Kairos seemed to ignore her words, standing up with his lips pursed tightly, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, looking as if she had committed a heinous crime.

  Cynthia pulled her legs back onto the bed, sat up straight and looked up at the young man whose eyes were filled with cold anger. She swallowed hard, her fingers twisting the sheets as she whispered a complaint, "Why are you always getting angry for no reason?"

  After being complained about like this by her, Kael's aura became even colder.

  Now it's just a matter of carrying him to the art museum and standing him next to Michelangelo's David, with only about a clothes' distance between them.

  The feeling of being under the icy fire of his gaze had never made Cynthia feel so suffocated, she felt like she was naked in front of him, some small thoughts couldn't escape his eyes.

  "Cynthia, you should learn when to stop." Kael's voice was low and expressionless.

  He wanted to strangle her but was making an effort to restrain himself from killing her, this conflicting emotion made his nerves ache with some pain.

  It should be him who knows when to stop, her emotional thinking can span several dimensions in an instant, making it hard for her to catch up.

  If Cynthia could go home right now, she would learn to know when to stop and also learn to yield in giving him a two-day Bible reading.

  What a pity.

  Cynthia's eyes had already welled up with tears, feeling wronged in her heart. "I didn't do anything, I just wanted to go out and have a look around, why should I be moderate?"

  It's those always innocent eyes, innocent tone, and innocent expression! All of which made him treat her with kindness and tolerance.

  Caius gazed at her silently for a while before suddenly getting a useful message that he had been waiting for so long.

  He couldn't resist these eyes.

  This is truly a dangerous warning.

  It was wrong of him to keep her by his side.

  Irreparable mistake.

  "You should go to sleep." Kael only threw out the last sentence, didn't even take his cloak, and quickly walked towards the wardrobe in the bedroom.

  Cynthia stared at him as he directly opened the wardrobe and walked in, everyone was stunned. "Kaius! What are you doing hiding in the wardrobe?!"

  She immediately got out of bed and went to check, but when she opened the wardrobe door again with force, there were only a few skirts inside, and the living person was gone.

  He directly used his divine technique to make it disappear.

  Cynthia looked at the empty closet and couldn't help but laugh in exasperation.

  So did he listen to her words?!

  She's about to die from anger!

  Cynthia slammed the wardrobe shut and stormed into the bathroom.

  She ripped off the tattered clothes on her back in front of the mirror, and the wounds on her back in the mirror had all healed, but this beautiful black skirt was also completely scrapped.

  The hem of the skirt was inlaid with some gems, Cynthia changed into her nightgown while regretting it, took the skirt outside and cut off all the gems on the hem with a pair of scissors.

  "It should be able to sell for quite some money, don't waste it."

  She gathered up the jewels and flung them onto the table, then returned to the bedside with a sigh.

  Not living with Kaius really affects her progress.

  If it doesn't work this time, she must think of another way.

  It's really hard to be an actor and a producer at the same time.

  Tossing and turning on the bed for a while with a worried mind, I finally pulled over the quilt and sank into the soft down mattress.

  Listening to the sound of rain outside, Cynthia didn't fall asleep until the second half of the night.

  The midnight rain poured down, but all of it avoided Kael's head as he walked along a cobblestone road leading to the top of Mount Pits, with dense forests on both sides that were as black as copper walls and iron walls, ferns and moss covering the edges of the path, almost swallowing up the road.

  It's obvious that no one has been here for a long time.

  One of his vacant properties.

  Standing in the massive castle plunged into darkness, the stone walls stacked up were cold and damp, ancient Greek pillars supported the corridors on both sides, without a single oil lamp to illuminate the road.

  This place is not lively, but it can enter DC district at any time. It's safer and more lively than the ancient castle of Eternal Night Forest.

  Caius stood alone in the stone pillar corridor for a long time, his eyes as red as blood calming down, revealing a hint of compromise.

  He knew it was wrong, but that face had occupied more than half of his thoughts on several midnights.

  Cannot be eliminated, cannot be discarded, so simply raise it by your side.

  When an individual treats their pet as a spoiled child.

  Reasonable approach.

  Caius called out to Anthony in the ancient pile of buildings, his rich, muffled tone rising slightly, "Go get a few people to clean this place up."

  "Warn the Vatican to cease all their meaningless activities." Kaylus stood under the colonnade, gazing out at the rainy night, saying softly: "Death or obedience, let them choose one."

  "Yes, I am an adult."

  "Bring over the daughter of Lord Gill."

  "Yes, no..." Anthony fluttered his wings and appeared in front of Caius, saying uncertainly: "The Gil Lord's household?"

  "I don't want her to see Cynthia completely." Kael's tone was filled with disgust, and the carved face in the darkness also showed a bright disdain.

  "Yes."

  So this is where the princess lives, and the young lady of Lord Gill's household offended the princess.

  Anthony inexplicably felt a sense of vindication for his own people.

  Of course he has no right to interfere with any trivial matters of the Dark God, his duty is to execute orders.

  Caesar controls the fate of all Tamriel, he is the law, no one can offend and shake.

  The gloomy weather today is gray and overcast with thick fog, which is in stark contrast to her cheerful mood.

  The rain pattered against the window, and it had been raining all night.

  The fire burning in the fireplace was almost extinguished.

  Only some residual warmth is left in the house.

  Looking out of the window at the hazy weather, what floated before Cynthia's eyes was a new progress bar.

  Divine Light Progress: 20%

  She shrank into bed with a somewhat empty gaze, but a faint smile escaped her lips.

  It was the progress bar that rose in the middle of last night.

  What has Kaisa figured out alone in another corner again?

  It seems what she was worried about yesterday doesn't need to be worried about now.

  "Knock knock!"

  "Miss Cynthia, are you there?!"

  Cynthia sat up in bed with a pout, her blonde hair disheveled behind her, and several strands had fallen onto the pillow.

  Because of Khaos's unpredictable temper, she has started to lose hair, although the progress bar has increased, she still wants to complain about the terrible dark god!

  Cynthia picked up the few strands of hair that had fallen off her pillow and threw them to the ground, then lifted the quilt and opened the door, saying in a relaxed tone: "What's wrong, Duoen?"

  Looking at Cynthia's disheveled hair, Dawn was taken aback for a moment, "It's almost noon, are you just getting up?"

  "Hmm, what else?" Cynthia leaned against the door frame and lazily yawned, "There's nothing to do anyway."