Is It so Easy for Religion in Another World to Win?

Chapter 391

Although Rand's reputation in the White Kingdom is far inferior to that of the White King, it is not low.

But no woman dared to stay in front of Rand.

The reason is very simple, Rand is a married man.

The great nobles of the White Kingdom did want to give Randse some family women to Ellie's female forces.

But at this time, no one will choose to provoke Prince Ellie.

Of course, Prince Ellie came to the dance too.

Ellie, who was also dressed up carefully, was like a shooting star in the night, and like a snow lotus blooming in the snow. Her elegant dress fluttered gently beside her.

"What do you think?" Ellie whispered to Rand.

"Very beautiful, my wife." Rand smiled, "Such beautiful lady, would you like to dance with me?"

"I do." Ellie said a little shyly.

Then in the melodious music.

Rand and Ellie enter the dance floor.

The White King has always been showing a look of keeping people from thousands of miles away.

Obviously, in the eyes of the White King, no one of the many noble ladies present was favored by the White King.

The White King is indeed not interested in these women. These women are not as good-looking as her, nor can they beat her, and she doesn't like women either.

If someone else is gone, they may be criticized for this coldness and hard work.

But facing the handsome, powerful and wise King of White, many noble women can only complain.

Noble women always have to get married, and they won’t have many opportunities to show themselves in front of the White King.

Since King White’s adulthood, countless noble women have passed by King White, but unfortunately King White has not looked down on anyone.

In fact, the ministers of the White Country have tried to make concessions, such as making the women in their family dress up like those in the south.

Unfortunately, it has no effect.

The White King treats everyone equally.

No one looks down on it.

The White King sat in the corner of the dance party.

This corner has attracted a lot of attention because of the White King here, but the White King doesn't care.

Holding a red wine glass in his hand, shaking the clear wine, watching the nobles dance on the dance floor.

The White King's eyes mostly fell on his sister and brother-in-law.

But occasionally, I will look at the snow outside the window.

The White King has extraordinary temperament and a heroic appearance.

But it's out of place.

Will the dance last too long and it will come to an end soon.

The dance party finally ended, the gorgeous music and gorgeous lights gradually dissipated in the hall, and the silent atmosphere gradually spread. All the guests had dispersed inside and outside the palace one after another. With the end of the dance music, laughter and joy also disappeared, as if the whole world was silent under this moment of night sky. In the hall of the palace, the candlelight was already dim, and the golden candlestick light flashed with a faint glow, projecting on the empty stone floor.

The attendants of the dance were quietly clearing the remnants of the dance. The previous prosperity was no longer visible on the carpet. The air seemed to be filled with an undissipated fragrance, but it was a little pale and deserted.

Ellie also went back to sort out the palace residence first.

After sorting out, the servants left quickly.

Rand and the White King were still there, and the two discussed some state affairs together.

For example, the matter of the Wisteria Kingdom and the orc issues in the Principality of Cuiying.

After a while, the dance venue became a little cold.

Rand no longer discusses state affairs.

Start chatting with the White King.

"You don't like dancing?" Rand said.

"Skip before, they will tease my legs, pinch my fingers, and put their faces on my face." The White King said helplessly, "I'm not used to this."

"Hahaha." Rand smiled, which reminded him of the time when he was not married before and was flattered by various noble women.

That's really annoying.

The White King is still a woman, I guess he is more annoyed than him, and the White King is still annoyed until now.

She can't show that she doesn't like women, otherwise the politics of Baizhi Kingdom will be in chaos.

Fortunately, everyone at least believes that the White King will have at least the lifespan of the highest professional. The ministers are just a little anxious after the failure of urging marriage in recent years.

Rand and the White King chatted for a few more times.

"So let's go back?" Rand asked.

The White King nodded and stood up, and the gorgeous cloak shook off at the dance.

Today I came to the dance party and the White King was also dressed gorgeously.

As a king, she must not be rude.

Unfortunately, I was wearing such exquisite outfits and didn't dance once.

Rand thought for a while and stopped.

