have enough spots? ]
The speckled black bean eyes squinted her carefully.
Liu Yu felt that this spot was familiar.