"For instance, going back to Rydania?" Cynthia smiled lightly, yet guaranteed seriously, "No way, I've fallen in love with Lord Kaelus."

  She said this sentence without surprising Duoen at all. He walked to the stove that was burning fire, turned his hand and stuffed the envelope into the small hole that was still burning flames.

  "There isn't a woman in all of Tameria who wouldn't be taken with Lord Kayeth." he sighed.

  Cynthia's smile deepened, "I really have a lot of rivals in love."

  Dawn listened to her finish the sentence, and just as she was about to relax, her tone became tense again. "Unless Lord Khaos really falls in love with you and grants you eternal life."

  "Otherwise, I really don't recommend you fall in love with a dark god, he has existed for too long, and you only have a hundred years of life left." He looked like his eyebrows were about to press down on his eyes, very uneasy.

  "You can never grasp the heart of a god." Done with his words, he turned to look at Cynthia with a pitiful expression, pouring her a cup of tea. "Not to mention you're just an object of admiration for your master, him spoiling you doesn't necessarily mean he'll fall in love with you."

  "Don't worry about me, Dawn." Cynthia lifted her teacup and took a refined sip, the blue eyes gleaming with transparent light, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Even if it's only a hundred years, that's enough. At least I've accompanied him through this life."

  Dazzled by her smile, Duo En was silent for a while.

  When Cynthia came out of the kitchen, she had learned that the chef of the restaurant had been cut off his hands for theft and bribery, and could only wait for death at home.

  Duane pitied him and often gave him kitchen scraps.

  The restaurant across the street, Waston's, couldn't afford the expensive spices and their dishes tasted worse and worse. Business was slow and Gus, the owner, didn't dare make a sound.

  His only backer, Lord Gill, fell due to Cynthia.

  "Do you have anything new to give me?"

  Before leaving, Maureen was still expecting to stand at the door and see her off. Bernie handed Cynthia a share of his recent earnings that belonged to her.

  A brown cloth bag was filled with heavy gold coins.

  Cynthia naturally also understood that there was a hint of bribery in this, but she shook her head. "I wasn't very good at cooking to begin with, and I only know how to make these few dishes. You should learn to create new ones yourself."

  "Alright, but I still hope that next time we meet you'll have a better idea, and I'll think about it too!" Dawn waved goodbye to her.

  Cynthia returned to her former residence.

  Here it's still the same as before I left, but some of the fruits on the table have gone bad.

  She tidied up the table with ease, picked up the gold coins that had been scattered around, and was about to leave with a happy face to find Eber, but was blocked by a black carriage downstairs.

  The carriage was painted black all over, and the coachman sitting outside wore a long black gown with a black top hat on his head.

  The car door opened from the inside, and a man wearing a black cloak with a black flat hat stepped out of his legs. The cloak was fastened at the neck with a ruby ??shaped like an eye.

  "We finally meet, Miss Cynthia." The voice that came out of his thin lips was clear and calm.

  He wiped the black shiny riding boots on the ground, with black riding pants tucked into the boots, and the outline of his straight and slender legs could be vaguely seen.

  Cynthia stared at the hand that the newcomer had used to tip his hat and greet her, white and clean.

  The exposed facial bones are also very beautiful. What's even more peculiar is that he actually has a pair of red eyes, and there's even a few similarities between his eyebrows and Kayser's.

  A human with such evil eyes and black hair is rarely seen.

  Cynthia was a bit bewildered about what was going on now, but she still bent her knees and greeted him, "Hello."

  "I forgot to introduce myself." The other person saw the hidden doubt between her eyebrows, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Cardinal Archbishop, Ross."

  The highest-ranking bishop below the Pope in the Dark Vatican, with the supreme right to elect the Pope.

  As for the hierarchy of the Vatican, Cynthia still understood it, but she didn't understand what the other party meant by finding her.

  "We've heard that Daniel, the castle's defender, has been rude to you and your father, violating the rules. I think it would be best if you were present, so this trial, which has been delayed for two days, can finally proceed."

  In front of her, she saw Daniel kneeling at the city gate, originally waiting for her trial.

  To be honest, this small matter shouldn't have escalated to the point of involving the Vatican.

  "I won't kill him." Cynthia replied bluntly, "He only said some powerless words to me, a few lashes would be enough for me, as for whether he was unreasonable to your father, that has nothing to do with me."

  "Your father loves you, and offending you is the same as provoking him." Ross didn't back down, and even when he touched on his father's affairs, the smile on his face faded a little, looking very serious.

  Cynthia was even more bewildered, the other person looked like just a young man in his 20s, her father liked her? When? In Dongcheng District, she probably hadn't seen anyone except Keats anyway.

  "Who is your father?" she asked with a frown.

  "Lord Kyrios." The five words that came out of Ross's mouth were filled with reverence and awe, and in an instant shattered Cynthia's heart.

  Without warning, it shattered with a loud crash, and her brain went blank along with it.

  Caius has a son! ?

  He actually has an illegitimate son?!

  Still a son who looks even older than her!

  Cynthia was stunned on the spot and didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

  Cold water poured from head to toe, a gust of wind blew over, making her feel a chill run down her spine.

  "How long have you been alive?" Cynthia's throat rolled over and over again before she found her own shattered and shocked voice.

  "Two hundred years."

  At the mention of age, a hint of melancholy and regret flashed in Ross's eyes, and his hand hidden under his cloak also rose, making a please gesture to Cynthia, "Go judge those who are disrespectful to you, Daniel will be judged by you."

  "No." Cynthia rejected him with a mouth faster than her brain, and a thin layer of fog appeared in her eyes. "I don't want to judge him now, I have more important things to do."

  She directly bypassed Ross, picked up her skirt and ran quickly to the opposite street.

  Rus stayed in place, not chasing after her. He stood there for a while, still holding up his hand, before slowly lowering it, his eyes, like blood, quietly watching the direction Sinsia left in.

  She had never heard that the God of Light had a son, neither three thousand years ago nor three thousand years later. No one had ever told her that Khaos actually had a son!

  She's actually going after a married man!?!

  Just thinking about it made Cynthia shiver all over and feel utterly absurd.

  (End of chapter)