Chapter Thirteen, I'm going to build you into a god statue!
Lord Viscount is a little eager to try.
Just as the pastor said, they had met each other when they were children. Before the pastor didn't wear a mask, the two parties had seen each other frequently.
Just recalling his dark history, Aaron couldn't help but black lines appeared on his forehead.
The previous "Aaron Salian" was so embarrassing.
When seeing the beautiful pastor lady, "Aaron" always looks like he is unable to walk.
Damn it, why is it so embarrassing?
It’s okay, I am no longer the person I used to be!
Aaron swallowed and fixed his gaze on the pastor lady who had taken off her mask.
As the pastor lady took off her mask, a beautiful scene appeared in front of Aaron.
He looked a little stunned.
Eleanor took off her mask, untied her long golden hair and spread it behind her back. Under a pair of pretty half-elf pointed ears were a pair of shining silver crescent earrings. Her slightly spread bangs covered the aligned moons.
Her eyebrows, with several strands of golden threads falling from her eyebrows, set off her delicate and radiant white skin. Her entire face is full of holy charm, delicate yet classically beautiful. The eyes are inlaid with blue crystal pupils, like a gentle
Her eyes are full of all kinds of amorous feelings, and her beautiful face without any makeup is covered with a layer of sacred moonlight, showing a pure and holy color. Her thin cherry lips are like a plum blossom in the snow, which makes any man see it.
, they will immediately put away their blasphemy and feel awe.
Her figure is not particularly tall but very well-proportioned and slender. She is 1.63 meters tall and is lined with a crystal frosted white platycodon dress. It is both serious and thin. Her exposed neck and collarbone are as smooth as agar-agar.
It is dotted with purple platycodon flowers, coupled with the elegant body fragrance that spreads around her body, it is even more intoxicating, slightly seductive, and indescribably sultry.
With a slender figure like a ballet dancer, her concave and convex body curves are interpreted so perfectly, and she outlines wonderful curves with infinite charm.
The slim waist is soft under the slim skirt. The skirt wraps the plump buttocks in a round and straight shape, highlighting the woman's curves. The overall lines of a pair of snow-white slender legs are smooth. When the pastor lady takes off her boots and socks, she is completely naked.
, there is not a trace of blue veins on the shin that ruins the beauty, and the skin exudes a healthy white glow. The graceful curves of the legs are even more elegant to the extreme, showing the temptation of bare feet and outlining the well-proportioned and sexy style of the legs.
The pastor lady quickly changed her shoes into hotel slippers. The entire instep was smooth, soft and full of bones. On her beautiful white feet, five jade toes like silkworm babies were neatly arranged at the toes of the shoes, exposed in the dim candlelight.
There is a special charm under the fire. The feet are slender and graceful, as smooth and delicate as jade pillars.
Sure enough, Miss Pastor is a stunning beauty! Aaron was secretly surprised. He thought that Miss Pastor might be very beautiful, but he didn't expect her to be so beautiful!
"Don't, don't keep staring!" Sure enough, even in a private space, Eleanor, who had taken off her mask, still felt ashamed. She yelled in annoyance, looking a little regretful, with a pair of naked pink jade
He couldn't help but shrink back: "Watch me hit you again!"
"Beautiful things must be appreciated carefully." Aaron felt his mouth dry for a while, and he also swallowed to make his face look normal: "Miss Eleanor, although this sentence may
You have heard it many times, but I still say it, you are so beautiful, your beauty is like the brightest star in the night sky."
"You guy... just know it in your heart, there's no need to say it out loud!" Miss Pastor waved her war hammer at Aaron. For some reason, she was obviously still wearing a lined dress, but under Aaron's gaze
She always had the illusion that she had no clothes on. She couldn't help but blush, and wanted to scold him and tell him to get out.
But then I thought about it, this seemed to be his room, and I reluctantly agreed to move in because of his kind invitation.
"Um, does it taste really strong?" Feeling Aaron's aggressive gaze, Miss Pastor suddenly said an incomprehensible word from her mouth, so fast that she didn't even react.
"How could it be?" Aaron stood up naturally and took the priest's robe from the hands of the priest. It was stained with bugbear's brain, blood and body fluids. His Excellency the Viscount faced the priest with a red face.
, smiled in her ear: "Don't worry, as long as you are with me, I guarantee that you will be sweet!"
Without waiting for Eleanor to answer, Aaron, who had already heard the footsteps at the door of the room, opened the door and saw that the waiter had come in carrying several buckets of hot water.
, he should still hammer him. The pastor lady said in a normal tone: "You wash it first, I will go downstairs for a stroll. After experiencing so many things, I want to have a drink and relax. I will hand over your robe."
Clean the laundry room."
"I won't put too much thought into it just because you are here, nor will I do anything to you just because you are a beautiful woman." Aaron stood up, walked to the door, and turned around.
