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“I…”
“I… am very sorry.”
After saying this with difficulty, Siamorphe seemed to have crossed something.
Siamorphe’s expression was only troubled for a moment, and then she composed her mood. Taking a deep breath, she bent her trembling legs, slowly knelt down, and bowed her head to Shelley.
“Lord Shelley, I… want to apologize for my previous rude behavior.”
“It was my arrogance that blinded my eyes and made me not show you the respect you deserve.”
Hearing this, he turned his head. Shelley chuckled softly at the complex-faced Shiallia beside him and said nothing.
Everything was understood without words.
Shelley’s meaning was very clear. This… was a god.
In the face of the threat of death, they, like mortals, would all seek to live.
Shelley was actually not very surprised by Siamorphe’s reaction. She was a noble goddess, and nobles… were the group most adept at reading the situation.
There had always been such a saying in the Prime Material Plane, “There are no eternal royal families, but there are eternal nobles.”
To put it nicely, they were the elite who judged the situation. To put it bluntly, they were the standard wall-sitters.
Nobles were the most unprincipled people… winners and benefits were their stance.
Going with the wind, adapting to the times, a wise man submits to circumstances… these were all the things that nobles thought of first in a life-or-death situation.
And their so-called sense of honor was, in many cases, just a means of covering up and beautifying themselves with a righteous air.
Shelley admitted that there were some nobles who took honor very, very seriously and constantly practiced the noble’s code. But most of the nobles, in his eyes, were unbearable.
They were all people who could be killed.
So Shelley, in fact, from the bottom of his heart, did not approve of this corrupt class of nobles. Therefore, although he had the appearance of a noble model on the surface… but whether it was in the palace of Ir, the Kingdom of Fente, or even the recently established Republic of Fente, the nobles’ evaluation of Shelley was one of awe mixed with fear.
Because he would really be ruthless to the nobles and would not consider their so-called foundation, inheritance, and these places they were proud of.
A thousand years of inheritance? A thousand years of parasites.
And one of the main reasons why Shelley had not abolished this system of nobles at the first moment, but had constantly attacked them, was to test the bottom line. Because if he took too big a step at once, it would inevitably cause chaos.
And what Shelley most wanted to avoid now was chaos.
As long as he got through this period of the Time of Troubles, he would have plenty of time to waste then. He could use the method of boiling a frog in warm water. He could spend ten or even a hundred years to make the common people’s reverence for this class of nobles completely disappear.
Shelley sneered with disdain, and then he strode forward and came to the front of Siamorphe.
“Raise your head.”
He extended his right hand and gently lifted Siamorphe’s blood-stained chin, carefully looking at the now-dim goddess.
“It’s not enough.”
“If you want to solve the problem in a noble’s way…”
“Then let’s be frank. The bargaining chips are not enough.”
“Your apology is not more valuable than your divinity.”
Cold and impersonal.
The words that sounded cruel to the Goddess of New Shoots, but in the ears of the two parties in the transaction, it was actually very normal.
Shelley was just trying to save time, to abandon the hypocritical pleasantries of the nobles, and to directly put the most essential transaction on the table.
Shiallia on the side, although she had said that she did not plan to interfere in this matter, but after she heard Shelley’s attitude toward her friend, she still felt a little unbearable.
She frowned and was just about to speak when she was stopped by Siamorphe’s gaze.
The prostrate Siamorphe gently shook her head and said in a low voice, “Shiallia, don’t get involved in this matter anymore.”
“My friend, I’m sorry.”
“After this is over, I will apologize to you.”
Shiallia sighed at her words, bowed deeply to Shelley, and said nothing. She did not, and did not dare to, to Shelley. But at this moment, she still showed her attitude, at the risk of being loathed by Shelley.
Shelley did not pay attention, but his impression of Shiallia had improved a little. A somewhat naive, but kind goddess.
Siamorphe was silent for a moment, and then she made up her mind. She looked at Shelley and said seriously, “Can you… restore my injuries now?”
Shelley raised an eyebrow, also looked at her seriously, and then said with a smile, “You’ve made up your mind?”
Although she was extremely weak, Siamorphe at this time revealed an extremely elegant smile.
“I have no other choice. Lord Shelley, you won’t let me go either.”
“You’re right about that.”
Shiallia on the side only felt that the two of them were like playing a guessing game, one sentence after another. She could understand every sentence they said, but she didn’t know what they meant when they were put together.
But from what she heard, it seemed that Shelley would not let Siamorphe go…
Biting her lower lip tightly, Shiallia suppressed the urge to speak several times, looking at Shelley’s cheek with pleading eyes.
Ignoring the searchlight-like but pitiful gaze beside him, Shelley gently tapped the Siamorphe before him a few times.
The broken arm and flesh and blood grew rapidly. In just a few seconds, Siamorphe’s body had completely recovered.
Shiallia looked at the noble goddess, whose body had recovered, with confusion. She did not get up, but slowly and elegantly tidied up her clothes and hair.
Elegance never goes out of style.
Finally, after she had finished tidying up, Siamorphe revealed a reserved and demure smile to Shelley and bowed respectfully, “Esteemed Your Highness Shelley.”
“The true master behind the south, the uncrowned king of Ir.”
“I am willing to serve you as my master.”
“Please accept my loyalty.”
“I am willing to offer everything I have to you.”
Siamorphe paused here, and then she said slowly, “I am willing…”
“To hand over my soul imprint.”
The only remaining bit of divine light floated out of her body and flew to the front of Shelley, where he held it tightly in his hand without hesitation.
“Very good.”
Shelley’s expression at this time also put away its playfulness. He said with a serious expression, “As long as you don’t betray me, I will guarantee your status as a demigod and the corresponding rights and dignity.”
“I swear on my personal name.”
The moment his voice fell, a light shone from Siamorphe’s body. A hazy pattern appeared on her lower abdomen, and it soon dimmed and disappeared.
Siamorphe finally let out a sigh of relief at this time. She had finally survived…
Shiallia, who had been on tenterhooks on the side, also let out a sigh of relief at this time. She had just taken a step forward, wanting to start a conversation… when she suddenly saw Shelley raise his blood-stained right hand and send it to the front of Siamorphe’s face.
“It’s time to show your loyalty.”
And Siamorphe, in Shiallia’s shocked expression, knelt up straight. Her hands respectfully held Shelley’s fingers, and then she slowly extended her fragrant tongue… and gently licked the divine blood on those slender fingers.