Observe the surroundings and make sure that all the attendants have left and no one is peeping.

Rand pinched his throat, and in a slight voice that was deliberately pressed out, he said, "His Majesty Berlan, would you like to dance with the little girl?"

The White King's serious expression was a little unrestrained.

"Don't do this, it's a bit disgusting." said the White King.

Rand raised his eyebrows, stretched his right foot forward, bent over, and stretched out his hand.

In front of the White King was Rand's white dance gloves.

"So beautiful lady, would you like to dance with me?" The White King is very tall, but Rand is still taller than the White King. Rand smiled and looked into the White King's eyes.

The ice-blue eyes seemed to reflect the glacier.

"Bold, you dare to regard me as a woman." The White King turned his head slightly, his voice was cold and slightly disdainful, and his eyes still maintained that cold sense of distance.

This is obviously offensive to the White King.

The White King is definitely not merciful.

Berlan's force can easily kill almost anyone in the world.

The White King Berlan is extremely dangerous.

At this time, the White King was cold and indifferent, as if it was the tranquility before the storm came.

Anyone who faces such a scene may kneel down on the ground in fear and pray for the king's forgiveness.

But Rand was not afraid.

He is very familiar with the White King.

The relationship between the two is actually very good.

Rand's mouth raised slightly, as if he had expected her reaction.

Rand stretched out his hand, with an undeniable invitation in his eyes, and said again: "So great King of White, would you like to dance with me who is brave?"

The White King's men's outfit is still flawless, the dark robe is low-key and solemn, and the gorgeous patterns are looming under the light.

The White King closed his eyes.

It's sure that there's really no one in the field after peeking.

He hesitated and stretched out his hand.

Her hands hovered in the air for a moment, her heartbeats faster, but she still forces herself to calm down. She had long been used to hiding and disguising, and Rand in front of her... was the only two who knew her secret.

The White King hesitated.

Finally, she gently stretched out her hand and held Rand's hand.

As the two of them grasped each other's palms, the air seemed to solidify for a moment, and the silence and loneliness around them were broken by this faint temperature.

Rand led her to the dance floor, his steps light and steady.

The musician had already left, and the candlelight had long faded.

The original crowds of people have become the loneliness that is now.

But it doesn't matter.

In this way, there are only two protagonists on the dance floor, right?

There is no music, but there is no need for too many melodies.

The lights are dim, but only the two of them enjoy.

Rand held the White King's hand.

Step.

"Da da."

Touch the White King's hand.

Rotate.

The White King's cloak is like a dance dress.

lightly.

The White King and Rand danced gently in the open hall, each spin and every step out, leaving a silent mark in this unmanned dance venue.

There is a subtle intertwining between warmth and indifference.

Although there was no music, the melody of the dance still echoed in the hall. As their pace gradually accelerated, only the slight sound of footsteps echoed the snowflakes falling outside the window. Until the end, the dance steps slowly stopped, the air became cold and silent again, and only the two of them were still standing quietly in the middle of the dance floor.

The White King pulled his hand back from Rand's hand.

"Go back." The White King said lightly.

Rand made a curtain call and then left the dance venue with the White King.

When he was about to return to the palace, Rand saw Ellie rushing over.

Ellie teased, "My lords, have you finished talking about important state affairs? Why did you get back after so long?"

"The talk is over," Rand explained.

Ellie stopped.

It's still snowing now.

The snowflakes passed by among the three of them in a daze.

"Did you hide something from me?" Ellie stared at Rand with the same ice blue eyes as the White King, and looked at the White King again.

Ellie is very familiar with Rand and the King of White.

Rand is Ellie's husband, and the two have been together for nearly seven years.

The White King Berlan is Ellie's only sister and the only blood relative.

Ellie felt keenly that the atmosphere was a little strange.

"No." The White King said lightly.

It seems not much different from usual.

It is indeed not good to dance with your brother-in-law, but she is a man, right?

"The great White King rarely explains what he does." Ellie snorted, "I believe it."

"Let's go back." Ellie turned around.

Rand and the White King follow.

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