"That's good." Eleanor was obviously very satisfied with Aaron's attitude, and the pastor's beautiful face relaxed slightly: "Go and do your thing, don't worry about me, but you have to pay attention to your own safety, son.
~Lord Jue."
"Don't worry, this is a hotel. Any disputes should be resolved outside the city walls, unless it's... a bar fight." Aaron smiled, shook the key in his hand, and closed the door.
As soon as he closed the door, Aaron stopped smiling.
The Viscount walked on the cold and damp stone floor of the third floor of the hotel, and the thick stone floor made very clear sounds.
Tamar Qiaoya is a shrewd hotel owner, and he deliberately made the hotel floor like this.
Aaron actually does not need to take a bath. As someone who has awakened the power of Slaanesh, he has the realm of Slaanesh - automatically rejecting all dust, odors, and filthy things. Unless it is a persistent magical effect or injury, Aaron's
Always keep your body clean.
Aaron is assessing his current situation.
After some testing just now, he was basically sure that Miss Pastor could never be the one who snitched or betrayed him.
Also, as a devout believer of the Silver Virgin, how could Eleanor be detrimental to Aaron?
Even through this trial, Aaron has successfully broken Eleanor's previous stereotype of himself and re-established an image of a smart, kind, and charming young talent. From the current point of view, it can be concluded that -
No matter how much Eleanor admired him, she definitely had no dislike for him.
So, where did the enemy come from? Aaron narrowed his eyes.
It is true that Cyric, the Prince of the Dark Sun, is hunting the Son of God. Although it is unfortunate that Cyric's followers regard themselves as the Son of Chaos as the Son of God, Aaron is not incomprehensible - his charisma is really
He is too much like the Son of God, and even said that the Son of God does not have the charismatic charm that he should have.
The extraordinary attributes themselves are unique to the deity.
Mortals once divided the corresponding attribute values of human beings for rough comparison. Taking the middle value of a normal mortal as a benchmark, the normal distribution shifted to both sides. The higher or lower the attribute, the rarer it is, which is proof of the strong.
Humans are relatively attractive creatures among mortals, so the range of humans is mainly on the right side of the normal distribution, and the average value among mortals is higher.
For example, if a mortal's charisma is extremely low, then even if he swaggers past on the street and yells, it is almost impossible to attract everyone's attention, because in the eyes of normal people, the situation is like this:
Why is there a piece of shit moving on the street? The manure pickers should clean it up quickly!
Of course, this is an extreme situation. Generally speaking, the charm of a humanoid creature cannot be too low.
If the charm cannot even reach the middle value, no matter how reasonable and logical the person's words are, the speaker will still tend to disbelieve and feel disgusted. Many appearance associations such as elves and half-elves will even ban those who are too ugly.
creatures enter their settlement.
Occasionally, there are those who stand out, or the most powerful mortals who reach the top of the legend. They are extremely charming, eloquent, have an explosive presence, and can attract the attention of gods with every move they make. Their charm will not exceed the limit of mortals.
There are limits to the attributes of mortals, even those who are related to gods and blessed by divine power, such as the second-generation elect of the magic goddess mentioned by the bard before, the daughter of the magic goddess, and one of the seven sisters of the North.
The legendary Archmage Queen Simbu (Alasya-Silver Hand) is the owner of the divine silver fire of the goddess of magic. Her charm has been authoritatively estimated by Candlekeep scholars to be the pinnacle of mortals.
But Aaron's charm definitely exceeds the threshold of the limit of mortals. This can no longer be described by his handsomeness, it can only be the power of gods.
This is charisma.
After transcending the limits of mortals, it is the realm of gods, which is a huge improvement like an exponential function.
For example, the legendary barbarian can break through the limits of mortals by integrating the original wild power, making his physique exceed the limits of mortals.
The ultimate standard of mortal physique is trolls, a group of abnormal creatures that can regenerate severed limbs and have a certain chance of recovering after their heads are chopped off.
The legendary barbarian who has acquired extraordinary physique can bathe in magma and continue to operate in the void without oxygen for several hours.
I am not the Son of God, because I am more perverted than the Son of God! A certain Son of Chaos who had just unlocked the power of Slaanesh thought to himself.
The threat of Cyric, Prince of the Dark Sun, is real, and Aaron knows that sooner or later he will have to avenge Xix's death.
But why does Cormier also have situations that are detrimental to him?
Cormyr is a model of royal power on the mainland. He is a local nobleman born and raised in Cormyr. Both his parents sacrificed their lives for the country during the Saint Catastrophe. Logically speaking, the autocratic princess would not like to see his current situation.
It is normal for an idle nobleman who has not shown personal value for the time being (the previous Aaron was mediocre in every aspect) but wants a salary. It would be strange to send someone to investigate him for suspicion of treason and collusion with Dark Sun believers.
Fortunately, Aaron was well prepared, including using the Silver Virgin Suellen to endorse himself, including Miss Eleanor's proof, and including his own pre-rehearsed speech.
He was deeply grateful to Goddess Su Lun for her help, and he vowed to repay her in the future.
No, it won’t be the Prince of the Dark Sun. The Prince of the Dark Sun is the new god. Cormyr is the territory of the gods of good and law. The Prince of the Dark Sun has not yet had the ability to infiltrate in just two years.
There should be another force that has also noticed him.
Is Susal really safe? I am still very weak now, and the power of Slaanesh has just awakened. If Susal also has enemies... wouldn't I be falling into a trap if I go back like this?
But where can I go? Susar is already the safest place at present. There are my family, my friends, the network left by my parents, and a salary of 800 gold lion coins per year and the location.
The mansion near the royal palace.
For everything, let’s wait until we return to Susar and then take our time to see the situation.
Now that the Queen's Blade is here, if nothing goes wrong this time, I should be able to be summoned by His Highness Alice Serre.
After making his immediate plan, Aaron returned to the hotel lobby.
It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and the hotel lobby was not as hot as before, because there were several Queen's Blades not far away sitting in the corner, monitoring everyone in the lobby with malicious intentions.
"Oh! It's the last Salian!" Seeing Aaron coming down, Ferrara, the leader of the mercenary group, screamed strangely: "If you don't go to be with the beauty, why did you come down to hang out with us stinky men?
This is not where you should be!"
"I also want to be with a beautiful woman, but the beautiful woman doesn't seem to welcome me, so I was kicked out." Aaron smiled and hooked the large key with his index finger, and kept flipping the ring up and down along his index finger. He was very proud of it.
He sat down next to Ferrara: "What, Mr. Ferrara, is there something wrong with the atmosphere?"
"A glass of gin," Aaron ordered.
The mercenary leader rolled his eyes and muttered a few words. Montero, the other mercenary leader, said angrily: "It's not just those Obeschier lackeys in the corner..."
"Hey!" Ferrara glared at Montero. Montero also realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly fell silent.
"Those guys just came to check our adventure license. We have said many times that we accept the adventure group hired by you, but they insist on checking it unless we are willing to pay the 'special toll' of 10 gold coins.
Ferrara then explained to Aaron: "Looking at their attitude, this money must be collected. Fortunately, you are here."
"Your Excellency Salian, how long will your kingdom maintain this state? Do you really have to force everyone to be unable to do business and accept mercenary missions before you are willing to accept it?" Montero was obviously still angry: "As your Excellency, the Viscount
, don’t the nobles of the kingdom have the ability to advise?”
"They even check me casually, what do you think I can do?"
Aaron smiled bitterly and took the gin from the waiter. He took a sip and found that the liquid was colorless and transparent, with a strange and refreshing smell, and a mellow and refreshing taste.
Aaron subconsciously turned his eyes to the bar.
The hotel owner Tamar Qiaoya smiled at Aaron from behind the bar, mouthed "I'll treat you", and then raised her glass to signal.
Aaron also raised his glass.
He felt more and more the benefits of charisma.
"Oh, this key, Your Majesty the Viscount, I haven't stayed in a noble suite in Cormyr yet." Ferrara looked at the key hanging on Aaron's index finger, her eyes shining: "I heard, the nobles are superficial
Although they don’t make much money as adventurers like us, in fact the nobles all have a wallet that doesn’t cost money. When they need to spend money, they never need to spend their own money. Please tell us.
,Is it real?"
"Isn't this the same all over the world?" Aaron smiled mysteriously: "You are from Zambia, haven't you experienced this kind of thing? Don't tell me you don't understand."
"I understand, I understand~ Hahahahaha, come on, cheers, Lord Viscount, it is such a pleasure to get along with you!" Ferrara laughed.
The people in the mercenary group also cheered together. Compared with other nobles, Aaron really gave them a very comfortable feeling, and they would unconsciously want to talk out everything in their stomachs.
"Hey, it has nothing to do with us anyway. We mercenaries, all we think about all day long is how to get an adventure license, spend enough money to satisfy those soulless grandpas in the city, and run around for a living. Every job counts.
Tickets, who spends all day thinking about tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?" Ferrara smiled and patted Aaron on the shoulder: "If everything goes well tomorrow, Lord Viscount, we will have something good to give you!"
"Oh? Really? Then I'm very much looking forward to it." Aaron did not refuse.
This is his fair share, and he does his best to do so.
In other words, if he is unwilling to accept it, then there is a real problem.
What about tomorrow and the day after tomorrow? Aaron picked up the wine glass and thought to himself silently.
Then he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
About twenty minutes later, Aaron returned to the third floor of the hotel carrying two buckets of hot water. He took out his key and opened the door.
As soon as the heavy wooden door opened to a small angle, a sharp scream pierced his eardrums.
"Ahhhhh!"
"Aaron Salian!!!"
"You have to build yourself into a statue of a god!"